All characters are copywrite Sega, and other media companies responsible for the
international Sonic franchises (including DiC and Archie). This applies to all 'Glint' stories.

Story is by: M.C. Griffin (unless otherwise stated... I guess.)
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You woke up to the sound of Sonic's foot kicking the outside of the bed with his heel. He was
sitting at the foot of your bed staring up at the hospital ceiling, bandages all over his body. It was
still morning. Everything was still wet. He turned his head slightly, just enough so you could see
his face. He looked about the hospital walls.

Nothing seemed real anymore. Sonic almost seemed outlined, and made of simple shades of blue,
tan, red, and white. The hospital, in its dewy environment, seemed painted with water colors. You
were afraid to speak for fear that it wouldn't be your own voice, just someone acting. You looked
at Sonic moving. Then at your own hand. Was it a solid movement that the two of you were
making or... frames.

His face wrenched a bit as it turned out of your site. Sonic's face plowed into his hands, holding it
as you would a large fruit. His quills rose into the air like several large mountains. The humid
sweat moved slowly down his plastic-like quills. The choking sound of crying escaped from
Sonic. It was the most honest cry you've heard in a while.

"Sonic I..."

Cryin' wussy boy?

"Oh... Sal. Your awake."

"Are you okay?"

"Ya... I'm fine."

"That's good."

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No... I'm fine."

Look at you two. You were both lying.

"No... I could've killed you."
"No... I'm seriously okay."

"No your not. You're bleeding internally."

"What?..."


"One spin. Just one spin and I would've been responsible for killing you."

"I'm bleeding *internally*?"

"Yes... oh GOD I'm sorry!!" He cried harder. "Its just... you were so fast... so strong... how? The
doctor says you'll be okay though... how Sal?"

"I..."

"I just can't figure out how..." He practically whimpered.

"I..." You began to move up the bed toward him. To comfort him. To make him know your still
his friend."

"HOW!!!?" He spun around with a look of utter rage. You turned away and cringed as if he
struck you in the face.

He began to cry again. You stood up in bed and came closer to him. His back heaved up and
down with his heavy breathing. You approached slowly, crawling on your knees on the bed
toward him. He sobbingly inhaled as your hand glided on his smooth blue back.

"Why are you so angry?"

"A lot of stuff is moving through my head, and all it took was for us to smack each other around."

"Please... I want to know what your thinking."

"That I could have killed you, and I seriously hurt you. That I shouldn't have reacted to your
strength like I did... its just... it was so automatic. You surprised me with all of your power and I
met you with instinct. I'm thinking that it doesn't make sense. That there is no way that you could
be that powerful. Part of me though... is proud of you. I see you becoming more powerful, and it
makes me happy... but... it confuses me. It scares me..."

He had stopped crying. He was obviously more sensitive than anyone gave him credit for.

"Anything else?"

"Uh..."
"Yes?"

"I think I love you."

Fuck.


Shit.

"I'm sorry Sonic... I..."

"Wait! No! Don't say anything. I'm way out of line princess."

"Sonic..."

"I gotta split."

"Sonic..."

"Sorry Sal. Later."

"Sonic..."

Sonic walked slowly out of the hospital. His exit was followed by a sonic boom, the sign that he
ran right as he left.

"Sonic..."

You were all alone. Your body was broken because of the fight. Your village was broken because
of the fight. Your heart was broken because of the fight.

"I love you too..."

Guilt.

Somewhere Sonic was spin dashing through trees. Somewhere Sonic was smashing bugs.
Somewhere Sonic was throwing rocks into the river. Somewhere Sonic was ignoring his friends.
Somewhere Sonic was standing on a mountain and cursing at God. Where you were, Sonic was
gone.

It seemed like you laid at the foot of your bed all day, trying to ignore the itchy feeling left by
your bandages. Who did you love? Could you love more than one person? Could you tell Bunny
about what happened?

Bunny stepped into the hospital with a plate of fruit for you. It was a package deal. You were
hungry and lonely.

"How ya doin' sugar?"

"I hurt, but I'm okay."

"Man... the two of you really did some damage."

"Ya... we did hurt each other pretty bad."

"Ya, but I meant the village. Those two dogs want their houses rebuilt."

"Tell 'im we'll get right on it."

"So... you feelin' allright?"

"I'm bleeding internally but other than that, I couldn't be better."

"Bleeding internally?"

"Ya... the doc says its not serious."

"Oh... that's good."

"Ya..." You began to think of Sonic's words. No. You couldn't. You needed to reaffirm your
affections. You began to rub Bunny's stomach. She ran her metal arm up yours.

"We can't here."

"No... its okay. I run the town remember?" You helped her onto the bed and pulled her in real
close.

She ran her hand through your hair, inspecting the bandage on your forehead.
*Sonic ramming his head into yours*
You pressed up against Bunny's large bust.
*Sonic jumping from a hut to hit you on another hut*
Her natural hand grabbed your ass.
*Sonic flying through the air at you with his training staff*
You kissed her with tongue.
*Sonic running, ready to strike you*

You pulled away. Those images of Sonic. The ones you got when you touched Bunny. They were
finally clear but... they had you in them. You were that missing factor.

*I loVe yoU.*
Oh god.

"What?" Bunny asked. Her eyes were big with concern. "What is it?"

Then you thought for a moment. If you kept going, you could love them both. Bunny on your
skin, Sonic in your mind.

You brought Bunny in for another kiss and the two of you continued for a long while, your
images of Sonic strobeing consistently the whole time. When it was all over, you couldn't help but
feel guilty. But at the same time, you were happy.

"Your injuries have postponed the mission Sally."

"I know."

"When should we reschedule the mission to?"

"Next week. I should be optimum then."

"What about Sonic?"

"His wounds aren't as serious. There shouldn't be a problem with him."

By now the two of you were just staring into each other's eyes. Silence. Then the door swung
open. Bunny jumped like her namesake, her species. She swung her legs up off of the bed. Her
red cheeks shown through the white fur on her face. She chuckled nervously.

"Hey Doc." You said confidently.

"Hi." Bunny said meekly.

"May I have a moment with my patient?"

"Heh..." Bunny could barely stand her embarrassment. "Later Sal."

She walked out, looking behind her back at you, giggling the whole way.

"Hm." Said the doctor.

"You needed something?" You asked.

"Sonic left without my clearing him I see. How do you deal with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't seem like a team player."

"Well... he isn't really on the team. Or at least not the way I consider the other Freedom Fighters
to be on the team."

"I don't understand Princess. Please explain."

"Well, the rest of us do the covert stuff. A bomb here, unlock a door there, debug a computer
system somewhere else. Sonic mostly does assault, retrieval, and heavy infiltration. The only other
member of the team that can do anything close to the tasks that we request of Sonic is Bunny."

"Hm... you seem to be in that category too."

"Huh?"

"Fast and strong. Is that how you would define that kind of Freedom Fighter."

"Ya... I guess."

"How else would you define someone who can not only jump onto a building, but punch someone
onto one."

"You saw the fight?"

"I heard from a friend."

"Oh."

"Said friend is now moving his stuff from the rubble of his home."

"Oh shit... which one? The one that collapsed from Sonic's impact on it or the one I flew
through?"

"I don't think it matters?"

"Sigh... what's his name?"

"Vee."

"God... we really did get out of hand..."

"Princess... if you ever convince yourself otherwise I'd be forced to deem you clinically insane."

You lay back onto your pillow looking over the hospital.

Somewhere Sonic was bowing his head. Somewhere Sonic was kicking a rock slowly.
Somewhere Sonic was holding his head in his hands.

As time went by your wounds healed and things began to return to normal. Aside from the two
dogs' constant bitching and moaning about their property damage, your image had returned to the
standard 'messiah' level.

Somewhere Sonic was giving a deep sigh. Somewhere Sonic was ignoring his friends.

It was the fateful day of the latest mission. Hopefully this one would be above average. Most
likely it would turn out to be another complete waste of time. How many missions had it been.

Somewhere Sonic was jealous of Bunny. Somewhere Sonic was watching you from a distance.
Somewhere Sonic was awake at night thinking of you.

You wished Sonic could be the same as he was before. Your friend. Your family. Not so...
distant.

Somewhere Sonic was hating himself.

You laid on top of your bed with your vest and boots on. Sonic's image dashed through your
head. You barely ever saw that friendly smirk anymore, just his head turned away in shame. Why
couldn't you have that back? What about you? What about your life? Did he ever think about how
much more complicated his love would make her life.

"Fuck you for loving me."

Somewhere Sonic was trying to get over you.

You decided to try and find Bunny. You wanted to reaffirm your status with her. You loved her
not him. You could never love him because he could never accept what you have become. He
couldn't accept anything better than him. It was funny, your power seemed to be both what he
hated and loved at the same time.

We hate what we don't understand.

We love what we admire.

The blue blur was a running contradiction.

The running contradiction was sitting at the edge of the forest where everything descended into
dark desert.

Everything was dark. Nothing was good. No sound but wind. No smell but petroleum from the
city. It was perfect. The sun beat heavy in the air as grains of sand swept into the air from the
hollow wind blowing through the landscape.

He stepped slowly down the bare incline, crossing the threshold from good to evil. He didn't think
that good fit his description anymore. He couldn't be defined by something that black and white
anymore.

He looked up at the huge structure in the middle of Robotropolis which could only be recognized
as Robotnik's fortress. "Today's the day you fat fuck!" He clenched his fists as sand swirled all
around him. "Today's the day the fat man's castle comes tumbling down."

Sonic's head shifted at the sound of tractor treads coming East of him. Nowhere to hide. He
looked over to see the familiar chicken bot and his drill themed robot sidekick.

Scratch: ... And then the little fucker jumps at me.

Grounder: Jumped at you?

Scratch: Ya! Can you fuckin' believe that?

Grounder: So whadju do?

Scratch: You kiddin'? I moved.

Grounder: Heh. And the little shit fell on his face huh?

Scratch: Naw man, get this. Fool falls right onto a sewer manhole. So what do I do? I
stomped on the mother fucker!

Grounder: Shit Scratch. S'not enough to just shoot the little bitch is it?

Scratch: 'Ey! Who's tellin' the story? Anyways, I'm stompin' the little punk till he's bleedin'
out the mouth right? Well, this mother fuckin' manhole just collapses.

Grounder: Ha ha ha!!

Scratch: So I look down into the sewer and I see the little fuck crawlin' around in the crude
ass water just tryin' to get away from me when he's cornered by a bunch of rat bots. He's torn limb
from fuckin' limb and all I can do is laugh.

Grounder: Fuck... all the cool shit happens without me... is that the hedgehog?

Scratch: Ya... and without Tails too...

Grounder: 'Ey hedgehog!!! Where's that freak friend of yours?

Sonic didn't even look at them. "Lodged in your mother's ass."

Grounder's drill bits began to spin with an intimidating whir. He lowered his arms to the ground.
The friction kicked up dust all around him.

Sonic stood looking at the two from the side of his eye. His fists clenched, expecting a fight.

"What are you assholes doing here?"

Scratch: The question stands for you, hedgehog!! What the hell are you doing here?

Grounder: Ya! Why ever leave your precious village?

Scratch: Only pussies hide where they live!

"Heh... is that so?"

Scratch: Bitch! It's so! You can't believe how close we are to finding you! Every day you
little shits are wasting away in your huts, we grow stronger and taller for all to see! What do you
do? You hide!

Grounder: Hide and blow up crap we don't even need.

Sonic's brow narrowed. His legs spread. His arms moved out above his waste. He was ready for
whatever my creations could throw at him.

"You dick heads are boring me. You gonna try and capture me or what?"

Grounder looked up at Scratch to give another sarcastic quip but met a cold stare.

Scratch: Grounder... My gun.

A small compartment in Grounder's back opened to reveal a very large pistol. Scratch pulled it
out and held it above his ear.

Scratch: Is this the day your luck runs out hedgehog?

"I wonder if robots bleed. They must sweat 'cause you mother fuckers stink like shit."

Scratch's anger could be seen in his gritting teeth. His hand, steady below the trigger of his
firearm. All that could be heard was Grounder's spinning drills and the blowing wind. Grounder
looked up at Scratch and back to Sonic nervously.

"I'm waiting."

Scratch screamed and whipped the gun. Everything flashed with the exploding caps as bullets
whipped through the air towards Sonic. The hedgehog spun around, each bullet barely missing
him by inches. The path of the projectiles could be seen by vectors of rising dust painted by the
wind. Sonic landed his maneuver on one knee.

The Hedgehog looked up just in time to see Grounder barreling toward him with those dangerous
drills swinging at his face. Sonic did a few hand springs away from his assailant and ended his last
one with a drop kick right to Grounder's nose. Grounder's nose cone flew into the air, whistling in
the wind. He slumped to the ground, holding the vacant spot where his nose cone once was.

Scratch finished reloading his gun when Grounder's nose stuck into the ground beside him. He
opened fire once again as Sonic leaped into the air. Grounder had already taken many of Scratch's
shots as Sonic landed on his head with finesse and balance. Scratch fired randomly in Sonic's
direction, turning Grounder into a huddled mass as Sonic jumped from Grounder's disintegrating
body into the air, eclipsing the sun.

Scratch fumbled with his pistol as the hedgehog came down from the air and rolled into a ball
right over his head.

Sonic stood over Scratch's destroyed body, holding the chicken's gun in his hands.

Scratch: Some day you will be one of us.

"God... why does he even bother rebuilding you two?"

Scratch: The two of us bring in at least five of your kind every day you idiot!! When it
comes to winning and losing all you ever fucking think about is yourself!! Well what about your
own fucking people!!? How does your worthless life amount to the hundreds that have been killed
or robotocized by me or Grounder!!?

Sonic bent down on his knees at Scratch's wrecked body, the gun to his head.

"You're right Scratch. You're better!" Sonic gave a twisted grin as the gun flashed.

Somewhere Sonic was unstoppable. Somewhere Sonic was invincible. Somewhere Sonic was a
God.

Somewhere Sonic was looking forward to the mission of that night.

Over Scratch's destroyed head, Sonic was laughing.

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