Tempest, The Genetic Miracle

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

Quick! We need to secure the lifelines before we lose the speciman!

The danger level is off the charts! Doc! We need to get out...

CRASHHH!!!

AAAHHHH! Leo's down! I repeat, Leo's down! This place is gonna fall down around us! Doc!

Fine! Evacuate all personel! NOW!!

CRASH! CRASH! BOOOOOM! CRASH!! RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE! CRASH!BOOM!CRASHCRASHBOOMCRASHRUMBLEBOOM!!!

And then I awoke.

Tempest opened his eyes in the liquidy supstance that encased him. It instantly stung them like hot knives going through them. He shut them and tried to scream, but all that came out was bubbles. When he went to breath in, all the came was the liquid. He started hacking, which didn't help. The glass sheet that was covering his exit was the only thing blocking him. He summoned up his strength to break the glass. He pucnched it until he could not anylonger, then punched it some more, each time his hand hurting more until he broke out of the tube and lay there on the floor, breathing in huge, sudden gasps, numerous wires still attached to his body.

Tempest layed there for what seemed like hours. After he regained the strength to stand up, he crawled over to the nearest stable structure and, with much dificulty, was able to stand. He scanned the room, looking for things, studying the surroundings. There were large pieces of rock and a lot of destruction. It looked like it hadn't been used for at least a decade. He walked over to a computer that looked like it had survived the apocalypse that had befallen this room. He groped around the terminal and found the power button. After a long time of the silence being filled with 'clicks' and 'whirs', the computer started. It showed a body of a hedgehog. On the sides of it, there were many statistics of it, conditions, everything. All of them showed 'Offline' since he was diconnected. -So...what is this?-

Tempest stared at the screen, taking in the numerous bits of info. -Project S-2, codename Tempest.- He clumsily looked around for a keyboard, but accidently touched the screen and a new screen popped up. -Touch sensitive.- He flipped through the pages of the project. -DNA taken from Sonic...perfect match...data from Project:Shadow...Sleep-teaching used- He didn't understand any of this jumbled mess. He shut down the computer and looked around the room. He smelled something he hadn't smelled before. He didn't know what this smell was. He went over to a pile of rocks where the smell was strongest. He pulled up a few of them...and found something grotesque. A human, rotting from existence. He looked at the nametag. -Leo...- Next to him, he found a card. It had also survived. He took it and went over to what looked like a door and slid the card through an odd device. The door opened with some effort, and he crossed the threshold into the hallway.

The hallway wasn't much different from the room he was previously it. The ceiling had collapsed in many of the directions, wires hung from the still hanging sections while glass littered the floor. He entered another room. He was starting to get lost because everything looked the same. He walked over to a table that had a pair of shoes on them. A note sat next to them. "For Project:Tempest. Shoes made from tougher stuff than Sonic's." -Sonic...why does his name keep popping up?- Since no one was around, he slipped on the shoes and he gasped. They were a perfect fit.

Tempest left the room and continued down the hall. The destruction became more and more intense and on a higher scale, if you can believe that. As he proceeded he thought he heard a mechanical shift in gears behind him, but he saw nothing. He shrugged, thinking that it was his paranoia, and kept on. He found what looked like the exit, and managed to pry it open. A cold rush knocked him back as snow and ice started to cover the exit. He ran out just before the exit closed. He looked back at a sign by the door. "Hmm...secret...sonic...research...facility..." Most of the words after that were to faded to read. Tempest shivered as he trudged on. Something inside told him to run, but his legs were to frozen...or so he liked to have thought. He decided to listen to his instincts and run...and the rest was a blur.


Meanwhile...
"Excellent. After 10 years, the green hedgehog has decided to awaken. And not a moment to soon. Now, I can finally take over the world! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

The white dullness faded from view as Tempest sped on. The color quickly changed to a mundane brown, then some green speckled here and there, then everywhere. Tempest stopped, which took a bit to do. He was so unused to running that he toppled over and skidded for the next 300 yards before coming to a halt. He laid there, his face hurting, his whole body shaking from the adrenaline rush he had from such speed. He threw up then and there, stayed laying in it for quite some time until someone came along. It was a girl. "Oh my...wow..." She put her hand over her mouth as if to stop the income of air from the gasp. She ran off yelling "SOMEONE...ANYONE...HELP!!"

[Redrum]

I don't mean to intrude if this is not the place to post comments for such a feat. But that was very interesting, and I have enjoyed the long read. ^_^;

I look for-ward to RPing with you, or against you. Either way I know I will not be disappointed.

Awe Inspiring Work indeed.

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

(Why thank you. It is rare that I get such a comment. Though, please pm any comments to me.)

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

As Tempest came to and the blackness fading from the edges of his sight, he could see that he was in a white room. He moved his head to the left a bit and a knife of pain went shooting up the right side of his neck. He went to grab it, but more pain shot up his right tricep. After a few moments of extreme pain and cloudy eyes, he managed to gaze upon a machine. He moved his eyes down and noticed the numerous little tubes leaving his body. He let out a large sigh, which hurt. He decided it was best not to move for the time being.

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

-How long has it been...?- Tempest thought to himself. It seemed like he had been laying in that same bed and seeing the same people over and over for the past few months, but it had only been 2 weeks. He could never get a full sentence from a doctor, but from the pieces he had heard, he gathered that the reason that he was here was that since he was newly born from the tube, his body was not able to withstand the G-forces that was exerted on his still developing body, and he had accidently almost liquified many of his vital organs. He had, in fact, thrown up his right lung and galbladder. They could not save the lost organs, but they could reconstruct the near liquified ones. It was a very painful process, from which Tempest was having much experience. -This...blows...- Tempest layed in that bed for another full week before he was allowed to walk again, and even then it was painful, but more of a dull throb than sharp knives. Little by little, he was being rehabilitated.

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

On the last night of his stay, Tempest could not get a restful sleep. His head was filled with images of a mysterious figure almost completely shrouded in darkness. Only his three red eyes were visible in such thick blackness. It muttered things of somone called 'Shadow' and 'Doom' and things to Tempest. It muttered things to Tempest. Things along the lines of 'maybe you will be obedient...' and 'maybe you can fufill my orders...' and other things of that nature. Tempest woke with a start. He was dripping with sweat and his head hurt tremendously, though he was not aware of it yet. His mind was swirling with images and descriptions that might fit this mysterious figure. Anything that might be connected popped into his head. He didn't understand what was going on, but when he realized the amount of pain that he was in, he passed out onto the floor with a *thud* and did not dream the rest of the night.

[Tempest the Hedgehog]

The doctors released Tempest on time with a full recovery. On his way out, the receptionist asked him how he was going to pay. He had no money or bank account, but something popped into his head. "Put it on my tab." Those five words started a long history with this hospital, better know as St. Sonics.