Snively
After the Doomsday
The
doomsday device exploded with the sound of a million rounds of laser fire,
shaking the very earth as it collapsed. Grasping the railing inside his
subterranean elevator, Snively struggled to stay on his feet. As much as heÕd
longed for this day, he trembled in fear as his elevator-car rumbled and
bounced. Had he made it strong enough?
Would he have prepared for this day for nothing?
No.
The rumbling faded away, and the ground stilled. He had survivedÉand Robotnik
hadnÕt. He couldnÕt have. He was in a hovercraft, flimsy thing, it would have
been crushed and destroyed in the explosion.
Snively
returned the elevator to the surface and pushed the button that opened the
doors. They slid aside, revealing the sight Snively had expected to see: the
doomsday device was no more than a pile of rubble, and Robotnik was nowhere to
be found.
For
eleven years, Snively had strived toward two dreams: to get rid of his uncle
and to take his revenge on the Freedom Fighters. Now that Robotnik, his uncle,
was gone, he had only one goal to focus on: getting back at the Freedom
Fighters, and, in doing so, taking
over the world.
But
he knew he couldnÕt do it on his own. Luckily, Snively had a plan. Somewhere in
the void dwelled Ixis Nagus, the sorcerer, who Robotnik had betrayed and
trapped there more than a decade ago. Surely, if Snively set him free, Nagus
would be willing to help him take his revenge. What did he want revenge for?
First, he credited the leader of the Freedom Fighters with making him lose his
hair. He might have been able to live with that, but, over the years, it was
his own inability to keep them from sabotaging RobotnikÕs plans that led to
most of his suffering.
Before
Robotnik took over Mobius, he had been known as Julian, and thatÕs what Snively
had called him. His uncle Julian had become the minister of war for King Acorn,
and had successfully brought all war to an end on Mobius. He seemed like a
righteous, good-hearted man, but in reality, he only ended war to leave the
entire planet vulnerable and defenseless. He had appealed to both SnivelyÕs
thirst for power and his respect-pushing-on-fear for his uncle, who was more
than twice his height and at least four times as wide. Julian may have been an
intelligent man, but Snively was smarter. He had the know-how that Julian
needed to conquer the world, and he easily obtained it.
Then,
when Julian made the final preparations to unleash his power over the world, he
betrayed his nephew, barring him from command and forcing him to do everything
he said, including calling him ÒSirÓ instead of ÒUncle Julian.Ó
So,
even though it was SnivelyÕs intelligence and ingenuity that allowed Robotnik
to conquer Mobius, he was treated as a lackey and an idiot from that day on.
Over the years, his initial sadness turned to resentment, which turned into
anger and hate.
How
he had longed for his uncle to meet an untimely demise. How he had suffered at
his uncleÕs hands, forced to endure his constant threats and insults, to take
the blame for everything that went wrong and being punished for it, being
kicked around like a useless fool. He didnÕt know how much more he could stand.
And
now Robotnik was dead. With a real but sinister smile, Snively surveyed the
rubble smoking all around him. Finally, he was in charge. He had the
opportunity to do what he wanted.
All
he needed to do was free Nagus.
Snively
traveled to the void portal located in the Great Unknown, riding on a badly damaged but still-functional
hovercraft, and began construction.
His
one regret about the dramatic cause of his uncleÕs death was that all of the
swat-bots were destroyed as well, so he had to do all of the work himself. He
didnÕt want to risk bringing any of the worker-bots, the roboticized Mobians,
with him. They might not obey him, and they would certainly be tempting targets
for the Freedom Fighters. Snively wasnÕt ready to face them yet.
He
needed to free Nagus, and to do that, he needed to build a gateway to open the
void portal. He had all of the tools and materials he needed to build it, and
he certainly had the knowledge. HeÕd helped Robotnik build the first one, the
one Robotnik had used to trap Nagus in the void.
Snively
worked for hours on the gateway, not stopping for food or rest. At last, he
completed the device and turned it on. The swirling, pink portal appeared, and
a dark shape spiraled out of it, like water going down a drain backwards. Was
itÉCould it be Nagus?
The
figure focused into view, and Snively screamed.
It
was Robotnik.
ÒWell, well, well,Ó Robotnik rumbled as he stepped down from
the portal and advanced on his shaking nephew. ÒSo, youÕre the one who opened the void. WhatÕs that
youÕre wearing?Ó
Snively
gulped, the collar of his high-collared cape feeling too tight all of a sudden.
He had put it on when he was sure that Robotnik was dead as a way of breaking
free from the drab, lackeyÕs uniform he had been forced to wear for years.
ÒW-well,
Sir,Ó Snively trembled, starting to back away. ÒItÕsÑÓ
Snively
let out a terrified shriek as his enormous uncle reached down and hauled him
into the air by his cape.
ÒThis
doesnÕt suit your station, Snively,Ó Robotnik growled, giving the cape a rough
jerk that snapped the buttons and sent his nephew crashing to the ground,
wearing only his humble uniform once again.
ÒOwÉÓ
Snively whimpered, getting painfully to his feet and brushing the dust from his
shirt.
ÒSo,
Snively,Ó Robotnik glared down at him, menace in his red eyes. ÒYou thought I
was dead, did you? Thought you could go running to Nagus?Ó
ÒOh,
no, Sir,Ó Snively
protested in a dutiful whine. ÒI wouldnÕt dream ofÑÓ
ÒShut
up!Ó RobotnikÕs harsh command stung Snively, a needle of fear in his stomach.
ÒRobotnik?Ó
hissed a voice from within the void. ÒDid it work?Ó
ÒOh,
yes, Sir,Ó Robotnik groveled into the portal. ÒItÕs perfectly safe, Sir.Ó
Only
then did Snively notice that Robotnik wasnÕt wearing a cape either. Another
figure swirled our of the void, one wearing a black cape with a high collar
over his mutated form: Ixis Nagus the sorcerer.
ÒExcellent,Ó
he grinned in a voice like escaping steam. ÒGood work, Robotnik.Ó
ÒThank
you, Sir,Ó Robotnik sniveled in a way Snively hadnÕt believed possible. It gave
him hope.
ÒNagus,
Sir,Ó he said, gazing up at the sorcerer with his best expression of respect.
ÒI have freed you from the void, Sir. I haveÑÓ
ÒLiar!Ó
Robotnik snarled, knocking Snively to the ground with a heavy blow from the
back of his hand.
SnivelyÕs
hand rushed to his face, covering his throbbing right eye as he cringed,
whimpering in pain.
ÒI
apologize for my nephew, Sir,Ó Robotnik appealed to Nagus. ÒHe is very stupid
and doesnÕt know his place.Ó
ÒPlease,
Sir,Ó Snively half raised his gaze to Nagus. ÒIÑÓ
ÒBe
quiet, or IÕll hit you with my other hand!Ó Robotnik warned, clenching his one
metal fist threateningly.
Snively,
frightened into silence, listened in horror as Robotnik explained the situation
to Nagus in such a way that it seemed that he had rescued them from the void, and that
Snively had been trying to seal them inside.
ÒYour
story seems very unlikely, Robotnik,Ó Nagus wheezed. ÒAre you certain you have
your facts straight?Ó He raised his more normal hand, which began to glow with
an eerie, magical light.
ÒIÕm
certain, Sir,Ó Robotnik assured him with a trace of fear. ÒSnively was just
about to trap us both in the void when you so kindly released me and told me to
test the portal. I stopped him just in time. Look what he was wearing when I
caught him. He was clearly planning to take over the world once he knew that we
were trapped forever. Besides, you know he was the one who got you stuck in the
void in the first place. He disabled the retrieval programs.Ó
ÒThat
may be true,Ó Nagus hissed. ÒBut why would he open the void again?Ó
ÒHe
was going to kill us by contaminating the void,Ó Robotnik explained. ÒHeÕs a
sneaky, little traitor, Sir. You canÕt trust him at all.Ó
Nagus
thought this over, and Robotnik gave him a fawning, sycophantic look while
Snively stared up at both of them with his one good eye, shivering in dread.
The right side of his face burned with pain, a dark bruise already forming
around his eye.
ÒVery
well,Ó Nagus said at last. ÒLet us return to Robotropolis, Robotnik. You can
show me how everything works, and we can put thatÑwhat did you call him?Ñthat
sneaky, little traitor in his place.Ó
Robotnik
grinned as he stooped and grabbed Snively by the back of his shirt and carried
him to the hovercraft, trailing behind Nagus like an obedient dog. Snively
squirmed futilely in his uncleÕs grasp, facing backward, the only one to
witness the third form emerging from the void. Before he could see who or what
it was, the hovercraft doors closed, and he was thrown into a holding cell in
the back of the vehicle.
When
they arrived back at Robotropolis, Robotnik locked Snively in the dungeon. A
few hours later, he returned and dragged the frightened, exhausted Snively to
the main chamber.
ÒHere
he is, Sir,Ó Robotnik told Nagus, who had taken his seat at the cityÕs main
controls.
ÒGood,Ó Nagus hissed. ÒPut him on the
table.Ó
ÒWhatÕs going on?Ó Snively whimpered as
Robotnik carried him across the room.
ÒNagus
has decided to be merciful,Ó Robotnik chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in his
voice. ÒYouÕre going to be the test subject in ourÑhis newest experiment. If
you survive, you can serve usÑI mean him.Ó
Snively saw the table, the diabolic
devices, with their wires and needles, arranged around it, the gleeful
anticipation in his uncleÕs eyes. Snively panicked.
ÒNo!Ó he cried, flailing frantically.
He managed to wriggle out of RobotnikÕs
clutches but fell several feet to the floor and couldnÕt recover in time to get
away.
He yelped as RobotnikÕs boot collided
with his ribs. Winded and in considerable pain, Snively made no further protest
as Robotnik strapped him to the table. The cold metal chilled his back, even
through his shirt. With his arms and legs locked to the tabletop, Snively could
only lie there helplessly as Robotnik stuck monitoring devices on his temple
and wrist. Lines appeared on the screens, the nervous zigzags of SnivelyÕs
pulse and brain waves.
ÒThis had better work, Robotnik,Ó Nagus
hissed as he approached the table. ÒOtherwise IÕll have no choice but to use
you to replace him if he dies.Ó
ÒPlease donÕt do this, Sir,Ó Snively
begged, feeling smaller than he ever had before.
Robotnik pressed a gas mask over
SnivelyÕs nose and mouth and pulled the strap over his head, tightening it
painfully. He turned and switched on the machine connected to it, which pumped
an invisible gas into the mask. Snively shook his head, trying to free his
face. He inhaled and felt a pain in his lungs that spread throughout his body.
ÒPlease, Uncle Julian,Ó he whimpered, his
voice muffled by the mask.
He inhaled again, and all of his body
started aching and burning. Gasping in pain, Snively writhed and twitched, held
in place by the iron bands.
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Nagus ordered. ÒLetÕs
see if it worked.Ó
Robotnik shut off the pump and yanked the
mask from SnivelyÕs face. The fire surged through SnivelyÕs system, and the
monitors went berserk.
ÒItÕs working!Ó Robotnik crowed. ÒItÕs
working! The Power RingÕs power!Ó
The pain racking SnivelyÕs body changed
suddenly into energy. He relaxed and realized that he felt strong. Narrowing
his eyes, he flexed his arms and broke free of the table. Pulling his legs free
as well, Snively jumped down from the table and ripped away the wires connected
to his head and arm. Robotnik gasped and backed away in sudden fear.
ÒYou fool,Ó Snively sneered. ÒYou gave me
power. You gave me strength and speed.Ó
He picked up the table and slammed it
down on the machines surrounding it.
ÒNow I am in control,Ó Snively declared,
advancing on Robotnik.
ÒAre you?Ó Nagus wheezed and shot a beam
of magic at him.
Snively screamed as the solid light
seared across his back, but he did not fall. Nagus has surprised him from
behind that time. Ready now, Snively tried out his new speed and zoomed from
the room.
ÒGet back here!Ó Nagus commanded,
shooting at Snively.
Another shot took Snively in the
shoulder, and he stumbled and fell with a cry of pain, more than a hundred feet
away. He got up again before Nagus could fire and took off at super sonic
speed.
Just as he reached the forest, about
three minutes later, his speed and power dissipated, and he collapsed among the
fallen leaves.
What had just happened? It was as though
he had lost his mind for a few minutes, reacting without thinking.
SnivelyÕs legs ached and burned. He had
just run more than three miles in three minutes. He lay on his stomach, sobbing
for breath, his whole body in agony. Snively wanted nothing more than a drink
of water, and he heard some flowing nearby. Dragging himself along on all
fours, he inched toward the sound.
Suddenly, the world seemed to do a
somersault, and Snively found himself suspended from a tree, entwined in a
large net. He was caught in a Freedom Fighter trap! An electronic beacon buzzed
from a sensor located near the bottom of the tree. They would come for him,
soon. Until then, he had to endure the nearby trickling of a stream tormenting
his raging thirst. If he was captured by the Freedom Fighters, what would they
do to him?
ÒI hate my life,Ó Snively moaned.
Sonic the Hedgehog streaked into the
vicinity. He came to a halt underneath the net where Snively hung miserably.
ÒWell, what do you know?Ó Sonic smirked.
ÒItÕs ole Snoodly. WhatÕre you doing here?Ó
Snively couldnÕt think of anything to
say, too tired to make even his own brain do his bidding.
ÒSo, youÕre your usual, cheerful self,Ó
Sonic remarked sarcastically. ÒIÕm taking you to Sally. SheÕll have a lot of
questions for you,
Snidely.Ó
ÒThatÕs Snively,Ó he managed to whisper
before he passed out.
ÒI donÕt know, Sonic,Ó a female voice
brought Snively back to consciousness. ÒHeÕs hurt.Ó
ÒI donÕt trust him, Sal,Ó he heard Sonic
counter. ÒHeÕs been with Robuttnik since the beginning.Ó
ÒBut he couldnÕt be spying on us. He
doesnÕt have any equipment, no way to communicate. There isnÕt even anyone for
him to spy for, except himself, I guess.Ó
ÒWhat should we do, Sal?Ó
ÒWellÉWeÕll question him. See what he knows.
After we help him.Ó
Snively opened his eyes. He was still
tangled in the net, but he was inside somewhere with wooden walls.
The memory of the experiment performed on
him surfaced in his mind, the fear, the pain, the sense of utter helplessness,
all returned to him. He struggled weakly against the net with a pathetic moan.
ÒHelp me get him on the bed,Ó Sally told
Sonic.
ÒCome on, Sal,Ó Sonic complained. ÒHeÕs
slime; RobuttnikÕs little helper. We donÕt have toÑÓ
ÒHe may be slime, but weÕre not like Robotnik,
and we arenÕt going to leave him like this. HeÕs hurt, and we can help him. It
would be wrong if we didnÕt do anything.Ó
ÒYeah, guess youÕre right, Sal. Even
SnivelyÕs a person, sort of.Ó
They lifted him onto some flat, soft
surface and disentangled the net from his head, arms, and legs. Though his
vision was blurry, Snively saw the hedgehog and the chipmunk looking down at
him. Sally produced a hand-held computer and spoke to it.
ÒComplete body scan, NICOLE,Ó she gave
the voice command. ÒIndicate all non-trivial injuries.Ó
ÒScanning, Sally,Ó the computer responded. A warm, blue
ray of light swept Snively from head to foot; he closed his eyes against the
glare.
ÒSurface damage on right side of face,
first and second degree burns on shoulders and back, several bruised ribs,
severe muscle exhaustion in legs, extreme dehydration, general fatigue,Ó the computer reported.
ÒSoÉWhatÕs wrong with him?Ó Sonic asked, not
comprehending the computerÕs phrasing.
ÒHeÕs had one rough day,Ó the computer explained.
ÒOh.Ó
Snively couldnÕt remember the last time
heÕd been in so much pain. Perhaps he never had before. Either way, one desire
gave him the strength to speak.
ÒWaterÉÓ he wheezed.
Someone helped him into a sitting
position and help a cup of water to his mouth. Snively gulped at the water,
still too weak to lift his own arms.
ÒMan, NICOLE wasnÕt kidding,Ó Sonic
remarked from behind him. ÒHowÕd he get burned like that?Ó
Wearily, Snively turned his head away
from the glass, growing dizzier every second. He fell into an exhausted sleep
devoid of dreams.
Snively awoke a long time later, still
aching and sore, but feeling a lot better. Someone had bandaged the burns on
his back, and he had recovered somewhat from his impossible sprint. He lay on
the smooth, metal floor of a small, semi-circular cell, barred on one side with
bands of electrical energy. Snively knew better than to touch them. Robotnik
had used a similar device to imprison his captives when the stronger, more
permanent, iron cells were unavailable.
Still, he was much more comfortable here
than in RobotnikÕs dungeons. Snively sat up and leaned against the solid, metal
wall behind him, gently touching his bruised eye. It wasnÕt the first time his
uncle had struck him, but it felt like the hardest. Robotnik certainly knew the
value of claiming to speak the truth first, especially when one needed to tell
a lie. He wasnÕt about to give Snively the benefit of speaking first. He
flinched as a wave of pain blazed through his face at his touch. Snively
stretched and gritted his teeth as his ribcage seared with his movement. It
wasnÕt the first time him uncle had kicked him either.
The door of the building his small cell
was in opened, startling him. SnivelyÕs eyes grew wide in fright as Sally,
Sonic, and a very familiar-looking coyote approached him. Who was that?
ÒWell, Antoine?Ó Sally prompted the
coyote.
ÒOui, he is the one,Ó Antoine accused in
a heavy French accent.
Of course! Antoine, the French spy!
Snively had captured that coyote not three days ago and tortured him for
information, exploiting his weakness: he could not stand to see food
incorrectly prepared. Who could understand the French?
ÒMy Princess,Ó Antoine said, bowing to
Sally. ÒI would be liking very much to, how do you say, take my revengance on
this terriblŽ fiend.Ó
ÒNot yet, Antoine. LetÕs see if heÕll
cooperate first.Ó
ÒAs you wish, My Princess.Ó
ÒAll right, Snively,Ó Sally turned and
glared into the cell. ÒWhat were you doing in the Great Forest?Ó
Snively hesitated, unsure whether he hated the Freedom
Fighters more than he feared them. Years of memories flickered through his
mind, all of the times the Freedom Fighters had ruined RobotnikÕs plans, all of
the times he had been blamed and punished for their acts of destruction and
their amazing escapes. Though it was Robotnik who had hurt him, Snively found
himself longing to attack the Freedom Fighters. Deep down, he knew the could
never confront his uncle, both for reasons of his nonexistent courage and the
overwhelming differences in their sizes and strengths. No, he sought vengeance
upon the Freedom Fighters, who he knew were mortal. How many of them had he
seen roboticized? And hadnÕt he already crushed one of them on his own?
ÒYouÉfools,Ó he muttered, his hatred overpowering
his fear. ÒYou miserable little rebels. IÕm not telling you a thing!Ó
ÒThatÕs
gratitude for you,Ó Sonic grumbled. ÒI say we turn him over to Ant.Ó
ÒOui,Ó
Antoine nodded, balling his hands into fists. ÒHe will be paying for what he
did to moi.Ó
Sonic
turned off the electrical barrier and pulled Snively out of the cell. Snively
struggled for a few seconds, but Sonic gave him a painful shake every time he
tried to break his grasp. Sonic was too strong, and Snively stopped fighting as
the hedgehog pushed him into a chair and tied him to it. Snively pulled against
the tough ropes to no avail.
ÒI
hate you!Ó he screamed, frustrated and terrified. ÒI hate all of you!Ó
ÒHeÕs
all yours, Ant,Ó Sonic sighed. He and Sally stood at the back of the room as
Antoine turned on a bright lamps and shined it in SnivelyÕs face. The
realization of what was about to happened stole SnivelyÕs hate-fueled courage,
and he fell silent.
ÒAll
right, Monsieur Snively,Ó Antoine growled, blinding Snively with the lamp. ÒLet
us see how you are
liking to be torturŽd, for I am knowing your very weakness.Ó
Sweat
formed on SnivelyÕs forehead as he squinted through the glare at the
angry-faced coyote. Antoine reached toward SnivelyÕs head. Heart pounding,
Snively clamped his eyes shut.
ÒOw!Ó
he cried.
Antoine
flourished one of SnivelyÕs hairs triumphantly.
ÒYou!Ó
Snively howled. ÒI hate you!Ó He hauled on his bonds and succeeded in rocking
his chair a little bit.
ÒHa!Ó
Antoine laughed. ÒHave I stricken your nerves, you terriblŽ toad? You are not
having many of these left up there, non?Ó
ÒYouÉyouÉyouÉ!Ó
Snively couldnÕt find an insult awful enough to sting him with.
SonicÕs
and SallyÕs laughter did nothing to improve his mood.
ÒOw!Ó
he cried again as Antoine yanked another one of his few remaining hairs.
ÒHe
is nothing but a shiny-headed baldy-boy!Ó Antoine taunted, letting the hair
float to the floor.
ÒStop
it!Ó Snively wailed, the anger leaving his voice.
Antoine
reached for another hair.
ÒNo!Ó
Snively cried. ÒAll right! All right! IÕll talk! IÕll talkÉÓ He hung his head
to hide his tears.
ÒWhy
were you in the Great Forest?Ó Sally asked, taking over the interrogation.
ÒI
was running away,Ó Snively whispered.
ÒFrom?Ó
Sally prompted.
ÒRobotnikÉand
Nagus.Ó
ÒRobotnik
is dead, and Nagus is trapped in the void.Ó
ÒNo,Ó
Snively shook his head sadly. ÒRobotnik never died, he was only cast into the
void with Nagus.Ó
ÒWell,
how did they get out?Ó
ÒIÉÓ
Snively gulped, afraid of answering but more afraid of staying silent. ÒI
opened the void.Ó
ÒYou
idiot!Ó Sonic snarled. ÒI ought toÑÓ
ÒBe
quiet, Sonic,Ó Sally said firmly. ÒWhy did you open the void, Snively?Ó
ÒI
was only trying to free Nagus. I didnÕt even know Robotnik was in there.Ó
ÒOh,
well,Ó Sonic shrugged. ÒNagus can handle Robuttnik any day.Ó
ÒWhere
are they now?Ó Sally asked.
ÒRobotropolis,Ó
Snively answered.
ÒWhat
are they doing there?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know, but theyÕre working together. I thinkÉI think they might be
planning toÉto pick up where Robotnik left off.Ó
ÒYou
meanÉ?Ó
ÒThey
want to rule the world.Ó
ÒOh,
my gosh,Ó Sally gasped in horror.
ÒI
shouldÕve known that Nagus was no good,Ó Sonic grumbled. ÒI thought he was on
our side, though.Ó
ÒMe,
too,Ó Sally said. ÒWhatÕs the deal with Nagus?Ó
ÒA
long time ago,Ó Snively explained, Òbefore Robotnik took over, he was partners
with him. Nagus discovered the void, and Robotnik invented the gateway that
allowed people to enter and exit it.Ó
ÒI
think I remember him saying something about that,Ó Sally agreed. ÒSo, what
happened?Ó
ÒNagus
went into the void to explore, and Robotnik trapped him in there.Ó
ÒWhy?Ó
ÒNagus
was more powerful than he was. He wanted to be in charge after he took over.Ó
ÒSo,
that meansÉNagus and Robotnik have had the same goals all along!Ó
Snively
nodded.
ÒAnd
you let them out!Ó
Sonic shouted.
Snively
shuddered and swallowed a sob.
ÒWe
need more information,Ó Sally pressed on. ÒWhatÕs left of Robotropolis? What
resources does Nagus have?Ó
ÒIÕm
not sure. All of the swat-bots were destroyed in the doomsday explosion, and
two of the power plants were knocked out. There are nearly a thousand
worker-bots, and I donÕt know whether the roboticizor is still operational.Ó
ÒWell,
itÕs not all bad news, Sal,Ó Sonic said. ÒNo more swat-butts.Ó
ÒWhat
about the factories?Ó Sally asked Snively. ÒWere they destroyed?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know,Ó Snively whimpered as a tear dropped from the tip of his nose onto
his lap.
ÒAh,
My Princess,Ó Antoine interjected. ÒIf it would not be too much trouble, I
would be liking to ask the prisoner a question.Ó
ÒGo
ahead, Antoine,Ó Sally said, stepping aside. ÒWe have all of the information we
need for now.Ó
The
coyote switched off the lamp and met SnivelyÕs pale, blue eyes with his own.
ÒI
have been wondering, Monsieur Snively, what has been happening to you that your
face is, how do you say, black and bleu?Ó
Snively
whispered his answer in a voice so low that no one could hear him.
ÒPardon?Ó
Antoine cocked an ear toward him.
ÒRobotnik
hit me,Ó Snively whispered a little louder.
Antoine
stared nonplussed for a moment before backing away.
ÒIÉI
am finished, My Princess,Ó he murmured.
ÒSonic,
put him back in the cell,Ó Sally ordered. ÒAntoine, go get Bunnie and tell her
to stand guard outside this hut.Ó
ÒRight
away, My Princess,Ó the coyote bowed before departing.
Sonic
untied Snively, who didnÕt struggle at all as he was placed back into the cell
with the electric bars. Then, the hedgehog and the chipmunk left the room,
leaving him alone with his fear, his frustration, and his misery.
Snively
sat with his back against the cell wall, letting the cool metal soothe his
healing burns. Leaning forward on his knees, he buried his face in his arms and
sniffled quietly.
If
Robotnik ever found out what heÕd done, his life wouldnÕt be worth a thing, and
his death was sure to come slowly. Those Freedom Fighters were the reason for
all of his pain. He hated them, but, as he felt the bandages wrapped around his
torso, he was unable to suppress a sense of gratitude. Aside from the
humiliating interrogation, they had done him no harm, and had, in fact, been
kind to him.
It
was all so confusing. How could he want to hurt them and thank them at the same
time?
The
door opened again, and in stepped a female rabbit with robotic legs and one
robotic arm. She carried a small tray over to the cell and slid it between the
bars.
ÒWhatÕs
that?Ó Snively asks, suspicious.
ÒSomethinÕ
to eat,Ó the rabbit explained in a Southern drawl. ÒSally thought that yaÕll
might be hungry, so she sent this for ya.Ó
ÒÉThank
youÉÓ Snively whispered, not understanding why he felt ashamed.
ÒYouÕre
welcome,Ó the rabbit said, leaving the room with a toss of her long ears.
Snively
attacked the food once sheÕd gone. He didnÕt know if the Freedom Fighters were
trying to drug him or poison him, and he didnÕt care. He finished eating and
lapsed into thought.
Why
did he feel so guilty? He wondered if, perhaps, he had always wanted to believe
that the Freedom Fighters were making his life miserable on purpose, that they
even enjoyed it. He thought back on his few, brief encounters with them, before
his capture and after. He realized that, far from enjoying his misery, the
Freedom Fighters knew nothing about it. Their concern was the destruction of
Robotnik, who wanted to destroy them, and there was Snively, caught in the
middle of all this, not caring if they chose to destroy each other. All he
wanted was to feel safe, and, once he had accomplished that, to feel powerful.
For more than eleven years he had felt neither for any significant stretch of
time.
Snively
returned his thoughts to the Freedom Fighters. Now that he had realized that
they werenÕt even aware of the fact that all of their successes converted into
painful failures on his part, could he still continue to hate them? In their
way, he hated to admit, they were much stronger than Robotnik and Nagus. Were they strong enough to
protect him?
Snively
sighed, weary from all of the traumatic events of the last few days, and closed
his eyes. Even if he wanted to change sides, would the Freedom Fighters let him
join them? He tried to stir up his old hatred, but he was too tired. Reclining
on the hard floor of the cell, Snively fell asleep.
Snively
woke up when the door opened the next morning. Antoine entered and stood in
front of the cell, looking down at him with curiosity in his eyes.
ÒNow
what?Ó Snively sighed, sitting up and gazing up at him.
ÒI
have been thinking,Ó Antoine said, Òand I was wondering why you were running
away from Robotnik and this Nagus, because you were being very much of a helper
to him, non?Ó
Snively
couldnÕt find the words to express his emotions, feelings of fear, of sadness,
of hopeÉ So he settled on a pained silence.
ÒHeÉÓ
Antoine murmured, sitting down opposite him. ÒHe has been hitting you very
often?Ó
ÒHeÕs
a madman,Ó Snively covered his face with his hands and shook his head. ÒHeÕs
completely insane, and heÕll kill me if he ever finds out that I talked.Ó
ÒI
am feeling so sorry for you. What has been happening to you that you are so
hurted?Ó
AntoineÕs
sympathy unlocked something in Snively; something inside him twisted painfully,
uncomfortable with the idea that the people he had hated for years could do
anything but make him miserable.
ÒYou
donÕt want to know,Ó Snively shuddered, turning away so that Antoine couldnÕt see
the tears in his eyes.
ÒPlease
do be telling me,Ó Antoine urged. ÒI am very much wanting to know.Ó
Snively
couldnÕt keep it inside anymore. Breaking out sobbing, he told Antoine how
Robotnik had hit and kicked him, how he had lied and turned Nagus against him,
how they had performed their experiment on him.
ÒWhat
were they trying to do?Ó Antoine asked in horrified fascination.
ÒI
donÕt even know,Ó Snively cried. ÒThey just stuck me on the table and made me
breathe something that burnedÉ I couldnÕt even screamÉ It was like a
nightmare.Ó
ÒThen
what happened?Ó
ÒThat
stuff I was breathing made me grow strongerÉ I think I heard Robotnik say
something about Power RingsÉ Whatever it was, it was incredible. I broke free,
but Nagus shot me in the back.Ó
ÒSo,
that is how you got
burnŽd like that.Ó
ÒIt
was so strange, I couldnÕt think, I just ran from the lab. Nagus shot me again,
but I got away. I was going so fastÉ Is that what a Power Ring feels like?Ó
ÒI
would not be knowing. The Power Rings are working only for Sonic.Ó
ÒAnyway,
the power wore off, and I was in the Great Forest. Then I fell into that trap,
andÉ here I am.Ó
ÒI
am wonderingÑÓ
The
door opened at that moment, and Sally and a robotic hedgehog, Snively
recognized Sir Charles, SonicÕs uncle, came in. Antoine got to his feet in
guilty haste.
ÒWhat
are you doing here, Antoine?Ó Sally asked.
ÒNossing,
My Princess. JustÑÓ
ÒNever
mind. Uncle Chuck needs to talk to Snively, so could youÉ?Ó
ÒOui,
right away, My Princess.Ó
Antoine
made eye contact with Snively in farewell and left the room.
ÒDo
you know how the roboticizor works?Ó Uncle Chuck asked Snively.
ÒYes,
Sir Charles,Ó Snively answered, wondering where this conversation was going.
ÒWould
you know how to reverse the process?Ó
ÒPossibly.
IÕve never thought about it before. If I had some time, maybeÑÓ
ÒThatÕs
good enough. Show him the numbers, Sally.Ó
The
chipmunk opened NICOLE and had her display a complicated screen in the air in
front of the cell.
ÒWhatÕs
wrong with these calculations?Ó Uncle Chuck asked Snively. ÒIf we put these
into the deroboticizor, the effects only last for a few hours. Why arenÕt they
permanent?Ó
Snively
looked over the numbers, applying his knowledge of the roboticizor and
mathematics.
ÒYouÕre
using incongruous frequencies,Ó he said after a while. ÒYou canÕt have an input
that high for a mechanism that size, and the function third from the bottom is
impossible.Ó
ÒHow?Ó
Uncle Chuck sounded both curious and insulted.
ÒWell,
Sir,Ó Snively gulped, not wanting to irritate his captors. ÒIf you check the
binary digitsÉÓ
He
went on to explain the complicated math to the robotic hedgehog.
ÒWhat
do you know?Ó Uncle Chuck exclaimed in awe. ÒHeÕs right!Ó
ÒSo,
can you fix it, Uncle Chuck?Ó Sally asked.
ÒIÕm
afraid not, Sally,Ó the robotic hedgehog shook his head. ÒThese kinds of
problems are too difficult. They might even be impossible. Besides, we donÕt
have the parts weÕd need to enlarge it even if we could do the math.Ó
Snively
debated with himself whether he should tell them that he knew how to fix it
without changing the hardware at all. Uncle Chuck was right; it would be
difficult, but he could do it. Still, they didnÕt ask him if he knew how to fix it, and why
should he tell them if they didnÕt ask? He didnÕt owe them anythingÉ Or did he?
Guilt pricked at his conscience as he reflected on the care they had given him
without being requested, the look of sincere sympathy in AntoineÕs eyes.
Snively tried to drive away these feelings with thoughts of hate and vengeance,
but he couldnÕt muster the anger, and he found himself speaking.
ÒActually,Ó
he muttered, half to himself. ÒThere is a way to do it withoutÉÓ He cleared his
throat uneasily.
ÒWhatÕs
that?Ó Uncle Chuck leaned closer. ÒSpeak up.Ó
ÒIÉI
think I might know a way toÉrepair it without rebuilding it.Ó
ÒHow?Ó
ÒItÕs
very complicated. You have to fully understand the roboticizor software
Robotnik used to do it.Ó
ÒAnd
do you understand it?Ó
ÒY-yes,
Sir Charles.Ó
ÒWhat
do you think, Sally?Ó Uncle Chuck murmured.
ÒI
think itÕs worth a try,Ó the chipmunk said thoughtfully. ÒBut there are two
things we need to make sure of. One, we need to make sure he wonÕt try to
sabotage the deroboticizor if we let him work on it, and two, we need to make
sure he wonÕt run away.Ó
ÒI
wouldnÕt do anything like that, Your Highness,Ó Snively declared honestly.
ÒSo
you say,Ó Sally frowned. ÒBut we have to be sure.Ó
She
and Uncle Chuck left, and she returned a while later with the half-robotic
rabbit and a length of chain.
ÒAll
right, Snively,Ó Sally said. ÒWeÕll let you fix the deroboticizor, but Bunnie
will be watching you the whole time to make sure you donÕt try to escape.Ó
ÒUmÉOkay,Ó
Snively shrugged.
ÒAnd,
as an extra precaution, youÕll be wearing this.Ó She held up the chain,
indicating the large circle of metal at the end.
ÒAre
you out of your mind?Ó Snively demanded, disgusted at the idea. ÒIÕm not going
to wear that thing.Ó
Sally
deactivated the bars and approached him with the chain.
ÒHold
him still, Bunnie,Ó she called.
ÒSure
thing, Sally-girl,Ó the rabbit responded, grabbing SnivelyÕs arms and pulling
them behind his back.
ÒThis
is ridiculous!Ó Snively shrieked as he squirmed in BunnieÕs literal iron grip.
ÒOh, come on! This is uncivilized!Ó
ÒNo,Ó
Sally growled, fastening the metal collar around his neck. ÒTurning innocent
people into robots is uncivilized.Ó
ÒYouÕve
got nothinÕ to complain about, buster,Ó Bunnie scolded him, tightening her
metal hand over his wrist.
ÒOwÉÓ
Snively whimpered.
ÒThere,Ó
Sally sighed, backing away, holding the chain like a leash.
Snively
shivered and clenched his teeth. He was so humiliated, he could feel himself
blushing against his will, and the metal was cold against his neck. He moaned
and hung his head.
ÒCome
on, Snively,Ó Bunnie said, taking the chain from Sally. ÒYouÕve got a lot of
work to do.Ó
ÒYou
animals,Ó Snively grumbled to himself, trembling in fear, rage, and
embarrassment.
Bunnie
led him outside, and the warm, clear sunlight seemed so alien that he was
stunned.
ÒWhatÕre
yaÕll waitinÕ for?Ó the rabbit asked, tugging on the chain.
ÒIÉIÕd
almost forgotten how blue the sky could be,Ó Snively whispered as he continued
walking.
ÒI
expect ya donÕt see much of the sun over in nasty, ole Robotropolis, do ya?Ó
Bunnie sounded genuinely sorry for him.
ÒNot
really,Ó Snively sighed. ÒNo.Ó
ÒWell,
here we are,Ó the rabbit opened the door to a hut and lead him inside. A huge
glass tube was connected to a large machine on the ceiling, which was connected
to an enormous computer terminal lining an entire wall. Uncle Chuck was already
there along with a tall walrus wearing a baseball cap.
ÒOkay,Ó
the walrus said. ÒItÕs ready.Ó
ÒDo
your stuff, Snively,Ó Bunnie prodded him forward, letting out a few more feet
of the reasonably-lightweight chain.
ÒThis
will take a while,Ó Snively told her as he started typing on the computer.
ÒI
can wait,Ó Bunnie responded.
ÒIÕd
like to see this,Ó Uncle Chuck said, standing behind Snively and looking over
his shoulder. The walrus joined him, and Snively began to grow self-conscious.
He ran his hand under his collar uncomfortably.
ÒWould
it be at all possible for you to give me some space?Ó he asked humbly. ÒYouÕre
making me nervous.Ó
ÒOh,
all right,Ó Uncle Chuck obliged. ÒCome on, Rotor. You can help me reinforce the
dome.Ó
The
robotic hedgehog and the walrus returned to the other side of the room, and
Snively exhaled in relief. He began typing again, allowing himself to feel the
pleasure of his work, letting the letters and numbers flow from his mind to his
hands like music. He worked steadily for over two hours, becoming oblivious to
everything around him, even the metal encircling his neck. Bunnie grew bored
and sat down, idly watching him out of the corner of her half-closed eyes.
Uncle Chuck came by at one point, and he was so absorbed in his work that he
didnÕt notice until he spoke.
ÒYouÕre
fast,Ó the robotic hedgehog complimented.
Snively
started at the sound of his voice but regained his composure and hung his head.
ÒThank
you, Sir Charles,Ó he mumbled, not stopping his work.
ÒSorry
to interrupt, but how did you get so good at that?Ó
ÒIÕveÉhad
a lot of practiceÉÓ
Uncle
Chuck watched him type for a few moments longer before returning to his own
project.
ÒKeep
up the good work,Ó he patted SnivelyÕs uninjured shoulder.
Finally,
Snively finished reprogramming the deroboticizor. Sonic, Sally, and Antoine
were summoned to watch them test it.
ÒIÕll
go first, Charlie,Ó Bunnie volunteered. ÒThen if everythingÕs all right, you
can try it.Ó
Uncle
Chuck agreed and stepped up to the controls alongside Rotor.
ÒHold
this for me, would you, Antoine?Ó Bunnie passed SnivelyÕs chain to the coyote.
As
Sonic and Sally assisted Bunnie into the machine, Antoine turned to Snively and
spoke confidentially to him.
ÒI
am so very sorry you are having to be chained, Monsieur Snively,Ó he whispered.
ÒThatÕsÉall
right,Ó Snively told him in a voice shaking with emotion.
ÒOkay,
Unc,Ó Sonic called. ÒFire it up!Ó
ÒLet
Ôer rip, Sugar!Ó Bunnie grinned, giving him a thumbs-up.
Uncle
Chuck and Rotor activated the machine, and the glass tube lowered over Bunnie.
An intense glow surrounded her, and everyone held their breath. Suddenly,
sparks shot out of the ceiling-mounted panels, and smoke billowed from the
computer.
ÒShut
it off, Rotor!Ó Uncle Chuck cried over the sounds of the electrical explosion.
Sonic and Sally rushed over and forced the glass tube up off of Bunnie, who lay
on her back, dazed but seemingly unharmed.
ÒBunnie,
are you all right?Ó Sonic asked.
ÒI
think so,Ó Bunnie said. ÒWhat the hoo-hah happened?Ó She strained to sit up and
fell back, her face marked with alarm. ÒI canÕt move my legs and arm! My robot
parts arenÕt respondinÕ!Ó
Sally
scanned Bunnie with NICOLE.
ÒThe
circuits have been completely knocked out,Ó the princess told her. ÒIÕll have
to replace them.Ó
Bunnie
moaned as Sonic and Sally helped her up and carried her to a chair.
ÒYou!Ó
she bellowed, pointing straight at Snively. ÒYaÕll did this to me! I trusted
you!Ó Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clenched and unclenched her only
working hand in frustration.
An
agonizing shot of adrenaline tingled through SnivelyÕs body as everyone in the
roomÑSonic, Sally, Rotor, Uncle Chuck, and AntoineÑstared at him.
ÒIt
wasnÕt me!Ó Snively screamed in terror, trying to back away. The metal collar
dug into the back of his neck, and his panic grew. ÒYou have to believe me! My
calculations were perfect! I didnÕt do it!Ó
He
looked from face to face in desperation. The look of sheer hatred in SonicÕs
eyes reminded him of Robotnik, and he could no longer think for his horror. The
blue hedgehog strode up to him until mere inches separated their eyes.
ÒYou
tricked us,Ó he growled, grabbing Snively by the shirt front and pulling him
even closer.
ÒNo!
No!Ó Snively cried, his knees buckling beneath him. Sonic let him fall, and he
started groveling. ÒPlease, I never betrayed you. What kind of fool would I be
to betray you like that?Ó
ÒA
very smart one, perhaps,Ó Sally scowled.
ÒNo,
no, no,Ó Snively wept, longing to die.
ÒTake
him back, Sonic,Ó Sally ordered. ÒWeÕll deal with him after we fix Bunnie.Ó
ÒYaÕllÕre
a regÕler slimeball!Ó Bunnie shouted, shaking her fist at him.
Sonic
grabbed Snively by the back of his shirt and zoomed back to the cell. He tossed
Snively inside without removing the collar and chain and switched on the bars.
Antoine appeared at the door seconds later.
ÒThe
Princess is wanting your help, Sonic,Ó he informed the hedgehog.
ÒGot
it, Ant. You stay here and guard him Ôtil Sal gives the word. Okay?Ó
ÒOui,
Sonic.Ó
The
hedgehog sped from the room.
ÒMonsieur
Snively?Ó Antoine called softly.
Snively
sat on his knees on the floor of his cell, sobbing into his hands, the chain
trailing down in front of him.
ÒI
didnÕt do it,Ó he whimpered. ÒI didnÕt, I didnÕt.Ó
ÒI
am knowing this, Monsieur Snively. I am believing what you are saying.Ó
ÒWhat
will they do to me? Will they kill me?Ó
ÒNon.
I have never been seeing a Freedom Fighter killing another living thing. But
they will be doing
something. They are thinking you, ah, perceived them.Ó
ÒYou
mean, ÔdeceivedÕ?Ó
ÒOui,
that is what I am saying.Ó
ÒI
hate my life.Ó
Antoine brought a chair close to the cell
and sat beside Snively without speaking. Snively sat on the floor, lamenting
his plight. He had been foolish to try and help the Freedom Fighters. Now they
thought he was a saboteur.
What
had gone wrong? Why had the deroboticizor crippled Bunnie? Had he
miscalculated? It didnÕt seem possible. He had slaved over those numbers,
checking them repeatedly, certain he had made no mistakes. The only good thing
about the situation was that Bunnie had tried it first. If Uncle Chuck had been
in there, it might have shut every part of him down. He might have died. At
least they couldnÕt call Snively a murderer.
ÒI
will help you,Ó Antoine said as SnivelyÕs sobs quieted in weariness. ÒI will
tell the others that I am not thinking you tried to harm Bunnie. It was an
accident. I will, how do you say, couch for you.Ó
ÒYouÕll
vouch for me?Ó Snively sniffled.
ÒBut
of course. I am not thinking that you are deserving to be punishŽd.Ó
ÒCouldnÕt
you get in trouble?Ó
ÒPour
quoi? I would be only saying what I am thinking. That is not a crime, nes pas?Ó
ÒNot
here, it isnÕt,Ó Snively sighed.
Antoine
looked away, and Snively put his head down on his folded arms, tucking his
knees up close to his chin. They sat like that in silence for a long time, each
lost in his own thoughts.
The
door opened with a loud squeak, and Snively recoiled against the wall of his
cell, staring in dread as Sally entered the room.
ÒMy
Princess,Ó Antoine stood and addressed her urgently. ÒYou must not be blaming
Monsieur Snively for what happened to Bunnie. I am knowing that he didnÕtÑÓ
ÒI
know, Antoine,Ó Sally sounded sad. She gazed down at Snively, looking close to
tears.
Snively
feared the worst. Had Bunnie died? Were they going to kill him?
ÒWe
were checking the deroboticizor,Ó Sally said in a trembling voice. ÒAnd Uncle
Chuck found a jammed gear in one of the ceiling panels. He looked over the
numbers you put into the computer, and they were fine. None of what happened
was your fault. IÕm sorry we jumped to conclusions.Ó
She
turned off the bars and took off the collar and chain. Snively rubbed the
painful abraded spot on the back of his neck and said nothing, not knowing how
guilty the hurt look in his eyes made her feel as they searched hers, still
frightened and wary.
ÒUmÉThe
deroboticizor was completely burnt out in the explosion, so itÕll be offline
for a couple of daysÉÓ Sally tried to speak matter-of-factly, but she faltered
and sighed. ÒWeÕre all really sorry, Snively.Ó
ÒSo,
youÕreÉnot made at me anymore?Ó he asked in a cautious whisper.
ÒNo,
weÕre not mad,Ó Sally broke eye contact with him.
ÒThank
you, Your Highness.Ó
ÒWill
youÉÓ the princess hesitated. ÒWill you work on the computer again once weÕve
repaired the deroboticizor?Ó
SnivelyÕs
eyes flicked to the chain dangling from SallyÕs hand.
ÒUmÉÓ
he mumbled, tugging at his shirt collar.
ÒOh,
forget about this,Ó Sally said, tossing the chain aside. ÒYou donÕt have to
wear that again. WeÉI trust you not to try to escape.Ó
ÒAll
right,Ó Snively agreed, still unhappy but far from terrified. ÒIÕll help you.Ó
ÒThank
you,Ó Sally said without looking at him and exited the room.
Snively went limp in relief, leaning his
head back against the cell wall and taking his first deep breath in a long
time. He still trembled, haunted by his fears, but gradually he relaxed.
ÒYou
are all right, Monsieur Snively?Ó Antoine asked.
ÒYesÉ
IÕm fine,Ó Snively sighed, holding up one hand and watching it shake. He took
another deep breath and let his hand drop.
ÒI
am glad that you are off of the book.Ó
ÒYou
mean Ôhook,Õ Ó Snively told him, amused. ÒItÕs Ôoff the hook.Õ Ó
ÒBook,
hook, it is all of the same.Ó
ÒWhere
did you learn English?Ó
ÒI
was taught in school, but we had to come here when we were five years old, you
see, and I was not taking my classes anymore. Besides, I am so very proud of my
native language, I am not caring if I muss a word or two in English. As for my
accentÉit is all I have left of my home.Ó The coyote sighed. ÒI shall never be
seeing it again. It is destroyed, and that cannot be helped now.Ó
Antoine
gazed into space for a while, retreating into his memories, which were dim with
age but still a source of comfort.
Snively
looked at him and really saw him for the first time, as another person with his
own agenda, his own dreams and regrets.
ÒIÕm
sorry,Ó he told him.
ÒPour
quoi?Ó Antoine asked. ÒFor what?Ó
ÒFor
the way I treated youÉwhen I captured you in Robotropolis.Ó
ÒAh.
That.Ó
ÒIÕm
sorry,Ó Snively repeated, trying not to remember the coyoteÕs screams when he
had tortured him.
ÒI
am forgiving you,Ó Antoine said with sanctimonious aloofness.
Snively
saw the anger and pain he was trying to cover with his arrogant attitude and
lowered his gaze in shame.
ÒI
am also sorry,Ó Antoine said with a regretful sigh. ÒI was just as cruel to you
yesterday, non?Ó
ÒYouÕre
right,Ó Snively swallowed. ÒAndÉI forgive you, too.Ó
ÒWe
were being enemies before,Ó Antoine observed. ÒLet us begin again.Ó He stood
and bowed slightly. ÒBonjour. My name is Antoine.Ó
ÒMy
name is Snively.Ó
ÒI
am pleased to be meeting you, Snively.Ó
ÒIÕm
pleased to be meeting you, too, Antoine,Ó Snively couldnÕt help smiling a
little.
ÒBon.
Now we are not enemies.Ó
The
door opened again, and Antoine jerked to attention.
ÒBonjour,
Bunnie,Ó he saluted.
ÒHowdy,
Antoine,Ó Bunnie sighed and stepped into the room. ÒSally said IÕll be takinÕ
over for ya for a while.Ó
ÒAh,
thank you, Bunnie,Ó Antoine sidled toward the doorway. He left with an
ambiguously addressed, ÒAu revoir.Ó
Bunnie
had been repaired, but she still looked upset as she sat in the chair and gazed
at Snively.
ÒAw,
IÕm just so sorry, Sugar,Ó she moaned. ÒI shoulnÕta gone accusinÕ you like
that, but I was just to mad Ôcause I couldnÕt move anÕ all.Ó
ÒI
understand,Ó Snively whispered, just grateful that she wasnÕt angry with him.
ÒI
feel just plain awful,Ó Bunnie continued, and stopped as she noticed something.
ÒYou been cryinÕ, Sugar?Ó
ÒNo,Ó
Snively lied, looking away.
ÒAw,
ya have, too,Ó Bunnie wailed. ÒItÕs all Ôcause I was such a fool, turninÕ
everyone against ya like I did. IÕm sorry.Ó
ÒItÕs
all right,Ó Snively said, a little amazed at how many apologies were being made
back and forth.
ÒThanks,
Sugar,Ó Bunnie smiled.
Snively
managed a tired half-smile.
ÒBy
the way,Ó Bunnie added, ÒhowÕs your back feelinÕ, Sugar? Is it paininÕ ya at
all?Ó
Snively
gave his burned shoulder an experimental stretch and winced.
ÒIÕve
been trying to ignore it. Why?Ó
ÒI
might be able to do somethinÕ to ease the pain some.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
ÒWell,
sure, Sugar. IÕm the one who patched you up in the first place. Now, come on.Ó
She turned off the bars and extended her hand to help him up. ÒGet yourself
comfortable on the bed over there, and IÕll see what I can do.Ó
ÒYou
donÕt have to do anything,Ó Snively said, still afraid of the half-robotic
Freedom Fighter when there werenÕt bars between them.
ÒNonsense,
itÕs the least I can do.Ó
Reluctantly,
Snively took her hand and got to his feet. His legs still ached from his
supersonic sprint as he crossed the room to the plain bunk and sat down on the
edge.
ÒLie
down on your stomach, Sugar,Ó Bunnie instructed as she retrieved her medical
kit from under the bed. Snively hesitated, and Bunnie smiled and took him by
the arm, gently forcing him onto the bed. He didnÕt try to get up, but he was
still frightened. A familiar feeling of helplessness stole over him as Bunnie pulled
up the back of his shirt. He lay still in submission as she eased the bandages
off of his burns. Her cold, metal hand made him gasp as she used it to anchor
the movements of her normal hand.
ÒWhy,
DarlinÕ, yaÕllÕre just shakinÕ like a leaf,Ó Bunnie sounded concerned. ÒDonÕt
worry, Sugar. I wonÕt hurt you.Ó
She
laid her warm hand on his head reassuringly.
ÒTry
to relax, HonÕ. IÕm gonna help you. YaÕll know how to relax, donÕt ya?Ó
Snively
lay there, tense and trembling, unable to calm himself while in such a
vulnerable state.
ÒTake
a deep breath, Sugar,Ó Bunnie said, putting her hand on his unburned left
shoulder. ÒYouÕre all right.Ó
He
obeyed as best he could, inhaling in little jerks and breathing out slowly.
ÒThatÕs
it,Ó Bunnie soothed, patting his shoulder. ÒItÕs all right.Ó
SnivelyÕs
breathing grew easier, and he closed his eyes.
ÒThere
ya go,Ó Bunnie nodded. ÒNow, IÕm gonna put somethinÕ on that burn on your
shoulder, Ôkay? ItÕll help it heal.Ó
ÒO-okay,Ó
Snively gulped.
ÒMy
stars,Ó Bunnie murmured as she rummaged through her kit. ÒWhat kindÕa life have
yaÕll had that yaÕd be so nervous when some folkÕs just tryinÕ ta help ya?Ó She
spoke to him more directly, almost in an aside. ÒDonÕt be scared now, HonÕ, IÕm
gonna put this on.Ó
Snively
felt the painful heat leave his shoulder as Bunnie gently applied some kind of
salve to his burn. He relaxed a little more in relief.
ÒYa
know,Ó Bunnie said thoughtfully, ÒI never really thought about what it would be
like livinÕ in Robotropolis. IÕve never been there for more than a few hours at
a time. ItÕs always so dark and gloomy, and the air is all cold and full of
that nasty smoke, with allÕa those swat-bots patrollinÕ the place, and that
awful Robotnik.Ó She gasped in realization. ÒWhy, you poor fella, no wonder
youÕre a regÕler caseÕa nerves.Ó She smoothed a new bandage over his wounds.
ÒYouÕre used to livinÕ with Robotnik. Golly, I hadnÕt thoughtÕa what thatÕd be
like.Ó She lowered her voice, perhaps in fear of being overheard, or maybe in
horror. ÒIs he the one that burned yaÕll like that?Ó
ÒNo,
that was Nagus.Ó
ÒWhat
happened here?Ó BunnieÕs gentle fingers ran over SnivelyÕs bruised side.
ÒRoÉRobotnikÉkicked
meÉÓ
ÒLand
sakes,Ó Bunnie murmured, still exploring his injured ribs with her normal hand.
ÒWell, at least nothingÕs broken.Ó She eased his shirt back down. ÒAll set,
Sugar.Ó
Snively
pulled himself off of the bed and stood staring down at his feet.
ÒThank
you,Ó he whispered.
ÒSure
thing, Sugar.Ó
She
wordlessly shepherded him back into his cell and was about to turn the bars
back on when she paused.
ÒWait
a minute,Ó she said, turning to the bed and picking up a pillow and a blanket.
ÒHere, HonÕ. Looks mighty uncomfortable in there. YouÕll sleep better if youÕre
warm enough.Ó
ÒThank
you,Ó Snively noticed that he had been saying that a lot lately. The Freedom
Fighters had done so much for him. Why? Did they want something from him? He
already gave them information. If they wanted more, all they had to do was ask.
Why were they being so nice to him, the nephew of their sworn enemy?
ÒDid
Robotnik give ya that black eye, too?Ó Bunnie asked, definite concern in her
voice, in her eyes.
ÒYes,Ó
Snively tugged at the blanket hem uncomfortably.
Bunnie
switched on the bars and reseated herself in front of the cell.
ÒYÕknow,Ó
she said. ÒYaÕllÕre nothinÕ like I thought yaÕd be.Ó
ÒIÕm
not?Ó Snively didnÕt know how anyone couldnÕt see him the way he saw himself.
He wasnÕt hiding anything.
ÒNope.
I always thought you were like Robotnik, all mean and swaggerinÕ and hatinÕ us
Freedom Fighters to death. But I donÕt think youÕre like that at all. YouÕre
actually veryÉpolite.Ó
Snively
didnÕt answer right away.
ÒSomethinÕ
wrong, Sugar?Ó
ÒWellÉ
To be honestÉI did hate you Freedom Fighters. I hated you.Ó
ÒBut
ya donÕt anymore?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
ÒWhat
changed?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
Snively
made himself comfortable on the floor, wrapping himself in the blanket and
resting his head on the pillow.
ÒYou
go ahead and get some shuteye, Sugar,Ó Bunnie yawned. ÒItÕs been a long day.Ó
She
dimmed the lights until only soft moon-glow illuminated the room with the blue
bars.
ÒRest
easy, Sugar,Ó Bunnie smiled through the darkness. ÒNo oneÕs gonna hurt yaÕll
here.Ó
The next day passed for Snively in a
series of guards. Every two hours, a different Freedom Fighter stood watch
outside his cell. When Snively woke up that morning, he was Uncle Chuck sitting
in the chair, quietly reading a book. He noticed as Snively sat up and stared
at him questioningly, not knowing what was going on.
ÒGood
morning,Ó the robotic hedgehog said levelly, not putting down the open volume
in his hands.
ÒWhatÕs
going on?Ó Snively asked nervously. ÒDo you need something from me, Sir
Charles?Ó
ÒNo,
IÕm just standing guard for a few hours. Someone elseÕll take my place then.Ó
ÒOh.Ó
Uncle
Chuck recommenced his reading, but he couldnÕt seem to concentrate. Finally, he
shut the book and turned so that he was looking into the cell.
ÒYou
must be the fastest, most accurate typist IÕve ever seen,Ó he told Snively.
ÒAnd your mathematics were flawless. Which university did you go to? Mobius
Tech?Ó
ÒOnly
for one year, Sir,Ó Snively answered sadly.
ÒOh,Ó
the robotic hedgehog seemed to understand. ÒHow old were you during the coup?Ó
ÒEighteen,
Sir.Ó
ÒThatÕs
all? YouÕre so young still. Well, if one year at Mobius Tech did that, imagine
what you could have done with four.Ó
ÒOr
eleven,Ó Snively muttered.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒW-with
all due respect, Sir Charles, I didnÕt learn my mathematical and typing skills
at the university.Ó
ÒReally?
Then how did you get so good?Ó
Snively
scowled in recollection as he explained.
ÒI
was RobotnikÕs assistant. I did all of the computer work. And when Robotnik
wants something now
you do it now, and
you do it right the first time, or elseÉÓ
ÒOr
else what?Ó
ÒOr
else he makes you very sorry.Ó
ÒOh.
I see.Ó
ÒBut
I do love computers,Ó Snively added. ÒThe one good thing about working for
Robotnik was that I always had access to the most advanced technology. I even
invented some of it.Ó
He
and Uncle Chuck discussed the finer points of computation for the remainder of
the robotic hedgehogÕs shift. Then Sally took his place.
The
princess didnÕt speak to Snively at all for the entire time she was there. He
suspected that she was trying to lead her people by example, that is was her
duty to prove to herself if not to her friends that a prisoner was not someone
to converse with. She was loyal to her cause. Snively occupied his mind with
the calculations he and Uncle Chuck had talked about.
Then
Tails replaced her. The little two-tailed fox seemed very young for a Freedom
Fighter, and he had to argue with Sally to convince her to let him be a guard.
ÒThis
is a big responsibility, Tails,Ó she warned him. ÒI donÕt know if you should.Ó
ÒBut
you said I was a real Freedom Fighter now,Ó the fox protested. IÕm big enough
to do it. Besides, Sonic promised me that I could.Ó
ÒSonicÉÓ
Sally grumbled. ÒAll right, Tails, but if anything goes wrong you tell me or
Sonic. Okay?Ó
ÒGot
it, Aunt Sally,Ó Tails saluted her.
The
two-tailed fox stood stiffly at attention for about two minutes before he got
bored and slumped into the chair and started kicking at the piece of wood
wedged between the front legs. Suddenly, his formal, serious manner returned,
and he glowered at Snively.
ÒDonÕt
you try anything funny, Snotly,Ó he growled. ÒIÕm watching you.Ó
ÒI
wonÕt,Ó Snively assured him, a little frightened by his sudden ferocity.
ÒÕCause
if you try to escape, IÕll smash you into a pancake.Ó
ÒI
wonÕt,Ó Snively repeated.
Tails
collapsed into the chair again.
ÒAw,
youÕre no fun,Ó he moped. ÒWhy canÕt you try to escape? Then I could stop you
and be a hero like Sonic.Ó
Snively
didnÕt answer, but the little fox didnÕt seem to care. He started swinging his
legs, watching his red-and-white sneakers in silence.
ÒWhatÕs
it like being in a cage?Ó Tails asked in his childish curiosity. ÒIs it awful?
DonÕt you want to escape? If I was in a cage, IÕd want to get out. IÕd want to
go home. Do you want to go home?Ó
ÒI
donÕt have a home,Ó Snively told him with a sigh.
ÒWhat
about Robotropolis?Ó Tails persisted. ÒIsnÕt that your home? I went there one
time with Sonic, but that was a long time ago, so I donÕt remember it very
good. All I remember is that it was dark and polluted and scary. Robotnik made
it that way. Does he like it like that?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒWhy?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
ÒDo
you like it?Ó
ÒÉNoÉÓ
ÒI
guess you donÕt want to go back there, then. But why do you live there if you
donÕt like it?Ó
Snively
didnÕt know how to explain his situation to a ten-year-old. He had a hard time
understanding it himself. How could he put the fear and pain of over a decade
into words?
ÒBecause
I have to,Ó he said simply.
ÒDoes
RobotnikÉ?Ó TailsÕs mood shifted as he said that name. He got to his feet and
scowled at Snively.
ÒNice
try, Snyvly, but you canÕt escape that easy. IÕm on to your evil scheme. YouÕre
trying to trick me, but IÕll show you. IÕm not gonna talk to you any more, so
there!Ó
The
little fox moved his chair father away from the cell and sat down with his back
to it. He pulled a yo-yo out of a pocket and played with it for the next two
hours. Snively watched the spinning toy bob up and down, wondering if it was
difficult to use and admiring the childÕs skill with it as he performed various
tricks.
Bunnie
relieved him next. She spoke pleasantly to Snively, inquiring about his health
and commenting on the weather. She was a talkative person, and, with a literal
captive audience, she only stopped speaking to allow him to answer a question.
Snively didnÕt mind, letting her steady stream of conversation wash over him.
He thought about her as she talked. She was really quiet motherly toward him
and seemed truly sorry for him. Maybe she was still trying to make amends for
unjustly accusing him. Maybe she just liked taking care of people. She spoke
with affection for all of her Freedom Fighter friends, especially Tails, who
was small, and Antoine, who she thought was cute.
ÒOnly
donÕt tell him I said that,Ó she blushed. ÒOoh, if he ever found out IÕd just
die.Ó
Several
hours later, Sonic entered the hut.
ÒSorry
IÕm late, Bunnie,Ó he apologized.
ÒShucks,
it ainÕt a problem, Sugar-hog,Ó she smiled and let him take her place. ÒBye,
yaÕll.Ó
Sonic
dropped into the chair and glared at Snively, arms folded over his chest.
Snively could feel the anger emanating from his eyes, and he scooted backward
until the wall stopped him.
ÒI
donÕt care that Sally trusts you,Ó Sonic rumbled. ÒAnd I donÕt care that my
uncle thinks youÕre past cool. I still think youÕre slime, Snitley.Ó
Snively
cowered at the back of the cell, wondering when SonicÕs replacement would
arrive. The hedgehog found a long, metal rod and inserted it between the bars.
He jabbed at Snively, who retreated into a corner. Sonic prodded the bandage on
his shoulder, and Snively whimpered, trying to turn and protect his injury.
ÒHow
many people have you roboticized, Snidely?Ó Sonic growled, poking SnivelyÕs
bruised ribs.
ÒStop
it,Ó Snively pleaded, unable to find a position that didnÕt leave one of his
injuries open for attack.
ÒHow
many?Ó Sonic demanded, scoring a painful hit on SnivelyÕs back.
ÒI
didnÕt want to do it,Ó Snively cried, shielding his head with one arm as he
cringed in the corner. Ò I had no choice.Ó
ÒYou
have the same choice as everyone else,Ó Sonic countered. ÒYou could have
fought, like we chose to, but instead you serve Robotnik, you bow and whine.Ó
He
drove his points home with hard jabs at SnivelyÕs ribs, which he had concluded
were sensitive.
ÒPlease,
leave me alone,Ó Snively begged, tears in his eyes. ÒPlease.Ó
ÒWould
a ÔpleaseÕ have bought you
off?Ó Sonic demanded, pulling back his arm to poke Snively again. ÒIf my uncle
had said, ÔPlease,Õ would youÑ?Ó
ZAP!
Sonic accidentally touched one of the bars with his metal pole. The electricity
shot through it, repelling him backward across the room. The hedgehog lay
stunned for a long time, the rod still clenched in his hand. Snively stayed in
the corner of his cell, massaging his sore ribs, afraid that Sonic would awaken
and start tormenting him again. When the blue hedgehog did come to, he hurled
the metal pole aside and sat down forcefully in his chair. Snively breathed a
sigh of relief. At least he had lost his interest in torturing him. Sonic
rubbed at his eyes and turned his back on Snively, sniffling. Was Sonic crying?
Snively knew better than to mention it, but he couldnÕt help thinking.
For eleven years, the Freedom Fighters
had been battling with Robotnik. As far as he knew, Uncle Chuck had been a
robotic slave until four days ago. Sir Charles was the only relative Sonic had.
He must have missed him, this whole time. The idea that his only relative was
serving Robotnik against his will must have torn at him for years. He was
frustrated and angry, that Snively understood, but why did Sonic blame him? He
wasnÕt the one who roboticized his uncle; Robotnik was. Then Snively reflected
on the hatred he had borne for the Freedom Fighters for so long. It was the
same idea. Both of them saw another person as the source of their pain, when
really Robotnik was to blame.
It
was very confusing.
Antoine
took his turn as guard after Sonic.
ÒAre
you all right, Sonic?Ó Antoine asked as he came into the room.
ÒBack
off, Ant,Ó Sonic grumbled, shoving past him.
ÒHow
very rude,Ó Antoine huffed. ÒWhat has been bothering him? And what has been
happening to you, Snively? You are looking most upsetting. What is happened?Ó
ÒSonic
was very angry,Ó Snively whispered, rubbing his bruised side and flinching.
ÒWhat
was he doing?Ó Antoine demanded.
ÒYou
see that pole over there?Ó
ÒOui.Ó
ÒWell,
he was poking me with it.Ó
ÒThat
is a terriblŽ thing!Ó
Snively
couldnÕt think of anything else to say.
ÒThen
what happened?Ó Antoine asked.
ÒHe
accidentally touched one of the bars and he got stunned. He didnÕt poke me
anymore after that.Ó
ÒYou
must be understanding Sonic. He is very much loving his Uncle Chunk. He has
been so aggravated that he has not been seeing him, and you are reminding him
of why he hasnÕt been with him.Ó
ÒI
know,Ó Snively sighed.
Gradually,
their conversation focused on SnivelyÕs life in Robotropolis.
ÒI
was going to be asking you this yesterday, but you were saying that Robotnik
was kicking and hurting you after you were opening the void, and I was
wonderingÉWas he always hurting you before?Ó
ÒAll
of the time,Ó Snively confessed.
ÒWhy?Ó
ÒWhenever
things went wrong, when you Freedom Fighters ruined his plans and you escaped,
whenever I said the wrong thingÉ Everything was my fault according to him. I
remember one time, when a Freedom Fighter broke out of the roboticizor, he
knocked me across the room, and I hit my head on the wall and passed out.Ó
His
eyes grew distant as he went back through his memoriesÉ
ÒRoboticizor
at one-hundred percent power, Sir,Ó Snively whined to Robotnik. He glanced at
the frightened wolf encased in glass under the machine. A vengeful smile
crossed his face. At last, he was certain that nothing would go wrong, and
Robotnik would be pleased. If his uncle was in a good mood, he might even be allowed
to run the city on his own for a while. One of the few pleasures Snively had
was the giddy feeling of power he got when all of Robotropolis would obey his
every command.
ÒExcellent,
Snively,Ó Robotnik thundered. ÒCommence roboticization.Ó
ÒNot
so fast, Butt-nik!Ó shouted a mocking voice. A blue blur streaked around the
room, cracking the glass tube and freeing the wolf.
ÒItÕs
the hedgehog!Ó Robotnik roared. ÒGet him! Get him!Ó
The
wind from the super-fast hedgehog blew Snively back. He couldnÕt move or see
anything until Sonic zoomed away with the liberated prisoner. When the dust
cleared, it became apparent that the roboticizor was badly damaged. Crippling
panic was never far from SnivelyÕs mind, and it struck now.
ÒSnively,Ó
Robotnik growled.
ÒY-yes,
Sir?Ó Snively stammered, facing him.
ÒWhere
is that hedgehog?!?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know, Sir,Ó Snively whimpered.
He
screamed in terror as Robotnik hauled him up to his eye level.
ÒPlease,
Sir,Ó Snively trembled. ÒIt wasnÕt my fault.Ó
He
yelped as Robotnik slapped him.
ÒYouÕre
going to pay for letting him get away again!Ó Robotnik snarled.
ÒNo,
please, Sir,Ó Snively cried, clawing at the iron fist clutching him by the
shirt front. ÒI couldnÕtÑÓ
Robotnik
hit him again.
ÒIÕm
sorry, Sir!Ó Snively tried, tears forming in his eyes. ÒIÕm sorry! IÕm sorry!Ó
He
cringed as Robotnik glared at him with his burning, red eyes. The enormous man
dropped him to the floor.
ÒOw,Ó
Snively whimpered when he landed.
He
cried out in pain as Robotnik hit him a third time, sending him sprawling.
ÒIÕm
losing my patience, Snively,Ó Robotnik snarled. ÒThe hedgehog will not escape
me again.Ó
Snively
cowered beneath him, afraid to speak.
ÒUnderstand?!Ó
Robotnik barked, kicking his nephew.
Snively
flew backward and slammed against the wall. Stars filled his vision for a brief
moment before he lost consciousnessÉ
ÒTerriblŽ,Ó
Antoine breathed in horror. ÒThis has happened more of the time?Ó
ÒEvery
time something goes really wrong,Ó Snively whispered. ÒThough I only passed out
once.Ó He sighed. ÒI wishÉ I wish I could be braveÉlike you.Ó
ÒLike
moi?Ó Antoine sounded surprised.
ÒYouÕre
so brave, you Freedom Fighters, always coming to Robotropolis, fighting off the
swat-bots, insulting Robotnik. And youÕre really brave, Antoine. IÉI had you in
the torture chamber, and you held up for so longÉ I just wish I was as brave as
you.Ó
ÒYou
are calling moi brave? ButÉ all of my friends, they say I am an incroyable
coward. I am afraid of everything.Ó
Snively
and Antoine talked about the differences between fear, cowardice, and courage
for a few hours, but by then the sun had set, and they were both tired from the
late hour.
ÒBon
nuit, Snively,Ó Antoine said as his shift ended. ÒI am thinking tomorrow the
deroboticizor will be running. You will be needed to help it go, I am sure.Ó
ÒThank
you.Ó
Snively
settled down to sleep, haunted by the similarities between Robotnik and Sonic
and the memories of their attacks on him, but also comforted by the three
Freedom Fighters who seemed to like him: Uncle Chuck, Bunnie, and Antoine.
Today had been eventful. What would tomorrow bring?
Sally
brought Snively back to the deroboticizor room in the morning. She had him
check over his calculations again, and she agreed that they looked correct.
ÒI canÕt see any reason why this shouldnÕt work,Ó she said.
ÒLetÕs give it a shot.Ó
Snively
stood at the back of the room, guarded by Sonic, who held his arm tightly. It
took Snively a while to get more used to SonicÕs presence, but he had managed
to relax enough to stop shaking so hard. He tried very hard to believe that
Sonic wouldnÕt hurt him when the other Freedom Fighters were watching, but the
memory of the anger on his face the day before kept him from feeling very safe.
Sally
assisted Bunnie into the deroboticizor again. Uncle Chuck and Rotor started up
the machine, and the glass tube lowered slowly. Bunnie looked a little nervous,
but she smiled bravely as she started to glow. The lights in the room
flickered, and the tube filled with steam. A few seconds later, the lights
blinked back on, and the glass tube rose, clouds of white spilling over the
floor.
ÒBunnie?Ó
Sally called. ÒAre you all right?Ó
Bunnie
coughed and waved the steam away from her face. She emerged from the clouds and
looked down at herself. He left hand looked just like her right, and her legs
had become those of a living rabbit.
ÒIÕm
me again!Ó she cheered, springing into the air. ÒI got my ole bodÕ back!Ó
Sally
scanned her with NICOLE.
ÒWell,
NICOLE?Ó the chipmunk prompted the computer.
ÒZero
percent probability of regression,Ó
NICOLE recited. ÒConversion successful.Ó
ÒIt
worked!Ó Sally grinned.
ÒAll
right!Ó Bunnie whooped, hugging herself. ÒLetÕs get Sugar-Chuck in there and
change him back, too.Ó
The
robotic hedgehog stepped into the machine and completely transformed. Snively
was amazed at how different Uncle Chuck seemed as a real hedgehog. His blue fur
was grayer than SonicÕs, and he had a white mustache. He seemed much older,
now. Wiser, perhaps.
ÒUncle
Chuck!Ó Sonic cried, releasing Snively and zipping across the room. He and his
uncle embraced, wiping away tears. ÒAnd youÕre gonna stay like this, arenÕt
you, Unc? YouÕre not gonna change back again?Ó
ÒNo,
Sonni,Ó Uncle Chuck murmured. ÒI know IÕll stay this way. I feel different than
last time. I feel freer. Closer.Ó
ÒI
love you, Uncle Chuck.Ó
ÒI
love you, too, Sonni.Ó
ÒYaÕll
said you could feel the difference, Charlie?Ó Bunnie asked as she flexed her
new arm. ÒI donÕt feel any different than last time. Do yaÕll thinkÉ?Ó
ÒNo,
Bunnie,Ó Uncle Chuck assured her. ÒYou donÕt feel any different because the
roboticization never affected your mind or your heart, and thatÕs where the
difference is. YouÕll be fine, IÕm sure.Ó He turned to Snively, standing
timidly at the back of the room. ÒAnd itÕs all thanks to this man here.Ó
ÒAw,
thanks so much, Sugar!Ó Bunnie bounded across the room and gave Snively an
enthusiastic hug.
Snively
didnÕt care that she squeezed his sore ribs; he was too surprised by the
suddenness of it all.
ÒUmÉ
YouÕre welcome,Ó he said, dazed but pleased.
ÒIÕm
just so happy,Ó Bunnie giggled and gave him a second hug before bouncing over
to Antoine and Sally and hugging them, too.
Uncle
Chuck approached him as well and extended his hand. Snively shook it, still a
little disoriented.
ÒNone
of this would have been possible without you, Snively,Ó the elderly hedgehog
chuckled, pumping his arm up and down. ÒIÕm glad to know you. Thank you for
everything youÕve done.Ó
ÒIÉIÕm
honored, Sir Charles,Ó Snively told him, smiling.
ÒNow
we can deroboticize the others,Ó Uncle Chuck continued. ÒYouÕve done a great
thing for all of Mobius, my boy.Ó
ÒLetÕs
organize a rescue party right now,Ó Sally said. ÒWe can get to Robotropolis and
back in a few hours.Ó
ÒSure
thing, Sal,Ó Sonic nodded. ÒWeÕll make a plan right after I stick Snootly back
in his cell.Ó
He
grabbed SnivelyÕs arm again.
ÒWait,
Sugar-hog,Ó Bunnie called. ÒI donÕt think thatÕs right. SnivelyÕs been a big,
ole help to us all. He doesnÕt deserve to be locked up again.Ó
ÒCome
on, Bunnie,Ó Sonic complained. ÒRemember who weÕre talking about here. This is
Snively, RobotnikÕs lackey.Ó He yanked Snively forward, as if to give her a
better view. ÒHeÕs slime.Ó
ÒSugar-hog,
youÕre beinÕ a touch unfair. Look at me and your Uncle Chuck. Snively did this
for us.Ó
ÒPlease,Ó
Sonic rolled his eyes. ÒHe only helped us because heÕs scared of us. HeÕs
evil.Ó
ÒI
cannot be standing by and listening to this any longer,Ó Antoine piped up.
ÒMonsieur Snively is not evil.Ó
ÒSay
what?!Ó
ÒAntoineÕs
right, Sugar-hog. He might be a coward, but heÕs not a bad guy.Ó
ÒHe
roboticized people, guys. How can you not think thatÕs evil?Ó
ÒHe
was not wanting to, he is only fearing the wrath of Robotnik.Ó
ÒYeah.
How do yaÕll think he got hurt in the first place?Ó
ÒYou
two are crazy! SnivelyÕs been working for Robuttnik for the last ten years!
Whose side are you on?Ó
ÒThatÕs
enough, Sonic,Ó Uncle Chuck scolded. ÒThey have a point. It wouldnÕt be very
grateful of us to put Snively back behind bars, not after heÕs helped us so
much.Ó
ÒWell,
what should we do,
Unc?Ó
ÒIt
would only be fair to let him make a request first.Ó
ÒOh,
all right,Ó Sonic grumbled. ÒGo ahead, Slimely. Start requesting.Ó
ÒUmÉ
Could I have some time to think about it?Ó
ÒOkayÉ
TimeÕs up!Ó
ÒSonic,Ó
Sally said warningly. ÒGive him a chance. He has been a big help.Ó
ÒFine,Ó
Sonic grumbled.
ÒTh-thank
you, Your Highness,Ó Snively bowed his head.
He
took a deep breath and thought as quickly as he could. What kind of request did
he want to make? Snively considered asking for his freedom, but the thought of
wandering the world alone frightened him, especially when he considered the
possibility that Robotnik and Nagus might find him. No, he knew he was safer
with the Freedom Fighters in Knothole. That thought sparked an idea in his
mind, but he felt stupid for considering to say it. They would never grant him
that request. Would they? He knew that three of them were on his side, but
Sonic and Sally were the leaders. Still, he couldnÕt think of anything he
wanted more, and he might not get another opportunity to ask.
ÒCouldÉcould
IÉÓ he cleared his throat nervously, wishing that Sonic would let go of his
arm. ÒCould IÉstay hereÉwith you?Ó
ÒWhat
do you mean?Ó Sonic growled.
ÒCould
I become a Freedom Fighter?Ó Snively asked in a rush.
Sonic
twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him to the ground. Snively cried out
in pain as Sonic tweaked his arm.
ÒYouÕre
trying to trick us!Õ Sonic shouted. ÒYou just want in so you can spy on us!Ó
The
other Freedom Fighters rushed in and tried to pull Sonic off of him.
ÒSonic,
whatÕs wrong with you?Ó Sally yelled, helping Bunnie haul the hedgehog off of
Snively.
ÒWe
finally beat Robotnik, and he brought him back!Ó Sonic shrieked, grinding down
on SnivelyÕs arm.
ÒI
didnÕt mean to!Ó Snively wailed, squirming under SonicÕs weight. ÒI only wanted
to free Nagus!Ó
ÒWhy?Ó
Sonic demanded. ÒBecause you wanted him to help you! Because he could help you
capture the rest of us and roboticize us! Right?Ó
The
Freedom Fighters grew quiet, waiting for SnivelyÕs denial. But he didnÕt say
anything outside of a pained whimper as Sonic leaned on his arm.
ÒAdmit
it!Ó Sonic snarled.
ÒItÕs
true,Ó Snively sniffled. ÒI did
want to roboticize all of you, but only because it was your fault that I was
always in trouble, always getting punishedÉÓ
ÒGet
off of him, Sonic,Ó Sally ordered as Snively started weeping. The hedgehog
obeyed and stared down at him as if in confusion.
ÒIt
is true,Ó Antoine said at last. ÒI have been speaking with Monsieur Snively,
and he is telling me how Robotnik is cruel to him. I am believing him when he
says he does not know what else to do but be following RobotnikÕs orders.Ó
ÒI
agree with Antoine, yaÕll,Ó Bunnie added. ÒJust Ôcause SnivelyÕs been livinÕ in
Robotropolis doesnÕt mean he liked it. We think itÕs bad havinÕ to go there on
missions, but heÕs had to be there twenty-four-seven for all these years.
Besides, he doesnÕt want to roboticize us anymore. He told me how he used to hate
us, but now he doesnÕt. He knows that we never even thought about him gettinÕ
hurt Ôcause we were fightinÕ Robotnik.Ó
ÒButÉhow
can you trust him?Ó Sonic asked, sounding genuinely curious and not very angry.
ÒI
get a good vibe from him, I guess,Ó Bunnie said, and she knelt beside Snively
and helped him off of the floor. ÒThere, there, now, Sugar,Ó she soothed,
patting his shoulder.
Snively
cradled his twisted arm in his uninjured one, trying to stop crying. But he was
still so scared. He was scared of Sonic, who, as leader of the Freedom
Fighters, held his fate in his hand. He was scared of the other Freedom
Fighters, who disliked and distrusted him. He was scared of Robotnik, who might
reenter his life at any time. He was scared of pain and of dying.
ÒI
am trusting him, too,Ó Antoine declared, standing by SnivelyÕs side. ÒHe has
said things too terriblŽ to be lies. He is very truly afraid. I am knowing,
because I am also feeling the same things.Ó
ÒLook
at it this way, Sonic,Ó Uncle Chuck said, taking his place beside Snively as
well. ÒHe canÕt go back to Robotnik because heÕll kill him for helping us and
giving us information. On the other hand, if he stays with us, heÕll be
protected and continue to help us out. Like you said, heÕs scared of us. That means
he respects us.Ó
ÒYou
know, Sonic,Ó Sally ruminated. ÒSnively did volunteer to fix the deroboticizor
on his own, and he didnÕt betray us then.Ó
ÒBut,
Sal,Ó Sonic argued. ÒIf heÕll turn traitor on Robotnik, whoÕs scary times
seven, whatÕs to keep him from turning on us?Ó
ÒIÕve
decided,Ó Sally said firmly. ÒWeÕll let Snively have a trial period. Someone
will always be watching him for a few weeks, and if he does anything
traitorous, weÕllÉ do something about it. He wonÕt be allowed to leave Knothole
or have access to any of our secrets and plans.Ó
ÒSal,
when you say Ôsomething,Õ what kind of something do you mean?Ó
ÒIf
he tries to betray usÉweÕll turn him over to Robotnik.Ó
SnivelyÕs
heart pounded at the thought, and his face registered absolute horror.
ÒSounds
good to me, Sal,Ó Sonic said, observing SnivelyÕs reaction.
ÒYa
hear that, Sugar?Ó Bunnie put her arm over SnivelyÕs shoulder. ÒYouÕre a trail
Freedom Fighter.Ó
ÒYou
mean I can stay?Ó Snively smiled.
ÒOui,Ó
Antoine nodded. ÒAnd you will not be staying in that cage, right, My Princess?Ó
ÒRight,
Antoine,Ó Sally agreed, warming up to the idea. ÒIÕm sure youÕll be a major
asset to the Freedom Fighters, Snively. Welcome to Knothole.Ó
ÒIÕm
so grateful for this chance to join you, Your Highness,Ó Snively told her,
smiling in relief. ÒYou wonÕt regret this.Ó
ÒIÕll
figure out all of the rules,Ó Sally said. ÒFor now, just stay in the hut where
the cell is. You donÕt have to be locked up. Just stay there. Bunnie, you go
with him. You can be his guard for now.Ó
ÒYes,
Your Highness,Ó Snively bowed his head.
ÒIÕll
watch him, Sally-girl,Ó Bunnie said. ÒDonÕt worry about a thing.Ó
Snively
kept smiling as Bunnie escorted him across the ground. He was happy that he was
allowed to stay in this beautiful place, this place that Robotnik had never
been able to find. Snively was determined to prove his good intentions to the
Freedom Fighters, and he really believed that it was possible.
Someday,
he would be one of them. Someday, he would belong.
The
rules Sally made were easy enough for him to follow:
1.
A senior
member of the group must be with him at all times.
2.
He would be
barred from all meetings concerning plans and secrets.
3.
He would
not be permitted to leave Knothole at all, even under supervision (unless there
was an emergency evacuation).
4.
He would be
locked in the cell at night and at any time there wasnÕt someone to watch him.
5.
If he broke
any of these rules he would be turned over to Robotnik.
Snively didnÕt even want to break any of the rules. He was only interested in earning the Freedom FightersÕ trust, and why would he want to leave Knothole anyway? Robotnik was out there, and Robotnik meant death.
The first few days were a
little hectic and confusing; the Freedom Fighters had a hard time keeping someone
with him all of the time, especially since Sonic wanted to avoid him,
eliminating one more potential guard. Bunnie and Antoine were happy to watch
Snively, and Uncle Chuck would have done it as well, but he didnÕt qualify as a
senior member, having been at Knothole for only five days and in his own body
even less. Then there was the problem of keeping him ignorant to their plans
and secrets. All of the people qualified to supervise him knew valuable
information and had to be careful not to tell him anything. Snively responded
by trying not to ask too many questions, although his natural curiosity
wouldnÕt let him ignore the fascinating new world he was immersed in. He simply
had to ask about the plants, the people, the technology and architecture; everything
was new to him, having been living in Robotropolis for the last eleven years.
Bunnie, Antoine, and Uncle
Chuck liked him and trusted him. Sally was cold and wary. Tails seemed to
regard him as some kind of oddity, calling him names but otherwise not hostile
toward him. Sonic was the one that Snively worried about. The blue hedgehog
clearly didnÕt trust him and insulted him every chance he got. He seemed to be
waiting for Snively to break the rules so he could be rid of him.
Snively befriended Sally on the third
day. He had been helping her recalibrate the
waterwheel
that supplied most of KnotholeÕs electricity, and the sun had gone down while
they were working. They headed back toward the huts when Snively happened to
look up.
ÒWow,Ó
he breathed, tilting his head back. ÒThe starsÉÓ
ÒItÕs
very clear tonight,Ó Sally commented.
ÒI
havenÕt see stars like that sinceÉsince beforeÉÓ The sky blurred, and he wiped
at his eyes. ÒI used to know all of them, but IÕveÉforgotten.Ó
They
had arrived in front of the building containing the cell.
ÒCould
I please have one more minute?Ó Snively asked. ÒI just want to look a minute
longer. TheyÕre so beautiful.Ó
ÒAll
right,Ó Sally agreed. ÒOne minute.Ó
Snively
looked up and drank in the starscape, trying to remember the constellations.
ÒYou
donÕt see the stars in Robotropolis?Ó Sally asked.
ÒNever,Ó
Snively said, still gazing upward. ÒEven if there wasnÕt any smog, there are so
many lightsÉ You canÕt see a thing. You canÕt even see the sun in the daytime.
It all looks the same.Ó
Sally
shivered and looked at her watch.
ÒItÕs
been a minute,Ó she told him.
Snively
lowered his head with a sigh and entered the hut.
ÒYou
really canÕt see the sun at all?Ó Sally asked as she activated the bars on the
cell.
ÒNo,Ó
Snively answered. ÒThe sky is justÉdark. Like night.Ó
ÒIt
must be terrible to never see the sun.Ó
ÒI
never really thought about it when I was there. I hadÉother things to worry
about.Ó
His bruised ribs had healed quite a bit,
but he rubbed them unconsciously as he remembered Robotropolis.
ÒYou
werenÕt much older than I am now during the coup, were you?Ó
ÒI
was eighteen, Your Highness.Ó
ÒGoshÉ
I wonder what IÕd think if I knew IÕd never get to see the sun again in two
yearsÉÓ Sally gave him a look of sincere pity and tried to cover it by turning
off the lights.
ÒGood
night,Ó she said, her cool, wary tone returning to her voice.
ÒGood
night, Your Highness.Ó
Snively
noticed that Sally seemed more willing to talk to him after that, and he wasnÕt
entirely sure why.
Still,
the times when Snively found the courage to make requests, like asking for one
more minute with the stars, were rare. In that case, his deep longing to see
the stars, to be in touch with something wonderful from his past heÕd nearly
forgotten, overcame his fear. Most of the time his desires were small enough
for him to ignore, and he asked for very little.
Snively was helping Bunnie in the garden
the next day. He tried hard to do everything she asked him to do, but he didnÕt
have the strength, the know-how, or the stamina.
ÒDarlinÕ,Ó
Bunnie said. ÒI didnÕt notice before, but youÕre very pale, like ya donÕt get
outside enough. I couldnÕt tell Ôtil we got out here in the bright sun. YouÕre
not exactly cut out for the farm life, are ya?Ó
Snively
wiped his forehead with his sleeve and leaned against a tree.
ÒIÕm
sorry I canÕt be of more help,Ó he panted dizzily.
ÒShucks,
Sugar, youÕre doinÕ your best. ItÕs all just what youÕre used to. In a few
weeks, youÕll get the hang of it.Ó
Tails
flew over to them across the field, spinning his namesakes like helicopter
blades.
ÒBunnie!Ó
he called. ÒSonic and Sally want to see Snively. TheyÕre in the main hut now.Ó
ÒSure
thing, HonÕ!Ó Bunnie waved with her left hand, recently returned to normal.
Nearly five days had gone by, and Bunnie and Uncle Chuck showed no signs of
returning to their roboticized states. The rabbit celebrated her proper form
every chance she got.
ÒCome
on, Sugar,Ó she said to Snively, taking him by the wrist. ÒLetÕs not keep Ôem
waitinÕ.Ó
Snively
had found that he could tell how much people liked and trusted him by how they
led him around. Bunnie usually held his wrist like that. This gesture was more
friendly than SonicÕs way of grabbing him by the upper arm, usually from
behind, and shoving him in the direction he wanted him to go. Antoine hardly
ever guided him by touch, trusting him to follow his voiced instructions. Sally
didnÕt touch him either, but she always walked behind him, watching him, giving
him a chance to be obedient but not wanting to take her eyes off him.
They
entered the hut, and Sally looked up at them from her work.
ÒThanks
for bringing him, Bunnie,Ó she said. ÒWe can watch him now. You can go back to
your work.Ó
ÒAll
right, Sally-girl,Ó Bunnie said, leaving the room. ÒSee yaÕll later.Ó
ÒCome
here, Snively,Ó Sally ordered, typing at a large computer.
Snively
crossed the room cautiously beneath SonicÕs gaze. The hedgehog stood beside
Sally with a scowl on his face.
ÒY-yes,
Your Highness?Ó Snively wavered as he drew near.
ÒListen
to this.Ó Sally typed a command, and a holographic recording lit up over the
terminal. Snively shivered at the sight of NagusÕs face. The message played.
ÒGreetings,
Freedom Fighters,Ó Nagus wheezed. ÒIt is I, Ixis Nagus. I have just learned
that you are the ones responsible for killing Robotnik. For this, I thank you
to no end. You see, when Robotnik died, I was released from the void. I have
since taken up residence in the city you call Robotropolis. I would be most
appreciative if you would come and visit me so that I may thank you in person.Ó
The image changed to show a particular place in the city. ÒPlease meet me here.
I would like to speak to you about the decontamination of Mobius and the
release of the roboticized Mobians, who seem confused without Robotnik around.
I would also like to form an alliance with you. Together, we can make Mobius
the peaceful planet it once was. End transmission.Ó
The
hologram blinked away.
ÒExplain
that, Slimely,Ó Sonic snarled. ÒNagus said he wants to make peace. He said that
Robotnik is dead.Ó
ÒHeÕs
lying,Ó Snively said, nervous under SonicÕs glare. ÒIt must be a trap.Ó
ÒMaybe
youÕre the one whoÕs
lying, Snotly,Ó Sonic countered. ÒNagus was enemies with Robotnik when I talked
to him. He was on our side, and thatÕs what heÕs saying now.Ó
ÒBut
heÕs lying,Ó Snively protested. ÒRobotnik is alive. I saw him.Ó
ÒKnow
what I think?Ó Sonic growled, grabbing SnivelyÕs shirt front and slamming him
against the wall. ÒI think that youÕre just telling us a bunch of lies so that
weÕll stay away from Robotropolis and never learn the truth. You donÕt want us
to clean up the planet or deroboticize the people, you just want to escape from
Knothole.Ó
ÒNo,Ó
Snively shook his head, trying to extricate himself from SonicÕs grasp. ÒI want
to help you. I want the same things you want. I wouldnÕt lie to you.Ó
ÒWhy
should I believe a word youÕre saying?Ó Sonic demanded. ÒYouÕve hunted us for
years. YouÕve turned our friends and families into robots. And Nagus has helped
us. He fought Robotnik. He hasnÕt ever done a thing to hurt us. But, you,
youÕve done nothing but help Robuttnik make our lives miserable for the last
eleven years.Ó
ÒButÉbutÉÓ
Snively faltered. ÒNagus said Robotnik was dead, and heÕs not. HeÕs alive.Ó
ÒOh,
yeah?Ó Sonic challenged. ÒProve it.Ó
ÒIÉI
canÕt,Ó Snively trembled.
ÒI
told you, Sal,Ó Sonic called over his shoulder. ÒHeÕs got nothing. I say we go
talk to Nagus.Ó
ÒNo!Ó
Snively shrieked. ÒIf you go see Nagus, heÕll make you tell him where Knothole
is, and then heÕll find me!Ó
ÒOh,
so thatÕs what this
is all about,Ó Sonic sneered. ÒYouÕre afraid of Nagus.Ó
ÒYesÓ
Snively nodded.
ÒBecause
he knows youÕre an evil, little toad like Robotnik that wants to take over the
worldÉÓ
ÒNo!Ó
ÒÉand
you know heÕll tell us if we go talk to him.Ó
ÒNo!
ThatÕs not it at all! Nagus and Robotnik plotted to conquer Mobius together! He
doesnÕt want to make peace, he wants to lure you out into the open! HeÕll
roboticize you and make you tell him where Knothole is so he and Robotnik can
wipe it out!Ó
ÒRobotnik
is dead!Ó Sonic
slammed SnivelyÕs back against the wall again.
ÒThatÕs
enough, Sonic,Ó Sally said. ÒYou got his explanation. Let go of him.Ó
Sonic
released SnivelyÕs shirt and stomped over to SallyÕs side.
ÒI
donÕt care what he said,Ó he grumbled. ÒIÕm going to meet Nagus.Ó
ÒBe
careful, Sonic,Ó Sally warned him.
The
blue hedgehog streaked out of the room. The Princess stared after him for a
second before beckoning to Snively. He followed her to the infirmary, which was
the building where his cell was located. She pushed him into the cell and
turned on the bars. Snively looked at her, unable to tell whether she believed
him or not.
ÒWhatÕs
going on?Ó he whispered.
ÒYouÕre
staying here until Sonic gets back.Ó
ÒBut
heÕs walking into a trap. DonÕt you believe me?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know what to believe.Ó
Sally
left him alone in the cell. Snively worried the entire time he was by himself.
Sonic might get caught. He might reveal KnotholeÕs location. Nagus and Robotnik
might come and roboticize his new friends. Or maybeÉ What if Snively was wrong?
What if Nagus really did want
to make peace with the Freedom Fighters? Maybe he killed Robotnik afterÉ No,
no, no. Nagus was lying. He said that the Freedom Fighters killed Robotnik and thatÕs how he got out of the void. Lies!
Robotnik struck Snively several hours after the Freedom Fighters allegedly
killed him because he
built a retrieval gate. He was there. He knew what happened. He knew that Nagus
had wanted complete world domination since before the coup. But what could he
do now? Sonic was on his way to Robotropolis. Nagus was very powerful; not as
powerful as he was in the void, but still a real threat. Then there was still
Robotnik.
Snively
shuddered to think of what would happen if Nagus and Robotnik found Knothole.
The
door opened, and Snively jumped in surprise. Antoine entered the room.
ÒOh,
Snively,Ó he sighed. ÒI am only just learning why My Princess has ordered that
you are not to be leaving that cage.Ó
ÒCould
you tell me?Ó Snively asked. ÒIÕm so confused.Ó
ÒShe
is thinking that she is not trusting you anymore because of that message from
the sorcerer Nagus. She is not knowing what is the truth, and she is not
wanting to be careless.Ó
ÒWhatÕs
going to happen to me?Ó
ÒWhen
she is finding out that you are telling the truth, she will be letting you out
of there.Ó
ÒYou
still trust me?Ó
ÒBut
of course. I am never meeting this Nagus. Why should I be believing his word
against yours?Ó
ÒWhatÕs
going on out in Knothole?Ó
ÒEveryone
is waiting for Sonic. It is terriblŽ, and the princess says she is very busy
and we must not be disturbing her.Ó
Both
of them heard RotorÕs voice in the distance call AntoineÕs name.
ÒI
must be going, but I will not be
leaving you in the park. I will return.Ó
The
coyote left in a hurry, muttering to himself in French.
A
few hours passed without anyone entering the room. Snively sat in a doze,
half-wondering what was happening to Sonic and what Sally was so busy with. He
tried to remember his uncle before he betrayed him and made him his lackey: a
large, intelligent man, motivated and strong of will, but intimidating and,
Snively thought, closed-minded.
Snively
remembered looking up to him once,
but he couldnÕt remember what it felt like. He felt foolish, now, for
not suspecting that his uncle would betray him once he attained complete power.
He regretted agreeing to help him take over the world, but he had been so
tempted by his uncleÕs promises of power that he didnÕt let his conscience bother
him. Now he realized that he was just as guilty as his uncle. He was
responsible for organizing and directing the armies that swept Mobius. He was
the one at the controls as hundreds of Mobians were roboticized.
Snively
wished he had just said, ÒNo,Ó when his uncle asked if he wanted to help him
conquer Mobius in exchange for an equal division of the supreme power among
him, Nagus, and Robotnik, and later, just him and Robotnik. He never should
have trusted him. He was too greedy.
Maybe
the Freedom Fighters were right not to trust him. If heÕd had his way when he
was eighteen, he would be just like Robotnik, in control of everything with
every Mobian his robotic servant.
Guilt,
guilt, guilt. Snively felt awful. If he hadnÕt helped Robotnik, none of this
would have happened, and he never would have lived in a polluted city called
Robotropolis being smacked around by his evil, domineering uncle.
Sonic
was right to blame him for everything. To some degree, even Robotnik was right
to blame him for everything. It was all his fault. It hadnÕt been his idea, he
wasnÕt the evil mastermind behind the coup, but it was his fault.
The
door slammed open, and Snively stared as Sally, Bunnie, and Uncle Chuck rushed
into the room carrying Sonic.
ÒItÕs
okay,Ó Sally chanted frantically. ÒItÕs okay. ItÕs okay.Ó
ÒGet
him on the bed, Sally-girl,Ó Bunnie called, stooping to get the medical kit.
Sally
and Uncle Chuck laid the moaning, half-conscious hedgehog on the bed.
ÒSal?Ó
Sonic groaned.
ÒItÕs
okay, Sonic,Ó Sally said, clasping his hand.
Snively
could see that Sonic was injured, a growing patch of blood on his chest, just
below his shoulder. He was covered with dust and small scratches.
ÒHang
in there, Sonni,Ó Uncle Chuck urged, wiping the dirt from his nephewÕs face
with a wet cloth. ÒWeÕll help you.Ó
Bunnie
knelt over him, blocking SnivelyÕs view. Sonic cried out in pain, and Snively
felt his own stab of guilt. This was his fault, too. H wanted to cover his ears
to block out the sounds of SonicÕs suffering, but his conscience wouldnÕt let
him. He needed to be aware of all the pain his actions had caused. He deserved
it.
ÒNo,Ó
Sonic whimpered, trying to evade BunnieÕs hands.
ÒHold
him still,Ó Bunnie grunted as she worked. ÒHeÕs makinÕ it worse for movinÕ.Ó
Sally
and Uncle Chuck each took one of the hedgehogÕs arms and pinned him to the bed.
Snively couldnÕt see exactly what was going on, but Bunnie seemed to be
extracting something from SonicÕs chest. The hedgehog made short, agonized
cries every few seconds, not really screaming but so obviously in pain that it
made Snively feel weak in empathy.
ÒGot
it!Ó Bunnie said, showing Sally, Uncle Chuck, and, without realizing it,
Snively, a long, thin, sharp, metal laser dart, covered with blood. Snively
grew nauseated at the sight of it, but he still couldnÕt tear his eyes away.
ÒOh,
Sonic,Ó Sally breathed, stroking his face.
The
hedgehog cried out again as Bunnie cleaned his wound. He gripped his uncleÕs
hand tightly.
ÒYouÕre
doing great, Sonic,Ó Uncle Chuck murmured.
ÒThere
ya go, Sugar-hog,Ó Bunnie sighed. ÒAll finished.Ó
ÒSally?Ó
Sonic gasped.
ÒIÕm
here, Sonic,Ó the princess said, taking his other hand.
ÒSnivelyÉwasÉrightÉÓ
Sonic wheezed. ÒIt was...aÉtrapÉ NagusÉÓ
ÒShhÉÓ
Sally hushed, holding his hand to her face. ÒItÕs all right.Ó
ÒRÉRoÉbotnikÕsÉaliveÉÓ
Snively
couldnÕt take it anymore. He curled up in the corner of his cell and cried.
ÒAw,
Sugar, whatÕs wrong?Ó Bunnie knelt on the outside of the bars, gazing in at
him.
ÒThis
is all my fault,Ó Snively sobbed. ÒI let Robotnik and Nagus out of the void.Ó
ÒYou
couldnÕtve known all this would happen, DarlinÕ.Ó
ÒBut
itÕs more than that. I helped Robotnik take over Mobitropolis all those years
ago. I was stupid, and people are getting hurt now because of me. I wanted
power, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get itÉ I should be the one
on the bed over there right now, not Sonic. It should be meÉÓ
He
tried to keep talking, but his sobs stole his breath, and he couldnÕt form
words anymore. He shrank fearfully away from the arm that curved over his
shoulders. Bunnie had turned off the bars and put her arm around him. She
pulled him closer when he cowered at her touch.
ÒAw,
Sugar, donÕt beat yourself up like that. You didnÕt do anythinÕ to hurt Sonic.Ó
ÒBut
IÉÓ Snively hiccupped. ÒI helped Robotnik take over the world. I wanted to. I
didnÕt want to after I found out that he was lying when he said IÕd have power,
but not because it was wrong. IÉIÕm a bad personÉÓ He tried to cringe away, not
feeling like he deserved BunnieÕs compassion, but she still held him.
ÒYouÕre
not bad, Sugar,Ó she assured him. ÒYouÕre not.Ó
ÒBut
I let Nagus and Robotnik out of the void. ItÕs my fault theyÕre here. I wanted
revenge, and I was stupid and let them out.Ó He shuddered. ÒYou should just
turn me over to Robotnik. HeÕll torture and kill me, but I deserve it.Ó
ÒNo,
youÕre wrong,Ó Bunnie said, sounding a little tearful herself. ÒYou donÕt
deserve that. No one does. Listen to me, Sugar. You canÕt be bad if you feel
this guilty.Ó
ÒI
donÕt want any more people to suffer because of me. Robotnik made me roboticize
so many people.Ó
ÒDonÕt
ya see? Robotnik made
ya. He wouldÕa hurt yaÕll if ya didnÕt do what he said.Ó
ÒBut
I still shouldnÕt have done it. I was so selfishÉÓ
ÒYou
were afraid. People do lots of things they oughtÕnÕa do when theyÕre scared.Ó
ÒBut
I hurt so many peopleÉÓ
ÒOh,
Sugar, youÕre so convinced that youÕre badÉ Robotnik hurt you for the last,
what is it, ten, eleven years? HavenÕt you been punished enough? You donÕt need
to take a laser dart for Sonic.Ó
ÒRobotnik
is so much bigger than meÉÓ
ÒI
think youÕve suffered plenty for the things you did eleven years ago. DonÕt
you?Ó
Snively
started crying anew.
ÒBunnie,Ó
Sally called. ÒCome here. HeÕs got these terrible burns on his back.Ó
ÒListen,
Sugar,Ó Bunnie murmured to Snively. ÒIÕve gotta go take care of Sonic now,
okay? You stop beatinÕ yourself up. YouÕre a good person with a good heart.
Evil people donÕt cry for others.Ó
Snively
covered his head with his pillow, trying to drown out SonicÕs tortured cries as
Bunnie tended to his burns. After a few minutes, Sonic was bandaged up and
sleeping.
ÒIÕm
going to stay with him,Ó Sally whispered to Bunnie and Uncle Chuck. ÒIn case he
needs anything.Ó
ÒTry
to get some sleep, Sally,Ó Uncle Chuck advised.
ÒGive
me a holler if yaÕll need anythinÕ,Ó Bunnie said in parting.
Sally
turned off the lights and got into the empty bed beside SonicÕs. The hedgehog
moaned and talked in his sleep. He was angry in his dream, whatever it was, and
frightened. Snively could only understand the words ÒNagus,Ó ÒLiar,Ó and, ÒNo.Ó
Sally got up and stroked his forehead to placate him.
ÒYouÕre
safe now, Sonic,Ó she whispered. ÒItÕs okay.Ó
ÒSalÉÓ
Sonic mumbled in his sleep, calming down.
Snively
wrapped up in his blanket and softly cried himself to sleep, tortured by
thoughts of the terrible deeds he had done and the retribution he would receive
if he ever fell back into RobotnikÕs and NagusÕs hands. He didnÕt know that he,
too, spoke in his sleep that night.
But
Sally did.
ÒMan,
I was a total lameo,Ó Sonic grumbled weakly. ÒI walked right into that trap.Ó
ÒItÕs
okay, Sonic,Ó Sally told him. ÒYou were just following your instincts. I almost
went with you.Ó
ÒItÕs
a good thing you didnÕt, Sal. It was pretty rough.Ó
Snively
opened his eyes. Sonic was sitting up in bed, and Sally was sitting in a chair
close to him. Snively groaned as he stared at the ceiling of his cell, feeling
less miserable than he did last night but still depressed, still aching inside.
ÒIs
he awake, Sal?Ó Sonic asked.
Sally
peered into the cell.
ÒYes.Ó
She crossed the room and turned off the bars.
Snively
tucked into a corner and averted his gaze, too ashamed to look at her.
ÒCome
here, Snively,Ó Sally ordered. ÒSonic wants to talk to you.Ó
Snively
got to his feel and shuffled over to SonicÕs bed. Sally stood just behind him
and put her hand on his shoulder, as if to keep him from backing out. Snively
looked into SonicÕs eyes for a moment before falling to his hands and knees
beside the bed.
ÒIÕm
sorry, Sonic,Ó he whimpered. ÒIÕm sorry I let Robotnik and Nagus out of the
void. You were right. Everything is
my fault, and I did
have a choice. IÕm just a coward. IÕm sorry.Ó
ÒWill
you stop apologizing?Ó Sonic asked, irritated. ÒI need to apologize to you.Ó
Sally
pulled Snively upright.
ÒApologizeÉ
to me?Ó Snively asked.
ÒYeah.
IÕm sorry I didnÕt believe you when you said that Nagus was laying a trap for
me. You were telling the truth about everything, and itÕs my own fault that I
got hurt. Okay?Ó
ÒO-okay.Ó
ÒSo,
Sal,Ó Sonic turned to the chipmunk, abruptly ending his conversation with
Snively. ÒYou gonna tell Snively about your new project?Ó
ÒSnively,Ó
Sally said. ÒIÕve been working on a map of Robotropolis, and itÕs nearly
complete. What I want to do is check it for accuracy. The easiest way to do
that is to use a machine I invented called the memory probe to compare my map
with your knowledge of the city.Ó
ÒWhat
is the memory probe?Ó
Snively gulped.
ÒIÕll
show you.Ó
Sally
wheeled a cart into view. On top was a large, clear bowl on an adjustable arm
connected to a small, square computer base.
ÒThis
dish goes through your memories and projects them like a hologram. It has these
speakers, too, to transmit any sounds.Ó
ÒDoes
itÉhurt?Ó
ÒNo.
IÕve tried it myself. It feels like
having a very vivid dream. Please. This will be a huge help to the
Freedom Fighters, since youÕre the only one whoÕs had access to all of the
sensitive areas of Robotropolis.Ó
ÒSo,
I just kind of sit there? I donÕt have to do anything?Ó
ÒWell,
youÕll be lying down, but, no, you donÕt have to do anything for it to work.Ó
ÒAll
right. IÕll try it.Ó
ÒGood.
We can do it here. I have all of my equipment ready.Ó
Snively
lay on the bed, and Sally swiveled the clear bowl over his head. Colored lights
blinked on along its surface, and the machine started humming.
ÒYouÕreÉsure this doesnÕt hurt?Ó
ÒI
promise. Now, IÕm going to activate this, and youÕll feel like youÕre falling
asleep. DonÕt fight it. YouÕll wake up the moment I shut off the probe. Okay?Ó
ÒOkayÉÓ
The
humming grew fainter as Snively was overcome with drowsiness. He closed his
eyes, and the memory probe when silently and painlessly through his mind.
Snively started to rememberÉ
Snively stood in the main control room,
working on a keyboard and casting anxious glances up at the monitor on the
wall.
ÒIÕm
getting impatient, Snively,Ó Robotnik growled from his seat in the center of
the chamber, drumming his metal fingers of his left hand on its broad armrest.
ÒDonÕt
worry, Sir,Ó Snively said, wiping nervous sweat from his face. ÒI-IÕm certain
this last trap will stop the hedgehog.Ó
ÒI
hope youÕre right,Ó Robotnik rumbled. ÒFor your sake.Ó
SnivelyÕs
hands jerked in a sudden burst of fear. He deleted a typo and gulped.
Statements like that from his uncle were a bad sign.
The
blue hedgehog was competing in a race Robotnik had decided to hold as a device
to lure him to Robotropolis. Robotnik made Snively design all of the machines
that would help them cheat and capture him, but so far, all of them had failed.
Since they were SnivelyÕs inventions, and he was at the controls, it would be
his fault if Sonic got away.
Wiping
his face again, Snively activated the final trap. For a brief moment, he
smiled. The hedgehog sailed into the air, bound to die when he hit the ground.
Robotnik chuckled wickedly, and Snively almost relaxed. Then the hedgehog
caught a protruding pole, spun the momentum out of his fall, and hit the ground
in a perfect, ten-point landing, completely unharmed. He then zoomed off of the
race track and out of the range of the surveillance orbs.
Robotnik
howled in fury, and Snively whipped around to face him, not wanting to be
attacked unawares.
ÒWhere
did he go?!Ó Robotnik roared.
ÒI
donÕt know, Sir,Ó Snively shook.
ÒFind
him!Ó
ÒYes,
Sir!Ó Snively squeaked and rushed to the communicator. He cycled through all of
the swat-bots patrolling the city and asked them the same question.
ÒAny
sign of the hedgehog?Ó
ÒNegative,
Sir,Ó each of them replied.
Every
response sounded the same, a cold, unfeeling voice telling him that he was in
big trouble. They didnÕt care. How could they?
ÒUnit
four, hedgehog report.Ó
ÒNegative,
Sir.Ó
Snively
heard RobotnikÕs boots approaching on the hard, steel floor, but he couldnÕt
stop working to protect himself.
ÒSnively,Ó
Robotnik growled. ÒWhere is the hedgehog?Ó
ÒHeÉHeÕsÉÓ
Snively gulped. ÒHeÕsÉdisappeared.Ó
The
metal hand grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him up to RobotnikÕs face.
Snively could only stare in dread.
Suddenly,
the electricity went out, sending all of Robotropolis into darkness. Snively
still felt RobotnikÕs hard, cold fingers gripping his shirt, and he uttered a
strangled cry of terror as his uncleÕs red eyes lit up, the only thing he could
see in the gloom. Pain streaked through his face as RobotnikÕs normal hand
smacked him, first one side, then the other. Snively tasted blood.
ÒPlease,
Sir!Ó he shrieked. ÒIÕll get the power back online! Please!Ó
He
fell to the floor as Robotnik released him and grunted as the side of his boot
rammed against his back.
ÒYou
have one hour to improve my mood,Ó Robotnik boomed.
ÒY-yes,
Sir,Ó Snively whimpered, struggling to his feet.
He
used a self-powered radio to order the worker-bots to repair the generator that
the Freedom Fighters had damaged, and in a few minutes, the computers turned
back on, but not the lights.
ÒWeÕre
at ten percent power, Sir,Ó Snively reported to Robotnik.
ÒWhy
arenÕt we at full power?Ó
ÒTh-there
are still someÉproblems, Sir.Ó
ÒThen
fix them, Snively. You have forty-five minutes.Ó
Snively
dabbed at the trickles of blood on the left side of his mouth and over his
right eyebrow and glanced nervously over his shoulder at his uncle. He worked
as fast as he could but was able to bring the energy level up to only forty
percent by the time his hour was up.
He
cringed as Robotnik stomped up to him, fury burning in his glowing eyes.
ÒPlease,
Sir. I need more time,Ó Snively begged.
Robotnik
knocked him to the floor with a blow to the back. Snively cried out as Robotnik
struck him two more times. He was unable to think straight through his fear and
pain.
ÒOne
more hour,Ó Robotnik snarled as he retreated back to his throne.
ÒThank
you, Sir,Ó Snively whimpered, hurrying back to the computer in spite of the
pain burning through his shoulders and back. He worked even faster, rerouting
connections and directing the worker-bots, and he managed to reach ninety
percent just as his time ran out. Snively was concentrating so hard that it
came as a near-heart-stopping surprise when Robotnik hauled him into the air
again.
ÒNo!Ó
he shrieked. ÒIÕm so close! Just a few more minutes and weÕll be back at full
power, I swear!Ó
Robotnik
silenced him with a slap.
ÒI
know, you little worm,Ó he grated, shaking him. ÒThe power will be at a hundred
percent capacity in no more than ten minutesÉor else.Ó
ÒOf
course not, Sir,Ó Snively agreed frantically. ÒTen minutes. ThatÕs all. I
swear.Ó
Robotnik
tossed him aside. Snively screamed as he hit the floor, landing sideways on his
ankle and spraining it. He clutched at his flaming joint and moaned in agony.
ÒGet
up!Ó Robotnik ordered, kicking Snively in the side. ÒIf you arenÕt up and
working in five secondsÉÓ
Snively
scrambled to the computer and pulled himself onto his feet, gasping in pain as
he put his weight on his sprained ankle, having no other choice but to stand on
it and work or fall down and get beaten up by his uncle. Somehow, in spite of
his pain, Snively got the generator back to full power within the time limit.
ÒGenerator
at maximum output, Sir,Ó he said, leaning on the computer in weakness.
ÒFine,Ó
Robotnik growled. ÒGet out of my sight, you miserable little mutant.Ó
ÒYes,
Sir.Ó
Snively
limped from the control room and managed not to burst into tears until the
doors slid closed behind himÉ
Snively
jerked awake with a gasp, as if from a nightmare. Sonic and Sally gazed at him
without speaking.
ÒIÉÓ
Sally murmured at last. ÒI feel like I shouldnÕt be surprised that Robotnik is
so cruel, but somehowÉseeing
it like thatÉÓ
Snively
sat up and shook his head to clear it of bad memories.
ÒDid
it work?Ó he asked timidly.
ÒYes,
Snively. It worked. We compared our map to the one you were using. We were able
to correct it. You were very helpful. Thank you.Ó
ÒYouÕre
welcome, Your Highness.Ó
Sonic
continued to stare at him, really looking at him, and stayed silent.
ÒSnively,Ó
Sally ventured. ÒYou were talking in your sleep last night.Ó
ÒI
was?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒWhat
did I say?Ó
ÒI
wasnÕt sure until now. You kept sayingÉ You said, ÔNo, Sir. Please. IÕm sorry.Õ
You said things like that, over and overÉ ThatÉwasnÕt the only time something
like that happened, was it?Ó
Snively
knew she was referring to the memory he had just relived.
ÒNoÉÓ
he whispered, looking away. ÒIt wasnÕt, but it was one of the worst.Ó
ÒWeÕll
get him,Ó Sonic growled at last. ÒWeÕll get that evil Buttnik. WeÕll make him
pay.Ó
ÒCalm
down, Sonic,Ó Sally said. ÒYouÕre going to hurt yourself.Ó
ÒDonÕt
worry, Snively,Ó Sonic scowled in determination. ÒWe wonÕt let Robotnik get
away with the awful stuff heÕs done.Ó
Two
days later, Snively was made an official Freedom Fighter, free from the
confines of his cell, trusted, and appreciated.
Snively
worked with the Freedom Fighters in Knothole, growing happier and healthier
than he could ever have been in Robotropolis. Even his hair started growing
back. After a few weeks, he was like a completely different person.
ÒI
just have to say, Sugar,Ó Bunnie told him. ÒYaÕllÕve finally lost that scared,
sad little look that just broke my heart every time I saw it. YaÕllÕre a
regÕler Freedom Fighter now, smilinÕ and all. IÕm just so happy for ya, Sugar.Ó
He
was happy, and as
committed to his cause as every other Freedom Fighter. Nothing would ever make
him betray his Freedom Fighter friends. Nothing.
ÒHereÕs the plan,Ó Sally said, using a pointer to indicate
different portions of the holographic map of Robotropolis in the center of the
room. ÒWeÕll intercept the convoy of worker bots and bring as many as we can
back to Knothole.Ó
She switched off the map and collapsed
the pointer.
ÒSonic
will lure away the swat-bots, and Antoine, Bunnie, and I will handle the
worker-bots. What I need from you, Snively, is some kind of device that will
shut down or stun or unhypnotize the worker-bots for a short time so we can
bring them back here. Can you do it?Ó
Snively
ran his hand over the quarter-inch-smooth, brown hair regrowing on his head, a
new habit.
ÒI
donÕt know about shutting them down,Ó he said. ÒBut I could make something that
could override their programming and make them obey radioed commands.Ó
ÒThat
would be great. When can you have it ready?Ó
ÒProbably
by this time tomorrow, but it will take longer to teach someone how to use it.
ItÕs rather complicated.Ó
ÒI
donÕt know if weÕll have the time,Ó Sally worried. ÒThe convoy moves out
tomorrow night. We didnÕt hear about it until this morning. Do you think you
could come with us to work it?Ó
ÒÉMe?Ó
Snively gulped. ÒGo to Robotropolis?Ó
ÒYou
donÕt have to if you donÕt want to,Ó Sally added quickly, seeing the old look
of terror flit across his face. ÒWe can find another way. Maybe if we hit them
with a stun rayÉÓ
ÒNo.
That would destroy their circuits. That would kill them.Ó Snively sighed,
staring down at the blank map base. ÒThere is no other way. IÕll do it. IÕll
go.Ó
ÒBut,
SnivelyÑÓ
ÒI
roboticized most of them in the first place. ItÕs my fault theyÕre robots. I
have to help them escape if I can. I owe them that muchÉÓ
ÒYouÕre
very brave, Snively.Ó
He
glanced up at her without moving his head and gave her a timid half-smile.
ÒThank
you, Your Highness. IÕll do my best.Ó
The
five Freedom Fighters crouched behind a fallen pillar, waiting for the convoy
to arrive. Snively felt the weight of the book-sized controller in his
backpack. The device worked perfectly in the lab that afternoon. He could only
hope it would work as well tonight. The familiar sounds and scents of the
polluted robot city sent shivers through his stomach, and he gripped his
shoulder straps to occupy his nervous hands. Snively noticed Antoine shaking as
well. He wasnÕt faring much better, gasping and turning to face each new sound.
At least the familiarity allowed Snively one benefit: he knew which sounds to
ignore and which to fear.
ÒAre
the rest of you not hearing that sinister sound?Ó Antoine whimpered.
ÒShut
up, Ant,Ó Sonic spat.
ÒDonÕt
worry, Antoine,Ó Snively whispered. ÒThatÕs just the auxiliary generator
starting up. ItÕs nothing bad.Ó
ÒOui,Ó
Antoine sighed, pacing a hand on his heart. ÒOui. Merci.Ó
A
new sound echoed down the empty street. Antoine shrieked and cowered against
Sonic.
ÒGet
off me,Ó Sonic snarled.
ÒThatÕs
the convoy,Ó Sally said. ÒEverybody ready?Ó
ÒAll
set, Sal,Ó the hedgehog gave her a thumbs-up.
ÒReady,
Sally-girl,Ó Bunnie nodded.
ÒOui,
My Princess,Ó Antoine trembled.
ÒSnively?Ó
Sally said when she didnÕt receive a fourth response.
ÒR-ready,
Your Highness,Ó Snively stammered, taking his controller from his pack and
nervously fingering the keys and dials.
ÒOkay.
Go, Sonic!Ó
The
blue hedgehog zoomed out of hiding and confronted the convoy. The swat-bots
guarding the three vehicles carrying fifty worker-bots turned on their sirens.
ÒHedgehog-alert,Ó
they droned. ÒPriority-one.Ó
Sonic
sped away, and all of the swat-bots but one gave futile chase. Sally and Bunnie
took out the remaining guard.
ÒOkay!Ó
Sally called. ÒHit it, Snively!Ó
Snively
activated the device and sent a signal to the worker-bots, who had started
chanting,
ÒDetain-Freedom-Fighters.
By-order-of-Nagus.Ó
The
device shot an invisible beam, and the roboticized Mobians went quiet.
ÒAll
right,Ó Snively waved to Sally. ÒI gave them the order to stay where they are.
TheyÕll stay that way for about an hour.Ó
ÒGreat,Ó
Sally smiled as she, Bunnie, and Antoine took the pilotsÕ seats in each of the
vehicles. ÒWeÕll see you and Sonic
back at Knothole.Ó
They
flew away with their precious cargo, leaving Snively to wait for Sonic.
The
distant wail of hover unit alarms sent a tremor of fear through him, and he
hurried back to the relative safety behind the fallen pillar. Sonic came
roaring down the street, pursued by several hovercrafts. Suddenly, the hedgehog
seemed to stumble and crashed to the ground, sliding to an unnatural stop.
Snively saw the snare tangled around SonicÕs legs. He saw that Sonic was
stunned from the fall and unable to free himself before the hovercrafts caught
up to him. Without letting himself think farther, Snively ran from his hiding
place and pulled Sonic out of the snare.
ÒWhat
happened?Ó the hedgehog mumbled as he stood up. Snively was about to explain
when he saw the hovercraft coming up behind Sonic, its cannon aimed and ready.
ÒLook
out!Ó Snively cried, pushing Sonic out of the way as the cannon fired. The shot
took Snively in the chest, a huge glob of mega-muck, a sticky substance that
even the super-fast hedgehog would have been helpless in. Snively lay flat on
his back, held to the ground by the tough goo.
ÒSnively!Ó
Sonic gasped, looked down at him, afraid to try to help him lest he become
stuck as well. ÒOh, man. Not good.Ó
Another
shot whizzed by the hedgehogÕs head. Snively stared up at him in terror.
ÒIÕll
get pasted if I stuck around here,Ó Sonic moaned. ÒIÕll be back, Sniv.Ó
He
zipped away, and the hovercrafts followed him. Snively struggled in vain, his
terror growing into sheer panic. He froze in utter horror as a special hover
unit descended from the sky and landed beside him with an ominous billow of
smoke. The doors slid open, and a scream caught silently in SnivelyÕs throat.
ÒWell,
well, well,Ó boomed Robotnik as he stepped out of the dirty cloud. ÒI set a
hedgehog trap and catch a little traitor instead.Ó He pressed a button on his
glove, and a stream of water sprayed from the hovercraft, disintegrating the
mega-muck.
Snively
scrambled upright and tried to run, but Robotnik grabbed him by the wrist and
yanked him up on tiptoe, jarring his arm and sending waves of pain through his
shoulder. Robotnik dragged him into the hovercraft and locked him in a holding
cell at the back of the cabin. Snively curled into the corner and shivered,
trying to make himself smaller, frightened even beyond tears.
The
view screen above the windshield snapped on, and Robotnik jumped in the driverÕs
seat as Nagus appeared.
ÒWell,
Robotnik?Ó the sorcerer wheezed. ÒDid you capture the hedgehog?Ó
ÒUh,
no, Sir,Ó Robotnik gulped. ÒBut IÑÓ
ÒYou
disappoint me, Robotnik,Ó Nagus hissed, his hand starting to glow.
ÒBut,
Sir,Ó Robotnik said nervously. ÒI did catch one of the Freedom Fighters.Ó
ÒWhich
one?Ó
Robotnik
turned the camera so that it could see the interior of the cell. Snively panted
in terror and pressed himself against the back wall, shaking harder than ever.
NagusÕs
laughter sounded like a knife on steel, thin and grating.
ÒYou
are fortunate, Robotnik,Ó Nagus hissed at last. ÒThis will work to our
advantage.Ó
ÒWhat
should I do, Sir?Ó Robotnik asked, pulling the camera back on him. ÒWill we
continue with the plan?Ó
ÒYes.
Take him to the dungeon and do with him what you wish, but donÕt kill him or
maim him. We need him alive.Ó
ÒYes,
Sir.Ó
ÒAnd,
Robotnik, donÕt drive him out of his mind. If you drive him insane or cripple
or kill him, IÕll do the same to you. Understand?Ó
ÒP-Perfectly,
Sir.Ó
ÒWe
wonÕt get another chance like this one, Robotnik. DonÕt fail me.Ó
ÒI
wonÕt, Sir. Thank you, Sir.Ó
Snively
didnÕt know what Robotnik was going to do to him, but he did know it was going
to be bad. It would be horrible, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Robotnik pulled the hovercraft into the
detention unit and grabbed Snively. He dragged him down the dark, freezing
corridor and shoved him into a cell. Icy-cold, iron bars were set firmly into
the floor and ceiling; Snively had no hope of escape. A wicked gleam lit in
RobotnikÕs eyes as he gripped SnivelyÕs arm in his robotic fist. He chuckled as
he ruffled SnivelyÕs new hair painfully and his nephew flinched and squirmed in
discomfort.
ÒIÕve
been looking forward to this,Ó Robotnik grinned, tugging a wide strap from a
pouch hanging from his shoulder.
Snively
squeezed his eyes shut and tensed himself for the blows, but even then he
wasnÕt prepared for the flames of agony igniting across his back. He screamed
and writhed helplessly in RobotnikÕs grasp; his legs wouldnÕt support him
anymore, and he hung from his uncleÕs hand, shrieking in torment as Robotnik
whipped him. The huge man grew weary from the exertion, and he let Snively slip
from his fingers as he panted and wiped the sweat from his face.
Snively
lay on his stomach on the floor, tears streaming, his back and shoulders
throbbing and bleeding. Dizzy with pain, he struggled to turn his head to get a
better look at his uncle. Again, he could only close his eyes and brace himself
as Robotnik regained his breath and began beating him again.
SnivelyÕs
screams grew weaker as he lost more blood. All he knew was his torment, the
unending, burning agony, like blades against his back. Death would have been
welcome.
Robotnik
halted again, breathing even harder from his renewed efforts. Snively was
barely conscious, moaning as his blood soaked through his torn shirt. He
couldnÕt take more pain. Surely he would die if he had to endure any more
suffering.
Robotnik
caught his breath and pulled back his arm to start hitting him again. Snively
couldnÕt move as he waited for the fire to rekindle across his shoulders.
ÒEnough!Ó
hissed NagusÕs voice as the sorcerer appeared at the cell door. He shot a beam
of magic that took Robotnik in the hand. Robotnik yelped as if burned and
dropped the strap to the floor, backing away from his victim.
Wordlessly,
Nagus entered the cell and pulled SnivelyÕs right hand closer to him with his
palm facing up. What now? With a sudden, violent slash, Nagus tore three rows
into SnivelyÕs hand. Snively could only manage an exhausted whimper as he
tugged weakly, trying to free his hand. Nagus dropped SnivelyÕs arm and grabbed
his other one. He clawed SnivelyÕs left hand as well. There was a second,
intense flash of pain, and Nagus finally released him
Snively
lay wheezing for breath, growing weaker as more blood pumped from his injured
hands. Darkness overcame his senses, though his body still burned, and he lost
consciousness.
Cold
water cascaded over SnivelyÕs head and shoulders, and he jerked awake, moaning
as the liquid oozed into the injuries on his back, setting them aflame once
again. He saw Robotnik standing over him with an empty bucket. The enormous man
tossed this aside and grabbed Snively by the back of his ragged shirt. Snively
screamed as the bloody fabric, which had dried and stuck to his wounds, was
ripped away, tearing at his cuts and starting them bleeding again.
Robotnik
slapped a strip of tape across SnivelyÕs mouth, preventing him from speaking or
making much noise, and carried him out of the building. Snively was vaguely
aware of being in some kind of vehicle where his hands were manacled to short
chains attached to the floor. He flinched and tried to pull his head away as
Robotnik rubbed his short hair the wrong way again. Then he was alone, dizzy
and miserable, his back and hands pounding with pain.
What
would happen to him now?
The
vehicle lurched and ground to a stop. Noises, chaos in the cockpit. Voices.
ÒIs
he here, Bunnie?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know, Sugar-hog. I saw Robotnik escape. Maybe this was a decoy.Ó
ÒCheck
in the back.Ó
Snively
sat on the floor, too weak to do much besides open his eyes as pale light
seeped into the hold.
ÒHeÕs
here, Sugar-hog!Ó Bunnie called over her shoulder, rushing to SnivelyÕs side.
She pulled the tape from his mouth and inspected his manacled hands, which were
crusted with dried blood.
ÒOh,
Sugar, whatÕd they do to ya?Ó Bunnie whispered, placing a hand on his
tear-stained cheek.
ÒHelp
me,Ó Snively whimpered. ÒPlease.Ó
ÒIÕm
tryinÕ, Sugar.Ó
Bunnie
checked the strength of the chains holding him and snorted in frustration.
ÒHeÕs
stuck tight, Sugar-hog!Ó Bunnie shouted toward the front of the vehicle. ÒWe
need RotorÕs metal saw.Ó
ÒI
can steer this thing back to Knothole,Ó Sonic returned, Òbut they might be able
to track us.Ó
ÒWell,
yaÕllÕd better do somethinÕ fast, Ôcause heÕs in bad shape.Ó
The
vehicle started up again, and Bunnie opened the medical pouch on her belt.
ÒIÕm
gonna help ya now, Sugar,Ó she murmured.
She
filled a shallow bowl with water from a canteen and washed away the blood. The
clear fluid filled his cuts and stung like acid, and Snively reflexively tried
to pull his hands away. The chains held him fast, and he cried softly in his
vulnerability and pain.
ÒIÕm
sorry, Sugar,Ó Bunnie sounded truly grieved. ÒThisÕll help some.Ó
She
patted his palms dry and closed his wounds with medicine. The pain lessened,
and Bunnie bound his hands with bandages. He cried out when she pulled them
tight, but the pressure helped the bleeding to stop, and they wound up hurting
less.
ÒBunnie?Ó
Snively groaned.
ÒHush,
Sugar,Ó the rabbit said, stroking his hair the right way, trying to calm him.
ÒWeÕll be home soon, and IÕll be able to take a look at your back. YouÕre flush
against the wall, DarlinÕ, or IÕd try to do more now.Ó
Snively
let his head droop, the effort of holding it up becoming too much for him.
ÒRest
now, Sugar,Ó Bunnie soothed. ÒWeÕre almost home.Ó
Her
level tone and soft words lulled him away from his pain; the next thing he was
aware of was Rotor and Sally entering the chamber with a large machine on
wheels. They cut through the manacles with a small, spinning blade and moved
him to a stretcher. They exclaimed over his wounds as they carried him until
Bunnie interrupted.
ÒYaÕllÕre
gonna worry him, goinÕ on like that. HeÕll be all right. IÕll patch him up.Ó
They transferred Snively to a bed. Sonic
and Sally helped lift him a few inches off of the mattress so that Bunnie could
gently ease SnivelyÕs shirt off. Snively moaned and tried to move, but his
friends held him tightly, and finally Bunnie had removed the tattered,
blood-stained garment. They lay him face down again, and Bunnie proceeded to
clean his wounds. Though she did the job very gently, the wet cloth scratched
and burned; her very touch brought tears of pain to SnivelyÕs eyes.
But
he was safe, surrounded by friends, and the pain throbbing through the welts,
bruises, and gashes criss-crossing his back was that of healing. Though his
skin screamed with pain as Bunnie spread medicine over his injuries, the salve
quickly doused the fires springing up beneath her fingers, and he drifted off
to sleep again, soothed by the reassurance of her friendly touch: not everyone
wanted to hurt him.
Snively
regained consciousness many hours later. He lay on his back, the pressure of
his own weight reducing the strain on his carefully bandaged wounds, giving him
a quiet sensation of comfort and relief.
ÒHey,
Sugar,Ó Bunnie sat at his bedside, smiling as he opened his eyes. ÒBeen
wonderinÕ when yaÕll were gonna wake up. How do yaÕll feel this morninÕ?Ó
ÒTired,Ó
Snively sighed.
ÒYa
lost a lot of blood, Sugar. IÕm not surprised. Ya wanna try sittinÕ up?Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
She
helped him slowly rise, supporting his shoulders and propping him up with
pillows. The effort exhausted him, and small stabs of pain crackled through his
back as he moved.
ÒThere
ya go, Sugar,Ó Bunnie said. ÒYa sure gave us a scare. Sonic said he came back
to where he left ya as fast as he could, but there wasnÕt anythinÕ left of ya
but a little puddle. So he scouts around Robotropolis and finds a report sayinÕ
theyÕre gonna roboticize yaÕll the next day, that was yesterday, DarlinÕ. He
comes back here for help, and IÕm the only one he can find. So, I went with him
back to the city, and we stopped a hovercraft and found you. Oh, Sugar, whyÕd
they do this to ya? What did they want?Ó
Snively shuddered as images flashed
across his mindÕs eye: iron bars, a metal fist, a wide strap growing taut as it
swung toward him, pools of his own blood on the floor. The sounds revisited him
as wellÑthe snap of leather cracking across his shoulders, RobotnikÕs snarls,
his own screams. The memory of the pain was too awful, and he covered his face
with his bandaged hands.
ÒI
donÕt know,Ó Snively moaned. ÒThey didnÕt ask me any questions. TheyÉ They
justÉÓ
Bunnie
shushed him, murmuring words of comfort.
ÒYouÕre
gonna need a lot Ôa healinÕ, Sugar,Ó she said. ÒThe only thing thatÕll do that
is time.Ó
A
week passed, and Snively grew stronger. Bunnie removed the bandages on his
hands and back; only scars and sensitive, half-healed shallows remained. He was
up and walking, although he was still too weak to do much work. The
deroboticized Mobians had all thanked him, but most of them remembered him as
RobotnikÕs lackey and the one who had roboticized them, and none of them became
very friendly with him. In spite of this, Snively was recovering.
Then
his palm started blinking. A tiny, red light flashed on and off through the
scar on his left hand. Snively gasped in horror as he recognized one of
RobotnikÕs homing beacons, which he himself had invented. He ran to find Bunnie
and Sally.
ÒWhatÕs
the matter, Sugar?Ó Bunnie cried as he burst into the room.
ÒNagus
planted a tracking device on me!Ó Snively panted. ÒItÕll lead him to Knothole!
We have to destroy it before he gets a fix on the signal!Ó
ÒOh,
my starsÉ Hold him down, Sally-girl. IÕve gotta get that thing outta him before
itÕs too late.Ó
Sally
pushed Snively to the floor and leaned on his arm, pressing his hand flat on
the floor to expose the beacon blinking in his palm. Bunnie knelt and drew a
knife from her medical kit.
ÒItÕs
not too deep, but itÕll be bad. IÕm sorry, Sugar. Try not to move.Ó
Snively
cried out as he felt the blade dig into his hand. He could feel blood trickling
down between his fingers. Then, as soon as it had started, Sally got off of
him, and Bunnie held up a tiny, rectangular chip. The little light appeared
yellow now that it wasnÕt shining through SnivelyÕs blood. Sally smashed it
with a rock.
ÒWe
have to evacuate,Ó the princess said urgently. ÒWe donÕt know if Nagus found us
or not. We might not have much time.Ó
Bunnie
bound SnivelyÕs hand again, apologizing over and over. He assured her that the
event was no more traumatizing than the incident that got the tracker in his
hand in the first place.
The
Freedom Fighters went into action, and soon all of the children and old people
were safely in hiding.
ÒOkay,Ó
Sally directed. ÒWeÕll head for the hideout in pairs. Has anyone seen Sonic?Ó
ÒHeÕs
still missing, Sally,Ó a Freedom Fighter reported.
ÒI
hope heÕs all right,Ó the princess worried. ÒOkay, first group, get ready toÑ!Ó
A
net swooped down from the sky and swept Sally into a ball. Everyone looked up
and saw the stealth-bots soaring down on Knothole. Snively and Bunnie helped
free the princess from the net.
ÒEverybody
split up!Ó Sally ordered. ÒDonÕt go to the hideout!Ó
The
Freedom Fighters scattered as the stealth-bots landed and deployed
net-cannon-toting swat-bots.
ÒCapture-Freedom-Fighters,Ó
they buzzed.
Snively
tried to run, but he was still so weak that he kept stumbling. The swat-bots
were closing in on him as he struggled to put distance between them, sobbing
for breath. Bunnie sprinted to the rescue, hooking one of his arms over her
shoulder and running for the trees.
ÒWeÕre
almost there, Sugar,Ó Bunnie urged him on. ÒWeÕre almostÑÓ
A
net smashed her to the ground, and Snively went sprawling. He saw Bunnie
fighting with the net and rushed to her side to help free her.
ÒDonÕt
worry abut me!Ó she cried. ÒHurry up and get outta here before those Ôbots
come!Ó
ÒNo!Ó
Snively shouted, tugging on the tough mesh. ÒI wonÕt leave you!Ó
He
almost had he free when someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled
him up into the air. Snively knew who had caught him before he saw his face.
Only one man had metal fingers and the ability to lift him so high into the
air.
ÒNagus
will be pleased,Ó Robotnik chuckled.
Snively
struggled to free himself, but his powerful uncle wouldnÕt let him go. Robotnik
ordered the swat-bots to bring Bunnie, and he returned to the center of
Knothole. The other swat-bots were already gathered there guarding their two
other prisoners: Antoine and Sally.
ÒWhere
are the rest of them?Ó Robotnik growled.
ÒNo-other-life-forms-in-vicinity,Ó
the swat-bots reported.
ÒTheyÕre
hiding somewhere,Ó Robotnik snarled. ÒWell, Princess?Ó He glared down at the
chipmunk. ÒWhere are the others?Ó
ÒIÕll
never tell you, Robotnik,Ó Sally declared. ÒNone of us will.Ó
ÒIn
due time, Princess, youÕll tell me everything.Ó
The
swat-bots assembled a roboticizor in the clearing, complete with the enormous,
glass tubes. Robotnik had Sally, Antoine, and Bunnie placed in them. They pounded
against the smooth, clear walls, but they couldnÕt break them. The swat-bots
put together the control console and the roboticizor itself. Robotnik held
SnivelyÕs arm, allowing him to stand as he stared at his imprisoned friends.
Just
then, another hovercraft descended from the sky. Robotnik grew tense as Nagus
stepped out of it, his hand shaking as he squeezed SnivelyÕs arm.
ÒWell,
Robotnik?Ó Nagus wheezed. ÒWhere are the Freedom Fighters?Ó
ÒHere,
Sir,Ó Robotnik answered, gesturing to Snively and the three trapped in the
roboticizor.
ÒWhere
are the rest of them?Ó
ÒTheyÕreÉhiding
somewhere, Sir, but they canÕt be far. Once weÕve roboticized the Princess,
weÕll plug her in, and sheÕll tell us.Ó
ÒMmm,Ó
Nagus muttered, staring at Robotnik, making him squirm. ÒShe had better,
Robotnik.Ó
ÒShe
will, Sir. I promise.Ó
Snively
noticed for the first time that RobotnikÕs face and single human hand were
covered with small scratches. It seemed that Nagus was being as hard on him as
Robotnik had been on Snively. A small, round burn on RobotnikÕs cheek
solidified this idea in SnivelyÕs mind, and it frightened him.
ÒIÕll
roboticize this little traitor as soon as IÕve finished with the others,Ó
Robotnik sniveled, indicating his nephew by jerking him forward a step.
Nagus
shot Robotnik with a thin beam of energy, and the huge man released Snively and
staggered back in pain.
ÒYou,Ó
Nagus growled, Òare presumptuous. When did I say I wanted him roboticized? I
have a proposition for him.Ó The sorcerer hobbled up to Snively, who pressed
back against the computer in fear. ÒNow, little one, I give you an opportunity.
If you renounce these troublemaking Freedom Fighters and return to me, you will
not be punished.Ó
ÒBut,
SirÑÓ Robotnik protested.
ÒSilence!Ó
Nagus hissed, zapping him with magic again. ÒThe little fellow is skilled. Even
you can see that.Ó
Snively
stared in terror, seeing the offhanded cruelty of the sorcerer and dreading
becoming his lackey.
Robotnik was horrible enough, but the one strong and vicious enough to
overpower him made him feel sick with fear.
ÒSo,
Snively,Ó Nagus said, gazing back down at him. ÒDo we have a deal?Ó
ÒIÉIÉÓ
Snively stammered.
ÒNeed
I remind you of the situation you are in? If you refuse, I wonÕt hesitate to
turn you over to Robotnik, who, aside from his insolence today, has pleased me
and earned such anÉappropriate reward.Ó
Robotnik
had recovered and grinned wickedly at NagusÕs words.
ÒIÕll
make this easy for you,Ó Nagus wheezed. ÒSimply roboticize these three
prisoners, and you can take your place at my side.Ó He pushed Snively up to the
controls where he was able to see his three friends, imprisoned in glass, their
eyes meeting his, searching them, speaking, pleading, reminding him of the life
he had known for the last month and the one he had escaped after suffering for
eleven years. Their eyes told him what he had to do, and he obeyed.
ÒNo,Ó
Snively backed away from the controls, shaking in horror as he realized what he
had done.
ÒWhat
did you say?Ó Nagus demanded. ÒPerhaps you have forgotten who we are. RobotnikÉ
remind him.Ó
ÒYes,
Sir,Ó Robotnik grinned, snagging SnivelyÕs shoulder and forcing him against the
roboticizor computer. Snively couldnÕt see what Robotnik was doing, but it
became apparent as he felt the excruciating sting of a lash across his back. He
screamed as Robotnik struck him a few more times; through his pain, Snively
heard angry shouts.
ÒLeave
him alone, you monster!Ó Sally yelled.
ÒYaÕllÕre
a bully and a coward!Ó Bunnie cursed, kicking at the glass.
ÒYou
terriblŽ man!Ó Antoine cried. ÒYou are nossing but a stupid fuel! I spit upon
you!Ó
ÒSilence!Ó
Nagus hissed. ÒThatÕs enough Robotnik. IÕm sure he remembers now.Ó
Snively
felt the bruises rising on his back, the blood trickling down his sides. It was
too much. He couldnÕt bear this torture again. Nagus shoved him against the
console and glared at him.
ÒThis
is your last chance,Ó he wheezed. ÒRoboticize them now, or I wonÕt stop him
next time.Ó
SnivelyÕs
whole body trembled, wanting to hide from his uncle and his cruelties. His very
skin shivered, afraid of his pain Robotnik would inflict upon him if he refused
again. Snively reached toward the keyboard, his hand shaking as his fingers
hovered over the activator. With great difficulty, he moved his hand a few more
inches lower, until he could almost push the button.
It
should have been easy. He had roboticized hundreds of other people under less
dire threats. But he didnÕt want to. He looked up at his friends, and his
stomach twisted in guilt. Bunnie had cared for him. Antoine had defended him.
Sally had trusted him. And if they were roboticized, Nagus and Robotnik would
find the rest of the Freedom Fighters and roboticize them, too. He had
regretted helping his uncle all those years ago. Now he could finally make
amends for his greed and his cowardiceÉif he was willing to be tortured to
death.
It
didnÕt make his decision any easier when Robotnik laid the end of his strap on
his shoulder, letting the length of it tickle along his back like a leather snake.
Snively
realized then that he was too afraid of the pain to refuse. Tears of shame
stung his eyes as he placed his hand on the activation key. He told his fingers
to press the buttonsÉbut they wouldnÕt move. His whole arm vibrated with the
struggle, and he knew then that he couldnÕt go through with it. Confronted with
the act itself, he could not do it. He wasnÕt a bad man. He didnÕt want to hurt
people anymore. He didnÕt want to be beaten, but he simply could not make
himself harm his friends.
And
that terrified him.
He
dropped his arm and gripped the computer edge, tears speckling the chrome
surface as he shook his head.
ÒI
canÕt,Ó he sobbed.
He
didnÕt see the nod Nagus gave Robotnik, but he couldnÕt help noticing the
stabbing pain when his uncle began beating him again. Snively slid to the
ground as the lash battered the blood from his body. He tried to crawl away,
but the crippling pain gave his limbs a life of their own, jerking and
twitching, trying to lessen the agony but unable to do so. Robotnik threw the
strap to the ground and hauled Snively up into the air by the front of his
shirt, forcing him to look at his face.
ÒWhy
canÕt you do it?Ó Robotnik barked, shaking him.
ÒIÉI
donÕtÉÓ Snively whimpered, clawing at the mechanical hand gripping his collar.
ÒI donÕt want to hurt them.Ó
ÒWhy
not?Ó Robotnik howled.
ÒTheyÉÓ
Snively couldnÕt see through the tears blurring his vision. ÒThey were kind to
me.Ó
His
back already felt as though he had lain on a bed of flaming coals, and it was
difficult for him to think as Robotnik slapped his face. His whole head felt
bruised by the time Robotnik let him drop. Snively tried to remember why he was bring punished, but his
mind seemed to have gone elsewhere. All that remained was his pain and the fear
that more would come.
Then
he felt a gun barrel against his head, and his entire life flashed through his
brain as he heard it whine in preparation, charging the laser.
He
had done a lot of bad things, blinded by his fear. He regretted every one of
them, but now he had finally done something he was proud of: he had refused to
do what he knew was wrong. He had not betrayed his friends. That thought,
coupled with the idea that soon his suffering would end, allowed him to accept
the fact that he was about to die.
He
heard a laser blast, and, to his great surprise, a second one. Managing to look
up over his shoulder, he saw Robotnik topple backward, a laser rifle in his
hands and a scorch mark precisely over his heart. Snively heard another body
fall and gazed in amazement at Nagus, who was shot dead as well.
WhoÉ?
ÒSniv!Ó
cried Sonic, zooming up to him and pulling him to his feet. ÒYou all right,
Pal? Did he shoot you?Ó
The
ground seemed to lurch beneath SnivelyÕs feet, and he felt ill.
ÒNoÉÓ
he said, his mouth going on automatic while the rest of him tried to stay
conscious through his pain.
ÒI
need you to work for a secÕ, okay?Ó Sonic asked, leading Snively to the
console. ÒI need you to let Sally and Bunnie and Antoine out of there. ThatÕs
all, then we can help you. Okay?Ó
Snively,
already beaten and brain-sore, managed to gather his strength and focus long
enough to type the command. Then he went limp in SonicÕs arms.
ÒGood
job, Sniv,Ó Sonic said, carefully setting him on the ground leaning against the
computer. ÒNow hang in for a secÕ. IÕll be back with help.Ó
Snively
fought to stay conscious for the few minutes while Sonic was gone and was
rewarded when he returned with Bunnie.
ÒOh,
Sugar,Ó she cried, tears running down her cheeks. ÒYouÕve just got the worst
luck I ever did see. Bring him around here and hold him up, Sugar-hog. ItÕll be
easier if heÕs sittinÕ.Ó
Sonic
placed his hands on SnivelyÕs shoulders and let him lean forward a little.
ÒEverythingÕs
cool, Sniv,Ó Sonic murmured. ÒBunnieÕs gonna help you.Ó
Snively
moaned and arched his back as Bunnie cleaned his wounds.
ÒYouÉyouÕd
think IÕd be used to this by now,Ó he chuckled weakly, gritting his teeth
against the next wave of pain.
ÒDonÕt
worry, Sugar,Ó Bunnie sniffled, crying openly as she smoothed medicine over his
injuries. ÒRobotnik wonÕt hurt yaÕll ever again on accountÕa heÕs dead.Ó
ÒNagus,
too,Ó Sonic grated.
Snively
couldnÕt help glancing at the starburst-shaped scar on SonicÕs shoulder. He
closed his eyes wearily. The left side of his face throbbed, his eye nearly
swollen shut, and it felt too hot, flushed and bruised.
ÒHere,
Sugar,Ó Bunnie wiped her eyes before pulling Snively back and laying a wet
cloth across his burning cheek. The coolness eased the pain a little, and he
held the damp fabric against his face as Bunnie finished bandaging his back.
ÒYaÕll
were so brave, Sugar,Ó she told him with a watery smile. ÒAnd it was just awful
seeinÕ him hurtinÕ yaÕll like that and beinÕ trapped. I wouldÕa stopped him if
I had half a chance. I just hated beinÕ stuck in that machine, not able to do
anythinÕ for ya. We couldnÕt see yaÕll when he had ya on the ground, and I was
worried sick. IÕm so glad he didnÕt kill ya.Ó
Bunnie
gave him a very gentle hug.
ÒI
am thinking you are very brave as well,Ó Antoine said, coming within speaking
distance. ÒYou were finally standing up to Robotnik, non? That is a very brave
thing to be doing. Oui. You have incroyable courage, Snively.Ó
ÒCourage?Ó
Snively repeated. ÒBut IÉI couldnÕt help it. I was terrified, and I tried to
push the button. I was willing to do what they said. I didnÕt want them to hurt
me anymore, but I still couldnÕt do it. I couldnÕt roboticize you.Ó
ÒYou
were all mixed up, Sugar,Ó Bunnie said. ÒBut ya still did good. Yup. YaÕll did
good.Ó
ÒBy
the way,Ó Snively added as Antoine and Sonic assisted him to his feet. ÒWho
killed Nagus and Robotnik?Ó
ÒDaddy!Ó SallyÕs joyful cry echoed through
Knothole.
Snively
turned toward the sound and saw none other than the long-lost King Acorn, SallyÕs
father and the rightful ruler of Mobius. The chipmunk was travel-worn and
wearing a laser sniper over one shoulder, but he knelt and embraced his
daughter with tears of happiness in his eyes.
Snively
pulled free of his friendsÕ helping hands and limped toward the King, gazing up
at the wise leader and remembering how he had plotted against him with
Robotnik. How he regretted his actions!
ÒOh,
Daddy, Daddy,Ó Sally cried, hugging her father. ÒIÕve missed you.Ó
ÒIÕve
missed you, too, Sally,Ó the King murmured, holding her tightly.
ÒI
thought you were trapped in the void.Ó
ÒI
was, but I escaped.Ó The King looked up and noticed Snively hesitantly
approaching him.
ÒM-may
I speak, Your Majesty?Ó Snively squeaked, trembling in weakness and fear.
ÒYou
may,Ó the King responded, standing and putting an arm over his daughterÕs
shoulder.
ÒAreÉare
you the one who killed Robotnik?Ó
ÒI
am, and Nagus as well. It was my responsibility as ruler of this planet.Ó
Snively
knelt and bowed his head.
ÒThen,Ó
he said. ÒYou are the one who saved my life.Ó
ÒAnd
spared it,Ó the King informed him.
ÒAnd
I thank you for this, Your Majesty. And IÉI apologize for my actions these last
eleven years.Ó
Tears
filled his eyes, and, though he tried to fight them, they fell to the earth as
he bowed his head farther in submission and shame.
ÒI
was a fool, Your Majesty, and would offer no resistance if you decided to
punish me for what IÕve done. I was wrong, andÉ I deserve it. I place myself at
your mercy.Ó
ÒYou
have assisted Robotnik for the last eleven years,Ó the King said after a
thoughtful pause. ÒYou were at his side during the coup. You are a traitor to
the crown.Ó
ÒYes,
Your Majesty,Ó Snively whispered.
ÒBut,
you have also suffered for the last eleven years, and you have changed. Sonic
has sworn that you are a loyal
Freedom Fighter, and from the little I have seen of you today, I believe this
to be true. In addition to all of this, were it not for you, I would never have
escaped the void.Ó
ÒThe
gate,Ó Snively gasped.
ÒHowever,Ó
the King asserted, ÒI do not know enough about you to pass judgment. Therefore,
I leave it to my daughter and her friends to decide.Ó He turned to Sally,
Sonic, Antoine, and Bunnie. ÒTell me, do you think that Snively still needs to
pay for the crimes he committed against the crown?Ó
ÒNo
way,Ó Sonic spoke first. ÒHeÕs okay. He saved my life.Ó
ÒI
agree,Ó Sally smiled. ÒHeÕs been a
Freedom Fighter for almost a month, and I trust him.Ó
ÒMonsieur
Snively has already been paying for his wrong-doingses. He is a good person,
and he is also a good friend,Ó Antoine saluted the King.
ÒSnivelyÕs
a sweet, kind, good-hearted fella, and heÕs been in enough pain to pay for a
hundred times what he did,Ó Bunnie knelt beside Snively and took his hand.
ÒHeÕs been the biggest help to us, fixinÕ the deroboticizor, and if youÕre
still mad at him, then, golly, youÕll have to be mad at me, too.Ó
ÒEnough,Ó
the King chuckled. ÒI am not angry with anyone. You have confirmed what I
already suspected. Snively, you are pardoned.Ó
ÒYa
hear that, Sugar?Ó Bunnie grinned, helping Snively to stand again. ÒYouÕre free
to go!Ó
The
rest of the Freedom Fighters returned from the hideout and celebrated their
planetÕs liberation and the deaths
of two very evil men. The city of Robotropolis was torn down, and the
roboticized Mobians were restored to their proper forms.
It became apparent that Snively, having
devoted much of his time to the restoration of Mobius, was truly a fine
citizen. King Acorn was duly impressed. He knighted Snively in the great hall
of the newly constructed castle.
Snively,
Sir Snively, couldnÕt have been happier. He served the Royal Family to the best
of his ability alongside his friends. Finally, after years of suffering, both
Snively and his peaceful planet had begun on the road to recovery.
THE END