With Sonic’s help, the groceries I had brought home had been put together rather quickly. I was surprised he was so willing to assist me. Afterwards, I let Sonic get settled into another video game and settled to continue my sewing. Unbeknownst to me, we were about to have unpleasant company.
It started, as the silent loading screen appeared over the television, Sonic could hear a silent buzzing. At first, he dismissed it as some kind of bug outside (apparently South Island has some pretty sizable bees). However, as previous experience taught him, it sounded too robotic, and too consistent. He paused the game, and peeked out the window. He didn’t see anything, but he could still hear something. He glanced over at me. I was too occupied in my work to honestly pay attention. Then, he decided to slip out the front door as quick as I could, and close it behind him. I should have heard it, but I didn’t.
The wind picked up, and the sun had set halfway over the horizon. He was careful to track how far he was moving from me. Since I was sitting at the kitchen table by the window, he had a little more wiggle room to navigate. The noise grew louder. Suddenly, he heard beeping. He whirled around. A small, white sphere, the size of an egg, with one glowing red eye, had a laser pointed straight at his head. Instinctively, Sonic lifted his leg and sweep kicked. The robot was sent flying onto the siding of the house and burst into pieces.
I heard him.
“Sonic?” I called.
I got up, and immediately went for the door. But before I could get there, I saw the same white drone in the living room. My eyes widened. I was certain as to why this was here. I took a tattered, wooden baseball bat that was sitting in the corner, propped up by the molding around the door, and swung it. The drone was sent flying onto the floor. I swung the bat again.
Sonic sped back in. I was breathless as I turned around, the bat still in my hand. Sonic was surprised.
“Where did you get that?”
I glanced at the bat.
“It was Grandpappy’s. Got signed by one of the White Soxs.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
“What were those?” I asked, uncertainly.
“I have an idea…” Sonic replied, concerned, “The question is, how many are still flying around?”
Sonic grabbed my hand.
Thankfully, no other drones had got into the house. However, we had found several more outside, most of them had just emerged from the fields. Sonic made quick work of them. But there were some he couldn’t reach due to being out of bounds of me. I did what I could to help. I was quite proud of my aim, considering I had never played baseball.
“Ha-hey! Nice job!” Sonic complemented.
I tiredly grinned.
Suddenly, I heard another sound. This time, it sounded like a swarm of flies. Sonic and I exchanged glances, before slowly turning around. Sure enough, more drones. Only there were dozens of them. My heart sank.
“We’ve gotta take them out fast before they get a good look at us!” I exclaimed.
Sonic grabbed my hand.
“I’m sorry, but I have to do this…” he warned.
Suddenly, Sonic swooped me into his arms. Then, he dashed towards the drones. I shrieked and squeezed my eyes shut. Sonic curled up into a ball, creating a massive electric force, and broke through multiple drones with ease. He landed on his feet, then did it again, and again, and again. I dared not open my eyes. I could hear the crackling of the electricity, terrified of what would happen to me. I could feel my head viciously spin. I just prayed that it would end soon.
Finally, after one last extended push, I was still again. I opened my eyes. There was a whole charred pile of broken robotic parts between us and the wheat field. There was a moment of silence before Sonic put me down. I could hardly stand. My legs felt like jelly. Sonic sighed in satisfaction.
“I think that’s the last of them.”
My legs gave out on me, and I fell to the ground.
I had face-planted into the earthy ground. I could feel Sonic’s gloved hands on my arms.
“You okay?” He asked, alarmed.
I sighed. My head had spun again, this time so bad, I could barely get my words out.
“Why…Why did you do that?” I stuttered.
“I had to! If those bracers had locked up, it would’ve bought the drones more time to scan us!”
I didn’t move. I squeezed my eyes shut again.
“Just…Just give me a moment…”
Not only was I incredibly dizzy, but my mind rushed with panic. What were those things? How much did they see? Who sent them? Someone found out we lived in Larhen! Did that mean they found us!? Is Sonic in danger? Am I in danger!? My heart raced with fear.
“You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe…”
Sonic knelt down beside me, waiting ironically patiently.
“I’ve seen those robots before. I guess Eggman makes them in smaller sizes.”
“Actually, that’s just a nickname he’s gotten over the years. His name is actually Dr. Robotnik. He’s my arch-nemesis back on South Island. He’s always causing trouble, trying to ‘take over the world’ and stuff. He’s also a mad scientist who creates robots that I blow up. He’s very bad at his job.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, despite feeling sick.
Sonic stared out into the distance, sadly, and longingly.
“I wonder if he’s causing trouble on the island right now…If my friends are okay?” he asked himself out loud.
There was a moment of silence. Then, he rebuttled:
“Nah, if he was causing trouble, I would’ve found out, even way out here…”
Finally, my head slowered enough that I felt confident standing again. Sonic curiously helped me up, and led me back towards the house.
“Do you think we were spotted?”
“Don’t worry. If they did, I’ll fight them off! I can take them down, no sweat!”
“Are you sure, Sonic? Really sure?”
Sonic didn’t respond.
I laid down on the couch for a long time with a hot water bottle along with a pillow over my head, and eyes closed. Sonic apologized again. I just brushed it off and told him it was fine. He was courteous enough to keep the volume down on the television while he flipped through the channels. He found a nice, junk-food action flick and settled down.
At last, my dizziness wore off. Unfortunately, it was replaced with fatigue. I finally sat up and opened my eyes. I grabbed the TV remote and changed the channel to highschool football. Sonic had finished the movie and tuned into a not-so-great movie with perverse imagery.
“Hey!” Sonic exclaimed.
“It’s not appropriate, not even for me” I replied.
“What are you, my mom?” Sonic asked.
“No,” I replied, “but you are in my house, and that means I’m in charge.”
Sonic as he propped his feet up and put his hands behind his back.
“Anyway, I’m heading to bed. You should too. It’s late.”
Sonic groaned and peeled himself off the couch.
I escorted him up the stairs and to his room. As I turned to leave and shut off the light. I paused. I realized something.
Sonic had just taken his shoes off and laid them beside the bed. He lifted his head.
“After you knocked those drones to pieces…, you called me ‘Luana’, didn’t you?”
Sonic raised an eye.
“Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?”
“It’s just…You didn’t call me ‘Overlander,’ like you usually do.”
“Did I? Huh…Guess I did…”
“Guess that means we’re officially friends now!”
My heart almost stopped. I took a step back into the room.
“But…! I thought you hated me!” I exclaimed.
Sonic shook his head.
“Nah, I never hated you,” He clarified, “Didn’t trust you? Oh, absolutely! But I think…as far as humans go, you’re not bad.”
My eyes widened, my mouth almost gaping with disbelief.
“Really! You’re all right, Luana Dockinson.”
After spending a few moments fully absorbing his words, a great beam went across my face.
“Thanks! You’re all right too…Sonic the Hedgehog.”
Sonic beamed back.
“Well thank you!”
Finally, I switched off the light, and began to leave.