Unwritten

Disclaimer: Sonic and all related characters are © SEGA/Sonic Team. Pewter and Damien Slipstream are mine, as are any background characters.

Author’s Note: Welcome to the re-write of It All Starts Here. There were a few things I wasn’t pleased with about IASH, like the fact it was so short, it didn’t really go anywhere, and the ending was just lame. So I decided to rewrite it, before I try any more stories to do with her. There are a few bits of the previous version that I like, however, so they’ll probably re-appear here and there, hopefully re-written to be a bit more interesting this time. BTW, if you wanna see any pics of my characters, follow the link to my deviantart account from my profile, and nose through the gallery. Most of them appear in there  /shameless plug. Okay, on with the fanfiction.

Please note that this is set within my own version of the Sonic-verse, so if small details seem out, don’t worry. That’s just my brain working XD

The length of blue-silver metal shone with the light from the sun, and lay across the lap of a small hedgehog girl, who sat in a large garden, watching the clouds building above her. Her crimson eyes watched the billowing waves of vapour curl up and swirl with the immense winds so high up, and starting to work their way across the sun. She turned her head to look up at the window of the large house behind her, and smiled softly at the young face peering out of it with big brown eyes. The scruffy-spiked boy grinned and waved, so she waved back at him and pointed up at the sky. When the youngster looked up, he grinned and tilted his head at the clouds.

The girl dropped back to lay on her back, admiring the curling clouds. This was a habit she often had, and her brother tended to watch from the window to ensure that he knew that she was alright. Allowing her face to go blank, she stared into the sky, watching as the sun was slowly hidden by the creeping clouds. Her black skirt covered her legs to about her knees, spreading out slightly over the grass. Her sweater was a long, violet, polo-necked variety, which came down to just past her hips, and the sleeves were slightly too long for her arms, which were folded across her chest. Her assortment of shoulder-length brown spikes spread across the ground behind her head, with a few sticking up in the air or hanging down across her eyes in a sharp fringe.

A small, Atla sparrow flitted down to hop around the ground nearby, and the girl tilted her head to look at it as it was joined by another. They pecked at the grass a few times, probably picking up bugs she couldn’t see, before they flew up and into the shelter of the trees. The cloud cover was building too fast for their comfort. The sound of a window opening provoked the girl to lean her head backwards to look up at her brother again.

“Hey Pewter! You gonna come in? Or are you gonna just lay out there and get muddy?”

“You figure it out Damien. You know this is what I do.”

“You’ll catch a cold.” Damien tried.

“I haven’t before, I probably won’t any time soon either.” She cast a small smile up at him. “Don’t worry; I’ll be out here just for a little while.”

Damien didn’t bother replying, instead shutting the window with a snort and retreating out of view inside. Pewter shook her head and resumed watching the sky, smiling as the first raindrop splashed on the end of her small black nose. A few more drops fell onto and around her, before the skies opened and the rain poured down in sheets.

The hedgehog slowly put her sword on the ground and got to her feet and pulled the polo-neck off, revealing a black vest top underneath. She casually threw the sweater aside, and held her arms out to the sides, closing her eyes as she tilted her face towards the sky. The rain ran across her body, slicking her short fur and spikes down, and gradually soaking her through.

Pewter looked down again, watching the sword as it remained shining, despite the sun being hidden behind the clouds. It glowed faintly with a watery blue light, that was almost lost behind the rain, and she looked back at the sky again. She raised a hand up to her neck, self-consciously, and closed her eyes.

She waited a moment, before shaking her spikes out and reaching down to pick up her jumper and sword. She sighed and turned, walking slowly back towards the house. Pewter opened the conservatory door and stepped inside, dropping the jumper across the radiator and wringing as much of the water out of her clothes as possible, and then went through the next door and into the kitchen of her home.

“Okay Damien, I’m inside now.” She called out. “You get down here or I won’t do you some lunch!”

“Hang on Pewter, I gotta get to the lift first!” came the quiet reply from the floor above.

Pewter smiled and carried on walking through into the lounge, putting the sword into a stand by the doorway as she went. A small private elevator was in a corner of the room, and there was a noise from it, announcing that it was moving. She walked over to a small rug that was laying in front of a fireplace, and dropped down on it, prodding the embers with a poker until they lit and caught back onto the log laying across them.

A happy cheer came from the lift and Pewter looked up. Beyond a bookcase and a small armchair, Damien was wheeling his wheelchair out of the lift and grinning at her cheekily. She laughed lightly at him, and sat up again, watching as he rolled his way over to her.

“So where’s lunch?” he laughed happily.

“Not done yet, I was waiting for you.”

“Ah, okay” he stuck his tongue out as Pewter stood up. “Hey, can I play with Buzzy?”

“Um, okay, I’ll send him through.” Pewter nodded and walked back through towards the kitchen.

Damien cheered as a whirr of mechanical wings declared the arrival of the miniature Buzz-Bomber. The little wasp robot hovered down and sat on top of the young hedgehog’s head, clicking slightly. Damien nodded and called through after his sister.

“Are you gonna introduce me to Sonic at some point?”

“If he turns up.” Pewter called back. “I told you before, he’s not easy to pin down.”

“Ohhh… Do you think he’ll turn up soon? I’d really like to meet him.”

“Impossible to say. But no doubt you’ll meet him some day Damie.”

“Oh... Okay.”

Damien reached a hand up and startled Buzzy off of his head, sending the miniature robot into an aggravated flight around the room. The hedgehog gave a dismayed cry, and the robot flitted back, hovering in front of his face. He held his hand out, allowing the small weight of the machine to rest on it, and he tilted his head at it, recalling how Pewter had told him that she had got the small robot as a gift from Sonic the hedgehog, but she had never said why he had given it to her, or when.

Damien loved to listen to as much as his sister could tell about Sonic, and she seemed to know a lot more about when the famous hedgehog was younger. She said that he had once looked like Damien, but had never explained why he changed to bright blue, or how he’d learned to run so fast. The young hedgehog liked to watch any footage of Sonic running, because he couldn’t run himself. He admired the blue hero, and was determined to meet him one day, if only to say hello.

Pewter came back in, ducking as the Buzz Bomber flew over her head, spiralling around and landing on top of her spikes. She held up a plate of sandwiches, and smiled at Damien.

“You been upsetting Buzzy?”

“No, I didn’t mean to…” Damien pouted as his sister strolled up and sat down on the chair next to his wheelchair. “What’s in those?”

“Eh, salad, peanut butter, chicken. I just chucked stuff in.” Pewter shrugged and offered him the plate.

“Not in the same sandwich I hope!”

“Of course not!” Pewter flicked his ear. “You pick at that, okay?”

Damien picked up a sandwich, and pouted again as Pewter looked into the fireplace. “You’re going out again tonight?”

“… Yeah.”

“Please be careful, last time you ended up-”

“I know Damie, but I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him again. “You know what I’m like.”

“Yeah. But that’s what worries me sis…” Damien pouted.

“Tch, don’t worry bro. Remember, if you have a problem, just call up Simon, okay?”

Damien sighed reluctantly. “Sure…”

“Come on Damie, enjoy your lunch.” Pewter grinned at him.

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AN: Well, This is just starting (again). I'm hoping that I'm improving with my writing style, so as always, Constructive Criticism is appreciated.

Edit- I'm slowly working on rewriting the dialogue in this part. I'll work on the next part anyway, this part'll be slowly fixed as I progress through the story.