[Revon the Fish/Hedgehog]

Alright before I start, easy on the name. I had written a rough version long before I was alerted of the video game that came to be under that name. Next, I'd like to address that all artwork of the character Revon is © to "Faezza" and all original Sonic the Hedgehog characters are © to SEGA and SonicTeam. Everything else is owned by yours truly.
Mild warning for strong language and suggestive textual themes.

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All rights reserved to sega and sonicteam. I do not own or claim ownership of any sonic-related material that may be mentioned. Any actual relevance is a minor coincidence and completely unintentional. Dictated not read.

Concept-Mobius:
No more heroes saga

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Concept-Mobius
No More Heroes
Zone 0-1
»Intro

I find it hard to believe. How these strange incidents caused me to become something more than what I find myself to truly be. I am no hero; I have no morals or values. Only hope… and this hope cannot by any means last any longer. The heart-pounding aches from the aura I see beneath me; the deathly scent of hatred and bitter sorrow. I do not want this to occur, and yet I find myself bringing about the outcomes in which I despise most.
My sickness is not of the physical nature, it is only my mental constraint telling me how stupid and pitiful I am for making the choices that led up to this point. I have no one to blame but myself, and yet I feel as though this was out of my control. These… feelings I continuously describe to myself to be nothing more than mere humane misconceptions that are unnecessary for survival. You don’t need anger sadness, glee, or even bewilderment. None of this is relevant to my true nature.
Since I was born I never understood the world for what it was. The decaying smells of those who couldn’t give two shits about your well-being; the thriving cities that look down on you and laugh for your failed existence. You rise up to rebel this fortified wasteland of the sick and the needy, only to be struck down harder than ever before. Nobody can hear you shout or cry however loud you may think you are. The passing glances of the commoners stab your very soul in the place that matters most. This is what reality has shown itself to be, a true essence of darkness.
Now I stand here, awake and focused, to finish my eternal struggle against myself and all of those who oppose me. Let fate take its course? No. I decide my own destiny, and now I will finally account for it as I make my way through to the end. I am Revon Migouru, and this is not my heroic tale of knighthood and chivalry. This is my demented purgatory known as life.

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Concept-Mobius
No More Heroes
Zone 1-1
»Beginnings

“He seems to be improving greatly,” proclaimed Dr. Howard as he fumbled through my paperwork. Desmond Howard was a G.U.N. employee, who surprisingly kept what many others did not: sympathy. “His condition seems to be stabilizing and his emotions are under control,” he continued to my parents. “Emotions?” my father questioned in a puzzled tone. “What would his emotions do to his physique?” “I am glad you asked that,” replied Dr. Howard as he walked over to me. “His emotional stability coincides with his physical and mental health as well. As an office worker, surely you should know about this?”
My father looked at the ground in embarrassment. “Sadly,” he started, “I do not. My work in the force has put far too much strain on my health for me to even attempt revitalizing it now, with its current state.” Dr. Howard, now looking guilty, walked back over to the computer as he started again to speak. "You know your son the best, Rahkan. I cannot tell you anything you do not know about him. He will be your spinning image, and I will only be his provider while you are away." "I understand," my father stated promptly. "Although," interrupted Dr. Howard, "I do have one question. How exactly did your son fall into this state?"
My father looked downward breifly once again, gripping his fists into strainful knots of self-loathing. "You say I know more about my son than any other," he started. "But the truth is that I hardly know him. This condition was brought about by somethign I had known little about, and still know little of. I cannot answer your question, doctor. If it will aide your research and procedures, you may ask my son, but I honestly doubt he will be willing to relive it."
My father left the room shortly after the brief discussion with Dr. Howard ended. Business can be a tough burden when you're at the lowest of all your slums, and your only son is waiting on his supposed deathbed, in need of constant funds to live. I never really took into account how much my well-beign costed my family. I wish I had apologized for my selfishness, but it's far too late. The doctor returned to his research as I slept away my fears.
Most people would call a coma a tragety. I would like to think of it as a vacation from your conciousness. You see, smell, feel, and taste
absolutely nothing. No negativity, no positivity; Just endless neutrality.
The next morning I realized that sound can transfer itno your mind during said coma. My body drifted away but my mind stood sharp! The doctor was continuing his research and analysis when what sounded to be a knock on the door occurred. The doctor looked up in an instance and literally dropped what he was doing. He rushed to the door nervously and what followed was the entrance of armored Blackwatch G.U.N. agents.
"You should have told me you'd be coming by today." Dr. Howard said shaking. "I would have cleaned up my studies if I had known." One of the Blackwatch agents turned to him. "Where is Project Leviathan?" The doctor fumbled around hastily. "R-Right this way, gentlemen." I could hear the echoing footsteps as they marched through the halls. Such a uniform manner, as a revolutionary drummer boy.

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This post has been edited by Revon the Fish/Hedgehog: 20 April 2010 - 01:02 AM