Lost Legends 02

Chapter 2: time for the truth
Sonic the hedgehog opened his eyes, wincing against the assault of the late-morning sunshine on his retinas. Sitting up in bed, he clutched his hands to his head as a mortar shell of pain exploded inside his brain. Bright stars lit up behind his eyelids, making him feel sick to his stomach. He sank back onto his pillow with a groan and stared up at the ceiling, which shifted and swirled slightly under his scrutiny. Saliva filled his mouth again and he concentrated hard on not vomiting, wishing these feelings would go away. A knock came at his door; Sonic lifted himself up off the pillow again. A fresh wave of nausea rolled over him, causing a hiss to escape his lips. "Come in." Stefan walked through the door with a mug of tea. "Hey kid. How do you feel?"  Before Sonic answered, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his eyes shut against both the sunlight and the fireworks that detonated inside his skull whenever he moved. His mouth was so dry that his swollen tongue felt sticky against the roof of his mouth. Sonic heard the springs of his bed creak as his uncle sat on the bed. "Sonic?" The blue hedgehog forced his eyes open. His uncle was staring at him with a mug outstretched for him to take. "Here, this will help." Sonic took the mug and downed the tea in one gulp. Not caring that it scorched his throat.  He placed the mug on the floor, which was next to a ripped leather- and- rubber jumble.
His shoes?
It looked like someone had taken a large carving knife and slashed at them in some frenzied attack. He leaned forward to get a closer look at the mess and gasped as the rush of blood to his head caused a balloon of pain to burst behind his eyes. "My shoes! What the…?" His voice cracked as he tried to speak, and his throat felt painfully raw. The pain pulsated through his esophagus in waves, and he instinctively reached up a hand to touch the flesh around his throat. He swallowed, wincing at the pain that even this simple act caused. Standing up, he looked around to see what stupid vermin was about to be blown sky high for tearing up his favorite sneakers; and saw properly for the first time the chaos that had become his bedroom. He turned in a slow circle, his mouth hanging open in utter disbelief as he took in the destruction and disorder that was all around him.
"Sonic calm down."
The ten year old waved away his uncle, as he saw that all of his possessions – he had so few good things that he kept them neatly arranged and cared for – were scattered around the place, many broken and destroyed. He shivered and became aware of the cold for the first time. Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the window, which was hanging at an impossible angle from the buckled metal casing. Large gouges could be seen on the frame where the white plastic had been scored away, revealing the shiny metal underneath. The window itself was just fine but appeared to have been torn away from the top hinge so that it hung outward at a drunken incline.
How could he have slept through this? How could anyone have slept through this?
His heart was slamming into his chest and he felt a sudden urge to scream out in anger. He wanted to cry. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to find whoever had done this and-
"Sonic."
He turned to the sound of his name. His uncle was still sitting on his bed looking up at him with something close to pity. "It's going to be okay. Just sit down and we can talk." Was he insane? Sonic shook his head wildly. Someone had just destroyed his room and his uncle wanted him to have a friendly chat?
"Unc, somebody just fucked up my room."
Stefan shot Sonic a look that made the boy meekly sit down and shut up; a look that said you better watch your mouth little boy.  "Now, you didn't answer my question. How do you feel?" "Like someone took a sledge hammer to my head. What happened to my stuff? Who did this so I can kill them?"
"You did."
"Come again?"
"I said you did. Last night."
"That's impossible. Why would I mess up my own room? And look at my sneakers. It took me 3 weeks to save up enough money for them."
"Calm down Sonic." "But my room." "Stop whinnying. It's not an attractive quality in an Alpha male." "What? I-I don't understand."
"Sonic this may be hard for you to believe. But you did destroy your room and everything in it."
"But why would I do that?"
"Because you're a werewolf."
Sonics' eyes went wide as he stared at his uncle. He chuckled nervously. Uncle Sparky just went off the deep end. Sonic shook his head to clear away all his thoughts that screamed 'Your uncle is a fruit cake!'  "Y-You're joking right?"
"I'm afraid I am not Sonic. You are indeed a werewolf and I have the bruises to prove it." "I-I attacked you?" "Not really, you've always been … impatient when it comes to food. I wasn't able to get dinner into your mouth fast enough that's all."
"Your serious about the wolf thing aren't you?"
Stefan looked over his nephew, trying to figure out if the boy could take what had to be said. "Yes I am Sonic. How do you feel? Don't downplay anything." "Ask again when my head stops spinning." Stefan chuckled. "I know it's a lot to take in." "That's an understatement. I'm some kind of monster!" Stefan squeezed his nephews' shoulder. "We are not monsters." Sonic blinked. "W-we? Your one two?" Stefan favored his nephew with a smile.  "Of course. We come from a long line of Royal wolves. Only wolf family with Vampire and Demon in our gene pool."  Sonic frowned at his uncle. What psychopath thought being a werewolf was a good thing? Stefan smiled as if he could hear his nephew's thoughts.
"What do you know about werewolves Sonic?"
Sonic snorted. "Are you serious?" "Humor me." A smile tugging ay Stefan's lips. "I-I know that they can only change during a full moon?" Stefan raised an eyebrow at his nephew. "You sound hopeful." "I-I don't want to be a monster. And you make it sound like it doesn't work that way." Stefan smiled at his nephew. Sonic let out a sound that sounded very much like he was crying. Stefan chuckled. "I'm sorry if I scared you Sonic. But the moon myth isn't entirely true. Once a pup has enough experience they can change anytime. Though wolves are at their strongest during a full moon and most the time the wolves enjoy the moon nights. When we can live out our lives as our wilder counterparts." Sonic glared accursedly at his uncle. "You don't change. Why did I?" "Because I'm older and have more experience. Tonight was your first full moon. There's usually a huge celebration.  To see a pup come of age and join the hunt. Wonderful thing."  Stefan smiled at the son of his sister.  Sonic frowned. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's creepy." The older Anthro squeezed his nephew's shoulder.  "You remind me of your mother that's all. And the first time she saw the full moon."  
"My mom was a werewolf?"
"Yes."
"The Queen of Mobius is a werewolf?"
"Yes. Her and Her sisters. Sorta"
"The three QUEENS of Mobius are werewolves?"
"No. Your mother and I are the werewolves.  Ameena has the vampire gene, something very rare even in our diverse family. I guess it makes sense that she's a complete albino. Ateena is solid black and is a fire demon, or dragon." Sonic blinked at his uncle. "Our whole family is monsters?" "No. Just on your mother's side. Your father, Samuel is a normal mobian."
"Did he know? About the monster thing?"
"Of course he did. Despite what you may think Sonic, we are not monsters." "Do I have any cousins? I heard you talk about it on the phone once. Am I the only freak that howls at the moon?" A smile made its way on the older hedgehog's face. "What a nice way to put it." "I got another question. If you're from my mom's side. Why are you dark blue like me?" "Because I am adopted. I have no blood tie to King Alcan and his wife the Queen Aceena. Both of which are werewolves." Sonic blinked. Stefan smiled at his nephew. "Don't look at me like. I'm still your uncle. And to answer your question yes, you do have cousins. Silver is Ameena's son and is both a vampire and an albino; Shadow is Ateena and Shades' son, and all three of them being some type of demon. I think Shade is a werebeast, seeing that he can go toe- to –toe with some of the badest wolves out there. Shadow is a rare hybrid, a mixture of his mother and father. And you have a cousin on your dad's side, Scourge. He is immune to a species change; no venom from a wolf, vamp or demon can turn him or your father." Sonic buried his face in his hands. "Our family is messed up dude." Stefan laughed. "You're your mother's son alright. Now that you've changed we have to find your siblings."
Sonics' head shot up. "I have siblings?" Stefan nodded. "I'm sorry that I kept this from you, but yes you do have siblings a brother and a sister. You three are triplets." Sonic blinked at his uncle. Trying to wrap his head around everything. "I have a brother and a sister, and I'm a werewolf. Anything else?" Stefan chuckled. "Not really, no." "Why do we have to find my sibs?" "Because if you've changed, they have too. And it would-starch that WILL become dangerous if they are not found and you three aren't trained." "Where are they?"  "I'm not entirely sure but I know how to find them. Your brother Manic is first. Come on get up and take a shower." The younger of the two hedgehogs pouted. "I don't like water." "I told you to stop whinnying. Now get up." Stefan threw a pillow at Sonic. Hitting him in the face.
"Unc?"
"Hmm?"
"Why do we have to get Manic first?"
"Because males come into their hunger faster than females. If we don't get him I'm afraid his hunger will."
"What does that mean?"
"Tonight is the 2nd night of the full moon. Both you and your brother will change and will hunt."
Sonic stared at his uncle's back in open mouthed disgust. "I am a monster." Stefan looked over his shoulder at his nephew. "You are not a monster Sonic. This is natural for all pups your age." He favored his terrified nephew with a smile. "You are so much like your mother."
"Can you tell me about her? I mean after we find my siblings and I'm not off somewhere eating people."
Stefan smiled at the son of his sister. "I'd be happy to Sonic."