This here is a quick sketch of Flora that I made - although she is taller and more human shaped in the story, she is wearing those clothes in this story unless stated otherwise. Now, her quills are like how Metal Sonic's head looks, the way his 'quills' are styled. Just look at a photo of Metal Sonic if you are confused on it, as I don't know if I can explain it right. It's hard to draw when she is facing forward, but I think I did a decent job at it. I'll do a sketch of her face tilting to the side or something to show the quills better later.

Setting; Sonic - Modern twist - and with crossover characters in it (mostly background or minor characters, although some are main characters); Example; Mario characters are in this

OC; Flora - OC that has been used in this book before

Death; Murdered During A Robbery Happening At Her Home/Work

Reincarnated As; Fem!Mobian!Metal Sonic - AKA, she is not a robot in this version although she still looks similar to how Metal Sonic does.

Pairings; Love triangles, background relationships, so many relationships that I am not going to list them all just yet as I want them to be a surprise

Warnings for this story - there will be character deaths, graphic deaths, murderers, killings, and such. Abuse, manipulation, adults in relationships with minors, implied sexual relationships, affairs, cheating, graphic violence, suicide and many other sensitive issues will be in this story. This is going to be a dark story and have dark themes. Things are going to get bloody. More warnings may be added as time goes on, just know that this is not going to be a light story - although there will be fluffy/humorous moments in here. If anyone is triggered by the warnings above, then please do not read this story - if you do, then it is your own fault for doing so.

PLEASE KEEP THE WARNINGS IN MIND WHEN READING THIS STORY.

I will be using characters from other cartoons, and I will also be using OCs as well. Just to mix it up.

Alright, let's get this story started!

-Chapter Start-

"I'm a bit busy right now. What do you want?"

Larry Lynx clawed at the hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Desperately trying to escape what was to come.

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It had started out as a normal night. Larry got home from work, expecting dinner to be done by his new girlfriend of three months; Lisa Knot, a human with long pretty black hair and brown eyes.

Instead, he came home to a blood bath.

As soon as he shut the front door and turned around, blood greeted him. It was everywhere. On the walls, the couch, the tv, it was dripping all over the place. It was if someone tried to paint the entire inside of his small home with red paint. But, oh, the smell forcibly reminded him that this wasn't red paint. The stench of something rotten in the air, mixing in with something metallic was everywhere, making him gag on the foul smell.

Dropping his brief case, he shakily moved further into the house. He needed to try and find Lisa, needed to get her out of here. He felt so numb, but he had to move.

That was his first and last mistake, because someone was waiting for him.

Taking a step into the kitchen was like walking into his worst nightmare-

Lisa was sitting at the table, her head cut off and eye sockets hollow. He could see her spine, blood pouring out of her neck like a waterfall. Her severed head was sitting on the table, the hollow eye sockets blankly looking at him. Her mouth was open, as if silently screaming. The rest of her body was slumped in the chair, onto the table, limp and paler than snow with blood gushing out of her. Her clothes were stained with blood, stab wounds all over her.

One of her hands was on the table, a kitchen knife stabbed through it. Her lovely brown eyes were cut into half on the cutting board, as if someone was cutting it up like one does with vegetables.

He threw up right then and there, falling to his knees. The vomit mixed in with the blood on the tile floor as he gagged at the sight before him. He couldn't even scream. He was frozen, staring at Lisa's broken dead body.

He didn't hear the other person creeping up on him.

"Oh, you're home early! Welcome home~!"

Slowly turning, all he saw was a flash of green before a hand tightly gripped his neck, making his vision go blurry from the lack of air.

"AH-!"

"I didn't even have time to finish your dinner surprise-"

The person paused as a soft noise went off.

He could hear a phone ringing as he tried to scream. But the person holding his neck answered it like it was nothing; Like it was no issue. Like murderer was an everyday thing.

And that put more fear into him.

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"Oh? It's finally time for that?" A malicious smirk grew, making Larry's tears fall faster. "Give me a few days, will ya? I'll be there soon." With that, the person hung up the phone, turning to him.

Gasping for air, Larry tried to kick. But nothing worked. Choking out a sob, it was cut off by him screaming when he was slammed down onto the bloody tiled floor. Laying there, being strangled to death, he could see Lisa's body from where he was. Her black hair red in the artificial light.

"Sorry about this, gotta make it quick." A sad sigh, mocking him sarcastically. "Places to be, you know? Don't even have time to play with you."

Before his neck was snapped, Larry could only sob out a plea for mercy.

The last sight he saw was those poisoned eyes mocking him, laughing at his pleas.

"P-Ple-!"

*CRACK*

Then, silence. Only the sound of blood dripping to the ground filled the house.

Then, laughter.

------------------TWO DAYS LATER; CITY OF MOBUIS----------------------

"The Nomad Killer strikes again." The news reporter on TV said seriously, leaning onto the table with a server look on her face. The news reporter, Nicole Holo-Lynx, shuffled her papers around. "Police are still on the hunt for this elusive criminal. Please be on the look out for anyone suspicious and stay away from them, as this person is dangerous and is the most wanted in the country. The last kill was in Moon City, killing five people and stealing items worth over $150,000, just two cities away from ours. Please keep your doors locked at night and-"

"Oh my..." Flora breathed out slowly. Sitting on her couch, dressed in her pastel pink nightgown and holding a mug of peach flavored tea, she stared at the TV with wide, cherry red eyes. Raising one hand to her pale colored muzzle, Flora was in horrified awe once again.

Every morning, she watched the morning news. And, usually, every morning, there was news about the most wanted person in the whole country. The person who has been the most wanted for over two years. And not once, has anyone see them or knows who they are.

They were called the 'Nomad Killer' simply because that's the only thing anyone knows about them and their motives. They always are on the move; After the kill and/or steal, they move on to the next spot. Said spot being random at best, making no sense at worst. One time they killed someone on one end of the country, only to go to the other end and murder over ten other people, then they went to the next town over. The Nomad Killer goes where they want to. It makes no sense and is making many worry over where this killer was going to hit next. 

They kill anyway they want to, steal whatever they want, no connection that anyone can see. The Nomad Killer was dangerous for the simple fact that nothing was known about them, no MO other than the fact that they don't stay in one place for long.

People fear the unknown - and that is exactly what the Nomad Killer is.

Flora was lucky that she lived in one of the few major cities that hasn't been touched by the Nomad Killer. But, even with all the hope in the world, she knows it's only a matter of time unless they are caught.

Shivering at the very thought, Flora quickly reached for the remote and turned off the TV. She didn't want to think about that kind of thing right at the start of the day, it would ruin her whole day.

Downing the rest of her tea, she got up to the open kitchen not too far off, put down the mug and then went to her room that was down a short hall. It was time to get dressed, water the plants, and open the shop.

As she picked out what she wanted to wear, Flora couldn't help but have a passing thought.

'I hope I never meet the Nomad Killer.' Grabbing a light blue blouse, Flora gulped at the very thought of meeting a killer face to face. 'I wouldn't last a second against them.'

What a way to die for a second time if that happened to her. First a robber with a gun, then a killer with a high body count that just thinking about it makes Flora because of how high it is or thought to be. Not all bodies are found after all, and that just makes her want to cry all the harder.

But, it was a workday. So, getting her clothes ready, Flora put those thoughts away.

Petals needed to be open in two hours after all.

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"The elections for mayor this year are going to be brutal!" Rouge, who was dressed in a pink blouse, black skirt and heals, smirked as she leaned onto the front counter. "Sonia and Sally don't pull any punches. It's like a legal cat fight with all the dirt they are digging up on one another and using it against each other. Shame that I don't want to vote for either of them, I still remember them from school and what bitches they were."

"Rouge!" Flora couldn't help but slip out a small giggle as she tried to sound stern. "They might have changed from then. High school ended years ago. They are running for mayor after all, their record should be mostly clean then."

Both woman were in the the bottom of Flora's home, the store part of it. Flora decided to close early, as not many people were coming in and some of her more delicate flowers needed her attention at the time. Now, it was late afternoon, and both were talking as Flora locked up the money box before putting it away and took off her green work apron.

"Please!" Rouge scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Those two probably have so many skeletons in their closets that there is no room to put all their designer rags in them. And I sure as hell know that those pieces of rags they wear isn't from my line."

Quietly chuckling at Rouge's pride at her clothing line, Flora decided to change the subject. "Do you want to join me for lunch? I'm feeling like eating out today." Flora asked, walking around the front counter to pick up her light green purse and keys.

"Sorry, sugar. I wish I could." Rouge sighed dramatically, walking with Flora out of Petals. "But I have to train Leni today. You know how she can be without supervision. Great at designing, not so great with just about everything else."

"She's a sweetheart though." Flora told her friend, getting a nod in agreement. "Well, good luck. Talk with you soon?"

"You know it, sweetheart." Rouge gave a flirty wink, making Flora giggle and wave her off.

Closing the door and locking it, Flora hummed to herself as she put her keys into her purse.

'I'd ask Cream and Vanilla out for lunch, but they have to gala or something to get to. Mina's going with her mother too, so they're out.' Flora dodged the other people walking on the sidewalk after she locked up, eyes looking out for a place to eat. 'I don't know how they can handle those high end parties, I know I'd just embarrass myself.'

Just about to turn a corner, Flora froze when a crash sounded out. A grunt of pain followed by metal hitting the ground. Hearing other people starting to whisper all around her, she hoped that nothing serious happened. Swiftly turning with wide eyes, Flora gave out a gasp at the sight behind her.

"Sonic?!"

-------------------SWEET LUXURY APARTMENTS---------------------

"Now remember, be on your best behavior, Cream dear." A tall, female rabbit dressed in a long, elegant pink dress lightly told her daughter. "There are going to be a lot of important people at this gala tonight. Do your best to make an good impression."

Cream, a similar looking female rabbit, smiled up at her mother. She was dressed in a orange, long sleeved blouse and red skirt with cream colored heels on her feet. "I know, Mother."

"Good." Vanilla, Cream's mother, smiled gently down at Cream. "Make sure to dress your best. We'll leave in a few hours. Maybe tomarrow, we can have dinner with Flora?"

At hearing Flora's name, Cream beamed up at her mother. "I'd love that!"

"I know, if only Flora could live here with us." Vanilla giggled, before waving at her daughter. "Now, be a good girl while I go work, alright? I'll come get you when it's time to go."

After hearing an agreement to what she said, Vanilla left the sitting area to head to her office. Walking in, Vanilla's smile dropped, her eyes gaining an edge to them. Walking over to her desk, she reached for her office phone with a glint in her eyes.

"Now, let's see about that little bird that can't keep quiet."

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Back in the sitting area, Cream sighed, leaning back on the leather couch she was sitting on.

Slowly, a smile grew on her face. A sly gleam entering her eyes. For some reason, she knew that change was coming. It didn't matter if it was bad or good, this fifteen year old would force it be good - for herself and her mother that is.

"I have a good feeling about this gala."

------------IN ANOTHER APARTMENT---------------

"Ash, I keep telling you, I can't go on a date with you tonight!" Mina Mongoose, a sixteen year old yellow mongoose with long purple hair, snapped into her cell phone. "I have to go with that gala with my Mom! And no, you can't come!"

Tapping her foot, Mina sighed. "Look, we can go out on a date in a few days, maybe tomorrow. You can pick what we can do!"

Finally after a long pause, Mina hung up her cell phone, only to flop down on her bed with a huge sigh.

"Why am I even still with him?" Mina groaned out, before rolling her eyes when her phone started to ring again. Reaching out and grabbing it, Mina shot up when she saw the name of who was calling.

Answering it swiftly, Mina's face turned serious.

"What do you need, boss?"

---------------MONTCLAIR MANSION--------------------

"I need everything to be perfect!" Sonia, a pink hedgehog with black eyes nearly screamed out. "This is my chance to get the more wealthy on my side for the voting!"

"I know dear, I know." Her husband, Bartleby, tried to sooth her. "And it will be!"

Sighing through her nose, she rolled her eyes while Bartleby gushed about where the gala was to be held.

"-and everyone will be there!" Bartleby grinned, not seeing his wife mocking him. "Why, I'll go make sure that our clothes are pressed and ready for tonight, dear. No need to worry about it."

Before Sonia could even say anything, he was gone. Glancing around their shared room, Sonia couldn't help but notice how cold it was.

'You just can't wait to go because Mindy will be there.' Sonia mentally growled with a scowl on her face. Bartleby was getting on her last nerve. First by not helping in her running to be mayor, and now by thinking her fears are not something to be noticed. Without the high society, she knows there is a huge chance of her not being voted in. She may have known most of these people her whole life, but that doesn't mean it grants her any favors. It just puts more pressure on her.

Rubbing her face, Sonia couldn't help but wish she didn't have to wear a public mask all the time, even in what is supposed to be her own home. But, needs are a must.

Her husband can flirt with others all he likes, it's not like she actually loves him. And it's not like he actually loves her. There was no need for love right now anyway. No, what she needs to do is win this election and get into that office.

And she was willing to do just about anything to get there.

Plastering a smile on her face, Sonia strutted out of the bedroom. There was a lot to so before the gala after all.

-----------------MOON CITY------------------

"Have you found their trail yet?!" A tall hedgehog dressed in a dark suit growled out. His crimson eyes glaring out onto his team. "If we don't find them soon, we might be blindsided again! It's already been two days, is there anything?!"

"Calm down, getting worked up isn't going to help us." A shorter and slightly chubby human officer with a black mustache tried to sooth. "We haven't found anything, but it's only been two days. He could be in any of the towns or cities near this one."

"This is the Nomad Killer." Another officer pointed out, a skunk dressed in a similar uniform as the hedgehog. "They once went cross country. Besides, do you know how many cities and towns are around us?"

The hedgehog paused, tapping his finger on the office desk he was standing at. "I want a check on all the cities and towns near us. Keep an look out. Sooner or later, a body will turn up. And when it does, we'll know which city they're in."

"The Nomad Killer's days are numbered. I'll make sure they're behind bars if it's the last thing I do."

-End Chapter-