Scourge the Hedgehog

Freedom was sweet.

The days of bullying were over and now Scourge could walk around with his head held high, no longer worrying about his safety - he was more than happy to show what he could do in a fight if asked.

He had taken up a hobby of walking up to the prison walls, lighting a cigarette and watching the prisoners. Sometimes, when he saw a familiar face, he would deliberately attract their attention, piss them off and then enjoy watching the prison guards subdue the angry prisoners.

It was a thrill - to tower over these assholes and show them that the power was no longer in their hands.

"Freaks," Scourge chuckled hoarsely, taking a drag on his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of his mouth. "Who has the last laugh, huh?" The grin on his lips grew wider.
Lazily stamping his boots on the ground beneath him, Scourge looked around, wondering what he should do until his thoughts were interrupted by someone walking towards him.