...Welcome To My Nightmare...

CHAPTER FOUR

★SONIC'S POV★

"This is extremely grave!" Commander Towers exclaims, squeezing the bridge of his nose. The tall human is seated at a spacious glass table with a team of other GUN agents, including Shadow, Rouge, and Omega. However, Knuckles, Tails, and I are also attending, as the commander was wanting extra assistance, especially for a case this grave.

He had admitted that this was the first time he had witnessed a case this bad.

The man believes that the culprit would eventually strike again if not found in time, which was why me Knuckles and Tails were also asked to particulate in the meeting, the commander wanting to have as much help as possible.

“If we don't find scourge quick enough, who knows what that bastard could do next.” The man mutters. However, I can’t help but squint in suspicion upon hearing his words.

"If he treated his own team in such a way, it's frightening to think about what he could do to another living being. He poses a threat to society, we've played his game and tolerated his behaviour for far too long. It's time to put a stop to this."

Towers opens a suitcase, which is stacked with multiple files. He begins passing them down through the table, until everyone has one.

As this is being done, there is some quiet conversation in the background, but I stay completely silent, my gaze fixed on the table as I am lost in contemplation.

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FLASHBACK

I ignore the voice in the back of my head screaming for me not to enter before I swiftly open the door, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the powerful stench of decaying flesh which burns my nostrils.

When I glance in front of me, I hear Knuckles gasp whereas my eyes proceden to widen. My face becomes ghostly pale and my legs start to quiver at the sight before me.

Lightning and Simian were lying on the ground, surrounded by a heap of their own dried blood. The amount of blood on the floor was so extensive that the wooden ground was barely visible.

Their limbs had been ripped off and scattered around the room, as if someone had intentionally torn them off and tossed them aside like worthless objects.

Their heads had been pulled off of their necks and affixed to the wall with a sharp piece of wood through their foreheads to prevent them from falling. Their eyes had been removed from their skulls, and their noses were torn from their faces, leaving them completely disfigured and barely recognisable.

Their skin and fur had a strange green hue, with countless maggots voraciously consuming their flesh, devouring their meat so aggressively that the movement of the maggots could be observed beneath their skin.

On the floor, just two meters away from me, lays Drago... Or who I assumed to be Drago... The corpse is laying on it's back, it's skin and flesh completely missing from it's limbs, stomach, chest, and face, leaving behind only his skeleton and some small remnants of flesh.

All his organs are gone, and his bones and skull have large bite marks, as if a wild animal had decided to feast on his body, leaving almost nothing behind...