Sonic Forces: A Pink Rabbit's First War!

Chapter 4: The Ultimate Torture

Chapter 4: The Ultimate Torture
Vertera’s POV
The cold, metallic walls of my prison seemed to close in on me like a vice. I could hear nothing but the echo of my own heartbeat and the distant, mocking laughter of Infinite, the jackal who had captured both Sonic and me. I couldn't believe this was happening—me, a simple rabbit caught in the claws of a monster bent on chaos. My initial fear morphed into a heightened sense of awareness; he had tried to break me, but I refused to succumb.
Infinite was a master of torment, both physical and mental. In one swift movement, he had dragged me into what he called his "Torture Room." I remembered the first time he raised his voice against me, a sinister melody that sent shivers down my spine. With each device he introduced, my body was subjected to unimaginable pain, but that was nothing compared to the psychic warfare he unleashed. Whispers of my darkest fears invaded my mind—visions of Sonic trapped, of endless despair.
I fought to shove those thoughts aside, gritting my teeth. I could imagine him, out there somewhere, seeking me. I couldn’t let him down. The thought kept me grounded.
Then there was the sudden sound of a struggle, followed by the unmistakable tone of justice. A spark of hope ignited inside me as I recognized the voice of Gadget, the new ally who had joined our cause. I could hear her fierce confrontation with Infinite. "We will defeat you, Infinite!" she shouted, her voice steady and fierce.
The door swung open, and there they were—Sonic and Gadget, a duo forged in determination. Sonic’s eyes, once full of worry, turned into focused determination as he spotted me, battered but unbroken. In a flash of blue and a whirlwind of resolve, they launched themselves into battle against the dark forces surrounding us. Gadget, with her inventive gadgets and quick thinking, proved to be a formidable ally.
The fight had commenced, a symphony of chaos erupting in the room. Infinite hurled shadows and illusions, but Sonic danced through them like a bolt of lightning, his quills flashing under the turbulent overhead lights. Gadget countered with mechanical contraptions, trapping shadows in cages of light and dismantling the dark energy around us.
I struggled to join the fray, every movement akin to climbing a mountain in agony, yet still I willed myself forward. “Sonic! Gadget!” I managed to call out, my voice wavering but determined. They both turned to me, their expressions filled with urgent support. Sonic’s attentive gaze lifted my spirits, while Gadget offered me one resolute nod.
With their energy as my anchor, I pressed on, my legs finding strength I didn’t know I had. Together, the three of us fought back against Infinite’s assault, countering every strike with sheer willpower. But the ultimate test came when Infinite unleashed an attack that threatened to consume the very fabric of our reality.
With one final push, Sonic capitalized on the moment—he launched forward, giving everything he had left. Gadget followed suit, coordinating her contraptions to combine with Sonic’s attack. I clenched my fists, channeling my energy into one last surge of defiance. The energy connected, a burst of light that shattered the dark prison we were trapped in.
When the dust settled, Infinite staggered back, defeated. But the victory felt hollow as I realized the toll it had taken on me. I felt my legs buckle beneath me, and just as the world around me blurred, I was caught in the air by Sonic’s steady hands and Gadget’s determined grip.
“Come on, we’ve got to get out of here!” Sonic urged, a sense of urgency weaving through his words. I felt a warmth spread through me—a blend of exhaustion and familial bond that bolstered my spirit.
Gadget leaned close, her hand firm on my shoulder. “You did it, Vertera! You held on, even when it felt impossible. We’ll get out of this together.”
Their encouragement pushed me onward, despite the pain squeezing my heart. I nodded, forcing myself to stand up straight even as the shadows of what had just happened lingered. We had faced Ultimate Torture and had emerged on the other side—together.
As we ran, the flickering lights of the torture chamber behind us flickered and dimmed, a fleeting reminder of the darkness we had just faced. I glanced at Sonic and Gadget beside me, and for the first time since my capture, a smile broke through the haze of fear and doubt. Together, we would confront whatever came next. Together, we were unstoppable.