Puzzle Pieces (Shadow The Hedgehog Love Story)

Chapter 8

Once everything was placed where it belonged, I collapsed onto my bed. My ear perked up and twisted to the side as Shadow came over and crawled in next to me. His hand firmly grasped mine as he shifted his weight into me. He stared deeply into my eyes, both of us remaining silent. I found myself becoming relaxed; his body temperature warming me. I shifted myself closer, absorbing more of the warmth he emitted. His head came to rest on my chest, his arms now wrapping around my waist.
"I don't want to lose you on a mission... it's safer for you here." He murmured into my chest. He shifted his muzzle to my neck and kissed it a few times tenderly.
"I know." I started petting him, each kiss had sent shivers through my spine. "I don't want to lose you either, you know?" He nodded some. I sighed softly, my hand continuing its rhythm of petting.
Silence ensued the room quickly. I relaxed and rested my head just above his; allowing myself to envelope myself in this peaceful moment I found my heart pounding quite hard, butterflies daring to float around my stomach. A weak smirk worked its way out of me; looks like I'm still capable of feeling like this... I thought this would have been something I'd eventually outgrow.
I moved slightly to get a good view of Shadow's face. His eyes were closed gently, his breathing was soft and steady, body limp. He's asleep. I carefully pulled the thick, soft sheets over us, not wanting to accidentally wake him, and not wanting him to be cold either. I pressed my lips against the top of his head; "Sweet dreams..." I breathed out, whispering it into the still air. I then laid there for a few hours simply watching him sleep with the occasional twitching from his dreams.

My body and mind were numb, nothing but darkness surrounded me, the only thing else was the bouncing thoughts that floated in the empty spaces of my mind.
That dream was weird... being kidnapped with a bunch of other kids. Humans too. Why were we all human...?
That one girl could see the future, and there were strange creatures too,- animals walking on two legs, with clothing.
There were woods everywhere... I was running before we were caught... were we searching for one another, or was I the only one searching and gathering?
Gathering the kids... why? Were they even kids? Or were they young adults, like me?
Young adult... eighteen through twenty-five or so... right?
Perhaps.
Is that how old I really am?
How should I know when this was all just a dream... wasn't it?
Silence lingered for a brief moment.
That girl said we were gonna die when we were all thrown into that vehicle. We were all on the floor... the seats were folded up surrounding us all...
I was so scared. When they slammed down the seats on us repeatedly I thought we were going to die then, there, just like that girl said.
So scared... So much fear... Can't die, not now... I must hide the tears. I need to hide the fear.
I'm afraid of the pain... The pain that comes with death.
Death.
Pain.
Fear.
Silence.
The unknown.
Never being found.
I need to be rescued...
My phone... They didn't take it. I must hide it.
The phone is bright. I must not use it.
I need to contact him, I need to contact help, the one that leads the military. He must help me. He will help me... he will save me right?
He wouldn't let me die would he?
Save me!!!
"Sleep." I obeyed.
The sun... it's bright.
Are they watching?
No they are driving. I must text him now.
What if they see?
They won't. The phone won't illuminate anything.
Signal, signal, signal! Come on!
Yes!
'Kidnapped. Need help. In a black van. Track my phone.' The text was sent.
Please respond.
The notifications! Silent only.
Thirty percent battery.
Battery set to 'battery saving mode'.
Hurry... hurry... hurry...
Must hide phone.
The van it stopped. Were we caught?
I. Was I.
Please respond.
"Water, food, bathroom." The voice from earlier demanded.
Vague images of water collecting and drinking flashed through my mind, however the image of drinking the water with the life straws seemed to be the only true image that seemed to stay in my head.
Are we going to die now?
No.
They are loading us back into the van. It's mid-day.
That brown haired kidnapper... her hair is so short.
She is familiar, but how?
Is it one of his agents?
Please.
He sent help! He responded!
Don't get found out.
If she gets found out I'm done for. If she is found out...
We will all meet our deaths sooner rather than later.
He wont let that happen.
Why would he risk the military for you?
I...
I...
My voice slowly faded out, the bitter quiet consuming me. Each bump instilled the seeds of fear deeper.
We stopped.
Black is all there is beyond the window.
Were those windows always there?
That lady!
The one he sent.
She is out there. I feel it.
"Sleep time.", another voice called.
It's so cold. I can't stop shaking.
Stay still. The door, it opened.
I'm asleep. I'm asleep. I'm asleep. Don't get caught. Don't get caught. Don't get caught.
Phone. Phone. Phone.
Stay still.
A blanket was placed over me. I jerked, fear stabbing at my heart, spreading through my body with the blood in my veins. The agent placed a finger over her lips. She then left me, only the warmth of the blanket remained.
A note.
She snuck a note!
Read it. Carefully.
Can't get caught.
'Message received. Doing all that can. Dispose of this carefully.'
How?
No where to hide it.
Eat it.
No!
Eat it.
But...
Fine. Get us caught. Get us killed. It's not just you in this situation. There are five others.
Five...
The door. Quick, hide the paper.
Sleep...
...
The sun, it's rising.
The paper; quickly!
It tastes horrible.
Suck it up. You're alive, and so are they.
Gun fire!
The agent.
We're fucked.
No.
I'm scared.
He will send another one. He will save us.
No he won't. Why would he? We are a few nothings.
They are everything. The military saves many, not few.
We are few. We are dead.
He must. He must... He must... He will.
You may say that, our heart says otherwise.
I'm scared. I don't want to die...
Hide it under the carpeting.
Don't notice! The phone slipped snugly under the carpeting of the van, resting between some metal.
Those men. They are searching.
Searching... Don't find it.
If they find it we are dead.
We can't die.