I Will Protect You

Prolouge

I tried...I tried so hard, but I can't escape. I've been here...stuck here in this little metal cage with only one way in and one way out.

I don't know how long I've been here. Months...maybe even years? I'm not to sure. All I know is that i'm trapped and trapped is something I don't like to be.

They do things me. Ever since I was captured it's been test after test...needle after needle...stitch after stitch and fail after fail.

What do they hope to get out of me? I don't really know. I've been asking that question ever since I got here, but I hope they find it soon so I can finally go home and live whatever I have left of this miserable life.

I am no longer who I use to be. My sharp blue quills, that could once puncture the thickest of steel, are now blunt and are no longer the azure they once were.

My eyes...the bright emeralds that once sparkled like the very stars in the pitch black night sky and burned with hope and determination that coursed through my very vanes and pumped through my beating heart are now dull and lifeless.

My unique personality ...my signature smirk and cocky attitude... are no longer with me. They fled along with my soul to a much better and happier place.

Instead I lay here in a tight blue spiky ball, in the corner of a small cramp dog kennel and sob. I no longer eat or sleep because of the fears of being tested on and the nightmares that haunt my thoughts.

I no longer speak, because I have no will or desire to. I no longer find it worth my time. Instead all I do is scream when the pain gets to agonizing or whimper when I can no longer scream.

I no longer trust because that's what got me into this situation in the first place. I trusted the enemy like I gave so often without any consequence, so i brought this misery to myself. The trusting, forgiving person that use to be me finally got what was coming to him.

I am no longer a person according to them. According to them I am just another test subject, an experiment, a mistake, a guinea pig waiting for them to do chaos knows what to me, and the worst part is... I...can't...stop... them.

They took it from me...they did something to me and took it away...my only defense...my only escape...what made me who I am...my speed... along with my freedom and humanity... now I am nothing, but a hallow shell of my former self. Nothing but a new test dummy counting down the moments and awaiting for the day they finally kill me. The day I will finally be free.

I have lost all hope. I know no one will save me, because who would rescue a hero? It doesn't work that way! It simply isn't done!

So that is why I sit here in my helpless, quivering, pale blue ball awaiting for death or more torture whatever comes first, and nothing else, because now there is nothing else to look forward to. I have no faith, I don't believe things could get better, because in my eyes nothing can save me now.

Who am I? Well now I am test subject A13B2 but I use to be Sonic The Hedgehog and I am sure gonna miss him.