I Will Protect You

Chapter 3

Sonic's POV
Pain...all I feel is pain. The leather straps used to tie me down during my most previous torture session, chafe my wrists and ankles as I begin to squirm, as the anesthetics slowly began to wear off and the pain of the procedure slowly overwhelms me.

My vision is blurred as I open my eyes and try my hardest to adjust to the blinding light. My mouth is dry from lack of proper nourishment and my body feels like it's on fire.

I hate it when they do this to me. They drag me to this room, drug me and proceed to ravage my body and do chaos knows what to me.

They practically destroy me every time they do this, but I know they don't care.

I wince as I try to lift my head to get a good look at myself and I gasp in horror at what I see and quickly close my eyes and look away.

I had fresh new stitch marks going along my sides and legs, and patches of my fur on my arms were gone and replaced with small beads of blood slowly leaking down my shoulder.

Those results from the procedure is what I was use to, but the part that made a shiver run down my spine at the very thought of it was what did they do to my stomach.

On the lower part of my abdomen lay a large, poorly sown up, gnarly scar still oozing out tickles of blood.

I felt like crying when the thoughts of the last time I had a operation like this occurred to me. This would make the second time I had fully been operated on.

The first time was when I was first brought here. They drugged me that time to, and seemed totally ok with taking away the only thing that I found meaningful and filled my life with purpose. My speed. My beautiful, unique, awesome speed that nobody had except me and one other person.

I cringed as thoughts of him popped into my head. I missed him... he was the only person on this entire planet that could keep up with me...he was the only person I really trusted to fight by my side and be there for me no matter what...he was my first and only friend...he was Shadow the hedgehog.

My ear flicked when I heard the doors open and then the sound of shoes tapping on the tile floor. I had to use most of my strength just to turn my head and when I managed to do that I immediately   wish that I hadn't.

Walking toward me was an old male scientist with gray hair and a smug look on his face. Dr. Phitts Valentine.

I hate that man. Every time I see him my blood runs cold and I can't help but shiver. He was the one that captured me and took away my speed...he was the one that was responsible for all the pain and torture they put me through...and worst of all... he enjoys it.

Every time I scream or cry in pain, he laughs. It's such a  maniacal laugh. It was enough to make a bear cringe and run away... enough to make the most craziest  person cower and become sane...enough to make the hero of möbius quiver and cry and that's exactly what I was doing.

I thought my suffering was done for the day, but was almost instantly proven dead wrong as he approached me a metallic tray filled to the maximum quantity with syringes, scalpels, scissor, needls, a variety of different bottles of drugs, and other things that I couldn't even recognize.

Terror spread across my face as he turned his back on me and set the tray down on a table.

He looked at me over his shoulder with an evil toothy grin plastered on his old wrinkled face, as he turned around with a large syringe in his hand with a very long six inch needle attached to it.

My breath hitched at the sight and he laughed, highly amused with my horror struck face. "Let's begin with the operation shall we?"  He chuckled, as slowly approached me with the needle. I began to kick and squirm in attempt to try and prolong my gruesome fait for as long as possible.

"Hold still you little blue rat, there is no point in waisting your useless energy and my precious time in fighting the  inevitable!" He chuckles as he dug the full six inch needle into my stomach and injected the substance into me. "

I screamed a blood curdling cry of pain as the needle was buried into my sensitive skin. Tears flooded out of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling of the lab.

"I just wanna die. I wish that I could just die right and never have to go through this anymore!"I screamed  while Dr. Valentine continued to chuckle at my begs and pleads.

I flinched and winced when the needle was removed and another was jabbed into both of my thighs. "We can't risk your only defense coming back now can we?" He said after yanking the syringe out of my leg.

My legs slowly started to go numb as they always do. This is how they kept me from running away, actually this is how they kept me from getting up at all, and now that my usual injections were complete the real torture was about to begin.

Shadow's POV
I immediately stopped walking out of the room once I heard the blood chilling scream again. This was twice that I've heard this and it was making me nervous.

'That has to be Faker I just know it is! There is no other Mobian in the world with a voice as unique as his, and if it is then I can't let them do this him, rival or not! I have to find someway to get him out of here before it's to late unless it's already to late? Is it? I sure hope not.

Don't worry Faker i promise I will save you...Somehow!' I then lost all focus on what i was doing as I began to devise a plan.

~TBC