Dust and Shadows

Truth or Dare?

Interrogation room: March 13th, 2008
Time: 11:04:58 MST (Metropolis Standard Time)

I had been sitting in the interrogation room, just like everyone else did. It was apparent that they didn't want us speaking to each other, nor did they want us to lose what was now fresh in our minds. In any case, we all knew what was going to happen. The first thing they would try to do is establish a timeline, then they would try to get one person to change their story, If that didn't work and everything checked out then we were free to go. In every interrogation I've seen, not a single person was ever treated fairly.

It was just like before, I was stuck in a chair, which in turn was connected to the grounding wire, and again attached some type of machine. This machine however was one I didn't recognize.

Something tells me that Miles has a hand in this one. He needs to get out more.

The one thing that helped out though was the fact that this time round they didn't tie my arms to the chair. I could move freely, I could wave my arms around, yet I still couldn't move my legs. It was a painful thought, but at least I was grateful for what little movement I had.

I decided that since Sonic and I had so much fun last night, resting was probably the best thing I could do at that point. I put my arms down on the desk and silently fell into a deep sleep. Hopefully this would all blow over, and I can find out who decided to kill both of our dear friends and comrades.

Eight hours later
Time: 19:05:12 MST

I couldn't move again, however something had happened, a bright light had appeared in front of me. Even though I couldn't get out of the damn car, I had still tried to. The light kept getting brighter as an arm reached for me. It had managed to get so close that I could feel as if the entirety of the water around me had gone from freezing cold to an almost luke warm sensation.

"Shadow... It's not your time yet, Follow your heart." I could hear that very same voice again. I still had no clue who it was, but I would keep that voice fresh in my mind for as long as I shall remember it.

I tried to speak back, but again I couldn't move, and everytime I tried to I lost a little more air. In those moments that I thought I was about to black out, the voice had said a little more than I remembered from any other time I had had this dream...

"If you... then.... return..." I couldn't hear most of what the voice was saying, but I still knew that it was more than ever before. After that my mind blacked out and my body shut down.

I woke up with a startle. I had noticed that someone was now sitting in front of me.

"Sleep well Shadow?" It was Amy. She had been probably watching over me for the last few hours.

"Well, if one could get some room service around here than I would've."

She held a large record jacket in her hand, it was filled with documents pertaining to the investigation of Sonic, Knuckles, Cream, Rouge, and many others in the Agency. From what I could tell, there weren't any discs or casette tapes in there. This meant that everyone had taken to a written statement. I decided that it was probably best to do the same if she asked me to.

Amy pulled out all the documents pertaining to me, and all the written statements that had my name in it. Most of which looked like it came from Sonic and Cream's side of the records. Very little apparently came from Knuckles, and almost next to nothing from the intelligence department.

"Shadow, I'm not going to pull any punches here. Just realize that I have to ask these questions to establish a moral grounding between you and your fellow agents. Do you agree with this and wish to continue? If you don't then you will be black listed, who knows what happens to you after that." Amy had made things perfectly clear, and being black listed in this government meant three things:

First of which meant that you couldn't go anywhere, unless they decided to send you there. This meant that they could send me to some space station out in the middle of the cosmos if they wanted to. You couldn't leave, and no one could come to get you until the entire investigation was over.

Second, you had no money. If I was sent to the other side of the world, in one of the most remote paradise Islands that anyone could ever dream of going to, I would be broke. That meant no food, no water, and no roof over my head.

Lastly, if I wanted a job, I couldn't get one. Every single place you would go to would have to do a background check, anyone seeing that your black listed, would immediately turn you away and call the cops. No one wants to deal with a flunky agent. The one thing the Agency knew I couldn't also do was become a mercenary again. Anyone in that organization that found out I became an agent, would gladly have my head for more than a few million Mobian dollars.

I nodded my head, "Let's just get this over with shall we?"

"Were you in any way sexually involved with an agent named Sonic, last night March 12th?" Amy knew we were sexually involved, but it was standard to ask any questions which might have anything to do with comprimization of a mission.

I had to answer truthfully to that, "Yes."

She wrote down every detail of my answering of the question. That meant the following:

My reaction to the question, the way I answered the question, how long it took to answer the question and my expression as she asked the question.

She continued on with the questioning, "Did this affect the mission? I'm referring to how you handled the watch and whether you were on time."

"Actually, Knuckles team was allotted to have the first night watch this time round. In retrospect, seeing as how Sonic and myself can't get any alone time together when we're not on a mission, we decided to have a little fun last night. However, we woke up on time, ready to take over the watch, when we got word from the other team of the situation that was currently going on." I had nothing to fear by answering a simple question.

There were questions upon questions, most of which relating to my relationship with Sonic. However, some we're relating to my work ethic, trainees, my past, superior personnel, and all sorts of subjects with which had no relevancy to the investigation at all. Amy, once again, wrote down all the necessary items in my section of the record jacket.

"I have one last question to ask you."

I sat straight up and waited to see if this question would get me out of here.

"In the last year, we have had reports from fellow trainees, and other agents that you have been lost in thought, or were having trouble trying to sleep at night. Is this in any way related to something that you have seen, or think you have seen?" She was referring to the dreams that I was having.

On more than one occasion I would come into work after I had had that dream. Each and every time I would be lost in thought, trying to decipher it. People would ask me whether or not I was ok and I would answer with something along the lines of, "It's nothing, just a bad night of sleep that's all." or, "Having a small problem trying to focus today. Don't worry; it'll pass sooner or later."

This is one thing that could break someone. If the agency knew that I was having dreams, relating to blacking out, or drowning, or even so much as seeing another agent's death... well, they would send me straight off to the psychology department to see if there was truly something wrong. If they did find something wrong, then I would be in there for months on end, never able to see the light of day till they said I was cured. I couldn't let them do that, it would not only hurt me, but it would hurt my heartfelt lover.

I looked at Amy straight in the face, and answered...

Hopefully the one that came out of my mouth was the one that would let me go.

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(Cliffhanger!!!) And there's your update! Sorry it took so long to up date. Been depressed and suicidal lately also been cutting myself. ( yes I know I'm not supposed to but that still won't stop me.) Anyway I will try to update soon.