The Blue Comet

The Nightmare

Pain. That was the first thing Sonic recognized as his eyes began to flutter. The pain of forceful kicks, stinging of cuts, and bruises, oh the bruises everywhere, if it weren't a normal color for him waking up as one blue bruise would have fit the perfect image of what he felt at that moment. For a good three minutes he couldn't blink, talk, or move. His body wailed and shook with the throbbing shock of pain, it was as if the bruises were so deep, they were imprinted on his bones. He squeezed his eyes feeling the tears want to escape and tried to let them but they could only bead the outside rim of his eyes not being able to spill enough out from his already closed eyes getting tighter. Finally he was able to focus his attention on his surroundings, at least his hearing anyway. There were more people with him, three distinct voices. That of a child, but not too young, and a deeper smooth voice, and then a husky voice that seemed to be used to talking loudly however was trying to keep it in a whisper. What they were saying was still garbled by pain blaring for attention, but he wanted to see where he was, and who he was with. Chaos forbid it was back at the White House with the president whispering at his ear and his two robot henchmen! The panic let his eyes fly open and somehow he managed to sit up, instantly regretting doing so. He doubled over in the pain again finding himself resting on a old brown couch, it's cushions inches thick and cradled his aching body, but it didn't matter it still hurt. The walls of the room were a clear white, and finally he glanced over to the voices; or whom they belonged to. A fusha chameleon with a bright yellow horn, his eyes a honey yellow warmly looked back at him, a young bee excitedly hovering next to his companions, and a wide light green crocodile, all watching him with concern.

"Hey" The bee finally broke the silence again , "You're okay Sonic, don't move around. We'll take care of you!"
Of course they would know his name, everyone on this damn planet seems to know him more than he does. But he was in no position to resist, so he lied still slowly breathing noticing his wounds that still felt terrible were already wrapped.
"If you think you'll be able to, I have something that could help ease the pain." The chameleon answered seeing his labored movements just to relax.

"I..I think so." He managed to answer in a whimper that he couldn't hide.
"You don't remember us, and I'm sure yer tired of hearin this, but we're glad yer back Sonic." The crocodile waddled out of the way as the chameleon slinked past almost effortlessly with the thin space he was left to get by with grabbing out a box from the cabinet.
"I have a picture." Sonic mumbled trying to stay still, he found the less movement he made the less his body would react to the pain.
"Yeah!" The bee said excitedly, "We took that together after one of our adventures, rescuing a missing chao!"
"A.. Chao?"
"It's not important now. Don't talk much either. You need rest now." The chameleon handed him a small dot of a pill and a cup of water. The effort of grabbing the glass made him shudder, his arm shook as if it was yelling at him 'nope!' But he forced it, just long enough to toss his head back and take the pill. The cup was grabbed from his hand as he let his arm fall back to his side. "Who are you guys...?"
"We're your friends." They all said at the same time.
"No more questions tonight. Rest. And then tomorrow we can answer more." The smooth deeper voice of the chameleon enchanted his eyes to falling shut once more, or maybe it was the pill, but could it really work so fast? Or he was exhausted and the pain had severely drained him as soon as he had come to. He drifted back into a deep sleep and a dream.

Stars sprawled out in front of him, never ending lengths of blackness dotted in stars. Something urge him to look behind him, so he turned and saw a large moon, but it wasn't a moon. It glowed like the moon, pale cool light in a bluish white aura, it had a pitted rough surface like the moon, but it wasn't a moon at all, a man made spacecraft with rows and rows of windows, showing hallways and rooms. As he looked closer he suddenly was inside the craft feeling its warmth, it's youth, it's possibilities. Near the window two figures were seen, in a static fog he couldn't quite make them out. One was slender and tall with long hair an outline of a dress or skirt framed it's body. And the other, was definitely a hedgehog, no taller than himself, but his quills curved in their own distinctive shape, he could tell it wasn't himself. The two static figures stood by the window every now and then would look back at each other and nod their heads as if talking, but he couldn't hear any words, or anything else, the electrical buzz from the thousands of lights this spacecraft was using just to light up the halls, it was all quiet. The two seemed to be enjoying their company and he began to drift away from them down the hall looking around from room to room. But then, the warm and calm atmosphere had changed. A cold chill ran down his spine causing his quills to stand up and his heart thundered in his head replacing the silence that once rang in his ears. He knew this feeling, he felt it in the false flashbacks of his memories, the two blurred figures now running down the hall, right towards him as the flashing lights of red flooded his vision, the two figures passed right through him as if he were a ghost, and another figure, with a gun pointed at him, only it looked and felt as this figure could see him! The hedgehog and girl having already rounded the corner, but the man took his aim right at him, but he was met by a warm hand around his wrist that yanked him forward and out from the bullets path, instead it hit the girl, falling face first to the floor. He was let go, and his feet felt like lead seeing the body just drop that way, almost lifeless had it not clung to the hedgehog that turned back for her.