Uprising (Infidget)

Chapter 2

Everything is black. For a while, there is nothing to speak of in the empty void encasing his withered body. Until, faintly and from the distance, a noise. Words. Mumbled and incomprehensible, but words that eventually get clear enough to form coherent sentences.

"The tyrant known as Infinite remains at large..."

"We urge anyone with information-"

".... Armed and dangerous."

"In the process of rebuilding, Praise the resistance! "

He blinks as colours swirl past his vision. Rich, dark patterns which slowly crystallise and clear to form the intricate rebellion flag which stretches across the ceiling. Groaning in defeat, Infinite lifts his head just enough to look around the room. It's painful, but as a commander he understands the value of spatial awareness. The apartment is trashed, broken down with a single dingy light switch swinging overhead. Across from him is the one he recognises from before. The one who saved him. "Who the Hell are you?!" He spits, shuffling weakly onto his elbows. He realises the threatening voices were nothing more than radio broadcasts, a radio Gadget switched off.

"I'm Gadget, and I'm glad you're awake," he says, with the mildest hint of sarcasm.

"Where am ?!" The fallen tyrant demands, resting his head on the armrest of the lumpy couch. It isn't comfortable, but it's what he needs.

"You're in my apartment, its not much to look at because of you" Gadget speaks with remarkable coolness despite his internal feud. This is the one who killed so many, destroyed entire regions and separated families. But he's also in need. I cant just ignore him knowing what would become of him. And so weak in this state so he's not a threat. "You've asked the who and the where, want to go for the why?" He offers as an icebreaker.

"Here's one for you, Infinite speaks harshly, the extreme pain seeping through each syllable. "Why am I lying here covered in blood?!"

At this, a certain pain flashes in Gadget's eyes. The sting of ingratitude. He's had expected rejoicing and something like jubilance. This is just bitterness. "I'm sorry I fired the cleaner this morning didn't have time to spend hordes of gold to find one to clean you, well I brought you back here after you-"

"Yeah I figured that one out," Infinite rolls his eyes, stretching back to crane his neck and stare into Gadget's eyes. "I meant, why the hell haven't you executed me yet?"

"Execute you?"

His eyes flicker briefly to the flag on the ceiling and the tattoos snaking up Gadget's arms. "You're a soldier, aren't you? It's your duty to kill me, since you haven't already killed me, I assume you want to rub my defeat in before bringing me to your fucking captains"

Gadget has been thinking about that a lot. His duty to the rebellion, to the people and to his hero Sonic. The absolute betrayal in his rescue of Infinite, and everything he's done since then. Its not like he even hates him any less than he should. He just...he's conflicted between his morals and this is the only thing that feels natural right now; nurse him back to health. "You aren't in good health. Please, let me help you and then...Ill see what can be done,"

With a raised eyebrow of suspicion, Infinite snorts, turning over on the couch and hearing his bones groan as he does so. I don't want your help,

"Stop being so stubborn", the other huffs, walking into the bathroom. Infinite watches him do this with squinted eyes, working up the energy to raise his head and keep alert. Just in case this does turn out to be some elaborate trap. He wouldn't put it past the blue hedgehog to lure him in with manipulation.

Gadget returns carrying a plastic bowl, steam ascending from the cloudy water it holds. A pack of bandages dangles from between his fingers like a cigarette smoked post orgasm. "What the hell are you doing? "