He is My Master

42: Worth A Chance - part 1

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Shadow woke up with the most searing headache possible, and when memory caught up with him like a steam train only a split-second after, he also remembered he should be happy he even still had a head.

"Ouuh..." the Ultimate Lifeform groaned in what was probably not the most original way, but he also thought that anyone complaining about his dialogue should pretty please get in here and see for themselves how they would fare after being paralyzed and thrown into...wait, where was he, actually?

Red eyes finally blinked open, and Shadow was able to form a rather blurry picture of his surroundings as the world slowly shifted into focus again. He was lying on some damp mass...straw? His nose twitched; the air was chilly, damp and stale, and everything was bathed in twilight, no noise discernible apart from his own breathing. Surrounding him were walls of black stones, the room he was in seeming small. Shadow tried to sit up...

...and every single previous observation became entirely unimportant as the next thing he saw was the beaten-up, unconscious blue-furred body of the single thing that mattered most to him lying on the other side of the cell.

"Sonic!" a hoarse whisper escaped Shadow's throat before he could stop it, the Ultimate Lifeform immediately scrambling to half-crawl, half-drag himself over to where Sonic lay. His own body hurt like hell, muscles cramping and Chaos caches near-drained, but Shadow could already tell he wasn't seriously injured - yet. But what about Sonic...?

"Dammit, faker, don't leave me here...!" hissed Shadow, already kneeling by the injured speedster's side and checking for damage. Gloved hands ran over the blue and peach pelt, but fortunately could not find any broken bones or anything else but skin-deep cuts and some bruises. Sonic was also breathing steadily, which helped to calm Shadow down a bit. Apparently, they were both okay...

Which still does NOT change the fact we're also in a goddamn prison, the black hedgehog immediately added with a mental growl. Now that Sonic's condition (who would probably wake up soon, Shadow thought) was not an immediate concern any more, he was also able to easily take stock of their surroundings in full – not that there was much to take stock of, anyway. It was a nearly feature-less dungeon room of dark stones, about three by three metres wide, filled on the side with a pile of old straw Shadow had woken up on, illuminated by a small, half-round barred window high in one wall that let some moonshine in, and closed off to the corridor outside by a row of thick steel bars. It was a cell you would be able to find in any standard fantasy novel or videogame, except that in this one they seemed to have forgotten the secret passageway for the hero to escape.

There were also rings with chains embedded into the stones, again, and Sonic actually had both of his wrists manacled into the steel cuffs and lay half-slumped with his back against the wall, arms and body held up halfway by the short links of chain. Shadow could already see that when Sonic awoke, he would very likely not be able to stand up or do anything else besides remaining sitting against the stone or lying on his back, and the black hedgehog could also already predict how that was likely to affect the blue speedster's mood. He himself had remained unbound for whatever reason. Also, they had taken the sword Sonic had nicked from Scourge and Shadow's cape and shoulder plate, but left all the rest of their clothing – most importantly their shoes. Shadow finally rose from his crouch next to Sonic when he had made sure the other really was as okay as could be expected and then strode over to bars to peer out into the corridor.

His status had turned from Prince to prisoner, now. What had happened after they had been knocked out? He didn't know. Had any others been killed or injured? What was Black Doom planning with them now? Shadow's head was a mess of questions and migraine, and unfortunately, when he looked out into the torch-lit corridor and the first thing he saw was Lazar, he immediately knew one of the conditions was about to get worse.