Captured

Hero down

There was a heavy pounding in my head. It felt like so someone had hit me with a bat....or a hammer.I felt my cheeck being pressed up against something hard and cold. A dull hum sound in my ears

A thought came to me where am I?

I laid there upon the cold surface for a minute waiting for the dull throbbing to subside. When it didnt lessen anyway,I gave up and groggily opened my eyes and met light,which spiked the pain, I ignored it focusing my eyes on a gray blur. Once they had cleared I realised the thing in front of me was a cell bar. I blinked,confused ,and made to get up.

When I moved my hand ,I heard a clink of chains

I looked down, and saw that my wrists were clasped in light blue hand cuffs as well as my ankles.

What the heck is going on? I thought now throughly confuses and alert.

I used my elbows to rise,and sat cross-legged on the fooor of what I realised was a prison cell. The only thing that was in it was a small metal bench. There were no windows,no pictures. Finally, with some diffuculty, I stood and walked up to the bars grasping them, before me was a large,circular room with empty cells.there was an abyss in the middle,a walkway around that and a staircase in the middle of it,leading downwards.There wasn't much else.

Eggman took this as obeying,and nodded one,"very good,now if you'd excuse me,I have some very destructive matters to attend to, have fun being locked up!"he crackled as he left ,leaving me to stand there,almost shaking in my rage

I gripped the bars of the cell that my hands began to cramp. I didn't know what else to do but glare at the room before me. A sudden sadness engulfed me suddenly. I slid on the floor on my knees, pressing my forehead into the metal as I stared at the ground. I was forced to accept it. That Eggman had won, as the world that I knew would be destroyed..Everything would change... and my friends, are they really?

No. They can't be. I concluded. Something told me that I was right. They were out there,...some where alive

I looks back at the room,a small silver of hope forming. They were planning to fight back, and planning to get me out. Or atleast that's what I hoped. More than anything else. I had a very bad feeling that Eggman had something planned to torture me. I was his arch nemesis after all. I've been a thorn in his side for so long. It just depended on how long it would take, if they were gong to rescue me at all.

They'd better come. I thought, slowly rising to my feet. Until they do, might aswell do what I am told. No matter how awful it sounds.

I settled my self into the bench. A newly found courage spreading. I was determined not to move, no matter how uncomfortable I became, no matter how much it pained me to just sit there, doing....nothing.

It was time i learned some patience.

—in another room—

A camera screen flickered, showing an eagles eye point of view of the cell, it's occupant determined not to move. Eggman watched it intensly, fingers pressed together tightly, concentrated face darkened by the light of the screen. There were five figures behind him, seemed to await orders.

"When will we star his breaking process?" A voice asked dark and heavy.

"Soon" the doctor replied "very soon"