Saving Him

⚠ Rated Mature for vivid violence. No sex, and partial use of foul language. ⚠

Sonic has gone missing.

I don't know where he is, if he's okay, I'm on the brink of calling him dead. My entire life fell apart, and everyone else didn't undertake in giving him the title. Without Sonic, there is no faith, there is no hope, there is no me, but...

There he was, standing before me. A wicked smile curved across his bloodied muzzle with an edged knife covered in fresh red ooze in his grasp. His body would jolt and twitch with every second gone by. Those -- what once to be -- emerald, caring irises were now heartless, demonic eyes glaring daggers into my tear-filled jade pupils threatening to rid of my helpless life. Deep down I could still see him there, suffering the consequences, to break free of his internal prison, but he snapped.

I had then realized I lost my hero, my love, my Sonic. My traumatized mind told me he was gone, and I could've never taken the chance of Saving Him...