Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deliverance ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A/N: Akari helped some more with the medical stuff. And we had some long medical conversations lol
A/N: Logic may be needed to take a backseat for a lil while with this one.
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Deliverance< /b> Part 2
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“I waited for you…today.”~ Barlow Girl (Never Alone)
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Softly, the faint whispers of a quietly subdued voice drifted peacefully into the air. Light harmonious words dappled the secluded room, caressing the feathery lips they passed between.
Still in the operating room, while still unconscious, Rouge continued to be worked on.
In the depths of her subconscious slumber, her mind became in such a state that allowed her to sing.
Was she singing of remorse? Or could she be singing about a new start?
Her faint words continued to flow from her soft lips as if they were small rivers rolling over rocks into a stream.
The only thing being taken away from her was her freedom of choice as well as her dignity.
In her mind, nothing had been left for her to live for or grab onto. Shadow was everything to her, and he always would be.
Despite the fact that he had lied to her and left her behind—she still willed to be with him—even in death.
Hours passed as her lengthy procedure continued. It was a simple process of very few steps, but the chemicals and medicines used were very delicate and high in the development stage. This new drug, was being tested in Rouge’s body first to see how a female body would react to Accelerated Birth Enzymes.
For a female bat of her standards, expected birth development for her would last between at least 6-7 months, yet the drug would speed up the process to 4 or 5 1/2, if working properly. There was a calculated 89.999 percentage of its success—but that was only a “fun” estimate guess by the President and scientist that operated on her.
Looming over her with the tube of the substance in hand, the doctor placed one latex-gloved hand on the left side of her abdomen and carefully inserted the syringe.
After seconds of allowing the liquid to be injected into her body, the doctor removed the syringe and placed a medicated cloth patch over the wound to allow it to heal faster.
Another experimental creation.
After taping the patch down to her skin, the doctor, pulled her tattered and dirtied t-shirt nonchalantly over the spot and proceeded to clear out of the room.
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Weary moments later, Rouge had finally awoken. Her eyes held a blank stare as they immediately positioned on the hot white glare of the florescent lights above her.
Startled and confused, her mouth hung in a gape as her alert eyes darted feverishly around the room.
The white walls, the white floor, the white door…
She turned her head quickly to the other side of the room.
A metal table holding a tray greeted her immediately, as well did another blank wall.
White…everything was stark white and sterile.
Her body began to shake as she realized where she had gone.
A hospital…A hospital..?!
She hated hospitals…despised them.
With a yelp, she sprung upwards in the harsh bed and kicked the covers off from around her feet.
Fleeting eyes scanned the room within seconds and as soon as she noticed the wires, devices and machines she was hooked up to, a hand immediately lashed out to tear them from her body as best as she could.
Machines…
IV…
Countless needles…
She hated it---all of it…
She wanted it gone.
As she tore the contraptions from her body a sharp jolt caused her to suddenly stop and she doubled over in pain.
Grasping her abdomen securely, she winced and shivered everytime she tried to move her body in such a way that would allow her to have a closer look.
With a shaking hand, she reached down and bit her lip as she pulled up the edge of her shirt and screamed at what she saw.
“Oh my God!!” she shrieked, her tone heightening uncontrollably. “OH MY GOD!!!”
Only having a flurry of ideas with what had happened, Rouge burst into tears and fell forcefully against the cold bed, shaking and curling into a ball, despite the tearing pain.
But she knew one thing.
Her body---had been tampered with.
She was used in studies and experiments she wasn’t ever informed of.
Anything could have been injected into her or removed.
But a sudden lack of sanity had beaten them all.
In a fit of rage, she yelled and screamed, clenching her fists and sending objects flying in a spiral swirl around the room.
With another release of a bellow, the machines next to her lost function and were set ablaze immediately.
Shadow’s genes were being used to a full extent without her knowledge. She had been thrown into a blind and emotional rage and nothing and no one could stop her except herself and Shadow.
Her lover---her savior.
But where was he now?
Gone?
Gone.
Unable to hold back her aching thoughts, within the blink of an eye, Rouge disappeared from the room and into a nearby hallway. Stumbling and struggling to stand on her own two feet from the sudden warp and finally walking again, with almost every other awkward step Rouge took, she would warp to further part of the hallway.
Any and nearly every type of machinery in her wake was destroyed by her very presence alone and the sprinkler joined her in a riot of their own.
All at once they broke free from their suspended animation and spun wildly, coating the rooms with thick shields of showering liquid.
But this was almost completely unknown to Rouge as she continued to trudge the hallways, looking for a way out of that despicable place.
With an irritated glare towards one of the sprinklers, it broke apart upon contact—as well did the others that met with her despising eyes.
But she was still under the influence of many medicines, and while these showcase of powers wasn’t from the drugs, their presence delayed her reaction to their after-effects.
But soon, the elements of their potency began to wear off, and Rouge, now becoming severely weakened by the after-effects, being injected with Shadow’s genes and handling the pelting weight of the sprinklers themselves, slowly she fought with it until she sank to her knees.
In a drenched and defeated heap on the floor, Rouge shut her eyes and awaited the worst.
But instead, firm and warm hands had reached under her sides and scooped her up. The next thing she knew, she was being carried off by some unknown figure—who surprisingly felt very familiar to her.
A faint and exhausted smile played briefly across her lips as she held her ‘savior’ closer and uttered a name.
But was it the right one?
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Shadow clutched Rouge close to his chest as they appeared suddenly in a forest, engulfed in a bright warm light. Landing lightly with her still held closely to him, he discreetly scanned their horizons and ran off to find a safer location to place her.
Coming into a clearing where the shine of the moon could be seen shimmering through the treetops, Shadow tenderly placed her down in a patch of livid green grass.
Silently apologizing to her that it couldn’t have been better, Shadow gently caressed her face. Quickly he pulled off his other glove with his teeth and placed a nervous hand against her forehead, her cheek and then to her neck.
She was very warm, but it didn’t feel quite like a fever.
Feeling a swift pain of worry pierce his heart, Shadow hastily undressed her.
Tossing her clothing aside, his mouth fell open as a sharp gasp escaped from it.
‘That wound…!’ he cried in his mind, hesitantly fingering the bandage. Glancing upto Rouge’s forlorn and exhausted features as she slept, he apologized to her again as he yanked the bandage off of her and placed his fingers across the spot where the syringe was inserted.
And from what he eyes beheld, he knew what they had done.
A wave of nausea swept over him as he vividly imagined the whole scenario. Did the doctors even know that his sperm was defective?! His whole body shuddered at the thought and he roughly shook his head to clear his mind of it.
Shadow feverishly glanced upto Rouge again, random and explicit thoughts crossing his mind of her possible reactions at the news.
Would she be relieved that she was pregnant? Would she even want the children?
They were his right? Right?
‘They had better have been’ he thought sharply, feeling his loathing anger towards GUN and the President to grow even larger.
If Rouge hadn’t been with him at this moment, he would have gone to the white house in less than twice the speed of light and destroyed everyone in the vicinity that worked for GUN and the President.
But now, Rouge—and their children—came first.
And Shadow would see to that no matter what.
Yet deep within his being, a dark cackle echoed throughout him.
Liar…