Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Grasping the Chaos ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nao-Chii 
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.15.2010 | Updated On: 01.15.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 410 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.15.2010 | Updated On: 01.15.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 410 | Status: Work In Progress
Grasping Chaos
By: Nao-Chii
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this…? I mean, I just love pretending these guys are mine…
…..
Fine.
Sonic and comp are not mine… but I wish they were. ;.;
Pairings: Shadow/Sonic, Knuckles/Tails and more to come… If my lazy ass feels like it…
Rated: M, Just in case, I don’t know where my crazy fingers or my perverted mind will lead me. :D
Warnings: 1.) Yaoi. Meaning malexmale. 2.) OOC. 3.) Randomness. 4.) First timer writer.
Summary: Sonic turns 21 and he decides to move from his adoptive mom’s home and study in campus thinking he could get more manly if he takes care of himself with no help from his overprotective mother. But life outside his environment is a little hard for the young man, even more so when a perverted stalker decides to move along with him… without him knowing! Who could save our cute little Sonic from the claws of this cruel real world?!
Chapter 1
The car came to a sudden stop. A heavy sigh could be heard as the young man unbuckled his seat belt. The boy ran his hand through his spiked up blue hair as he closed his emerald green eyes slowly. The passenger was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a dark red jacket with the zipper undone and a yellow scarf was wrapped around his pale neck, trying to cover as much of his skin as he could. His oversized dark blue jeans were covering his red and white sneakers.
“Hey, the meter is running, kid.” The driver reminded him tiredly.
The boy nodded as he shifted on his seat, moving closer to the right side door, he took the handle and pulled on it, trying to get the heavy door open, he frowned, nothing happened. A soft click was heard as the driver unlocked the taxi doors, and the young boy flinched, he snatched his hand back as if he had been burned and looked around, his breathing was heavy. It took a few second for his brain to register that he no longer was in danger… he was finally safe.
The driver, not wanting to waste more time, took his own seatbelt off and stepped outside the cab. He went to the back of the car as the young boy slipped out of his seat and onto the streets. With two of his finger the older man took the cigarette from between his lips and threw the butt on the ground stepping on it to put it out, his brown dress shoes were scratched and dirty from a hard day of work. He kicked the rest of his cigarette off to the sidewalk. He pulled on his gray beanie to cover more of his ears and unlocked the trunk. He groaned and rolled his eyes as he looked back at the kid. “Yea, this shithole is called L.A.” The man shot bitterly as he took the luggage from within. “If you’re not careful enough you’ll end up dead in one of these streets.” He finished as he turned to the side and spit, his throat feeling dry because of the three packs of cigs he had that day.
A small smile formed on the boy’s pink lips from under his scarf, his bright green eyes flashing with a little excitement. He had never seen such a big city before, him coming from a small quiet town. The tall buildings were lit with lights as the day turned darker and the young traveler look up at them. Someone bumped into him and the woman apologized as she continued her hurried walk. The streets were filled with people; mothers holding onto their children as they walked through the sea of people. Cars were rushing through the streets, honking to the casual jaywalkers whom seem to be more interested in their phones than in their very own lives. Shops were still open to the public, offering different merchandise: from flower, to jewelry, to toys, clothes, even furniture.
“Kid! I don’t have the whole freaking day!” The driver sounded annoyed. “Gimme my damn money and I can go have a few drinks, go to a strip club, and eventually, if I’m drunk enough, go home and have sex with the fat pig I have as my wife!”
The emerald eyed boy’s cheeks turned bright pink with embarrassment; he couldn’t believe the older man had just said that. He nodded slowly, and dug in his pocket. He took out a few bills and handed it over to the taller man. In a flash, the man snatched the money and grinned wickedly. “If my wife was as fine as you, I wouldn’t even need the buzz to help me bang her!” The man laughed and slammed the trunk back shut as he looked him up from head to toes, the man nodding approvingly.
“About time! Sonic!”
A slightly buffed red haired boy was running to greet his friend. White gloves covered the powerful hands as the other jugged towards the blue haired one. A red tank top which showed the other muscled body, dark brown commando pants that looked a little too big for him, but fit him perfectly, and finishing with plain white snickers, a single green stripe running along the sides.
“Knuckles!” Sonic grinned as the other come closer to him.
Violet eyes turned into a frown as they fit themselves on the driver, Knuckles gritted his teeth as he spoke coldly. “Yo. Old Man. Stop trying to hit on my friend and get the hell outta here before I bang your head on that freaking taxi!” He growled at the driver who just ran back into his car and drove off. The scritching of tires leaving marks on the ground as the other one rushed to get out of the moody teenager’s sight.
Sonic closed his eyes and looked down, hoping his long blue hair would hide his face even more. Why was he like this…? Even though he was a guy... he looked like a-…
The young boy looked up as a hand was laid on his shoulder and tried his best to smile. Knuckles gave the smaller man’s a smile, he was pretty sure it looked more like a grin, but something was something… “Hey…” He said softly. “It’s not your fault. Its morons like that guy for being jackasses.” He finished and Sonic couldn’t help but chuckle.
The blue haired young man smiled back and shook his head, trying to hold back the giggles. “You and Tails have always known how to make me feel better…” He whispered and then blinked. “By the way… Where is Tails?”
Knuckles shrugged as he picked up both suitcases and nodded towards the parking lot. “He stayed home. Said he wanted to make you something good to eat before we take you to your new school.” He chuckled as Sonic’s stomach growled at the thought of Tails’s home cooking. “We’re close to my car, don’t worry, we’ll be home in no time.” He promised as he switched both suitcases to one hand, his other one rummaging through his pocket in search of his keys. He took the small control out and pressed one of the three buttons on the device. A red Torch RFC lights came to life and the slightly tanned boy grinned with pride. The car looked better than new.
Green eyes widen at the sight before him, then he turned back to his old friend. “Knuckles! How the hell-?!”
Knuckles shook his head as he put the luggage in the small trunk. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” He smirked. “This car is older than both of us together!” He pressed the button again and the trunk door closed slowly. “You know Tails,” He continued. “He wanted to give me a nice birthday present and once he gets his mind set up into something there is no one who can talk him outta it!” He opened the door to the passenger seat and allowed Sonic to step inside, then close it, he then walked round it and slipped into the driver’s seat, the seatbelts were automatic, Tails knew his boyfriend would sometimes just ‘forget’ to click it. “He worked on this beauty for nearly six months. Looks like the real thing, huh? But he twinkled with it and made it completely from scratch. The perfect racing car! ”
Too shocked to talk, Sonic looked around inside the small car. “All I can say is, wow!”
The long haired boy laughed. “I was like that when I first saw it! I even slept in here for three nights! Until Tails came out to fetch me, he was getting jealous of the damn car!”
Both boys burst out laughing. Sonic couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed this hard, his eyes were watering and he was pretty sure his cheeks were turning red. Thank god for the scarf.
Knuckles started the car, his left hand flying to take the steering wheel and his right hand getting a hold of the stick shift. He was used to driving with his left hand; he even drove Tails’ automatic car with his left hand as well. He pulled out of the parking lot, paying the man standing at the exit as he did so, then pulled to the busy streets.
Sonic was busy looking outside the window now. The city was such a relief for him. Being out of that small town was the best that could’ve happen to him. “Sonic.” The blue one turned to his friend and blinked. “Don’t hide from yourself.” The other said softly. “You are who you are. You don’t have to run from yourself. Just accept who you are.”
“It’s hard when everyone you met wants to get inside your pants…” He whispered as he pulled his scarf up to his nose.
“Listen to me.” The car came to a stop as the yellow light changed to red and Knuckles turned to the younger boy, giving him his full attention. “Nothing will happen again. I promise it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. I’m stronger now.” His hands moved slowly, careful not to scare the blue haired one away, one of those hands pushed the scarf off the other’s face, the other one caressing the soft cheek. “I’m your brother and I won’t let anyone hurt you, Blue, no one…”
A small smiled and a nod was the only answer he could give. “I know, Red…” He snuggled back in his seat and wrapped his arms around himself. His eyes sliding shut slowly as his tired body complained for some sort of rest.
~oOo~
The man grunted as he tried to push the door to the boys room open with his wide buffed shoulder. Only one kid was in the spacious room. Seven of the eight beds were empty. The nuns decided to go camping with the kids outside, but only little Sonic had to stay behind in the orphanage. He got sick while playing outside with the other orphans, getting wet with a hose in the garden was a bad idea. The old man tried to push on the door once again and he cursed when the hard wooden door would not give. It made the boy in his bed jump a little, his small hands gripping the covers tightly, the tiny fingers turning white with fright, his legs close to his body as he sat on his bed shivering with fright. Another bang on the door and the green eyes closed tightly with a little whimper, tears were now forming in those beautiful green depths as scary thoughts formed in his mind. The man then kicked the door and the door slammed the wall, some of the nails coming lose as it squeaked loudly.
Sonic’s sobbing became more desperate. He was scared. His nose caught the smell of liquor and he knew exactly what was coming next. It was gonna happen again…
A loud laugh could be heard throughout the room as the man stared at the broken door, steps following. “Sonic, you’re so cute…” another curse as the man’s foot hits one of the beds, “You are-” hiccups, “so very cute.”
“Please don’t…” The trembling voice at the far end whispered. “Please don’t do that to me again…” He begged.
“But ya lovesh when I touch chur wittle body, Shonic… I lovesh chus…” the footsteps became more rushed, and the boy on the bed covered his head with his arms, his cheeks now covered with tears. “We are all alone to-today, we can go all the way now, no one will bother ush nows…”
The boy’s breathing became labored, “Please, help me…” he begged no one in particular. Hoping someone would hear his request and come save him.
Cold air, that’s the first thing he felt as the only thing protecting him was snatched away. The man threw the covers as far away as he could possible toss them in his drunken state. The blue haired boy’s body tightens as he covered his ears, his toes curling, tears running wildly over his round bright red cheeks as he screamed with all his might.
In a blur the heavy man’s hand grabbed Sonic’s smaller arm, pulling him up and off the bed roughly. He sat on the bed, the strings complaining with the extra weight. Sonic was pulling, his fist hitting the man’s hand with rapid movements. “Let me go! Let me go!” The evil laugh that came from the drunken man only filled his heart with fear. He groaned and pulled on his arm harder, wishing he was stronger.
With the same hand holding onto the boy, the robust man threw Sonic back into the bed. The small body bounced a couple of times on the thin futon. Sonic tried to crawl off but he didn’t count on the body coming on top of his. His cries became more desperate. His legs were kicking, but the older man didn’t mind them, not hurting him because of his alcohol poisoned body. With a grunt Sonic’s thin shirt became rags as the man ripped it off his chest in pieces, his white flesh exposed to the sick pervert’s eyes on top of him.
A hand pulled on the man’s dark green jacket and he turned to face the angry violet eyes of a slightly older boy, his teeth grit together painfully, white fangs showing in the moon light. Then a fist connects with the drunk’s jaw, strong enough to break a bone or two. The man groaned as he rubbed his sore spot, his lip was busted, the blood dripping from his mouth was prove enough of it. “You fucking asshole!” He yelled as he picked up the boy from his collar and then tossed him against the wall.
The boy’s head hit the hard wall first and his limp frame slid to the floor knocking him unconscious.
“Knuckles!” Sonic’s voice was filled with worry as he crawled off the bed trying to get close to his friend fallen friend.
“Not so fast!” thick arms wrapped themselves on the smaller boy’s slim waist dragging him roughly towards the messy bed once again.
Sonic’s eyes were filled with tears once again, this time with worry, fear, and guilt. If it wasn’t for him, Knuckles would’ve never gotten hurt. He yelped as the man jumped on the bed, the boy falling first under the heavy weight. The tongue licking his tears felt disgusting and the hand traveling down his heaving chest was making him sick. He screamed again, his throat growing soar, as those same meaty hands slid under his shorts, the fingers already pulling on his underwear not wanting to waste more time.
Neither one of them noticed the dark figure looking through the open window as the scene unfold before him the curtains moving with the wind sometimes hiding the shadow of whoever was standing outside in the darkness of the night, the cold weather seem not to bother him as he continued watching the struggling boy and the abusive man. White teeth bite down hard on a lower lip, with a dangerous growl the boy made his move.
“Stop squirming, you little piece of sh-!” the words died in the man’s mouth as a foot came crashing to the back of his head, the force of the kick making him lose his balance and his head hit the near wall with a loud sickening sound, like a baseball bat hitting a fast ball.
Sonic’s eyes danced from the unconscious man on the floor to the dark figure in front of him. He didn’t felt scared, he felt relieved. A desire to see the boy’s face filled his heart, he wanted to see what he looked like, he wanted to ask him how he got there, how he knocked out the big man with just one kick when Knuckle’s punch hardly made any damage a few minutes ago… he wanted to know his name. “I…” He flinched then swallowed; his throat was too dry for him to speak clearly, the screaming and whimpering from before showing its effect now.
The slightly taller young man shook his head slowly; a slender finger touched the blue haired one’s lips to keep him from talking. “You’re stronger than that…” his deep cool voice made Sonic’s stomach flutter. The moon made its way through the drifting clouds and light slowly started to fill out the dark room. Thin lips smiled gently back at him, dark black hair with red stripes and matching blood red eyes was all he could see, and he cursed as he tried to get closer to the boy and see more of the stranger with no luck. “Don’t let trash like him do what they want…” The finger disappeared and a small whimper of dissatisfaction left Sonic’s lips. To his surprise, a warm hand rested on his cheek and he nuzzled it happily. “I’ll be waiting for you…” And with that the hand vanished, the boy walked back to the window and he slipped through it, disappearing in the darkness of the night.
~oOo~
“Sonic, we’re home...” Knuckles shook Sonic lightly, hating to wake up his younger brother.
“Not yet…” Sonic whispered back.
“You’ve got three seconds.” The other warned.
“Five…” Came the sleepy reply.
Knuckles smiled and lied back on the seat. Sonic always had what he wanted.
To be continued….
Me: Soooooo… yeah… My computer shut down when I was almost done and all my hard work went to waste! All that was saved was the title and a few paragraphs… by the way, I did say I was no good at this fanfic thingie, right…?
Sonic: Yeah… You could’ve warned them how much you suck at it though…
Shadow: You’re gonna have millions of readers telling you to spell check, and how OOC we are, and the plot of this story-… oh, wait… I see no plot whatsoever… -_-
Sonic: -nod nod-
Me: Guys… D=
Sonic/Shadow: YOU ARE LAZY.
Me: I know… I’ll try harder next time… -mumbles- I don’t have a spellchecker… R&R… if it’s in your heart. n.n
By: Nao-Chii
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this…? I mean, I just love pretending these guys are mine…
…..
Fine.
Sonic and comp are not mine… but I wish they were. ;.;
Pairings: Shadow/Sonic, Knuckles/Tails and more to come… If my lazy ass feels like it…
Rated: M, Just in case, I don’t know where my crazy fingers or my perverted mind will lead me. :D
Warnings: 1.) Yaoi. Meaning malexmale. 2.) OOC. 3.) Randomness. 4.) First timer writer.
Summary: Sonic turns 21 and he decides to move from his adoptive mom’s home and study in campus thinking he could get more manly if he takes care of himself with no help from his overprotective mother. But life outside his environment is a little hard for the young man, even more so when a perverted stalker decides to move along with him… without him knowing! Who could save our cute little Sonic from the claws of this cruel real world?!
Chapter 1
The car came to a sudden stop. A heavy sigh could be heard as the young man unbuckled his seat belt. The boy ran his hand through his spiked up blue hair as he closed his emerald green eyes slowly. The passenger was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a dark red jacket with the zipper undone and a yellow scarf was wrapped around his pale neck, trying to cover as much of his skin as he could. His oversized dark blue jeans were covering his red and white sneakers.
“Hey, the meter is running, kid.” The driver reminded him tiredly.
The boy nodded as he shifted on his seat, moving closer to the right side door, he took the handle and pulled on it, trying to get the heavy door open, he frowned, nothing happened. A soft click was heard as the driver unlocked the taxi doors, and the young boy flinched, he snatched his hand back as if he had been burned and looked around, his breathing was heavy. It took a few second for his brain to register that he no longer was in danger… he was finally safe.
The driver, not wanting to waste more time, took his own seatbelt off and stepped outside the cab. He went to the back of the car as the young boy slipped out of his seat and onto the streets. With two of his finger the older man took the cigarette from between his lips and threw the butt on the ground stepping on it to put it out, his brown dress shoes were scratched and dirty from a hard day of work. He kicked the rest of his cigarette off to the sidewalk. He pulled on his gray beanie to cover more of his ears and unlocked the trunk. He groaned and rolled his eyes as he looked back at the kid. “Yea, this shithole is called L.A.” The man shot bitterly as he took the luggage from within. “If you’re not careful enough you’ll end up dead in one of these streets.” He finished as he turned to the side and spit, his throat feeling dry because of the three packs of cigs he had that day.
A small smile formed on the boy’s pink lips from under his scarf, his bright green eyes flashing with a little excitement. He had never seen such a big city before, him coming from a small quiet town. The tall buildings were lit with lights as the day turned darker and the young traveler look up at them. Someone bumped into him and the woman apologized as she continued her hurried walk. The streets were filled with people; mothers holding onto their children as they walked through the sea of people. Cars were rushing through the streets, honking to the casual jaywalkers whom seem to be more interested in their phones than in their very own lives. Shops were still open to the public, offering different merchandise: from flower, to jewelry, to toys, clothes, even furniture.
“Kid! I don’t have the whole freaking day!” The driver sounded annoyed. “Gimme my damn money and I can go have a few drinks, go to a strip club, and eventually, if I’m drunk enough, go home and have sex with the fat pig I have as my wife!”
The emerald eyed boy’s cheeks turned bright pink with embarrassment; he couldn’t believe the older man had just said that. He nodded slowly, and dug in his pocket. He took out a few bills and handed it over to the taller man. In a flash, the man snatched the money and grinned wickedly. “If my wife was as fine as you, I wouldn’t even need the buzz to help me bang her!” The man laughed and slammed the trunk back shut as he looked him up from head to toes, the man nodding approvingly.
“About time! Sonic!”
A slightly buffed red haired boy was running to greet his friend. White gloves covered the powerful hands as the other jugged towards the blue haired one. A red tank top which showed the other muscled body, dark brown commando pants that looked a little too big for him, but fit him perfectly, and finishing with plain white snickers, a single green stripe running along the sides.
“Knuckles!” Sonic grinned as the other come closer to him.
Violet eyes turned into a frown as they fit themselves on the driver, Knuckles gritted his teeth as he spoke coldly. “Yo. Old Man. Stop trying to hit on my friend and get the hell outta here before I bang your head on that freaking taxi!” He growled at the driver who just ran back into his car and drove off. The scritching of tires leaving marks on the ground as the other one rushed to get out of the moody teenager’s sight.
Sonic closed his eyes and looked down, hoping his long blue hair would hide his face even more. Why was he like this…? Even though he was a guy... he looked like a-…
The young boy looked up as a hand was laid on his shoulder and tried his best to smile. Knuckles gave the smaller man’s a smile, he was pretty sure it looked more like a grin, but something was something… “Hey…” He said softly. “It’s not your fault. Its morons like that guy for being jackasses.” He finished and Sonic couldn’t help but chuckle.
The blue haired young man smiled back and shook his head, trying to hold back the giggles. “You and Tails have always known how to make me feel better…” He whispered and then blinked. “By the way… Where is Tails?”
Knuckles shrugged as he picked up both suitcases and nodded towards the parking lot. “He stayed home. Said he wanted to make you something good to eat before we take you to your new school.” He chuckled as Sonic’s stomach growled at the thought of Tails’s home cooking. “We’re close to my car, don’t worry, we’ll be home in no time.” He promised as he switched both suitcases to one hand, his other one rummaging through his pocket in search of his keys. He took the small control out and pressed one of the three buttons on the device. A red Torch RFC lights came to life and the slightly tanned boy grinned with pride. The car looked better than new.
Green eyes widen at the sight before him, then he turned back to his old friend. “Knuckles! How the hell-?!”
Knuckles shook his head as he put the luggage in the small trunk. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” He smirked. “This car is older than both of us together!” He pressed the button again and the trunk door closed slowly. “You know Tails,” He continued. “He wanted to give me a nice birthday present and once he gets his mind set up into something there is no one who can talk him outta it!” He opened the door to the passenger seat and allowed Sonic to step inside, then close it, he then walked round it and slipped into the driver’s seat, the seatbelts were automatic, Tails knew his boyfriend would sometimes just ‘forget’ to click it. “He worked on this beauty for nearly six months. Looks like the real thing, huh? But he twinkled with it and made it completely from scratch. The perfect racing car! ”
Too shocked to talk, Sonic looked around inside the small car. “All I can say is, wow!”
The long haired boy laughed. “I was like that when I first saw it! I even slept in here for three nights! Until Tails came out to fetch me, he was getting jealous of the damn car!”
Both boys burst out laughing. Sonic couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed this hard, his eyes were watering and he was pretty sure his cheeks were turning red. Thank god for the scarf.
Knuckles started the car, his left hand flying to take the steering wheel and his right hand getting a hold of the stick shift. He was used to driving with his left hand; he even drove Tails’ automatic car with his left hand as well. He pulled out of the parking lot, paying the man standing at the exit as he did so, then pulled to the busy streets.
Sonic was busy looking outside the window now. The city was such a relief for him. Being out of that small town was the best that could’ve happen to him. “Sonic.” The blue one turned to his friend and blinked. “Don’t hide from yourself.” The other said softly. “You are who you are. You don’t have to run from yourself. Just accept who you are.”
“It’s hard when everyone you met wants to get inside your pants…” He whispered as he pulled his scarf up to his nose.
“Listen to me.” The car came to a stop as the yellow light changed to red and Knuckles turned to the younger boy, giving him his full attention. “Nothing will happen again. I promise it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. I’m stronger now.” His hands moved slowly, careful not to scare the blue haired one away, one of those hands pushed the scarf off the other’s face, the other one caressing the soft cheek. “I’m your brother and I won’t let anyone hurt you, Blue, no one…”
A small smiled and a nod was the only answer he could give. “I know, Red…” He snuggled back in his seat and wrapped his arms around himself. His eyes sliding shut slowly as his tired body complained for some sort of rest.
~oOo~
The man grunted as he tried to push the door to the boys room open with his wide buffed shoulder. Only one kid was in the spacious room. Seven of the eight beds were empty. The nuns decided to go camping with the kids outside, but only little Sonic had to stay behind in the orphanage. He got sick while playing outside with the other orphans, getting wet with a hose in the garden was a bad idea. The old man tried to push on the door once again and he cursed when the hard wooden door would not give. It made the boy in his bed jump a little, his small hands gripping the covers tightly, the tiny fingers turning white with fright, his legs close to his body as he sat on his bed shivering with fright. Another bang on the door and the green eyes closed tightly with a little whimper, tears were now forming in those beautiful green depths as scary thoughts formed in his mind. The man then kicked the door and the door slammed the wall, some of the nails coming lose as it squeaked loudly.
Sonic’s sobbing became more desperate. He was scared. His nose caught the smell of liquor and he knew exactly what was coming next. It was gonna happen again…
A loud laugh could be heard throughout the room as the man stared at the broken door, steps following. “Sonic, you’re so cute…” another curse as the man’s foot hits one of the beds, “You are-” hiccups, “so very cute.”
“Please don’t…” The trembling voice at the far end whispered. “Please don’t do that to me again…” He begged.
“But ya lovesh when I touch chur wittle body, Shonic… I lovesh chus…” the footsteps became more rushed, and the boy on the bed covered his head with his arms, his cheeks now covered with tears. “We are all alone to-today, we can go all the way now, no one will bother ush nows…”
The boy’s breathing became labored, “Please, help me…” he begged no one in particular. Hoping someone would hear his request and come save him.
Cold air, that’s the first thing he felt as the only thing protecting him was snatched away. The man threw the covers as far away as he could possible toss them in his drunken state. The blue haired boy’s body tightens as he covered his ears, his toes curling, tears running wildly over his round bright red cheeks as he screamed with all his might.
In a blur the heavy man’s hand grabbed Sonic’s smaller arm, pulling him up and off the bed roughly. He sat on the bed, the strings complaining with the extra weight. Sonic was pulling, his fist hitting the man’s hand with rapid movements. “Let me go! Let me go!” The evil laugh that came from the drunken man only filled his heart with fear. He groaned and pulled on his arm harder, wishing he was stronger.
With the same hand holding onto the boy, the robust man threw Sonic back into the bed. The small body bounced a couple of times on the thin futon. Sonic tried to crawl off but he didn’t count on the body coming on top of his. His cries became more desperate. His legs were kicking, but the older man didn’t mind them, not hurting him because of his alcohol poisoned body. With a grunt Sonic’s thin shirt became rags as the man ripped it off his chest in pieces, his white flesh exposed to the sick pervert’s eyes on top of him.
A hand pulled on the man’s dark green jacket and he turned to face the angry violet eyes of a slightly older boy, his teeth grit together painfully, white fangs showing in the moon light. Then a fist connects with the drunk’s jaw, strong enough to break a bone or two. The man groaned as he rubbed his sore spot, his lip was busted, the blood dripping from his mouth was prove enough of it. “You fucking asshole!” He yelled as he picked up the boy from his collar and then tossed him against the wall.
The boy’s head hit the hard wall first and his limp frame slid to the floor knocking him unconscious.
“Knuckles!” Sonic’s voice was filled with worry as he crawled off the bed trying to get close to his friend fallen friend.
“Not so fast!” thick arms wrapped themselves on the smaller boy’s slim waist dragging him roughly towards the messy bed once again.
Sonic’s eyes were filled with tears once again, this time with worry, fear, and guilt. If it wasn’t for him, Knuckles would’ve never gotten hurt. He yelped as the man jumped on the bed, the boy falling first under the heavy weight. The tongue licking his tears felt disgusting and the hand traveling down his heaving chest was making him sick. He screamed again, his throat growing soar, as those same meaty hands slid under his shorts, the fingers already pulling on his underwear not wanting to waste more time.
Neither one of them noticed the dark figure looking through the open window as the scene unfold before him the curtains moving with the wind sometimes hiding the shadow of whoever was standing outside in the darkness of the night, the cold weather seem not to bother him as he continued watching the struggling boy and the abusive man. White teeth bite down hard on a lower lip, with a dangerous growl the boy made his move.
“Stop squirming, you little piece of sh-!” the words died in the man’s mouth as a foot came crashing to the back of his head, the force of the kick making him lose his balance and his head hit the near wall with a loud sickening sound, like a baseball bat hitting a fast ball.
Sonic’s eyes danced from the unconscious man on the floor to the dark figure in front of him. He didn’t felt scared, he felt relieved. A desire to see the boy’s face filled his heart, he wanted to see what he looked like, he wanted to ask him how he got there, how he knocked out the big man with just one kick when Knuckle’s punch hardly made any damage a few minutes ago… he wanted to know his name. “I…” He flinched then swallowed; his throat was too dry for him to speak clearly, the screaming and whimpering from before showing its effect now.
The slightly taller young man shook his head slowly; a slender finger touched the blue haired one’s lips to keep him from talking. “You’re stronger than that…” his deep cool voice made Sonic’s stomach flutter. The moon made its way through the drifting clouds and light slowly started to fill out the dark room. Thin lips smiled gently back at him, dark black hair with red stripes and matching blood red eyes was all he could see, and he cursed as he tried to get closer to the boy and see more of the stranger with no luck. “Don’t let trash like him do what they want…” The finger disappeared and a small whimper of dissatisfaction left Sonic’s lips. To his surprise, a warm hand rested on his cheek and he nuzzled it happily. “I’ll be waiting for you…” And with that the hand vanished, the boy walked back to the window and he slipped through it, disappearing in the darkness of the night.
~oOo~
“Sonic, we’re home...” Knuckles shook Sonic lightly, hating to wake up his younger brother.
“Not yet…” Sonic whispered back.
“You’ve got three seconds.” The other warned.
“Five…” Came the sleepy reply.
Knuckles smiled and lied back on the seat. Sonic always had what he wanted.
To be continued….
Me: Soooooo… yeah… My computer shut down when I was almost done and all my hard work went to waste! All that was saved was the title and a few paragraphs… by the way, I did say I was no good at this fanfic thingie, right…?
Sonic: Yeah… You could’ve warned them how much you suck at it though…
Shadow: You’re gonna have millions of readers telling you to spell check, and how OOC we are, and the plot of this story-… oh, wait… I see no plot whatsoever… -_-
Sonic: -nod nod-
Me: Guys… D=
Sonic/Shadow: YOU ARE LAZY.
Me: I know… I’ll try harder next time… -mumbles- I don’t have a spellchecker… R&R… if it’s in your heart. n.n