Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Order's Child ❯ The Dream ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Cinos would give absolutely anything to rid himself from the.... creature inside of him. But after Order grants him his lifelong wish for absolutely nothing, he doesn't expect too much. After all, Order's are good, pure people, right? But even after Cinos realizes his enemy is in pain, he shrugs it off, glad that Cross is finally getting what he deserves. But there may be more to Cross' history that meets the eye...

Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 228 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer. Don't own Sonic, never will. I own all my OC's and one half of the story. Oh, and Super Sonic Chaos owns the second half, her characters Aeliran and Mylin, but she don't own Sonic either.

Author's Note. Heh, I'm back! With a newer, better story than before. To everyone who reviewed my previous stories don't worry; I'm working on continuing them soon. Enjoy!

`What!'

`You can't escape…'

`Just leave me!'

`It's not like you care…'

`Darkness!'

`Farewell…'

Eyes slowly opened as the dream disappeared into the shadowy corners of his mind. It was always like this. The dream would repeat, over and over again in his unconsciousness, but as soon as they interfered it dashed back out of his reach, cackling, amused as he stumbled blindly through the few memories he had. It was there, he could feel it; he just couldn't grasp it fully.

He looked over at his surroundings, noting that he was yet again in the stasis tank. It was settled, then. They were going to experiment. Not that it helped him in any kind of way, but he preferred the silence of the tank to his `room.' Well, they called it that. To anyone else it was a reinforced cell, with no doors or windows, and chains at the far end. Well, they never usually put him in them anymore. They said that he was a `good boy' and that he was `progressing well.' Not that he liked the praise; but he found it better to not struggle when they took him out.

Green fluid brushed against his fur, making him snap out of his reverie. He felt his quills gently touching against his back in a slow rhythm, while the sensors clung to his fur. It felt soothing against his body and his eyes slowly slid closed; nothing could hurt him while he was in here…

A sudden whirring got his attention, but he already knew what it was. His tank was emptying. They weren't leaving him in for as long now; he just wished he could sleep instead of go through that torture that he knew was awaiting him.

`They're at it again?'

A sigh.

`Can't they leave me in peace?'

Slowly, his body sank against the floor of the tube, his eyes firmly closed as the front swung up to reveal his small frame. He could feel crimson staining his fur as the green fluid sank into a drain to the side of him. He began to shake as the cold air stung into his wounds, but he dared not scream out. Two shadows fell across his body; their presence stilling him almost immediately. These were the ones who restrained him beforethey began the experiments. The only two who could pin him down easily…

Without any further notice, the two dragged him up by his arms until he felt that peculiar sensation of being lifted off the floor. His wings drooped down flat against his back, making a gentle dripping sound as the water rolled off them, hidden by his quills. His eyes slowly opened halfway, examining his all-too familiar torture chamber.

It was made of pure steel, like any other room he was occupied in, and prevented him from using any attacks or healing himself. There was no actual door that he knew about; it was camouflaged so he couldn't escape or break it down. A triple-plated glass window was on the other side of the room, a single porcupine standing watching while No Level's scuttled around, checking to see if all the monitors were working. One caught his eye, and he prepared to growl in anger at him. He was surprised when the No Level gave him a sympathetic look and he returned a kinder one.

The lead porcupine noticed the contact and snarled at the No Level, making him squeak and race off, before turning back, smirking, to him. A shiver raced down his spine and his breath instantly became ragged. This porcupine sent fear into his spine at every look. Those piercing orange eyes glared evilly at him, grinning maliciously at his pain.

He looked back into the centre of the room, sudden light catching him off-guard. Of course, he already knew what it was… It was the table they used to experiment him on. There were cuffs to hold down his arms and legs, and a muzzle at the side just as precaution. He remembered the tightness and smell of burning rubber that silencer created; a smell that made tears prick at his eyes. Needles, shots and other utensils that he couldn't even name stood on a metal table next to it. A burning light shone overhead, adding to the pain and torture.

He hissed angrily as the light reached his sensitive eyes, but no one cared to let him shield himself. The two guards still had him by the arms, dragging his limp form across to the table. He hissed again as instant cold hit his wounds. One of them smacked him across the face, silencing him instantly. The porcupine on the other side of the glass waggled his finger to and fro in a schooling way, as if telling him to stop, which he did.

Then there was the brief sensation of flight before he felt that cold metal hit against his back. He tried to stifle back a whimper as the sudden temperature irritated his wounds, but was only regarded with a quick fist in the face. The hit dazed him, but as soon as he began to shoot his mouth off about it, the muzzle and block of rubber was forced down his throat, silencing him completely.

The two guards ripped off the sensors and wires covering his body mercilessly, snickering as he cried out after each rip. The places where they had been soon began to bleed, but no one cared to mop the blood up or ease the pain. They just watched and laughed as he cried out; it felt like they were slowly watching him die. He had known that feeling since the first day he had been created…

He gave a muffled scream as a white porcupine stepped up to the table, those orange eyes looking at him with a smug smile playing against his lips as he watched his creation's own eyes widen in fear. Even thought he was strapped to the table he instantly began struggling, trying to keep away from the metal utensil in the towering porcupine's hand. It was pointless though, and he knew it. He watched, few tears falling down his face, as the smirking one raised the utensil.

The hit didn't hurt at first. He just stared, frozen, at the huge thing in his left arm. Nothing. Then a burning feeling began inside his skull, making him scream behind the muzzle. It shot down his body, making him thrash about, not caring that the guards were hitting him as hard as they possibly could, and that his body was making continual cracking noises at each hit. All there was was that awful feeling in his head and the numbness in his arms and legs. But what hurt the most was the continuous throbbing coming from the arm with the utensil shoved inside.

His screaming stopped and his eyes widened in horror as he felt some kind of fluid beginning to sting right through his arm, giving him an unnatural feeling of pins and needles.

`Wait a minute! Needles!'

The struggling began again as realization dawned on him. Something was being injected into his arm, and from the feeling of it, it wasn't likely to be good for him. The porcupine was laughing now; laughing at the pain it was causing him and he was useless to stop him. He kicked one of the guards in his struggling and was awarded with the instrument shoved further into his arm, and more of the stinging drug inside his body.

The numbing feeling left him slowly, but was soon replaced by the worst feeling that he had ever had before. A burning feeling raced over his body, as if a large white-hot poker was shoved inside him. He cried out in pain as he got the distinct feeling of his fur burning off. The guards were holding him down even further now, so he couldn't even move an inch to counter. All around him, there was laughter. Laughter at the pain that they were giving him. Laughter at the fact he couldn't do anything and that there was worse torture planned.

Then he noticed something. Something that he had never noticed before. His eyes blinked slowly as they fixed on his arm.

He had silver fur…

The white hedgehog shot up in his bed, the sopping blue and white comforter falling off him. Sweat raced down his body, making his fur stick together in small knots that were waiting patiently for a comb to be put through them. He wiped his forehead, panting heavily as the dream replayed back in his mind. How could he have been scared so easily by something created by his wandering mind?

True, he had had dreams like this before. Well, more recently than usual. Mostly, it concerned some form of torture, and that white porcupine…

A shudder ran over his body.

For some reason that scientist scared him more than any Chaos Creature ever could and he had no clue why. He knew for a fact that he had never seen that porcupine before, so why did he feel as if he was terrified of him? An ungloved hand rubbed the spot where the horrific instrument had previously been, shuddering has he relived the pain brought by it. But it was just a dream and, like all dreams, wasn't real.

The white hog laid back in the bed, the now dry mattress offering comfort to his troubled mind. And then there was the fact that he had silver fur…

Could it be that… that monster was trying… to tell him something?

Royal blue eyes watched absent-mindedly as a shooting star shot across the sky from his window above him. The sky was clear, the bright full moon reflecting the sun's rays perfectly. It was going to be dawn soon; he could tell from the small sliver of navy at the far end of the sky. He yawned and closed his white eyelids, knowing that it would be much easier if he slept on it and told a certain someone about it tomorrow…

What he failed to notice was the tiny red mark situated on his left arm…

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