Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Order's Child ❯ The Abuction ( Chapter 3 )

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. Okay, I take back what I said… The last chapter was not clear. I think this chapter won't be either. It's a shady story this… But I don't want anyone to be e-mailing me anything. If people want to review, review on FanFic/DA and not straight to me. For I have been getting graphic pictures and I'm not pleased. But thank you to the people who reviewed with kind words. Anyway, Read and Review!

 

 

`Sir'

 

No answer.

 

`Umm, Sir?'

 

Still silent.

 

`Sir!'

 

He broke out of his thoughts as the purple squirrel touched him on the arm. The quick contrast of white to dark lilac was like night to day; you could see it as quickly as it happened. He pulled away from the contact almost immediately, glaring at the squirrel, his teeth bared. It jumped and squeaked, muttering apologies under its breath.

He didn't answer, smoothing back his long quills and ruffling his angelic wings slightly. Wings of his status were deemed pure Order and were not to be trifled with. The other's were No Levels and showed no sign of power whatsoever. Mere workers for his hive. His eyes looked back to the squirrel, more in a questioning manner than a maddened one.

 

`Umm… you may want to take a look at this, Sir…' the squirrel mumbled, pointing an index finger at one of the many computers in the room.

 

He advanced towards it; it's screen's uninvited gaze shining dimly in the already lit room. Eyes glanced coldly at the fox sitting in the computer chair. It's eyes widened in terror and it jumped off, allowing him to sit down. Even without saying thank you, he sat, drawing the chair forwards. His eyes looked at the screen and at the results below.

It showed a range of charts and computer text, some already decoded. His face creased as he tried to figure out what it all meant. He watched as the fox pointed a finger at the charts.

 

`According to this chart, our Project's brainwaves have been showing signs of enhanced skill and speed since we entrapped him -'

 

“It… our Project is an `it,' nothing more. He is not worthy to be classed as one of us, and so you shall not speak of him as one of us. Is that clear, No Level?'

 

`Umm… yes, Sir…This will allow us to observe it further and see if we can… make a few changes to it -'

 

`You mean break it down further?'

 

`…Yes, Sir…'

 

He looked back up at the fox, which was stood, his eyes fixed on the screen. A small growl ran from his throat before he turned back to the monitor. The mouse roved across to another open window, this time showing some complicated text.

 

`What of this?' he added, circling the text with the cursor.

 

`This block of text is what we have discovered in its memory patterns. How often it dreams about us, what it has learnt… Things like that.'

 

Eyes half-glared at the fox accusingly, grabbing his wrist. His nails cut into the other one's skin, making the fox gasp.

 

`I can't help but notice that everything that you are showing me has resulted only in its mind.'

 

The No Level gulped, a bead of sweat racing down his left cheek. It openly shook, stumbling over its words.

 

`Well umm… Sir, you see… uh…we can only access his - I mean, its… mind patterns right now… umm… we'll need to go and retrieve physical information manually… Uh, I'm sorry, Sir…'

 

His eyes bore a hole into the other one's, before letting him go.

 

`So be it. Continue with the tests and alert me when he awakens. No one goes in or gets out.'

 

He stood, his cloak flowing fully as he walked towards the triple-plated glass. The No Levels parted, whimpering as his eyes looked straight ahead. He stopped, looking through the smooth, clear glass, his gloves resting on the metal tabletop. His eyes narrowed as he locked onto the still silver figure suspended in the air by metal cuffs.

 

`Sleep well, little Bio-Hog… For I want to be the one to see you when you awaken.'

 

 

The young Mobian pulled his ragged cloak over his torn and equally frail body, his head drawn down in utter despair. Many people passed, glancing at him, before hurriedly working on their way, not daring to stare at the hideous thing that could not deserve the word hedgehog. He watched them, golden eyes always watching as his prey passed before him; so vulnerable, so simple to kill… No, he had to fight against it. Open attacks in Station Square had been attempted before, and the consequences of his actions drove him out of the only good food supply for miles. It was a wonder he managed to sneak into the great city at all, after being labelled `potential threat' to the humans.

A train pulled up at the station he was sat at, the doors sliding open with a hiss, teasing him with warmth and the delicious scent of food. He licked his long protruding fangs, aching for a decent meal. But his other side told him that it wasn't worth the risk of being thrown onto the tracks like last time. He huddled back into his cloak, watching as with another hiss the train doors slammed shut in his face and the train departed. He watched it leave, his eyes narrowing, feeling blood pulsing through the gums near his fangs. He needed to feed so badly, every human that stepped past him made his lips slowly part, begging for a taste.

He tried not to think of his savagely tattered ear and arm; neither did he try to allow the occurrence and terror that had consumed him the past half-hour slip into his mind.

The human's blows were brutal, their knives cutting his tender flesh, and tearing him apart. Blood flowed from the gashes they laid on him, the vicious stab of his metallic earring used against him. Their clashes were rabid as they tore at his once sleek coppery-gold fur, like mere wild animals. Now that same fur was heavily caked with blood… but not his. The pain they forced him to endure lead to their demise as the hunger consumed him. A shiver ran up his spine as he remembered sinking his fangs through their flesh. No, he didn't feed off them; he would never feed off the idiots that dared to trifle with him.

 

“Zeka Reo'n T'lia?”

 

The hedgehog's ears perked up, his name beating through them and hitting his eardrum on the night air. Golden pupils hinted with red rose from the ground, looking around wildly for the sign of the person that dared speak the name he didn't want to hear again. Nothing… The coppery furred one looked back down to the ground, feeling his wounds ache once more. He hoped he fainted from blood loss, but no - it would be too easy for that wouldn't it? Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands lightly rest on his shoulders and a blindfold was swiftly shoved over his eyes; his pupils stared right through the fabric, wide in fear. And that was the second he panicked.

The once composed hedgehog was reduced to wild animalistic behaviour. Twisting, turning, kicking, scratching, not allowing the… creature… to take hold of him; his vocal cords were in uproar as he screamed and screamed, pleading for anyone to help him. But the sun had finished setting and neither human nor train stumbled upon the unkempt hedgehog. Claws lashed out as he felt the creature grab his arms, tightening until sharp, elongated nails dug into already broken flesh, causing waves of pain to go through him. Then, a voice, one that made his blood turn cold for apparently no reason at all.

 

“Subject found. Located in Station Square Train Station. Attempting to neutralize. Require backup immediately.”

 

It was most definitely a feminine voice and a deadly one at that; it reminded him of a snake. It also seemed that she was talking down an earpiece… And he was the subject. The copper one thrashed about in any way possible, trying to get away as he heard heavy boots on the metal floor of the train station. Here was her `backup,' and the only thing that flashed through his mind were huge men with huge tranquillisers and other weapons. Of course, this only made the Mobian struggle all the more, the woman still pressing down hard on his wounds, making him hiss in protest. The pain was worse than that of the humans. The heavy boots stopped behind him, and then, voices again.

 

“Is the subject unwilling to comply?”

 

“Affirmative. Neutralizing him will be harder a challenge than we thought.”

 

“Well we shall make him.”

 

“Hold him down while I acquire the narcotic.”

 

`Narcotic!?!' screamed his panicked mind, and instant struggling began again, but this time with a purpose.

 

He had almost forgotten that he had taken his earring-needle out of his ear and set it in his cloak pocket… Now if only he could get one arm free he would be able to grab it and most likely rip out the attacker's neck before they had a chance to retaliate. Rough hands grabbed him, one pair at his arms and the other pressing him against the bench, not allowing him to twist around and run. But that wasn't what the hedgehog was planning, as he just as suddenly went limp in their arms. Silence, then:

 

“He complied?”

 

“Hmm, best to back off, but watch him. You know how these succubus vermin act; always sneaky they are…”

 

`Hehe, sneaky is right…' the copper one thought, letting his hand wander down almost casually to his pocket. His ear twitched slightly, hearing someone rummaging through a bag but he didn't care much. The men didn't seem to notice either, but he listened to them as they talked.

 

“You know, the boss has been looking for this one for a while.”

 

His hand slipped down, hidden by the material of his cloak…

 

“Yeah, he's almost obsessed with watching him. I'm not sure why, but he's more interested in this one than his toy.”

 

The same hand sneakily slid into his pocket…

 

“You're right, I heard that he's been seen just staring at him on a night at that computer screen. Suppose this mission was inevitable.”

 

It fumbled around slowly, searching for the needle…

 

“Hey, do you think that he wants him for --.”

 

The hand closed around the prize, grasping the end and keeping it poised in his iron-grip.

 

“Shut it, you two, and keep it shut. Your babbling is driving me crazy. What the Master wants with this runt is none of our concern. Now, keep him held down, I'm going to --.”

 

But the woman never got to finish her sentence as with lightning speed he jumped up, expertly coiling round like a cobra as he brought his hand and needle up. The hedgehog had heard enough of the conversation to know exactly where the men were. With speed that no normal hedgehog could acquire, he ran at the first guy, slipping to the side for a second to ram the earring-needle right through his attackers stomach. He growled in hunger as he almost heard the lining of stomach pierce, and the spatter of blood on metal. Lips parted again, absolutely famished, but they closed in protest. Just like the humans that attacked him before, he would not feed on someone with such dirty blood.

Then, just as he was celebrating his victory, a vicious fist in the stomach told him he had hesitated too long. Perfect, now the hunger was taking control of him far too much for him to kill too many people. Another hit floored him, his spines beginning to rise as he curled up, tears already welling into the corners of his eyes. His hands gripped his stomach tightly, pain gripping at him like never before. The man who had attacked him nudged him with a foot.

 

“Cunning little rat, aren't you.”

 

A hiss was the only thing back, but he was rewarded with a harsh kick to his exposed ribs. Tutting was heard from the woman.

 

“Now, now, be nice,” that feminine said, raising her voice slightly so it could be heard above the clink of glass.

 

Whatever it was, he didn't like the sound of it. Boots clanked round the bench, more sounds of glass following. The copper-furred once shivered as he heard the woman stop behind him, almost seeing her shadow fall across him. Whatever kind of glass it was, he knew it was for him. Then, he heard the man chuckle.

 

“Yes, I'm sure I can live with that.”

 

Then, quicker than he could have ever thought, a cloth was shoved over his nose, and he instantly smelt the chemicals through the fibres. Instant struggling began, but the woman gripped his shoulder, pushing him down into the metal floor. And of course, his arms were also pushed down towards the floor, crushed by his stomach. That only left his legs, but what good would that do when the woman had shifted to his side. His head shook, trying to get the dreaded thing off him, but to no avail. The woman showed strength that could even hold him down, and the cloth tightened around his sensitive nose.

He could feel it beginning to take affect and he desperately tried to stay as conscious as possible. Struggling desperately, his golden eyes began to slowly slide closed; muscles relaxed and so did the grip of his attackers, letting him slip into the woman's lap. A hand began to stroke his quills, calming him further. And then, the voice began again, in a whisper.

 

“Master will be pleased with you, just you wait…”

 

That was the last thing he heard before the narcotic kicked in, plunging him into the blackened depths of unconsciousness.

 

 

Golden eyes slowly opened, wincing as harsh light hit him. He hissed faintly, feeling completely drained of all natural abilities. It hurt to move, to look, even breath, but he wasn't sure why. Nothing could be re-called, apart from being at a train station for some odd reason. The quarrel with his Father was clear to him, as was the army that was on his trail. But where he was now…

He scanned the area, fighting against the dull throbbing as his eyes moved. After that, he wished he hadn't. Pitch black, in every direction, apart from the lantern swinging above him, it's harsh light glaring down upon him like his arithmetic teacher when he was back at the Reserve. From what he could tell the room was so low in height that it could only barely manage to fit an adult Mobian inside it. A shiver travelled up his spine; this reminded him of his old life. The short life before the Reserve. And that was the life he wanted to forget above all.

Suddenly, his eyes averted as a small sliver of light appeared between the darkness. He could just about see a silhouette of a Mobian before the darkness caved in again. No problem for him though. With a slight change of the eyes they became just as keen as a cat's; his pupils shrunk a great deal until the darkness became a swirling black ocean, and like the Red Sea parting for Moses, the Mobian stepped through it as if he were God. Truly, this individual was both strong and powerful.

Eyes snapped back to normal as the Mobian stepped into the light and revealed itself. Pure white, cleaner than snow itself, with a navy cape pulled around him. An incredibly lean body was completely visible though; obviously this one had spared no time in getting himself in top shape. He stared into those orange pupils, watching those long quills flow around that pale face. A porcupine, that was for certain. A porcupine that had now reached his hand out and began to stroke his muzzle…

 

“W-h-wh-o…. a-are… yo-u…?” his voice was broken, definitely a sign of being drugged, but he couldn't remember anything like that happening.

 

The porcupine smirked, a flash of clear white fang matching his fur. Still that hand brushed against his muzzle, but he was too tired to shake it off.

 

“Depends on who you are. Some people call me Sir, others, Professor.”

 

His voice was soft, unnaturally so, and it had the same tone in it as his Keeper at the Reserve. And that was the one that was supposed to be his Father…

 

“W-w-hat… d-d-d'you wan….t.”

 

Still a broken voice, but he didn't care anymore. His golden pupils watched as the porcupine leaned in, still smirking. He reached his ear, so close that as he talked his lips brushed against the inside.

 

“What do I want, hm?”

 

A quick nuzzle started to his ear before moving back, stilling him in shock. Only the Keeper at the Reserve did that to him.

 

“Well, you'll just have to find out.”

 

 

“Ugh…”

It was the first thing the white one uttered as his mind began to slowly slip back to reality. For that was all he could say, given the appalling feeling all through his body. It felt as if someone had got him insanely drunk before taking off an arm and a leg. The last time he felt something so bad, he was strapped to a chair watching a den of demon's fight over who took a bite out of him first. Not a very happy feeling, he knew for a fact.

He knew almost exactly where he was and what happened to make him as bad as any hangover could, he just was too utterly tired to think of anything other than the throbbing inside his head. Groggy was another thing that he was feeling. Splitting sure wasn't as much a good idea as he thought. Maybe a touch too painful for his liking. And as he began to feel further, something shocked him most of all. He cried out in the bizarreness of it all. His mind seemed so empty, as if someone had taken a literal chunk out of it. It felt like… like the equivalent of someone taking away a limb…

 

“Cinos, Cinos, wake up!”

 

A voice. Slightly familiar, like he knew that voice all too well, but his mind just couldn't seem to grasp anything properly. Then another one, this one much more adolescent.

 

“Come on, man, don't die on us!”

 

This time, he opened his eyes. Royal blue in colour, but dull for certain, he looked at the three crouched over him in turn. By the time he had finished studying the third one, he knew who they were all right. Aeliran, Mylin and Sonic; Warrior, Keeper and Blue Boy; his near enough brothers. And here they all were, with the same looks of concern on their faces, which quickly broke out into relieved smiles. The white one blinked as all three breathed a sigh of relief.

 

`Must've been real worried…'

 

Hesitantly, he tried moving into a sitting position, just to test how fine he was. The Super-Sonic look-a-like beside him shook his head, willing him to lie back down.

 

“Stay down, you caught your torso on the bedside table when you fell. Don't worry, Mylin's working on it,” Aeliran informed him.

 

And indeed he was. The hedgehog could feel Mylin's now ungloved hand on his chest, the power of Healing going through his body and setting to work on the wound. Sonic made a noise and Cinos turned those striking blue eyes to lock onto his emerald ones.

 

“We just walked in and found you passed out on the floor. You looked dead! What happened?”

 

Cinos coughed, buying some time to think of an answer. He couldn't tell his friends what really happened. Doing that would mean explaining everything about him and that strange Order porcupine. And he really didn't want that evil demon coming back to haunt him when he had spent so long trying to get rid of him. More coughing ensued, trying to make it as natural as possible while his mind thought fast. Suddenly he stopped, an answer crossing his mind.

 

“- I went to the bathroom last night, then made my way back here. Uhh… Must've tripped over something and hit my head… Yeah, that's right…”

 

He watched their faces, praying that they would buy it. Sonic, as predicted, took the bait and grinned, showing he understood Cinos' predicament. Aeliran though… Well, he didn't seem so sure. His crimson eyes stared deep into his blue ones, as if penetrating them and searching for the truth. After a second he looked away… Unconvinced, but not going to say anything. That was good. But then an awkward silence began…

Mylin pulling his hands away and clapping them together to get his patient's attention, as he was beginning to doze off, soon broke it.

 

“All done!”

 

White quills bounced vaguely as he nodded, thanking the Keeper with a warm smile. Then, sitting up, he experienced a wave of stiffness in his chest, but that was normal; any wound that was healed had to feel at least a little bit taut at one point right? He would never know; he had never experienced wounds that needed healing manually before. Still, he attempted to get up, willing his legs to respond to his actions. They felt unnaturally like jelly, making his knees shake. Only one step was taken before he gripped at Aeliran's arm, trying to keep balance.

 

“It might be better for you to get some rest; y'know, that wound could open up again if you strain too hard,” Mylin informed him, offering his other arm to help the younger hedgehog stabilize.

 

Together with Aeliran and Mylin's help he reached the bed, half-collapsing on top of it and bringing the sheets up to his neck. The fabric felt nice against the bare beige skin over his chest (healing never grew back the fur, to his dislike) and he spent no time at all getting ready to drift off once again.

 

“I'll stay outside, if you need anything.”

 

Cinos was about to say something in protest, knowing that Aeliran didn't just do things like that out of the goodness of his heart. He also knew that Aeliran would have seen right through him, which would mean he would come in and ask him until he confessed. Oh boy, he was screwed now… He watched them all leave, pretending to drift off to sleep, but as soon as the door closed, he was instantly wide-awake. The emptiness was keeping him awake, eating away at his very soul. Something told him he had made a terrible mistake but he couldn't think what. He rolled onto his stomach, a horrible thought catching him just before he went back to sleep.

 

`What if this split wasn't right for me after all?'

 

 

The copper-furred one was slowly lifted from the hard chair, his head still dully throbbing. The metal chains that had once dug into his wrists hung down from where that strange porcupine had unlocked them, dull and barely glinting in the lantern's light. He felt gentle hands under him, raising him easily up away from the harsh glare of that same lantern. The side of his face was pressed to a muscular chest, soft white fur running over it. It felt nice, to be treated like a child and not a rogue anymore. Then he realised. He was letting his captor touch and look after him. He tried to struggle, but it only resulted in the porcupine tightening his grip on him.

 

“Shh…” the porcupine tried to quieten him, as if he was upset about something and required being shushed.

 

The golden eyes closed under heavy lids for a second, trying to shake off the awful sickly feeling as his head swam; it quickly disappeared as he felt fingers running through unnaturally fine fur. It felt nice on his scarred skin and he allowed it. Not like he had a choice, but still, it was allowed. Slowly, the porcupine began to move off into the darkness. He tensed, hating the obscurity of the room; it reminded him too much of what and who he was, something he was still trying to forget. Eyes averted to their cat-like state, but still barely made out a door through the sea of black.

All the same, they reached that same door and his eyes snapped back into focus as the porcupine banged on it once. A muffled squeak came to his ears, right after a sound of a latch clicking open before light flooded out. Golden eyes squinted, the quick contrast from light to dark making his pupils expand dramatically. All he saw was a small mouse-like Mobian, enormous ears folded and his eyes on the floor. Not very intimidating, and looking at the pitiful creature he relaxed slightly. For a bodyguard, it was reassuring he wouldn't be killed.

After the mouse-creature had bowed once and raced off down the corridor to his left, the porcupine began walking again. He soon got used to the motion of the powerful strides. Left, right, left, right, left. Even the unnamed creature's breathing could be heard down the silent corridor. That was another thing that rattled him; the silence seemed so quiet that t was pressing down against his ears, making him feel a twinge of claustrophobia now and then. It was forgotten, as they entered a huge room…

This surprised him; never had he expected such a grand and high-tech room to open out from that tiny corridor. Most of it was metal, apart from a clear white dome over the top, much like a mini-sun. It certainly gave off the heat needed, as there were no windows or central heating inside. Mobians were racing all over, most looking fearfully at the porcupine and springing into their jobs with double the enthusiasm as before. This puzzled him; why would they act like that around such a kind Mobian? But it hurt to think, so he idly shook his head and let his eyes have a few minutes rest.

And if he were in his right mind would notice how they seemed to stare at him, some with admiration and others with jealousy; he was unaware that he was the first to ever be shown actual affection from the porcupine. Neither did he notice that the same porcupine was gripping onto him tightly, almost possessively, and glaring at each No Level that got too close. No, no one would ruin his plans for his prize.

Soon, they were walking down a much more homey corridor, a burgundy carpet soft and silky to the touch running over the floor, while a central heating system provided them with all the warmth they needed. It felt good on the younger one's body after spending so many nights on the cold streets of so-and-so city. Eyelids lifted once again, noticing right away only two doors not leading off onto another metal corridor. One was solid gold and the other was a charming mahogany colour, making him relax all the more. This didn't remind him of home or the Reserve…

The white one briefly stepped up to the mahogany door, somehow able to open the door just fine with him in his arms. Then walked inside, the grand bedroom of mahogany with golden trappings making itself known immediately. He could only stare, never seeing anything so fancy in his life. This was truly something he had never experienced; sudden amnesia and then being taken in by a caring and rich porcupine that seemed to have a knack in parenting.

Softly, he was laid down on the silk sheets by that same porcupine, feeling the delicate material rub against his fur as if soothing him to sleep. He could feel himself reaching the brink of consciousness; sleep was almost upon him. Someone removed his cloak, the raggedy thing slipping off him easily, revealing his heavily scarred and battered body, and already beginning to heal. Then the porcupine came into view again, briefly moving a hand over his muzzle before moving away.

The orange-eyed one stopped and turned, one hand on the lantern dimly lit on the table near the door..

 

“Sleep well, my prince, for tomorrow is a big day.”

 

And with that he dimmed the lantern down till it was but a tiny spark, then steps out the door, closing it behind him. His cloak swept fully round him, as he flapped his white wings, a smile beginning to appear on his face.

 

`All is going according to plan…'

 

 

R + R

NO FLAMES

(very much allergic to second degree burns, you know)