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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Author�s
Note: Now that the holiday break is coming to an end, I think
we should take a little bit of time to update this story. Especially
given the fact that a new semester is just around the corner, as well
as getting back into that crazy routine.
But
first, we have a few responses to some comments made, particularly
about the amount of knowledge displayed throughout the course of the
story:
The
reason we know so much about pregnancy, sex, and the like is not
because we�ve been through all of this scenario (since there are
elements that we�ve each experienced personally), but because we
did a good bit of research as we were going along, as well as the
fact that I�m currently taking a course on sexuality (which makes
for interesting little tidbits we can add).
Secondly,
we wanted to be as accurate as we possibly could when dealing/talking
about pregnancy, since it�s been our experience when reading fan
fiction depicting it that most are grossly inaccurate. Having a baby
the day, week, or month after insemination does NOT happen in actual
circumstances, unless you�re going for the magical/demonic
explanation�
And
I think that covers most of what stood out for us. Also, as for this
chapter, I have to warn you, there�s some torture ahead, so it
might just get a little bit ugly�
(Amy�s
P.O.V.)
Ugh�
I slowly stir from my slumber,
groaning as my eyes are greeted with a blinding light. My body is
aching, but it�s of little concern to me as my mind is in a
complete haze - especially once I realize that I�m in an unknown,
yet seemingly familiar area. The events of before are nothing more
than an entangled blur, and as it slowly begins to unravel, I become
more alert, paying more attention to my surroundings. Eager to get my
bearings, I attempt to pull myself up into a sitting position, but
can feel a force holding me back. A second attempt at getting up
receives the same reception, and a quick glance down reveals leathery
restraints around my waist, upper chest, along with metal shackles
clasping each wrist.
Trapped. If I wasn�t scared
before, I was certainly now, as certain aspects of the room made
things click for me:
The humming and buzzing of
several monitors and various forms of machinery. Two armed guard
robots were stationed in front of the exit, which happened to have
that horrible looking caricature of the person responsible. Eggman.
Speak of the devil. He just
walked in.
His appearance is a bit different
from what I remember of him; his tangled brown whiskers have taken on
some hues of gray, while his once round face and figure are sagging
in places where they once were firm. The firmness might be more of
a compliment, given his body type. As he draws closer, I notice
that he has somewhat of a limp in one of his legs. He�s
definitely getting on in years.
�Ah, you�re awake!� he
exclaims, while brushing away a stray strand of hair from my face.
�Little more than the course of a full day��
I cringe back at his touch, feeling
nothing but rising and immediate anger. �Don�t touch me,
bastard!� I shout back at him while trying in vain to escape from
my restraints. I slouch back underneath them as what little strength
I had was drained from the attempt, glaring at him with eyes that
were quickly beginning to cloud and fill with tears.
He reaches over to wipe away a stray
tear that had managed to escape. �Oh, come now, Amy. Is that really
any way a person in your condition should be acting?�
�Bastard!� I scream at him, a
bit louder than before.
He snickers, before quickly
returning to a serious grimace. �You�re one to talk�, he
sneers, while extending an index finger to point at my stomach.
�Rather hypocritical, especially coming from someone who is
carrying the bastard offspring of a boy terrified of
commitment.�
I inwardly growl at him �
calling my child�Sonic�s child� a bastard? The nerve!
Frustrated, I somehow manage to swing one of my legs over and
whack him good � right in the crotch. �Let�s see you try to
have some of your own then!� I tell him as he falls to his knees in
pain. It takes him a couple of minutes to recompose himself, as that
single blow to his testicles had pretty much knocked the wind out of
him. �Serves you right,� I tell him, smirking. It diminishes
somewhat once he was back on his feet, but I manage to keep it up
nonetheless.
I didn�t feel like giving him
the satisfaction of seeing me frightened for whatever he planned to
do.
Little did I know that what was
to unfold would frighten me for many nights to come�
�You little�wr�wretch...�
he manages as breath comes back to him. �You�d be surprised how
advanced artificial insemination has gotten...� In a flash, he
produces a pint-sized remote control, as his back is turned towards
me, along with the various monitors situated throughout the room.
�But, if you think you know otherwise, then explain to me how an
illegitimate child didn�t come to be as a result of this.�
A giant screen right across from us
begins to flicker on, and while the image is still forming, my heart
sinks as the sound is coming through loud and clear �familiar, yet
muffled grunts and sighs, at varying strengths and intervals. I turn
away in disgust, as a fresh set of tears begin to fall, already
gaining a clearer comprehension of his previous statement.
�I can�t�.Amy...I�m
gonna�ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!�
I don�t need to look up to
recognize the voice, since I already knew that it belonged to Sonic,
or realize what it was that the both of us had been doing at the time
� making love. Or rather, the conclusion of one of our
sessions.
Being with Sonic in that way was
and still is something special. But knowing that someone had been
recording and watching just cheapens it�and the thought of him
watching every one of those special moments�just makes me feel like
a cheap little whore. And the thought of him possibly deriving
pleasure from it is just�
I gag as I try to suppress a growing
urge to vomit, chocking back the tears that are freely falling at
this point.
Having him spy on me or any of
our other friends isn�t anything new, but this� is a new low.
The audio is still going as he tries
to force me to look by grabbing my chin, but I continue to resist. He
begins to get rougher by tugging on my bangs with his other hand,
while attempting to silence my cries with the other. It starts to
become difficult to breathe, as I�m gasping and wheezing from a
combination of exhaustion and reduced intake of air. Growing frantic,
I open my mouth and bite into what felt like fingers as hard as I
possibly could, grinding and gnawing at it as if it were a piece of
meat.
I�m rewarded for my effort with a
sharp yelp and a slap to the face, but continue to hold on until he
finally escapes my grasp. The audio abruptly stops, so I slowly open
my eyes to see Eggman shrieked back in agony. It had managed to
create a wound that was bleeding rather profusely, gushing from his
hand and splattering onto the floor below. The aftertaste of his
blood was also tingling within my mouth, intermingling with what felt
like a mix of cloth and meat.
Instantly nauseated by the end
result, I gag in disgust.
�No more games!� he yells
in pain, using his elbow to tap a button on a control panel near by.
Still applying pressure to the wound, he shouts, �Retrieve and
bring Guest B here immediately!�
Guest B? Who or what could that
possibly be?
�You should consider yourself
lucky that I didn�t have you thrown in the metal compactor for this
lovely little mark�, he states while looking for something to wrap
his hand in. �But I need you and your progeny alive. At least, for
now��
At that moment, the chamber door
opened. Sara is being dragged in by two Egg Pawns, each having a
rather tight grip on her. She struggles to get free, but pauses when
one of them lifts their weapon towards her face. �Amy!� she
shouts, after seeing me strapped down. Once all three of them are
standing in front of Eggman, they drop her with a �thud�, as one
of them proceeds to pin her down with their heavy, steel foot. She
lets out a muffled cry as her head hits the floor, nearly knocking
off her glasses in the process.
�That�s enough. Please return to
your stations.� He commands. Both salute him and promptly exit,
leaving me, Sara, and the self appointed genius-turned-lunatic by
ourselves.
�I�m going to need your medical
expertise in tending to this,� he declares as she gets to her feet.
�One of two things that I�ll need you for.�
She refuses by crosses her arms and
glares at him defiantly, and it�s only just now that I realize that
she had also been crying like I had. �I want my daughter!�
she demands, taking a step forward. �What have you done with her?�
That�s right � we were both
searching for Aria in that fire before everything went black. If
Sara�s here, then who knows what he�s doing to Aria!
His response � laughter. Or
rather, more like a low, controlled chuckle being emitted from within
his throat.
Still indulging himself, he shakes
his head. �My dear Dr. Torinai, you are in no position to be making
demands of me.� Holding out his hand, he gestures for her to
examine it. �Besides, I�d think it�d be best to adhere to
mine�at least, if you wish to see her alive.�
I would love to take that as an
empty threat, but after these events, I can�t be too sure. I can
only hope she�s alright�
�Monster!� she screams,
as frustration dominates her regular calm. She continues to protest
until he reaches over and turns on that same monitor, replacing its
earlier image with that of her daughter. Encased in a cylinder-like
enclosure, she�s crying and screaming �Mommy!!!� at the top of
her lungs. With the exception of the former, she appears alright
otherwise.
�Aria!!! Mommy�s here!� Sara
yells back. She runs over to the screen in anguish, but stops as it
suddenly goes off.
�Other than that irritable
screeching, you saw for yourself just now that your brat�s fine.�
He states, once again insisting upon the examination of his wound,
which is still bleeding. His face has also begun to take on a paler
tone, showing that the loss of blood was finally catching up to him.
�You might want to tend to me if you want her back.�
He stumbles forward, as his bad leg
buckles under him and falls to the floor. Sara rushes to him and
begins to tend to his wound, attempting to administer first aid. She
comes to the conclusion that he needs stitches, so he has one of his
pawns fetch her surgical needle and thread, as well as disinfectant
and a topical anesthetic.
�Where�s that anesthetic?� he
asks, amongst a few yelps in between each stitch.
�You�better not hurt my baby,�
she replies, oblivious to his inquiry. She tugs at the needle and
thread harder than required and is greeted with a sharp whine. �If
you hurt her I�ll...�
�You�ll what, Dr. Torinai?,�
he snaps back. �Once again, you are in no position to be making
threats or demands.�
Sara quiets down, but with even more
contempt towards him than before.
It�s not much longer before she�s
finished, as she finishes up by tightly wrapping the treated hand
with gauze. �It�s done�, she says while wrapping the last of
the gauze. ��I did what you wanted�
�so please, let me see my
daughter.�
The bastard takes the liberty of
laughing once more, looking over his freshly bandaged hand as he
settles down into a nearby chair. �Come now, Dr. Torinai, the fun
has only started!� Pressing a button located on one of the arm
rests, he calls for another of his drones, and within seconds, two
smaller, sleeker versions of his Egg Pawns enters the room. Within
moments, they�re by his side, and by pressing another button on
each one, a hidden compartment is opened. The first seems to have
several various types of medical equipment. But that paled in
comparison to the other � the sheer radiance and glow being emitted
from it was extreme, and once Eggman reaches inside of it, the source
became clear.
A Chaos Emerald. Make that
two � he just pulled out another. They�re both glowing brightly,
and in all the time that I�ve known of their existence, I have
never once seen them with such radiance unless being used to perform
a miracle or transformation.
Why would they be glowing now?
For the next few minutes, he seems
preoccupied with looking over everything set before him, before
making another selection � a syringe attached to an abnormally long
needle. He points to it, and then to a more than puzzled Sara, and in
an instance, that garbage heap delivers the item to her. Once it�s
in her grasp, he says: �I�ll need you more than ever, considering
that my hands are tied.�
His attention turns back over to me,
with his little smile turned into a sinister grin. �It doesn�t
take a genius to see that I�m getting on in years�, he starts.
�So that means that I have a limited amount of time with which I
can achieve my life�s goals, if at all. As the years have passed,
I�ve only narrowed them to two: complete world domination and the
demise of Sonic the Hedgehog. Since it doesn�t appear as if I�ll
completely achieve the first, I thought I�d opt out for fulfilling
the second.�
I know full well that Sonic is
capable of handling himself, but the thought of him being hurt or
even killed scares me. Even more than ever now that we�re on the
verge of starting a family.
�Sonic won�t stand for that!�
I exclaimed, as my emotions once again get the better of me.
�Of course he won�t.� he
agreed. �No matter how hard I�ve tried, nothing I�ve done has
succeeded in accomplishing this goal. Even with the best of my
machinery, I could barely make a dent in him.
But as you can clearly see, age is
starting to take its toll on me, particularly on my eyes and hands.
My eyesight is failing at a moderately steady rate, and it�s
already at the qualifying level of legal blindness.� Pointing to
his glasses, he continues: �Outside of this calibrated eyewear, my
eyesight is on par with that of a bat�s.�
Rouge would take grave offense to
that.
�Moderate arthritis in unison
with that also makes it difficult to perform delicate modifications
to even the hardiest of my inventions.
So, as I�m unable to create and
fine tune a machine that could accomplish this, I was forced to look
into other methods��
�What other methods?� I naively
ask.
�Other areas of scientific
endeavor� he replied. �One in which specially built machinery can
easily do about 95 of the labor on its own. Particularly, in the
area of biological warfare � with a strong concentration on the
potential exploitation of certain genetic flaws within the hedgehog
genome.�
Genetic flaws?
�I initially thought of it upon a
leisurely reading of my grandfather�s notes concerning Shadow�s
creation. . . I was just going to catch him off guard and somehow get
a sample of his blood to further this plan, but that has proven
unsuccessful � he makes rubbish out of most of my pawns without so
much as a scratch.
I did come close once � during the
failed retrieval of a Chaos Emerald about a year ago��
Is he referring to what I think
he is?
�That was ruined the instant he
attempted to save the life of some pathetic little urchin.� he
states, confirming my suspicions. �The sample that I managed to
obtain was tainted, as a significant amount of the child�s blood
had mingled with his. I was able to separate it to a degree, but even
with what I was able to decipher, I was only able to obtain an
incomplete genetic sequence.
Yet, imagine my surprise when I
discovered you were pregnant with his offspring! I doubt you�re
fully aware of it, but I believe that you also carry several of the
links that were missing in his samples. Any offspring that the both
of you conceive would theoretically have an almost complete sequence
combining the two, which is exactly what I need.�
�And...� he paused, while
reaching for one of the emeralds, �to prove it, I�m test my
theory right now by making use of 2 of the 5 Chaos Emeralds that I
hold in my possession this very moment.� Without a moment�s
hesitation, he undoes the restraint holding down my stomach, before
forcefully lifting up my blouse and exposing the area.
I want to scream out in protest,
but the strength I needed to had mysteriously vanished. All I could
do was stare back, helpless, as fear continued to grow with each
second.
He presses the first emerald against
my abdomen, with little to no concern for any discomfort to me, as I
whine in pain. I grit my teeth, as the angle at which he�s holding
it makes it feel as if it would shred through my womb at any given
moment. The radiance begins to increase, and the once cool surface of
the emerald immediately begins to heat up, spark and fizzle. It soon
becomes too bright, and I instinctively shut my eyes to prevent
myself from going blind.
�Interesting�, I hear him say,
and soon feel the presence of another cool object being pressed
against my abdomen. The second Chaos Emerald. It�s already heating
up at a similar rate to the first, and, once the familiar fizzle like
the first is heard, I give out a sharp and terrified cry.
Agony. Acute, sharp, and
constant, and all coming from my abdomen and the surrounding area
below it. Felt as if something was trying to push itself out of
me, with little regard as to what part of �me� it came out of.
And while it�s trying to get out, I�m trying to keep it back in.
Is this�what childbirth will be
like?
The pain is too much, and I yell out
in protest. �STOP IT!� I exclaim. �STOP!�
�It should definitely be a sight
to behold when you�re actually experiencing true childbirth,� he
states, as he pulls away one of the emeralds. The pain slowly begins
to subside, but not immediately. Ripples of agony are still traveling
through me, with intervals of alternating relief and pain.
I look up at the bastard, who�s
stroking those wretched whiskers of that sagging, graying face while
pulling away the other emerald. �I believe that proved my theory,�
he reflects. �Sonic is one of the few individuals who can harness
the power of the Chaos Emeralds through sheer will and instinct.
Judging from that fantastic little spectacle we just witnessed, I�d
say based on that alone that any of your children would also
have this instinct. I�d even go as far as to say they have a very
promising aptitude for it, as a reaction to the Emeralds was created
within the womb��
He continues: �I�m more than
convinced now that your progeny is the finest sample of his genetic
structure that I can ever hope to get my hands on. A perfect genetic
sequence makes it easier to zero in on imperfections and flaws within
the genetic code. While most who study this generally have the
intention of using such information to create cures and vaccines for
pre-existing illnesses, I plan on doing the complete opposite �
create a biological concoction so specific and unique, that it could
only affect him and anyone else that was directly related.�
Oh my God�he�s�
�I haven�t necessarily worked
out the details of how it�d affect him personally, but I�m aiming
for something that would paralyze him from the waist down and have
him wasting away into an agonizing death.
And since I don�t want a horribly
flawed product, you and your progeny have been awarded the chance to
test it out, if you will��
I�ve become emotional again,
crying like I had before at this revelation. His previous attempts
had only been carried out to try and prevent us from hindering his
plans. But this was different. It was cold. It was ruthless. It was
planned out and calculated to every little detail. I don�t even
think words can begin to express how scared I am for the love of my
life and our child�
�Oh come now, Amy,� he says,
while patting my protruding belly, �I hear the afterlife isn�t
all that bad. The food might suck, but that�s a different story.�
Looking over to Sara, he continues: �I might have done my homework
on genetics, but I�m no where near qualified in the area of caring
for pregnant women and delivering babies. Even if I wanted to, my
arthritis would be a great hindrance, as I specifically need to
perform one specific test: a karotype. A procedure called an
amniocentesis is used to extract a sample of the amniotic fluid in
your womb with the use of a long needle inserted externally.�
�I�m not letting you touch my
baby!� I yell at him. �And if you lay another hand on me, Sonic�s
going to rip you in two!!�
�You should be grateful!� he
shouts. �I was going to abduct any old doctor to perform this
procedure, but dismissed it as the amniocentesis is a tricky
procedure within itself � the smallest lapse in precision can
create a series of tragic complications, which would prove useless to
me as I need to insure that your offspring is carried and delivered
at full term. And, as luck would have it, you happened to have your
own physician, who not only is familiar with this procedure, but
specializes in arising complications as well!�
Sara�s eyes widened upon hearing
this revelation, clasping the needle tightly while glancing over
towards me, fear etched over her face. Trembling, she looks back down
at the needle before allowing it to drop to the floor. �You�re
mad!� she shouts, backing away from him. �This breaks every
principle within the Hippocratic Oath, and I refuse to have any part
in it!�
He laughs again, louder than before.
�Dr. Torinai,� he chuckles, �How many times do I have to state
that there�s very little choice in the matter for you?�
�Besides,� he says while turning the monitors on again, �Your
daughter�s well being should be of more importance than if you
didn�t help me.�
Aria�s image once again graces the
screen, still encased within the glass tube. Her cries are still
strong, but spaced out between one to the next. Poor thing�if we
get out of this, she�s going to be sick�
�Mom�my�mo..mm...y�,� she
wailed, while still keeping up hope.
�ARIA!� Sara shouted back, with
the beginning of a new set of tears. Emotional, she turns to face our
captor, alternating between fear and anger, before soon finding a
balance amongst the two. �How can you do this to a baby?�
Eggman has a very smug expression
across his face, and seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much.
Holding up the remote again, he lazily traces a finger from his good
hand, playfully tapping each button along the way. One muted Aria�s
anguished cries, and yet another increased her screams to an
unbearable decibel.
It took a couple of minutes, but
he must have tapped nearly every single button on that damn thing.
All of them except for one � a round button positioned right smack
in the middle of it. He had every opportunity to press it, or at
least, be inclined towards it, yet skipped it any time his finger
could have brazed it.
�Tell me doctor, have you enrolled
her in swimming lessons yet?� he asks suddenly.
Beep. The button is pressed,
and almost immediately, the warmth and color in Sara�s features are
flushed away. Falling to her knees, she no longer appears to have the
mental and physical strength to move.
He presses another button, and my
ears instantly pick up a high pitched shriek. Dreading what I was
about to see, I slowly divert my attention away from him to have a
full view of what was unraveling before us on-screen.
If I hadn�t wished something
horrible on him for what he was planning to do to me, I certainly
wanted it for what he was doing now.
Water has started to rush into the
cylinder, with such a velocity that she couldn�t handle. I closed
my eyes, as I was truly disgusted with what he was attempting to do.
For all I know, his twisted geriatric mind could be planning to
use her as a consequence�an example�
�Bastard! She�s going to drown
if you don�t stop it!� I shout, as the sound of coughing and
chocking come to my ears. Tears falling, I reopen my eyes to see that
the water level has already reached her neck, and still rising.
�Enough.�
Sara � she�s getting back on her
feet, but not before picking up the syringe she had discarded awhile
earlier.
�Enough already,� she states
softly. Walking forward, she�s soon face to face with him. Quickly
putting her head down, she mumbles, �Leave her alone and
I�ll...I�ll will�� Turning her back towards me, she finishes
her statement: �I just need more time to reconsider.�
Almost immediately, Eggman shuts
down the water and begins to drain some of it, leaving it halfway at
Aria�s midsection.
�You�ve worn my patience thin,
Dr. Torinai,� he states, while attempting to straighten his
whiskers. �But�I�ll give you a couple of minutes.�
Pressing another button, the water
begins to run and fill the cylinder, but at a significantly slower
rate. �If you take too long,� he explains, �I doubt that I�ll
be able to stop it this time, willing or not.�
Sara doesn�t seem to hear him
though. She�s looking right at me, and I can tell that she�s not
entirely in herself. Rational reasoning is giving in Mother�s
instinct.
It�s telling her to save her
baby. At any cost.
And as all of this is happening, the
bastard is still smug. If I weren�t tied down, he
wouldn�t be smiling like that. Ever.
With the two Chaos Emeralds in hand,
he limps over to my side. �So,� he asks, �Where were we
before?� He doesn�t hesistate to once again apply the both to my
abdomen, causing the agony I felt before to resurface with a
vengeance.
�One whole day and Sonic�s not
yet here?� he states mockingly. �Seems fishy�maybe he doesn�t
want the responsibility?�
Granted the way he found out was
far from ideal, Sonic isn�t the type to run away from
responsibility. Even if he never told me how he felt, I would like to
have thought that he would do the right thing.
I close my eyes while trying in vain
to not cry out in pain. I may have cried before, but I don�t want
to give him the satisfaction.
He�s not getting away with
this. Sonic�s going to mop the floor with him. It�s only a matter
of time. He�s always been there for me before. He�ll be
here�soon�
But until then, I have to remain
strong. Strong for the life of our child.
I open my eyes, glaring at him
defiantly, amidst a strained face. The pain is still increasing, and
reaching levels that I never knew existed. I try and bite my tongue,
but I�ve already reached my limit. Exhausted, and aching with
agony, I let out a shriek so high pitched and precise, that it
catches him off guard.
Only to be met with one from him.
Both emeralds suddenly drop to the
floor, and he stumbles back, then forward, before collapsing face
first alongside them.
Is he having a heart attack?
Stroke?
Inching myself over, I receive my
answer. A syringe is sticking out of his back, and Sara�s standing
beside him, with an arm raised in his direction. She doesn�t
hesitate to smash in his wounded hand when he tries to reach for it,
and promptly kicks it down before stomping on it once more. With
high heels. Ouch.
�Aggg�ggrr..,� is all he can
manage to muffle.
Sara backs away from him, but not
before delivering a swift kick at the syringe, breaking it. Rushing
to my side, she begins to undo my restraints, and I assist once my
arms are freed.
�Let�s go � Aria is already
submerged!� she yells, while helping me down from the table.
I don�t look back at the
screen, knowing full well that every second counted. Any second
wasted idly could mean the difference between life and death.
I reach down to grab the Chaos
Emeralds, while stifling back a cry. That reaction is still going.
�Don�t touch those!� Sara yells after me, �He was trying to
fry you alive with them!�
�Maybe so, but I can�t let him
keep them!� I shouted back. �He�s never used these for anything
good, and it�s brought chaos every single time.� And with that, I
put stash them away in my pant pockets for safe keeping.
Still in a good bit of pain, Sara
lets me lean on her for support. She begins to help me towards the
door, but as we�re about to reach it, alarms start to go off.
Looking back, Eggman�s still sprawled out on the floor, with his
precious little remote in hand.
He�s pretty messed up �
impact of the fall has caused his nose to bleed profusely.
�You�re�not getting out�alive�� he gurgles, with blood
bubbling in his mouth.
That�s when I did something
stupid. I went back on my own power, leaving Sara at the door.
Walking towards him slowly, I summon my hammer. The Long Hammer.
I only use it for long range combat, but I think that this time, I
can make an exception�
CLANG!!!
You would have thought I cracked
his skull, right?
With everything he�s put me
through, I only place enough force into the blow that it knocked him
out.
I won�t kill. It�s just not
in me�
It�s not something I want to
have to tell our child when they�re older either...
Sara�s already gone ahead of me,
and by the time I catch up, she�s cornered by an armed Egg Robo.
With one good BANG to the back, I soon draw its
attention away from her and onto me.
�I can take care of this tin
can!� I shout to her confidently. �Aria needs you right now! I�ll
catch up soon!�
CLINK!
BANG!
CRACK!
I waste no time in making quick work
of it, and catch up with Sara in record time. She�s stopped in
front of one particular door, ramming it with her entire body. �My
baby�s in there!� she shouts. Sighing, she tries to ram it again,
but barely taps it due to overexertion.
As I step over to lend a hand, I
feel suddenly damp. Looking down, water is leaking out from
underneath the door. Not good.
Taking a second to bring out the
Long Hammer, I make quick work of the door�s hinges, bashing them
in before delivering a good blow right down the middle to crack it in
two.
The next blow went straight towards
the glass cylinder, which was very much full. Water splashes
everywhere once the glass is shattered, with Aria going along with
it. Sara reaches up to catch her, and gets pushed back by the sheer
force of the water. They both land on the ground, with Sara holding
onto her as tight as she could.
Quickly gathering her bearings, Sara
wastes no time in tending to her little girl. �Aria?� she asks
tearfully. �Mommy�s here.�
She looked so...limp.
�Oh my god!� Sara shouts, �She�s
not breathing!� As I watch on in horror, she frantically begins to
perform CPR, breathing gently into her mouth and nostrils, as well as
massaging her chest to open her lungs up.
She repeats each step, and it feels
like an eternity. And still, nothing.
�she might not ever wake up.
Aria, no�
�Aria!� Sara shouts, in between
sobs. �Wake up�please��
The air suddenly felt thick and
dismal, which sent a chill down my spine. I shudder, as something
cold had just passed me.
The fact that she may have passed
already finally begins to sink into Sara, as she stops CPR and
scoops her up in her arms.
�I�m so sorry, honey,� she
sobs while holding her tight. �Mommy�s here now��
Cough.
I thought I was imagining it, but
Sara heard it too, with more following after it.
�MuM�mmy.!!!�
�Aria!!� we exclaim
simultaneously. She�s now crying as well, still coughing to get the
water out of her lungs. Sara�s helping her along in the process by
patting her on the back, holding onto her as if she�ll never let go
again.
�Mommy�s here�� she cries,
overjoyed.
While this is a very emotional
moment, there�s still one more thing that needs to be done: finding
a way out. I might have knocked that heartless son of a bitch out,
but only to buy us some time to find Aria. We need to start moving
and quick � the alarm is still sounding, so Egg Pawns must be
swarming the place.
�Sara, Aria�, I start up,
getting back to my feet. �We need to move very quickly and find the
nearest exit.�
As if on cue, two Egg Pawns
immediately step in, their weapons aiming at us. They�re inches
away from our face, and one of them points their gun directly in
Aria�s face. Exhausted as she is, she still has the strength to
cry.
She and her mother have been
through enough already.
The second Egg Pawn follows suit,
only this time, aiming directly at me.
Weapon will fire in T minus 10
seconds.
..9
I raise my arm.
�8�7�
I snap my fingers.
�6�5�
Piko Piko Hammer in hand.
�3�4�
Slap one weapon away and up towards
the ceiling.
�2�1�
Attempt to hit the one aiming at me
and miss�but it aims upwards anyway.
�0
BOOM!
Both weapons go off, and discharge
into the concrete ceiling above. Debris soon crumbles and knocks both
units out, but it�s too late � it�s caving in.
As we try to make it to the
door, it completely begins to give way. Not knowing what would happen
next, we prepare to brace ourselves for the impending impact, when I
suddenly feel a familiar presence by our side. Someone I know. Care
for. Love platonically.
As the ceiling finally gives way, I
find myselfclinging next to someone with a familiar pair of
crimson eyes.
Shadow?
And that�s the end of this
chapter folks. It took 2 and a half months to do, but I think it�s
worth it. 14 pages single spaced and all.
Also, this starts the darkest set
of chapters to come � and it�s going to get a bit bloody.
Sonic�s voicing some fears
about relationships and parenthood in this next one, and some of his
severe guilt from previous chapters is coming back with a vengeance.
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