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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.

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Author’s Note: Well folks, it’s the start of 2008, thus a new year. It also means that this story is finally seeing an update in the form of a brand new chapter. About time too – we both know that you guys have been just aching for an update, and here it is!
As for this chapter, all I can say is that it’s going to get a tad…violent again. You don’t have a super charged hedgehog floating around for show, right? There’s going to be pain, blood, and tears, with one person hopefully wishing that they knew when to quit when they had a chance.
Or were shown mercy. Which ever comes first.
(Amy’s P.O.V.)
Eyes closed. Any moment now, I’ll be waking up to find myself safe and sound. Underneath warm, plush bed covers trying to swat away the intrusive beams of sunlight flowing through the curtains. Waking up to a kiss from Sonic, complete with the complimentary morning breath.
Yeah. Any moment now.
I open my eyes and blink, proceeding to frown at what lies before me. The hopes of this all being some horribly extended nightmare are shattered – this is REAL. I’ve been kidnapped by an aged megalomaniac who’s proven to be more mentally unstable than I ever imagined. Who’s also kidnapped my obstetrician along with her kid, whom he very nearly drowned without the slightest bit of remorse.
I would love to believe that one act of endangering a life is enough to frighten me, but it only proves that his ‘plan’ is no joking matter. He wants the love of my life dead as a means of reconciling for the shortcomings of his own intellectual achievements and is willing to do what he can to make it happen. Even if it includes taking the life of an innocent child.
This isn’t my imagination. I’m not just imagining this Chaos energy-induced agony, or how Shadow is meticulously working to sweep it out of my body as he kneels besides me. I didn’t dream up the fact that the life growing within me had actually been working damage control against the very same energy he's striving to neutralize. Or that the very same life that I had believed was one were actually two separate beings, each working together in their own way.
And I’m certainly not dreaming up this view of a Chaos energy-enlightened Sonic proceeding to beat the living daylights out of Eggman in what would usually be his ‘trump’ card play – though eerily darker and more solemn than any previous recollection can recall.
He’s cracking jokes and taunts one moment, and now he’s more serious than I’ve ever seen him before. Focused. But something tells me not in the way that I would...argh…
Another stab of sheer agony. The waves of discomfort are starting to flesh out, no longer coming as sharp or as frequent as they once were. I look up at Shadow, who’s still attempting to draw out as much excess energy as he can. Sweat has formed upon his brow and is starting to trickle down his face in little beads. It might be too much for him to absorb in such a short duration of time.
“This isn’t as easy as it looks,” he said, while pausing momentarily. “They’ve been on the defensive since the doctor’s light show, so I’ve had to force my way in somewhat to draw the excess energy out.
It took awhile, but I think they now subconsciously realize that I’m a kindred spirit and mean them no ill will.”
Those last few words were able to bring a slight smile to my face, even amidst all this chaos. If these children can already display such a spectacular outburst of energy, I can only imagine how things will be when they’re older...
Another bright flash of light and my eyes are once again covered. And while I can't see anything, my other senses pick up the slack: A loud thunderous 'clap' on par with what one might hear in the mist of a terrible thunderstorm, followed with rapid gusts of air. There's also a lot of 'whizzing', which means that Sonic is breaking his namesake – the sound barrier. Then as suddenly as it came, it stops, and the light begins to mellow out and dim. And then, that's when I hear it: “Please. Have Mercy...” I nearly thought the agony was making me delusional until it was repeated, as both Sara and Shadow perked up. In unison, we all turn in the direction the speaker's voice had come from...
(Shadow's P.O.V.)
“Please, ...have mercy”. Given the circumstances, those are words that I've heard all too often from the doctor. It generally signifies the end of one of his failed exploits, spouting this bullshit when his opponent has the upper hand so that he might escape to concoct another failed plan of worldly domination. I haven't seen it work on anyone save that echidna, who falls for it thanks in part to his naïve understandings of the world.
Besides that, there have been one or two occasions where Sonic was dealt this ploy, and, rather than saying anything, he would just leave without so much as a word. Usually to rush off and save the day, rescuing a friend or some other unfortunate person that was dragged into one of the doctor's affairs...
...exactly the way it should be. Actions speak louder than words. It would save a lot of face for that echidna, who sometimes gloats when it's blatantly obvious he's been fed a lie. Deceit. A promise for reformation.
But, as I've come to learn time and again, showing mercy is a double edged sword; one could come out looking strong or weak depending on the circumstances. Stronger if at peace with the situation, or weak if you felt there was no need for mercy...
Based on an educated guess from all that's happened of late, I'd say this is a case of the latter...
He's reached into the cockpit and pulled out the doctor, who appears to be just as battered and broken as the remnants of his contraption. Hardly recognizable from what it was at any rate- merely scattered metallic scraps that were currently aflame or slowly melting into a congealed state. Some scraps have even apparently been reduced to mere ash as a result of direct contact with the radiant glory of all seven emeralds. The doctor whispers his plea once more, as I suppose that's all that he can manage; the trauma and blood loss together are causing him to teeter along the edge of consciousness.
This is definitely a first – the doctor never gets seriously hurt during a confrontation as he usually has enough foresight to escape. But now, here he is, bloodied and battered in his aged body, struggling to stay awake.
Or at least playing dumb; blood has a tendency of making wounds look far worse than they actually are.
He answers the doctor's pleas by releasing his grip, allowing him to fall on his back with a thud and whimper in more apparent agony as he squirmed on the floor. “Thank you”, he whispers, while struggling to get up as an overturned turtle would. Once he's on his belly, he makes use of his arms and proceeds to crawl away, as the bulk of his injuries must have sapped the strength needed to stand on his own feet.
“I promise that you won't regret..ACK!!”
And he was back on him, once again. Clutching the scruff of his neck while holding him down in place, and soon lifting him up for all to see. All three of us soon hear a slight gurgling, raspy noise that gradually amplifies itself by the time his feet are dangling several inches away from the floor. It isn't much longer after that that we see him frantically clawing at Sonic's arms in an attempt to escape his grasp, with the rasping having come to an abrupt halt moments before. My eyes widen at the sight, but Amy's overall expression confirm what I already know – Sonic's chocking the doctor.
Her face had grown pale and blank, as if her usual rosy composure had been sucked away as a consequence of being in the mist of all the ensuing chaos and despair going on around her. A new stream of tears have also welled up in her eyes and were now falling freely, partly due to the aforementioned, but also due to another surge of Chaos energy. Though given all that's going on right now I'd say the former.
Amy's doctor knelt down by her side, making some use of her dislocated arm by gently wiping away dirt and sweat from her forehead. “Easy now”, she says, while struggling to hold own child in her other arm, “i know it's hard, but you have to try and relax and remain calm.”
“Calm?”, Amy snaps back, grabbing hold of my arm. “My boyfriend is acting in a manner that's COMPLETELY the opposite of his usual demeanor and you say I need to be CA...oww...”
Her doctor looks at her, then back at me, worry evident upon her face. “Is help almost here?”, she asks, while I take a second to ask Tails his whereabouts over my ear piece. All I manage to get is a broken up 'almost' amidst a round of gunshots, which translates into 'Not right now. Busy.' I then relay this to her by saying 'give him a few more minutes' while I attempt to draw more Chaos energy from Amy's abdomen.
And this is a task within itself; while I'm drawing the energy away from them, I'm drawing it within myself as well. But given the circumstances, I'll have to discharge it via a Chaos – related attack; the velocity and fervor of this energy is at a level that I would never have expected a regular person, let alone an unborn set of babies handle on their own. I'll have to disburse it quickly, and soon...
Amy grabs a hold of my arms, motioning for me to aid her to her feet. I comply, while still attempting to draw what little energy I could. She almost falls back as another pinch of agony sweeps over her body but I manage to help her keep balance. “I have to..stop him...”, she mumbles while stifling back a moan.
Meanwhile, the doctor's situation has only gotten more severe. Sprawled on the ground again, Sonic's taken to kicking him in his midsection repeatedly. The grunts and hoots the doctor's making are in tune with each kick or jab, as if Sonic was instead playing a bagpipe or another wind instrument in his place. And destroying it – as a soft, yet clearly audible 'crack' was heard soon after that.
Sounds like he cracked a rib or two...
“MERCY!”, he wasps, while trying to inch and squirm his way from Sonic's reach. He wasn't able to get very far though, as Sonic was able to snatch him up with ease.
“You of all people,” he spat, while stretching out the doctor's dominant arm and hand, “have the fucking audacity to ask for mercy?” And as if to answer that, he swiftly bent his arm at a degree that it normally shouldn't go, followed by a 'snap'. “Don't make me laugh.”
Yet in spite of all that, the doctor still continued his feeble attempt at begging for mercy, with it doing nothing to move Sonic except towards the direction of greater anger. “For someone so intelligent, you're sure having such a difficult time figuring this out”, he snarled, while squeezing his hand in a vice like grip. “So to save you some humiliation, I'll just spell it out for you.” “First, you're careless”, he says, while bending his thumb back until it snaps. The doctor lets out a blood curdling scream, but he continues with the index finger.“Secondly, you're selfish.” Snap. Middle finger. “Insincere.” Snap. Ring finger. “Disrespectful towards life in general.” Snap.
“And”, he pauses, while slowly subjecting the last finger to same treatment as the others, “completely lacking any remorse or regret over any of this save for the fact that you're now getting your ass handed to you on a silver plater!”
“Me..rcy...mercy...”, the doctor murmurs, barely conscious.
“Try telling that to the boy that you ran over with your fucking TANK!!”, he yelled, slapping the doctor in a rage. “Oh, that's right – he's DEAD.”
His rage and anger all make sense now. The child that he wasn't able to reach in time...the one life he wasn't able to save has haunted him even till this day. I can understand him, as I too know how it feels to be helpless at saving someone...
But he wasn't finished sharing his thoughts, as he continued, “You didn't stop during or even after you ran over him, and you haven't shown any indication that you regret what happened at your hands. You don't seem to care that you've taken a life or taken a son away from his mother's love and care. You don't care...
And you certainly don't care if you can ask for mercy after what you were trying to do to my family. My family. You were willing to use them as guinea pigs to test out something that would do me in, sacrificing their lives in exchange for extinguishing my own.
That's unforgivable. I could care less about what you do to me, but when you drag my family into it, that crosses the line.”
“Therefore”, he says, while curling up into a ball, “Mercy is simply a luxury that I can't allow this time around.”
He begins to spin until he reaches a steady speed, instantly taking up a familiar shape and revealing his next move – Spin Dash.
But Amy wasn't having any of that, as she miraculously dashed forward to prevent Sonic from doing something that he could never take back.
“Sonic!! STOP!!”
(Amy's P.O.V.)
“Stop”, I shout, while dashing to his side in a burst of determination and adrenaline. He instantly stops, no longer spinning in place and stands up, turning to face me. The dark aura that had been glowing around him before seems to have halted, instead choosing to dissolve and dissipate into the air around him.
I understand now. He's been acting out fear. The fear of losing me, the babies, or anyone else close to him, along with carrying the painful memory of the life he couldn't save...
“Please,” I continue, while taking a step toward him, “Don't do this. He's not worth it.”, I say, while pointing to Eggman's withered form. At this point, he seems to be struggling just to take in a single breath as his chest slowly heaves up and down while lying face down in a new pool of blood. “He's old and bitter, and has nothing better to do than to try and make others miserable. You've beaten him fair and square, time and time again, with this just being another one of those times. He's bruised, bloodied, and battered, and even possibly crippled as a result of this confrontation.”
His quills have come back down into their normal shape and his fur has lightened up to his normal shade. I keep walking until I'm face to face with him, sighing some relief once I see that his eyes no longer carry the blank, cold expression that they previously bore. “He's not worth it”, I whisper, while taking his hands into mine. “As much as I hate him for what he's done and all that he's put us through, I know he's not worth it, especially knowing that his age won't allow him to be with us much longer.”
“Plus”, I continued, with new tears forming in my eyes, as well as his, “if this was ever a time to set a good example for our children, this is it.” The tears are freely following from our faces as I place one of his hands on my abdomen to feel the life that he helped create. “Walking away now makes you the bigger man – the type of role model I want our children to look up to and admire, not fear.”
“Just”, I say, while hugging him as tight as I could amidst another surge of Chaos energy, “have mercy!”
A normal person would be cowering over in complete fear. And after seeing what he could do when he's pushed, who wouldn't be? I know it's a bit of a gamble, but if there's any bit of the Sonic that I know and love, he'd listen to me. He'd stop.
And stop he did. “Mercy...”, he cries, returning my embrace.
I sigh relief as he kisses my forehead, whispering 'I love you' in my ear. He would have continued if he wasn't fumbling around with his ear piece, as Tails was trying to relay a message, but it didn't take too long to realize that he had finally arrived, as the Tornado made a spectacular entrance straight through one of the hanger's walls. “Tails!”, we both scream out in unison, while trying to escape the shower of debris. “Can't you be a little more careful?”
“Sorry”, he says sheepishly, while dusting off fragments of glass, wood, and metal from his person. No doubt that little wreckless maneuver was a byproduct of spending so much time with Sonic. He also goes on to apologize to both Sara and Shadow, who were caught in the bulk of where the debris finally settled.
“Nice entrance, foxboy”, he said sarcastically, while carrying Sara safely in his arms. “Could you have come in a little more gracefully, or were you completely oblivious to the fact that I mentioned we had a small child on hand!” Aria didn't seem too concerned with what was going on around her, save for a few screeches that accompanied her attempts at dusting the settling dust off her person.
“It's just a little dust, sweetie,” Sara said while gently wiping some dust away for her.
It wasn't much longer before Shadow skated forward towards the Tornado, carefully helping Sara into the seat directly behind Tails'. Sonic and I started to follow suit, with him insisting that he carry me, but I declined, instead wanting to lean on him for support. I sighed some relief as I did so, thinking that the worst was over and we had good times ahead of us.
Well, it wasn't over quite yet. We're both only a few feet away from the Tornado when my ears pick up a 'click'. And a distinct one at that; as I could tell it apart from the whirling noises of the Tornado's propellers. I can tell Sonic heard it too, as he turns in the direction it came from and tenses up. His pupils shrink, and I can hear him making a soft growl, which worries me. This sudden change in his composure has me worried enough that I follow suit, looking back to try and see what has him so tense.
I wish I hadn't, as it proves that mercy means nothing to some people.
Barely alive, but somehow having managed to move, Eggman has a gun cocked back and ready to fire, aimed directly at me.
“Die...”, he wasps, releasing the trigger.
(Shadow's P.O.V.)
“BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!”
In the split second I saw it in his hand, I knew what had to be done. And did it. Amy was now safe in my arms, though still carrying the same terrified look on her face, while trying to move out of my reach. Given all the Chaos induced energy that I've sucked out of her, I can only guess that my Chaos Control has slowed down her perception of time.
Maybe it was a good thing. In the time that it had taken me to get her to safety, Sonic had managed to disarm the doctor with minimal effort, taking hold of the firearm while executing a swift, sweeping kick that sent him sliding several yards away. “Damn you..”, he sputtered, wheezing as he struggled to roll onto his back.
But Sonic apparently hadn't heard a word he said, as he was preoccupied with the task of disassembling the firearm he had confiscated from the doctor. He already had broken it in several small pieces with some quick handiwork before the remaining bullets had touched the ground. All this without uttering a single word.
It wasn't until he was done that I realized that he had been hit by one of the doctor's shots. He had raised his arm up as an initial reaction to shield Amy from the gunfire, before trying to push her out of the way entirely. His blood had begun to chart its own course outside the wound, while his arm seemed to fall into a protective limp as a result of the sheer force from the bullet. It didn't take him that much longer to realize it, as he instinctively clutched the arm protectively while letting out a small yelp. “This is how you repay someone who was going to show you mercy?”, he asks softly. “Someone who showed you compassion despite all you did...this?” The hand he was using to cover his wound soon began to emit a dark blue aura – the very same that had engulfed him only moments before and driven him into a sadistic frenzy.
He was completely engulfed by it by the time he had dashed around the doctor's body and returned to the exact spot he had been standing at moments before, discarding a few small knives and pistols on the ground, all taken apart. “Pathetic.”, he mutters, as the blue aura begins to ember and glow at a violently rapid rate. The metal remnants of the doctor's machines soon became shrapnel, flying in every imaginable direction. I create a Chaos Shield to deflect the pieces while signaling for Tails to take flight.
Meanwhile, Amy was still locked in a semi-state of Chaos related lag. It wasn't until I had helped her into a spare seat on the Tornado that she was aware of her surroundings, as she frantically tried to stop me from strapping her in. “What are you doing?”, she yelled frantically. “Let me go!” She tries to unbuckle her seat belt, but I firmly keep her hands place, while trying to be as gentle as possible.
“I got through to him before, I can do it again!”, she began to sob. “You have to let me try!”
“It's for your own good”, I shout back in frustration. “His transformation seems to be fulled by his negative feelings of anger and despair. While I don't doubt your ability to calm him down, I highly doubt you'd be able to reason with him at this point, as the doctor must have tested his patience with that last stunt.”
“Furthermore”, I continued, calming down, “you're carrying his children, which should be reason enough to leave. Every moment you spend in this shit hole is endangering their well being.”
“You're right”, she finally relents, sobbing.
The Tornado is now carting down the runway, preparing for take off. Knowing immediately what needs to be done, I jump down right at the moment the biplane takes off – but not before making her a promise: to bring him back safely.
I skate back into the hanger, immediately looking around before seeing Sonic still in a rage, with his dark aura tearing up the concrete floor beneath him. On the other side of the hanger lies the doctor, who has stopped moving altogether, but appears to be still breathing. Performing Chaos Control gets me behind Sonic, allowing me to grab a hold of him before he was able to react. “They're safe now”, I tell him as he struggles in my grasp. “Calm down.”
But he was proving to be just as stubborn and thickheaded in this form as he regularly is. It wasn't long before he forced himself out of my hold, delivering a head butt that sent me flying several feet backwards. I hadn't even had a chance to wipe the fresh blood that he had drawn from my nose when he delivered a roundhouse kick from behind. “Stay out of this.”, he growls menacingly. “This ends. Now.”, he says, as he glides over to the doctor's unconscious form.
Normally, this type of fight would be the kind I live for – an opponent who could quite possibly kick my ass and then some. Even more so that this is Sonic, who can fairly match up with me on a good day. But given all that's at stake, I have to end this quickly.
Still in mid flight from his last attack, I quickly curl up into a spin ball and dash away from him, before summoning a Chaos Emerald. “I”m afraid I can't allow you to do that”, I tell him, as the other six emeralds soon follow suit, engulfing me in a yellow aura. “Since I can't reason with you, I”m going to beat you just enough to bring you back to your normal senses.”
“Bring it on”, he scoffed, dashing towards me.
(Amy's P.O.V.)
I almost had him. We could be here flying away to safety together, leaving this terrible nightmare all behind us. But knowing what he wanted to do for my sake – our sake...I can't help but worry.
My mind is a scrambled mess of thoughts right now. We're high in the sky, circling Eggman's compound in the hopes that Shadow might have already been able to calm Sonic down through force. Tails had been kind enough to comply with my wish of lingering a bit, but was soon quick to voice his concern.
“Amy”, he shouted over the Tornado's engines, “We can't wait any longer. This isn't safe, and you all need medical attention.”
I simply nod, realizing that my concern for Sonic's safety was selfishly putting the others at risk. Aria had nearly drowned, Sara had her arm dislocated, while I myself was dealing with the possibility of being in labor, despite Shadow and Sara's efforts. I don't think I am, but even after all that Chaos energy was siphoned I still have waves of agony pulsating through me.
Laying back in my seat I try to relax while taking deep breathes, with Sara talking me through it. I'll try to concentrate on that, and nothing more. Yet when the Tornado is caught up in a sudden powerful thunderous gust of dust and air, it's soon forgotten.
“HANG ON EVERYONE!!”, Tails screams we end up spinning and whirling around, before falling into a nose drive. He pushes the steering wheel all the way down, frantically trying to pull up, with me following suit with the co-pilot's controls. We started flying in the same wind direction as the sudden gust before we were able to stabilize the controls and fly out.
We would have given each other congrats for quick thinking, but that was immediately cut short when we saw the apparent cause of the gust. A grey mushroom cloud had started to form down below in the wake of a sudden outburst of flames, growing bigger with each passing second.
And in my heart of hearts, I was beginning to believe that one of my worst fears was coming to pass. “SONIC!!” I cried out fruitlessly. I kept my eyes on the cloud until I couldn't bear it any longer before taking my hands to my face and crying.
Despite his resilience being proven in past instances, I can't help but fear for his life. There's always that fear in the back of my mind at times like that that he might not make it...even with Shadow being down there with him.
Even more so knowing that I'm helpless to do anything for him, but wait. All I can really do is wait...
Okay folks. End of the chapter, sorry to say. We know you guys have been waiting for this for months, but hopefully it was well worth the wait, especially since a lot of you took the time to e-mail us about continuing, with specific nods to SymphyBunny, Kdoc254, Silver Shields, and a few others who took the time to PM me about it. I'd apologize but the delay, but hey – shit does happen (including my laptop HD crashing and deleting the most completed version of this chapter before I typed this up).
As for next chapter, well,...Amy's in the hospital for overnight observation and fearing the worst until Sonic is delivered to her safely courtesy of Shadow. And while she's overjoyed that he's alive and well, she has many, many questions for him that need answers.
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