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Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Any Port
- 2-Chapter Two
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Author Notes: ..Wow. Not a single review. You people make me sad. ;_; But, I keep going! ..For I am stubborn, have a disturbing mind, and winter vacation! Woo!
Disclaimer: Own nothing by the voices in the back of my mind. And even them, I�m not too sure about.
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Any Port: Chapter Two

Gave in again

The bastard..

Can�t keep refusing rights

So he�ll loan you the cash

But the sin is on the hands of you..

There�s close enough

And there�s too far

It won�t change an empty stare..

- �Panic Prone�, Chevelle

�Dylan!� The young porcupine was practically bowled over as soon as they set foot in Knothole; Geoffrey looked on with mild amusement as Princess Sally�s former trainees surrounded the newly rescued porcupine, firing questions and comments too quick for answer.

�Thank heaven you�re okay!�

�Were you hurt?�

�Did Eggman say anything to you?�

�We were so worried about you!�

�Was it frightening?�

The porcupine in question stared at his friends with a tired, strained smile. He tried to answer as much as possible, but Geoffrey neither heard nor saw; he had something else to focus on.

�Geoffrey!� Feline arms wrapped around his body in a comforting hug; he retuned it, thankful for the woman�s existence. Hershey was more silent than usual, but it was understandable, given the situation.

The polecat hardly heard the noise the younger Freedom Fighters were creating, as the black feline suddenly paused and glanced around. After a few seconds, she stared at the young Commander. �Where..?�

A deep breath was the first response, eyes glancing down. However, the princess�s voice answered before he was able to. �We couldn�t find him. Robotnik hid him somewhere else. We don�t know where.�

The room had gone silent at this proclamation. There was no attempt at conversation for a long moment, until Sally spoke again. �I would like to speak to Commander St. John and Dylan in private for a short while. It shouldn�t take too long.�

Uneasy glances were shared amongst the Freedom Fighters, before most had left the general area. Silence reared until the hybrid princess was certain that they were alone. She took a deep breath. �We know what happened.�

Geoffrey practically choked.

�Security cameras were operational at the time. It�s how we found out where you were both being held.� She glanced at the polecat with nothing short of grief. �We saw what happened to Wombat Stu.�

A dark furred hand covered the polecat�s eyes; Geoffrey had physically begun to shake, understanding with a startling suddenness that the princess did not know the full tale. He didn�t know weather to be glad or not.

Dylan had paled at the nearly one sided conversation. �What happened to..?� He paused, staring at both the princess and the Commander. �Oh my god, you mean that Robotnik had actually..?� The porcupine�s jaw dropped. Two pairs of eyes stared back with equal surprise.

A short sigh escaped Sally. �I need to know, here and now, if Robotnik had done anything to either of you.� At first, she received no response. �Dylan?�

The jaw snapped shut, the porcupine�s eyes blinked rapidly, glance shifting. It was the first sign that something had happened. �H-He tried.� A pause. �Quills. I was never so thankful to have quills on my back, princess.�

�Nothing happened.� Geoffrey answered before he was addressed.

Sally stared at him for a brief moment, clearly attempting to find the truth behind it. If she knew he was lying, she gave no mention to it now. �All right. We�re still trying to find Stu. Once we have word, you�ll both be informed. I�m sure you�d both like to get to your family and friends, now.�

Even after both polecat and porcupine had turned and walked away, the young princess stayed where she was, deep in thought on to how any of this could have happened.

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He did not know what to do.

Stu screamed for a long time; how long, he did not know. Wretched wails of panic, despair and fear were all that the young agent was capable of, only birthed into existence by the tumultuous storm his mind had become. After some time, the cries had faded into panicked sobs.

During that entire time, Robotnik�s arm had not moved from his waist.

The only desire the wombat possessed was to see the obese creature gone; he lay, nearly unmoving, save for the heaving sobs he didn�t try to mask.

Perhaps the lord of Robotropolis had been waiting for the cries to die down. Perhaps the overlander had simply run out of time, and had to begin his day. Whatever the reason may have been, the hand suddenly held tighter, pulling the captive closer to naked flesh. Said captive released a wail, sounding suspiciously like a denial.

�You are very, very lucky, child.� Abruptly, the wail stopped, as hot, reeking breath washed over his ear. �Very lucky that I have many things to do.� The hand and flesh were suddenly gone, as Robotnik left the bed.

There was no attempt at movement from the wombat. He refused to glance at the large, nude overlander any longer than necessary. He refused to acknowledge the situation any more than pivotal.

Wombat Stu refused to acknowledge reality.

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�I just don�t understand why we can�t go back in there and rescue him now!� Hershey wailed angrily at nothing in particular. �My leg isn�t that bad anymore. I could find out where he is!�

Geoffrey sighed, wrapping his arms around the distressed feline in the only form of comfort he was capable of. It did little to ease the woman he loved.

�Oh, nothing seems right, anymore! Every time I try to ask why we can�t go back in, everyone gets all quiet.. And I just don�t understand..� Tear brimmed eyes lifted to stare at the polecat, worry and fear clearly expressed. �Geoffrey.. What happened in there?�

At first, there was no response. The Commander frowned in silence, realizing with what seemed to be strange surprise that the feline agent had not been told what had happened; Princess Sally had not told more than the necessary people. For that, Geoffrey was glad.

�Torture, love. That�s all I can describe it as.�

A frightened gasp met his words, a slight tremor passing along a feline frame. �Was Stu..?�

The embrace tightened. �He was alive last I saw �im, love.�

Both prayed that it was still the case.

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POV Swap: Special Agent Wombat Stu

I was surprised I had woken up at all. I don�t know how long I was blanked out after he left; I think it was a few hours. The sun had moved, at any rate.

For a while, the only thing I wanted to do was go back to that blissful nothing; I didn�t really feel anything there. Though, once I got out of it, I couldn�t figure out how to get back in. So, I moved.

There was really no way I could move normally; the pain was impossible. I wasn�t aware I could be in so much pain while not being physically harmed at the same time. It felt like I was torn in two and then badly sewn back together.

It took me a moment to realize that that was exactly what had happened. I began to cry, unable to stop myself.

I tried to move in the wrong direction, tears blurring my sight; I fell off the bed, sheets warm and sticky from my own blood, hitting the floor painfully. I lied there for several minutes, trying to settle my mind into something close to coherency, trying not to let fear and pain drive me to hysteria. I wasn�t doing too well, until I thought of escape.

It was a struggle to stand; using the wall as leverage, my legs threatened to give out every few seconds, my entire body trembling with pain and weakness. Taking a slow look around, I realized I must have lost a lot of blood.

The room itself was pretty large; the bed took about a quarter of the room, and what looked like what had once been a fireplace was imbedded in the far wall. A couple of overly large chairs seemed to be placed at random. Besides the small window that had first woken me up, there was a second, large one several feet away. There were no doors that I could see, and that worried me.

It took everything I had to limp the few steps to the large window, clutching my side with one hand, leaning against the wall with the other. I wasn�t sure if I was still bleeding or not; all I knew was that it hurt to move, even to limp.

The sound of metal against metal, rattling slightly, caused me to turn my head in panic; a thick chain lay along the floor, connected to the wall, leading to a collar around my throat. I felt the cold steel in shock. I hadn�t even realized it was there..

The chain was long enough to get to the window. I can�t say, really, why I was so desperate to look outside; it was probably a desperate grab at distraction. However, the bars in front of thick glass did little to distract me from the situation.

There were bars on the window. There was a collar around my neck, chaining me to the wall. There was blood all over the room; my blood. I couldn�t get away, and I knew he would come back and.. hurt me again.

I couldn�t stand, anymore; my legs gave out from under me, and I lied in front of the window, sobbing. Everything from the past day came pouring out of me in heaving cries.

How was I going to get out of here..?

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�We�ve checked every camera in all of Robotropolis, princess.� A young eland frowned, sighing in clear worry. �Nothing.�

�The system still shows that he�s in there, though.� A waxbill sounded. �He�s still in the system as a recent POW, but, past that..� A helpless shrug shook feathered shoulders.

Sally frowned, deep in thought, unable to hide the confusion within her mind. It was known that security cameras were literally everywhere within what had once been her city; the metal dictator was notoriously paranoid of a certain fast hedgehog, and had installed them wherever he could. �Is there any place that there isn�t a camera?�

Silence passed for a long second, the hackers and technicians glancing at each other uneasily.

The eland broke the silence with a soft cough. �We don�t know, princess. The city itself has been changed so much, the schematics of Acorn Castle could be inaccurate..�

Sally winced lightly, brow furrowing. �We�ll have to try something else, then..�

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�You have to give them credit for trying, at least.�

�They can�t win without our help, you know. They�re going against too many unknowns. It�s like facing a math equation from hell; you can�t figure out what X and Y are, without knowing what Z is!�

�..I can�t believe you manage to use a math analogy.�

�Besides the point! Shouldn�t we, you know.. Help them?�

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The plans were incomplete; it was clear to all who were part of the �find and rescue� mission that there were far too many variables for success. What pushed them onward, however, were the strengths of hope and desire.

Very few knew what had happened to the wombat prisoner; those that did not fought with as much vigor as those that did.

Attacks were made seemingly at random; if they could not find the POW immediately, they would find him through the process of elimination. However, they hoped it would be sooner rather than later.

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There was no real intent to move. The young wombat felt no real desire to attempt movement; pain, both physical and psychological, barred the path of mobility. Instead, he simply lied where he was, bars of dull sunlight upon his flesh and fur the only slight comfort available.

A strange sound from the real world caused bloodshot eyes to snap open, instinctively searching for the source; an entire panel of wall was gone. A door, came a numb realization, that was part of the wall. A short second later, a familiar monster filled the empty frame.

For a brief moment, Stu forgot the pain; terror chased the agony away as he leapt, jumping in panic, shuffling as far away as possible. All he managed was to flatten his back against the wall next to the window.

A sinister laugh sounded; it was what broke any reserves he may have had. Tears formed unbidden, as panicked sobs filled the air. As the source of chaos approached, he wailed in despair.

�No! Please, don�t! Not again, please!�

The anguished pleading did nothing to sway the obese overlander; a large hand grabbed at his upper arm with the power to bruise, the wicked laughter only growing in volume.

Suddenly, the entire room shook; the laughter stopped, replaced by a confused expression. The wombats� cries, however, did not slow, wailing with ignored denials. The compound shook again with the unmistakable sound of explosions.

Robotnik brought his captive close, whispering with a dark warning. �Very, very lucky, indeed.� With the repeated words, the wombat was dropped to the ground; a red cape billowed as a door closed.

Stu sat where he was dropped, weeping in shocked terror.

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The explosions echoed for several long minutes before Stu found the courage to attempt movement. The terror had abated to a numb fear, knowing what had almost occurred, knowing that if he was not rescued now, it would happen again.

The wall was complete again; he did not know which panel it was that had opened before. It did not matter; the chain still attached to the wall did not extend that far. Instead, he limped towards the window again. What he saw brought the first spark of hope since the pain had begun.

He must have been in a room very far above the ground; the attacking Freedom Fighters he could see were practically specks amongst the metal. An unmistakable blue streak swerved from building to building, clearly searching.

They were searching for him, came an elated realization. They were trying to rescue him. The elation deflated as a second realization came; they did not know where he was.

There had to be a way to call their attention; the window was barred, but there was simple pane glass between the metal. If he could break the glass and call for help..

A quick glance around showed nothing that could break the window. Desperation began to climb, finding no other alternative; taking an unsteady step back, he clenched a fist, bringing it against the glass with everything he had.

The first punch brought nothing but bruised knuckles. The second cracked the glass. The fourth shattered the glass completely, sending shards along the ground both inside and out, and blood along his fist. However, the pain and blood were ignored.

�Help!� He tried, screaming as loud as he was able. �I�m up here! Help me!�

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A blue streak paused in sudden alarm, a hedgehogs� ears swiveled, trying to focus. It was unusual for the fastest living creature on the planet to stop in the middle of danger; it caused several eyes to turn and stare.

�Sonic? What is it?� A flying kitsune asked from several feet away, hovering by use of twin tails.

The blue hero of Knothole shook his head, listening for several seconds longer. �Thought I heard something. Whatever it was, it�s gone now.�

�Damn!� Came the unusual cry of profanity from a half metal rabbit. �Sally-girl is ordering a retreat, sugah-hog!�

�What?!� Cried a shocked brown porcupine. �But we haven�t located --�

�I know, sugah, but Sally-girl called it! Fall back, ya�ll! Retreat!�

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The specks were pulling away; a blue streak was swerving in the wrong direction. The Freedom Fighters were leaving, and he was still here.

�No! Come back! I�m right here!� Stu continued to wail, inwardly cursing the wind for being against him, outwardly terrified. �Don�t leave me!�

His cries were in vain; it was not long after that the explosions stopped completely, that there was nothing left to witness but the billowing smoke and the loss of hope. They hadn�t heard his cries, and the realization left horrified fear in its wake.

He fell, then, before the window, the glass digging into his calves utterly ignored; Stu wailed, the cold breeze of late autumn wavering through the broken window, a mocking caress against fur almost golden.

The strange sound echoed behind him; his wails stopped in shock, recognizing the sound from before. However, he did not turn to stare; instead, he looked to the ground, at first attempting to escape reality, instead locking his vision upon a large shard of glass.

What the wombat had attempted to do was clear enough to the mad dictator; an amused chortle sounded. �Nice try, child. This room, however, is one of the highest in the entire city. The only way you�ll leave is as a corpse.�

It was a surprise to the overlander when his prisoner didn�t move, wail, or even sob. He simply kneeled there, covered in blood. Robotnik approached, intending to grab the boy and release his frustrations; shock crossed his face at what resulted.

The young captive let loose a wild screech, hand grasped around a large shard of glass that dug into a bloodied palm, eyes furious with sorrow, swinging the shard as if it were a blade. For the most part, the glass could have been used as such, had Robotnik not stepped back when he did. The makeshift blade made contact, creating a long slice through fabric and obese flesh; it was a shallow wound, but drew blood.

The action cost Stu whatever balance he may have been able to hold; he would have crumbled to the ground out of sheer exhaustion, had a large hand not pulled back and struck him along the jaw. Instead, he went through the air several feet, back hitting a bedpost, before finally collapsing to the ground.

To say that Robotnik was furious would have been a stark understatement; a moment was taken to glance at the inflicted wound, before grabbing the chain, lifting it from the ground. The youth choked, weight nearly entirely resting on his small throat, grabbing at the metal collar in an effort to breath.

�What, dear child, did you think that would accomplish?!� The overlander practically barked, giving the chain a quick shake, taking slight joy in the way the blue eyes bulged in alarm. �You�ll suffer tenfold for that!�

The struggling body was tossed atop the bed, breath coming in heaving gasps, slowly dissolving into helpless sobs as his captor wrapped the chain around his arms and chest; the steel was tight, restricted his breath, and was pulled into a tight knot behind his back that dug into his flesh and somehow drawing more blood. Eyes opened only for an instant, witnessing the large overlander begin to undress, and quickly shut again.

The clenched eyes did nothing to sway the overlander in either direction of madness; large hands grabbed at unchained legs, spreading them apart to a cry of denial. There came a terrible understanding to the prisoner, then, that he would not even be turned to his stomach this time, and that it would be increasingly more painful.

Whimpers and sobs escaped before the pain had begun; when it truly did begin again, when something far larger than what could be considered possible rammed inside of him, the young wombat released a horrific wail that would have broken any sane creatures� heart.

Robotnik was far from sane. Laughter came in response to the wretched cry, grabbing his toys� waist, pulling him deeper into the agony he created; weak struggles only intensified his sudden, maddening lust.

Fresh blood had begun to cover them both again; the tempo had increased out of sheer desire. The wails had not abated, and had begun to form themselves into near coherent pleas for mercy.

�Stop! Please, please, stop! Please!�

There would be none; the overweight overlander knew that the chains were restricting the boy from taking in the deep breaths required to stay conscious. There was very little care for this fact, however.

By the time release was found, the wombat was unconscious; pain and lack of air had robbed him of awareness. Somehow, he simply didn�t care; despite the state of the child, he lifted himself out of the pliant body, walked the few steps to the front of the bed, and grabbed a fur covered face. Opening the unresponsive mouth was not a problem.

After he had cleaned himself with the youths� mouth, he simply redressed and left. After all, there were still many things left to do.

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�They didn�t find him.�

�No. No, they didn�t.�

�See? I told you they couldn�t do it alone!�

�Calm down. We don�t yet have permission to join in the fray.�

�Forget permission! I say we go against orders, for once.�

�..Why are you so desperate to help them? You�ve never been this way before.�

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�Are you sure you want to do this, Sal?� A concerned hedgehog asked, placing a hand on the princess�s shoulder. �You know, I could do this if you don�t want to.�

�No.� Was the firm, if saddened response. �No, Sonic. They need to know, and I think I should be the one to tell them.�

Sonic the hedgehog could only look at the woman he loved in concern for a long moment. �I�ll be outside if you need me, Sal.� A blue streak was left in his wake.

The princess sighed to herself, going through words and phrases in her mind, even as she powered the long range communications and sat on a comfortable chair.

It was not long before the screen before her lit up, revealing a confused, albeit welcoming wallaby. �Princess! This is somethin� of a surprise. G�day!�

Sally could only close her eyes, desperately searching for the correct words.

Her expression was not missed; concern and slight fear replaced the pleasant joy across Walt Wallaby�s face. �Princess? What is it?�

�It�s Stu.� Decision came to be blunt. �The group he was part of was on a mission yesterday evening. Stu was captured, and is still within Robotropolis.�

The emotion shifted again; shock and horror passed along Walt�s features, jaw hanging open in shock for a brief moment. �Was - wasn�t there a rescue mission?�

�There was, but we were unable to find him.� Sally stared, unblinking, at the screen. �However, we know he has not been roboticized. We hacked into the security system yesterday, and we�re fairly certain he�s still alive.�

Clearly expressed emotions passed along a crimson-furred face. Fear, shock, confusion. �Fairly certain? What happened?!�

The princess took a deep breath, unwilling to tell the truth, knowing there was no other choice. �We hacked into the cameras.. Walt, Robotnik sexually assaulted Stu.�

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. The only expression shifted, finally, to horror; Walt�s eyes were wide in shock and, briefly, his jaw opened and shut, unable to speak. After several moments, the horror shifted to furious anger, glaring at the screen.

�We�ll be there in six hours.�

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But I can�t seem to end

These images hauntingly look like hell

So to care or

Plead silence

Weak hands are calling

- �Panic Prone�, Chevelle

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Author Notes: Bwah! Chappy two! And, if anyone cares, there�s a more �adult� version on the adult fan fiction archives. Yup. But, hey, since I got no reviews.. *grumbles*
Viva la feedback. But I don�t expect it anymore. You all sadden me! ;.;
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