UB2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
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+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
13,132
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Watching You Die
~~~
Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Tails: You're picking on me, aren't you?
Nic: What are you complaining for? I'm eight months pregnant with my brother's baby!
Tails: But I have no idea what's gonna happen to me!
Me: Will you two quit your damn whining and read the chapter! If you want to know what happens, you'll read it. Now, can either of you think of a good chapter title? Well, Crazy Ivan, you got your wish - sort of. This was most
~~~
Chapter 4: Watching You Die
I'm just coming round. The first thing I notice is that my head is pounding from the thugs that hit me, and my body is aching all over. I feel kind of sick as well. How long have I been unconcious? A few hours? A day? The only thing I am almost sure of is that it's daytime, from the little sunlight that's coming through a dirty window high up in the wall.
The next thing I notice is that I am shackled to the wall, my feet barely touching the ground. This cannot be good.
As my eyes grow accustomed to the dim light, and my vision becomes less blurry, I see that Nack is hanging from the opposite wall, possibly asleep, but more likely unconcious. Why is he here too?
"Nack?" I call out softly, "Hey, Nack?"
He doesn't move. He's definitely still unconcious. I can now see bruises all over him too. Whoever those thugs were, they were hired to catch both of us. But by who?
I'm hungry and thirsty too.
After a few hours, I fall asleep again.
~~~
My eyes snap open. What woke me? Then I see that the door has opened. There's not much light coming through though - it's being blocked by the tall, obese figure in the doorway.
Robotnik walks in, chuckling. I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised to see him. Perhaps that's what's dulling my fear.
"Nobody, but nobody turns down my generous offers," he says.
"How come we did then?" I ask. A hard punch hits me in the face, and I can feel blood trickling down my lip.
"Don't answer me back, Prower," he snarls, "Not while you're in chains, not ever!"
"Why am I still alive?" I ask him, "Why haven't you roboticised me? Or killed me?"
"Because Prower, I have found that there are some things robots cannot do."
"What things?" I ask.
"They cannot provide intelligent conversation. They cannot make intelligent decisions. They cannot infiltrate enemy bases secretly. They cannot remember anything about their lives as Furries and divulge interesting information. But most of all, they cannot do this."
Robotnik reaches out and grabs my groin. I scream in pain and fear, but he lets go almost as soon as he took hold.
"Only joking," he chuckles insanely.
"You are one sick bastard," I spit at him, "What do you want from me?"
"I want your loyalty. And that of Nack. I won't have so much trouble with him, but I might have to persuade you."
"My... friends... will come for me," I insist.
"Your friends? You ran away from Station Square over a month ago. They looked for you then, but you didn't want them to find you, did you? Now you're just another face on the missing person's list."
I hang my head. It's true, "They won't stop looking for me," I say, "They know I'm alive."
"Whatever," Robotnik snaps his fingers, and a robot lumbers forward, dragging a short feline behind him. She's naked, her only clothing is a bloody sheet. I recognise her vauguely, I've seen her face on 'Most Wanted'. She's an ex-serial killer, if there is such a thing. Known as 'The Tally' a couple of years ago... but that's another story.
But right now she's covered in blood, and her breathing is uneven. There are cuts and bruises all over her, and she can't even straighten up to look me in the face. There's another smell, one I can't identify.
"What's she here for?" I ask, suddenly terrified.
"Why, she is someone else who refused to give in to my requests."
A tall, handsome fox is also led in. Blond fur and blue eyes; he doesn't look unlike me, only he's got one tail. And he's smirking. I recognise him vauguely too - he's some scumbag who broke out of a maximum security prison a couple of months ago, then vanished off the face of the planet.
Maybe he didn't bust out. Maybe someone helped him.
"Get on with it, Farlis. I'll be back in a few hours," Robotnik leaves the room.
The fox steps forward, backhanding her to the ground without a word, then climbs on top of her, rips the sheet off her, and starts to rape her. She isn't screaming, just sobbing, as he moves on top of her. It's almost exactly what I did to Amy. Oh god, this is sick, watching the cat clawing at the stone floor, writhing under Farlis, sobbing wordlessly.
"Stop it, stop it you sick motherfucker!" I scream at him.
He pauses and glances up, "Then stop me, 'hero'," he sneers.
Then he gets down again, continuing to rape the cat shamelessly in front of me, and all I can do is scream.
~~~
It's about three hours later. Nack's awake now, he's been sick twice just watching. I can't even scream any more, my throat is so raw. Curtis stopped raping the girl about half an hour ago, a little while after she passed out. Now he's just walking around her, kicking her, excercising his boredom while we wait for Robotnik to return.
The door opens and the evil genius comes in, "Well, Farlis? Is she broken in?"
"Don't know," says Curtis, "She's unconcious."
He kicks her a few times into a corner.
Robotnik glares at him, "Come out," he looks at me, "That is what will happen to you too. Curtis isn't gay, but I have a few employees who would take great pleasure in taking pleasure from you and Nack."
The door slams, leaving us in darkness this time; it's night outside. The only light is from a streetlight outside the cell, and it's half-broken. It's flickering on and off, enough to send you insane all on its own.
"We're fucked,"Nack says simply.
I ignore him, and look at the cat. They left her in here with us, probably as a reminder. Chained to the wall, we can't do a thing for her, we can only watch her die.
"Miss?" I ask, my voice shaking. I don't know why I'm concerned; I never knew her. I try to remember her name off Station Square's Most Wanted, "Miss Angela Charon?"
"Ugh..." she shudders and manages a grunt, then finally words, "I'm gonna... die..."
Nack look at me and nods, "Blood loss, shock."
He's right. Hell only knows what she's gone through before now.
"I'm sorry," I say. What the hell for? I don't know, "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything..."
"At least... you care..."
There is silence for a long time, the only sound that of her ragged, irregular breathing. By now the stench of blood is all but unbearable. Nack has turned his face away and is sobbing quietly; I don't know why.
"You... don't wanna... die this way..." she shudders, then coughs up a spray of blood.
"No."
"The Ferryman... He's comin'... comin' to take me home..." She looks up at me and Nack, "Be brave..."
Her body goes limp. It's a long moment before we realise she's dead, lying face down in a pool of her own blood.
~~~
It's morning now. Neither me or Nack have slept. We haen't looked at each other either, or talked. I'm thirsty, horribly thirsty. The stench of blood, sweat and cum in the cell is sickening. Angela's corpse lies in the corner still; the blood congealed over the past few hours.
The door slams open again, and Robotnik stands there looking smug.
"Your example's dead, Robotnik," I snarl, "Farlis killed her. You can't hurt her any more."
"Ah, still stubborn are you?" Robotnik shrugs. Two robots take down Nack.
"Hey! Where're ya takin' me?!" shouts Nack.
"Seperate cells. You'll see each other again when you both agree to work for me," says Robotnik.
I watch silently as Nack is sedated and dragged down the hall unconcious.
"I wouldn't work for you for a million bucks!"
Robotnik doesn't seem particuarly concerned by my statement, "Now, let's continue," Robotnik produces a long metal rod, about two feet long and three inches in diameter. I watch it, expecting him to start hitting me with it at any moment. As he walks behind me, fear clutches at my heart once again, and within seconds a terrible pain lances through my body. I want to scream so badly, but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. This is just pain. I can handle pain.
The rod is driven in deeper, deeper than anything has ever gone. I can hardly breathe, but I remember Angela's last words. Robotnik moves into my field of vision, grinning insanely.
"We'll see how stubborn you'll be in a few hours, Prower. As for me, well, I have places to burn and people to kill."
The door slams and I am left in almost total darkness. Angela's dead body lies in the corner still, slightly illuminated by the light from the window. And the metal rod remains in my anus.
~~~
It's just turned night - about 10 hours have passed since the rod was forced into me. The cell is only lighted by the flickering street-light. I thought that would send me insane. But no. It's the stench of blood, of my own sweat, the metal of the rod... I've been sobbing in pain for hours. Angela's corpse does nothing to comfort me. It's starting to decompose.
The door opens and I look up. That most hated of men, Robotnik is coming into my cell.
"Well?"
I can't control myself any longer, "Take it out, oh gods take it out, I'll do anything if you only take it out..."
He grins, and reaches behind me, dragging the metal rod out. I give a twisted sob of pain as he presses a button, my chains are released, and I drop to the stone floor.
"Where... is Nack?" I gasp.
Robotnik laughs, "His sister came and rescued him. A most remarkable woman; eight months pregnant and she still broke him out. But she couldn't find you. I understand that she was quite angry about that."
Thus starts the most abysmal period in my life.
~~~
Angela: You created me just to kill me! Horribly!
Me: Quiet you, you're supposed to be dead!
Farlis: I'm one of your characters!
Me: You're also a bastard. Neither of you are going to be in subsequent chapters, but I can't kill Canon characters off unless I decide I definitely won't them later! Now, the first person to review this chapter gets a... a... hmmm, I've not actually got much money, what can I offer you guys?
Tails: Nothing.
Me: Quiet, you. Just review it, okay? And when it's up, head for Chapter 5.
Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Tails: You're picking on me, aren't you?
Nic: What are you complaining for? I'm eight months pregnant with my brother's baby!
Tails: But I have no idea what's gonna happen to me!
Me: Will you two quit your damn whining and read the chapter! If you want to know what happens, you'll read it. Now, can either of you think of a good chapter title? Well, Crazy Ivan, you got your wish - sort of. This was most
~~~
Chapter 4: Watching You Die
I'm just coming round. The first thing I notice is that my head is pounding from the thugs that hit me, and my body is aching all over. I feel kind of sick as well. How long have I been unconcious? A few hours? A day? The only thing I am almost sure of is that it's daytime, from the little sunlight that's coming through a dirty window high up in the wall.
The next thing I notice is that I am shackled to the wall, my feet barely touching the ground. This cannot be good.
As my eyes grow accustomed to the dim light, and my vision becomes less blurry, I see that Nack is hanging from the opposite wall, possibly asleep, but more likely unconcious. Why is he here too?
"Nack?" I call out softly, "Hey, Nack?"
He doesn't move. He's definitely still unconcious. I can now see bruises all over him too. Whoever those thugs were, they were hired to catch both of us. But by who?
I'm hungry and thirsty too.
After a few hours, I fall asleep again.
~~~
My eyes snap open. What woke me? Then I see that the door has opened. There's not much light coming through though - it's being blocked by the tall, obese figure in the doorway.
Robotnik walks in, chuckling. I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised to see him. Perhaps that's what's dulling my fear.
"Nobody, but nobody turns down my generous offers," he says.
"How come we did then?" I ask. A hard punch hits me in the face, and I can feel blood trickling down my lip.
"Don't answer me back, Prower," he snarls, "Not while you're in chains, not ever!"
"Why am I still alive?" I ask him, "Why haven't you roboticised me? Or killed me?"
"Because Prower, I have found that there are some things robots cannot do."
"What things?" I ask.
"They cannot provide intelligent conversation. They cannot make intelligent decisions. They cannot infiltrate enemy bases secretly. They cannot remember anything about their lives as Furries and divulge interesting information. But most of all, they cannot do this."
Robotnik reaches out and grabs my groin. I scream in pain and fear, but he lets go almost as soon as he took hold.
"Only joking," he chuckles insanely.
"You are one sick bastard," I spit at him, "What do you want from me?"
"I want your loyalty. And that of Nack. I won't have so much trouble with him, but I might have to persuade you."
"My... friends... will come for me," I insist.
"Your friends? You ran away from Station Square over a month ago. They looked for you then, but you didn't want them to find you, did you? Now you're just another face on the missing person's list."
I hang my head. It's true, "They won't stop looking for me," I say, "They know I'm alive."
"Whatever," Robotnik snaps his fingers, and a robot lumbers forward, dragging a short feline behind him. She's naked, her only clothing is a bloody sheet. I recognise her vauguely, I've seen her face on 'Most Wanted'. She's an ex-serial killer, if there is such a thing. Known as 'The Tally' a couple of years ago... but that's another story.
But right now she's covered in blood, and her breathing is uneven. There are cuts and bruises all over her, and she can't even straighten up to look me in the face. There's another smell, one I can't identify.
"What's she here for?" I ask, suddenly terrified.
"Why, she is someone else who refused to give in to my requests."
A tall, handsome fox is also led in. Blond fur and blue eyes; he doesn't look unlike me, only he's got one tail. And he's smirking. I recognise him vauguely too - he's some scumbag who broke out of a maximum security prison a couple of months ago, then vanished off the face of the planet.
Maybe he didn't bust out. Maybe someone helped him.
"Get on with it, Farlis. I'll be back in a few hours," Robotnik leaves the room.
The fox steps forward, backhanding her to the ground without a word, then climbs on top of her, rips the sheet off her, and starts to rape her. She isn't screaming, just sobbing, as he moves on top of her. It's almost exactly what I did to Amy. Oh god, this is sick, watching the cat clawing at the stone floor, writhing under Farlis, sobbing wordlessly.
"Stop it, stop it you sick motherfucker!" I scream at him.
He pauses and glances up, "Then stop me, 'hero'," he sneers.
Then he gets down again, continuing to rape the cat shamelessly in front of me, and all I can do is scream.
~~~
It's about three hours later. Nack's awake now, he's been sick twice just watching. I can't even scream any more, my throat is so raw. Curtis stopped raping the girl about half an hour ago, a little while after she passed out. Now he's just walking around her, kicking her, excercising his boredom while we wait for Robotnik to return.
The door opens and the evil genius comes in, "Well, Farlis? Is she broken in?"
"Don't know," says Curtis, "She's unconcious."
He kicks her a few times into a corner.
Robotnik glares at him, "Come out," he looks at me, "That is what will happen to you too. Curtis isn't gay, but I have a few employees who would take great pleasure in taking pleasure from you and Nack."
The door slams, leaving us in darkness this time; it's night outside. The only light is from a streetlight outside the cell, and it's half-broken. It's flickering on and off, enough to send you insane all on its own.
"We're fucked,"Nack says simply.
I ignore him, and look at the cat. They left her in here with us, probably as a reminder. Chained to the wall, we can't do a thing for her, we can only watch her die.
"Miss?" I ask, my voice shaking. I don't know why I'm concerned; I never knew her. I try to remember her name off Station Square's Most Wanted, "Miss Angela Charon?"
"Ugh..." she shudders and manages a grunt, then finally words, "I'm gonna... die..."
Nack look at me and nods, "Blood loss, shock."
He's right. Hell only knows what she's gone through before now.
"I'm sorry," I say. What the hell for? I don't know, "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything..."
"At least... you care..."
There is silence for a long time, the only sound that of her ragged, irregular breathing. By now the stench of blood is all but unbearable. Nack has turned his face away and is sobbing quietly; I don't know why.
"You... don't wanna... die this way..." she shudders, then coughs up a spray of blood.
"No."
"The Ferryman... He's comin'... comin' to take me home..." She looks up at me and Nack, "Be brave..."
Her body goes limp. It's a long moment before we realise she's dead, lying face down in a pool of her own blood.
~~~
It's morning now. Neither me or Nack have slept. We haen't looked at each other either, or talked. I'm thirsty, horribly thirsty. The stench of blood, sweat and cum in the cell is sickening. Angela's corpse lies in the corner still; the blood congealed over the past few hours.
The door slams open again, and Robotnik stands there looking smug.
"Your example's dead, Robotnik," I snarl, "Farlis killed her. You can't hurt her any more."
"Ah, still stubborn are you?" Robotnik shrugs. Two robots take down Nack.
"Hey! Where're ya takin' me?!" shouts Nack.
"Seperate cells. You'll see each other again when you both agree to work for me," says Robotnik.
I watch silently as Nack is sedated and dragged down the hall unconcious.
"I wouldn't work for you for a million bucks!"
Robotnik doesn't seem particuarly concerned by my statement, "Now, let's continue," Robotnik produces a long metal rod, about two feet long and three inches in diameter. I watch it, expecting him to start hitting me with it at any moment. As he walks behind me, fear clutches at my heart once again, and within seconds a terrible pain lances through my body. I want to scream so badly, but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. This is just pain. I can handle pain.
The rod is driven in deeper, deeper than anything has ever gone. I can hardly breathe, but I remember Angela's last words. Robotnik moves into my field of vision, grinning insanely.
"We'll see how stubborn you'll be in a few hours, Prower. As for me, well, I have places to burn and people to kill."
The door slams and I am left in almost total darkness. Angela's dead body lies in the corner still, slightly illuminated by the light from the window. And the metal rod remains in my anus.
~~~
It's just turned night - about 10 hours have passed since the rod was forced into me. The cell is only lighted by the flickering street-light. I thought that would send me insane. But no. It's the stench of blood, of my own sweat, the metal of the rod... I've been sobbing in pain for hours. Angela's corpse does nothing to comfort me. It's starting to decompose.
The door opens and I look up. That most hated of men, Robotnik is coming into my cell.
"Well?"
I can't control myself any longer, "Take it out, oh gods take it out, I'll do anything if you only take it out..."
He grins, and reaches behind me, dragging the metal rod out. I give a twisted sob of pain as he presses a button, my chains are released, and I drop to the stone floor.
"Where... is Nack?" I gasp.
Robotnik laughs, "His sister came and rescued him. A most remarkable woman; eight months pregnant and she still broke him out. But she couldn't find you. I understand that she was quite angry about that."
Thus starts the most abysmal period in my life.
~~~
Angela: You created me just to kill me! Horribly!
Me: Quiet you, you're supposed to be dead!
Farlis: I'm one of your characters!
Me: You're also a bastard. Neither of you are going to be in subsequent chapters, but I can't kill Canon characters off unless I decide I definitely won't them later! Now, the first person to review this chapter gets a... a... hmmm, I've not actually got much money, what can I offer you guys?
Tails: Nothing.
Me: Quiet, you. Just review it, okay? And when it's up, head for Chapter 5.