At The End Of The Tunnel
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+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,171
Reviews:
21
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.
Escape
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At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
~~~
Harley: Right, Chapter Six. This is where I get to start killing people!
Froggy: What do you mean, you? This is a fictional character created by you! You’re not getting fantasy confused with reality… right?
Harley: Uh, no! Of course not!
~~~
Chapter Six: Escape
Breech stared down at the steak dinner. She had been staring at it for some time now. She hadn't eaten properly since some time yesterday, and she was hungry, horribly hungry. But it was probably drugged or something.
She tried to focus her mind. It was well past time for her evening dose now. The 'medicine' was in a secret compartment in her staff. Which was in the cop’s possession. Oh damn oh damn oh damn...
Her paws twitched nervously. Finally, she gave in to her hunger and ate the food frantically. Maybe being drugged would take her mind off the 'medicine'.
She looked around at the stone cell. Cold, dark and full of sour memories; she couldn't see them, but she could almost hear the long ago pleas for mercy of prisoners both guilty and innocent. The silences of the brave ones seemed to hang heaviest in the cold air.
She curled up into a small, furry ball and tried to get to sleep. She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes she was awake again. Somebody put their paw on her shoulder.
She turned with a gasp and looked into the face of a handsome, blue-eyed blond furred fox.
"It's not over, Breech. I still own you."
He took a pawful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her roughly as she struggled against him, suddenly as weak as a kitten. He pulled away slightly, all the better to sneer at her, then started to pull her clothes off, stripping her naked. He didn't bother to gag her, and yet no-one answered her screams for help as he forced her down onto the filthy floor, laughing down at her victoriously-
~~~
Breech's eyes snapped open and she took in a gasp of air so sharp that it was almost a scream. Nobody else was in the cell with her. And her clothes had not been torn away. It was a dream... just a dream... a dream born of memories... Damn but she needed her pills.
She curled up again and faced a corner, squeezing her eyes closed and covering her face with her tail. Because it was harder for the tears to spill over that way.
~~~
A couple of hours later, she awoke once more. Clouds covered the moon and stars that hung in the sky, and the night hung like black velvet. At first she wondered what had awoken her, then looked down at the dogtags that hung around her neck and tucked neatly into her cleavage. They were vibrating very slightly once more against her fur.
For they only vibrated when another holder of the tags was close, and one grew as used to it as waves on the beach, until they only noticed when they stopped. And then started again.
Nack was close.
She retreated into the corner nearest to the door, and examined the wall. The great stone blocks were close-set and well cemented. There was barely enough space between each one for a blade's edge. But space enough, all the same.
Breech took the empty plate in her long, prehensile tail, dug her claws between the blocks and started to climb up the vertical wall as any cat of Earth might climb a tree. Looking at the ceiling with interest, she dug her claws into the rafters and hung from the ceiling, right over the door. Then she dropped the plate.
It shattered on the floor.
Sound and vision. The guards would come into the cell, weapons drawn, to investigate the noise and the lack of a prisoner. Then she would kill them. The first to come; she would snap his back. The second would have his throat ripped out with a punch. The third would be disemboweled with a kick. The fourth-
Only two guards entered the cell, their weapons drawn. The first looked down at the shattered plate. Then Breech dropped onto his shoulders, her weight snapping his spine like a twig. She spun to the second guard, who was aiming his gun at her already, and ripped out his throat with her claws.
She looked down at the two fallen men. No cutting remarks, no monolouges for them; for then it would not be a job cleanly done, but murder. She just cleaned her claws on one's clothes, "The hell with it," she muttered, taking a gun from the other. Despite her nickname, she wasn't fond of guns.
She stepped out of the cell and into a puddle of blood. Another guard lay dead in front of her. Sudden death seemed to be catching.
"Gotcha!" hissed a voice behind her, and a knife was pressed to her throat.
Breech's heart leapt into her mouth, and then she recognised Nack's voice and smelt his alcohol-enriched breath, "Nack! Thank the various gods you came, it's horrible in here... the Captain's pretending to be decent! Where's my stuff?" she asked him.
"Got it."
Nack moved in front of her and threw her the staff. Breech caught it and knelt on the ground, taking a small pill out of a tiny compartment and swallowing it.
“I really wish you didn’t have to take that ROBO shit,” Nack said quietly.
"Yeah, me too… but I do," Breech replied, as her paws stopped shaking. She straightened up, and suddenly a crack in the clouds above illuminated them both, and the guard's body behind them in the quarter moon.
Another guard looked at them, "Hey, you!" he called out, raising his gun.
"Run for it!" Breech shouted. Someone fired a gun behind her, there was a flash, and a bang, and afterwards, she swore that she felt air part over her head.
Somebody shouted one of her nicknames, which was "Don't Let Her Get Away!"
"Captain! Your Majesty! The prisoner is escaping!"
Breech didn't even look behind her. There was another flash and a bang, but this one happened everywhere. Lightning, and thunder. Then it started to rain.
"Damn! The Electrobar's too dangerous in the rain!" Breech shouted.
"I hotwired a motorbike!"
"But Nack, you can't drive when you're drunk!"
"They don't know that!" Nack bundled Breech onto the motorbike, and got on himself. The first thing he did was reverse the motorbike into a house.
"NACK, YOU SON OF AN ASS!" Breech screamed at him, "If we get out of this alive I'll kill you! Just run!"
She ran, and Nack staggered on behind her.
"In the name of Knothole Police Force, I-"
Breech took a dainty step, spun on one heel, and broke the guard's neck with a kick, "I hate rain!" she snapped.
Nack had just shot two guards at close range, "Don't be stupid!" he warned the other two, "Come on, Breech!" he grabbed Breech's arm and pulled her along as she watched Captain James Prower stumble out of Max's chambers, drawing his sword.
~~~
Breech slumped under a tree, utterly drenched, "I hate rain..." she muttered, sitting in some mud.
"And mud," agreed Nack.
"And traitors," said a voice in the dark. James stepped forward, his sword drawn, "You're both under arrest for murder of Knothole personnel and spying and treachery in general."
"Don't you ever give up?" Breech asked him wearily, standing slowly, "Hey look, more lightning," she said, pointing behind James.
James started to turn, and Breech hit him in the face, knocking him to the ground. But she didn't use her claws, just her fist, splitting his lip.
"I cannot believe that worked!" Nack enthused, looking down at the dazed James.
"He's a cyborg. The electrical disturbances in the air have confused him. We just got lucky."
Nack drew his gun and aimed it at James' shoulder, "Okay. These bullets can penetrate SWATbot armour. They oughta slow him down. THEN we take him back to Robotnik and cut him up. If he's got no organs, the scrap metal will come in handy."
"No, he might-"
Nack fired into James' shoulder, and the fox bit down on his scream.
"Nack!" Breech protested, "He could come in handy!"
James looked at the gun, "You can do what you want to me..." he managed, "But please... please don't betray Knothole."
Nack just sneered and aimed the gun at James' kneecap, "You won't be chasing us for a while, Captain," he spat at James.
There was an abrupt *click*, and Breech was suddenly pointing the gun she'd swiped at Nack's head, "These bullets might not penetrate SWATbot armour, but they will penetrate your thick skull. Drop the gun, Nack."
"But-"
"NOW!"
Nack dropped the gun, and Breech punched him in the face. He dropped to the ground quietly, nursing his broken nose. Breech crouched down to James' level, "You see, the problem is that we can't just go back to Robotnik and say, 'Sorry mate, we failed!' It doesn't work like that. But you... you spared my life, so I will spare yours."
"What..."
Breech continued, "Come with us. Work for Robotnik. You'll be safe that way."
"I don't care what happens to me... I'll never work for Robotnik! You can kill me now if you want... My son lives in Knothole... He'll be killed... Please... I can't lose him... he's all I've got left..."
Breech's face creased up. She looked as if she was going to cry.
"So, the Captain of the Royal Guard is on his knees, begging for his little kid's life?" Nack sneered.
"Shut up, Nack!" Breech snapped at him, and turned back to James, "You're really serious, aren't you?" she asked him, "Okay, then here's my second deal. Evacuate Knothole. Come with us. Pretend to work for Robotnik. Bring him down from the inside. Spy for your people."
"But Robotnik employs you..."
"Not employs. More... enslaves. No matter how many of his foul plots you lot foil, he still rules this planet. Without inside help, you'll never bring him down," Breech sagged, "You were right, Prower. I'm tired of being expendable, tired of being a slave. If you really are a male of honour, you'll cut me and Nack loose when it's over."
James considered his options, "How can I trust you?"
"You can't. But you have no choice."
James looked at Breech, who was watching him with cold, emerald green eyes. She suddenly extended two inch-long claws, and dug them into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, then stopped abruptly as Breech removed the bullet and dropped it into his hand.
"Do we have a deal?" she asked him.
He couldn't trust her. But he had no choice.
~~~
End of Chapter Six
Harley: Damn but this Chapter sucked. So I’m putting up Chapter Seven right now. Go to it. NOW NOW NOW!!! Review! Review! Review or I’ll cut your arms off!
At The End Of The Tunnel
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
~~~
Harley: Right, Chapter Six. This is where I get to start killing people!
Froggy: What do you mean, you? This is a fictional character created by you! You’re not getting fantasy confused with reality… right?
Harley: Uh, no! Of course not!
~~~
Chapter Six: Escape
Breech stared down at the steak dinner. She had been staring at it for some time now. She hadn't eaten properly since some time yesterday, and she was hungry, horribly hungry. But it was probably drugged or something.
She tried to focus her mind. It was well past time for her evening dose now. The 'medicine' was in a secret compartment in her staff. Which was in the cop’s possession. Oh damn oh damn oh damn...
Her paws twitched nervously. Finally, she gave in to her hunger and ate the food frantically. Maybe being drugged would take her mind off the 'medicine'.
She looked around at the stone cell. Cold, dark and full of sour memories; she couldn't see them, but she could almost hear the long ago pleas for mercy of prisoners both guilty and innocent. The silences of the brave ones seemed to hang heaviest in the cold air.
She curled up into a small, furry ball and tried to get to sleep. She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes she was awake again. Somebody put their paw on her shoulder.
She turned with a gasp and looked into the face of a handsome, blue-eyed blond furred fox.
"It's not over, Breech. I still own you."
He took a pawful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her roughly as she struggled against him, suddenly as weak as a kitten. He pulled away slightly, all the better to sneer at her, then started to pull her clothes off, stripping her naked. He didn't bother to gag her, and yet no-one answered her screams for help as he forced her down onto the filthy floor, laughing down at her victoriously-
~~~
Breech's eyes snapped open and she took in a gasp of air so sharp that it was almost a scream. Nobody else was in the cell with her. And her clothes had not been torn away. It was a dream... just a dream... a dream born of memories... Damn but she needed her pills.
She curled up again and faced a corner, squeezing her eyes closed and covering her face with her tail. Because it was harder for the tears to spill over that way.
~~~
A couple of hours later, she awoke once more. Clouds covered the moon and stars that hung in the sky, and the night hung like black velvet. At first she wondered what had awoken her, then looked down at the dogtags that hung around her neck and tucked neatly into her cleavage. They were vibrating very slightly once more against her fur.
For they only vibrated when another holder of the tags was close, and one grew as used to it as waves on the beach, until they only noticed when they stopped. And then started again.
Nack was close.
She retreated into the corner nearest to the door, and examined the wall. The great stone blocks were close-set and well cemented. There was barely enough space between each one for a blade's edge. But space enough, all the same.
Breech took the empty plate in her long, prehensile tail, dug her claws between the blocks and started to climb up the vertical wall as any cat of Earth might climb a tree. Looking at the ceiling with interest, she dug her claws into the rafters and hung from the ceiling, right over the door. Then she dropped the plate.
It shattered on the floor.
Sound and vision. The guards would come into the cell, weapons drawn, to investigate the noise and the lack of a prisoner. Then she would kill them. The first to come; she would snap his back. The second would have his throat ripped out with a punch. The third would be disemboweled with a kick. The fourth-
Only two guards entered the cell, their weapons drawn. The first looked down at the shattered plate. Then Breech dropped onto his shoulders, her weight snapping his spine like a twig. She spun to the second guard, who was aiming his gun at her already, and ripped out his throat with her claws.
She looked down at the two fallen men. No cutting remarks, no monolouges for them; for then it would not be a job cleanly done, but murder. She just cleaned her claws on one's clothes, "The hell with it," she muttered, taking a gun from the other. Despite her nickname, she wasn't fond of guns.
She stepped out of the cell and into a puddle of blood. Another guard lay dead in front of her. Sudden death seemed to be catching.
"Gotcha!" hissed a voice behind her, and a knife was pressed to her throat.
Breech's heart leapt into her mouth, and then she recognised Nack's voice and smelt his alcohol-enriched breath, "Nack! Thank the various gods you came, it's horrible in here... the Captain's pretending to be decent! Where's my stuff?" she asked him.
"Got it."
Nack moved in front of her and threw her the staff. Breech caught it and knelt on the ground, taking a small pill out of a tiny compartment and swallowing it.
“I really wish you didn’t have to take that ROBO shit,” Nack said quietly.
"Yeah, me too… but I do," Breech replied, as her paws stopped shaking. She straightened up, and suddenly a crack in the clouds above illuminated them both, and the guard's body behind them in the quarter moon.
Another guard looked at them, "Hey, you!" he called out, raising his gun.
"Run for it!" Breech shouted. Someone fired a gun behind her, there was a flash, and a bang, and afterwards, she swore that she felt air part over her head.
Somebody shouted one of her nicknames, which was "Don't Let Her Get Away!"
"Captain! Your Majesty! The prisoner is escaping!"
Breech didn't even look behind her. There was another flash and a bang, but this one happened everywhere. Lightning, and thunder. Then it started to rain.
"Damn! The Electrobar's too dangerous in the rain!" Breech shouted.
"I hotwired a motorbike!"
"But Nack, you can't drive when you're drunk!"
"They don't know that!" Nack bundled Breech onto the motorbike, and got on himself. The first thing he did was reverse the motorbike into a house.
"NACK, YOU SON OF AN ASS!" Breech screamed at him, "If we get out of this alive I'll kill you! Just run!"
She ran, and Nack staggered on behind her.
"In the name of Knothole Police Force, I-"
Breech took a dainty step, spun on one heel, and broke the guard's neck with a kick, "I hate rain!" she snapped.
Nack had just shot two guards at close range, "Don't be stupid!" he warned the other two, "Come on, Breech!" he grabbed Breech's arm and pulled her along as she watched Captain James Prower stumble out of Max's chambers, drawing his sword.
~~~
Breech slumped under a tree, utterly drenched, "I hate rain..." she muttered, sitting in some mud.
"And mud," agreed Nack.
"And traitors," said a voice in the dark. James stepped forward, his sword drawn, "You're both under arrest for murder of Knothole personnel and spying and treachery in general."
"Don't you ever give up?" Breech asked him wearily, standing slowly, "Hey look, more lightning," she said, pointing behind James.
James started to turn, and Breech hit him in the face, knocking him to the ground. But she didn't use her claws, just her fist, splitting his lip.
"I cannot believe that worked!" Nack enthused, looking down at the dazed James.
"He's a cyborg. The electrical disturbances in the air have confused him. We just got lucky."
Nack drew his gun and aimed it at James' shoulder, "Okay. These bullets can penetrate SWATbot armour. They oughta slow him down. THEN we take him back to Robotnik and cut him up. If he's got no organs, the scrap metal will come in handy."
"No, he might-"
Nack fired into James' shoulder, and the fox bit down on his scream.
"Nack!" Breech protested, "He could come in handy!"
James looked at the gun, "You can do what you want to me..." he managed, "But please... please don't betray Knothole."
Nack just sneered and aimed the gun at James' kneecap, "You won't be chasing us for a while, Captain," he spat at James.
There was an abrupt *click*, and Breech was suddenly pointing the gun she'd swiped at Nack's head, "These bullets might not penetrate SWATbot armour, but they will penetrate your thick skull. Drop the gun, Nack."
"But-"
"NOW!"
Nack dropped the gun, and Breech punched him in the face. He dropped to the ground quietly, nursing his broken nose. Breech crouched down to James' level, "You see, the problem is that we can't just go back to Robotnik and say, 'Sorry mate, we failed!' It doesn't work like that. But you... you spared my life, so I will spare yours."
"What..."
Breech continued, "Come with us. Work for Robotnik. You'll be safe that way."
"I don't care what happens to me... I'll never work for Robotnik! You can kill me now if you want... My son lives in Knothole... He'll be killed... Please... I can't lose him... he's all I've got left..."
Breech's face creased up. She looked as if she was going to cry.
"So, the Captain of the Royal Guard is on his knees, begging for his little kid's life?" Nack sneered.
"Shut up, Nack!" Breech snapped at him, and turned back to James, "You're really serious, aren't you?" she asked him, "Okay, then here's my second deal. Evacuate Knothole. Come with us. Pretend to work for Robotnik. Bring him down from the inside. Spy for your people."
"But Robotnik employs you..."
"Not employs. More... enslaves. No matter how many of his foul plots you lot foil, he still rules this planet. Without inside help, you'll never bring him down," Breech sagged, "You were right, Prower. I'm tired of being expendable, tired of being a slave. If you really are a male of honour, you'll cut me and Nack loose when it's over."
James considered his options, "How can I trust you?"
"You can't. But you have no choice."
James looked at Breech, who was watching him with cold, emerald green eyes. She suddenly extended two inch-long claws, and dug them into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, then stopped abruptly as Breech removed the bullet and dropped it into his hand.
"Do we have a deal?" she asked him.
He couldn't trust her. But he had no choice.
~~~
End of Chapter Six
Harley: Damn but this Chapter sucked. So I’m putting up Chapter Seven right now. Go to it. NOW NOW NOW!!! Review! Review! Review or I’ll cut your arms off!