Return of a Killer
By Fangs of Lightning and The Chuckinator
Chapter 1: Prison Life
Twenty years had passed, and Sonic hated his life more than he ever had before. He had been in prison for these long years, and hated it. However, he knew that he had to be here. Sonic sighed and laid back on his bed again.
"I'm bored," he said. "There's nothing to do."
"Of course there isn't," Shadow said. "I'm the only one that ever visits you."
"But you aren't real," Sonic said. "You're only a hallucination created by me."
Shadow sighed and nodded. "That's kind of my point."
Sonic nodded. He stood up and paced the cell, thinking about everything that had happened twenty years ago. Killing everyone had been such a horrible thing to do, and he still felt terrible for it. But his mind kept going to Blaze most of all. He couldn't help wondering how she was doing after what he'd done to her. Not that she'd ever come to talk to him abut it.
The criminal sighed and looked around. A few minutes later, a guard slipped dinner in before walking off. Sonic sat on the floor in front of it with another sigh. He took a bite and began to eat. The food here wasn't great, either. Sonic pushed the tray away when he was done and growled in annoyance.
"I'm so lonely," he said to himself.
You don't have to be. This time, the voice wasn't Shadow's.
Sonic groaned. "Go away, Dark."
Dark chuckled. Why should I? You want out of here, don't you?
"No. I must stay to make amends for my actions. I accept my punishment."
Oh, come on, Sonic. You've been in here for twenty years.
Sonic shook his head. "I don't care."
Twenty years is long enough.
Sonic shook his head. Dark was about to speak again when Shadow did. "Don't listen to him, Sonic. All of us know what will happen if he gets free."
Sonic nodded and sat down. "What should I do? I can't get rid of him."
"Try to ignore him. You've been doing a good job so far all these years."
"I'll try."
"That's good. I'm here for you if you ever need me."
Sonic smiled and looked at him. "Thank you, Shadow."
The hallucination nodded and faded away. sonic smiled around his cell. All he had to do was think of good things and Dark wouldn't annoy him. It had always worked in the past.
A few minutes later, a guard walked up and looked at him, then spoke. "The Warden wants to talk to you," the guard said.
Sonic nodded and followed the guard. He came to the warden ' s office.
"You want to talk to me?" He asked.
"Yes, it's about your sentence." The warden motioned toward a chair. "Sit down."
Sonic nodded and sat. "What about it?"
"You've been here for twenty years now, and you haven't acted up or anything. So, I was thinking of giving you a second chance."
The criminal nodded. "All right."
"Do you think you're ready to be around people again?"
Sonic hesitated. "No. My split personality is too dangerous. I'd like to serve the rest of my sentence; it's what I deserve."
"If you think that's best." The warden smiled at him before calling the guard back in.
The guards took him away and locked Sonic back in the cell. Sonic groaned and heard Dark's voice.
You should have taken the chance. I would have.
"Shut the hell up, Dark," Sonic said.
You know I'm right.
"I said shut up!"
Dark chuckled, quickly falling silent as Shadow started talking to Sonic.
"Don't listen to him," Shadow said. "He just wants to take control of you."
"I know." Sonic nodded and sighed. He was growing sick of Dark again already.
The criminal sighed and fell asleep. Halfway through the night, he started having a strange dream. It was about Dark escaping and killing people, including Blaze. Sonic whimpered in his sleep, waking up suddenly and looking around.
He sighed. "It was only a dream..."
A voice chuckled in his head. For now, maybe.
Sonic growled angrily but ignored his evil persona. Sonic sat up with an irritated sigh. He looked around and groaned, then sat down, thinking about the dream. What did it mean? He already knew that would happen if he left, so maybe it was acting from that. Sonic nodded; it would be best to ignore Dark. Sonic tried to find something interesting to do around the room. As expected, there wasn't anything. The criminal sighed. He lay down and went back to sleep.