Another story that just had to get out of my head! Okay, so this story, I've been wanting to write for awhile, is basically the past of Mephiles before the who Iblis incident and whatnot. You can refer to Love is a Beautiful Pain. Anyway, it's kind of an AU story but not totally. The main OC obviously wasn't part of the Sonic '06 plot but it still does not stray too far from it.

I had inspiration from the song "Synchronicity" by Rin and Len, the vocaloid. I didn't use the story from there but you'll soon get why the three parts are so important in later chapters. I love the songs so much and I suggest you check it out! Remember, all rights of the song goes to them.

I hope you enjoy this story!

Disclaimer: All Sonic related characters belong to Sega. All OCs belong to me.

Chapter One: I'm Giving You My Life

In the dark corridors of the lab, the one of which he was created in, the dark hedgehog with a sinister aurora surrounding his frame stared blankly at the small empty room. Its dark lighting was completely depressing, having only a single twin bed and a nightstand built with two small compartments for clothes. The walls were gray and the hard cold floor his metal shoes stood upon was a dull tan color, dirtied from the many years this dreaded place was located on. Usually, when some of the best moments of one's life happened in a certain room, the air was supposed to be filled with exuberant joy and untamed cheer. Eyes were supposed to light up with elation beyond comprehension and butterflies were thought to flutter around multiplying by the second. Though the dull sickly green eyes, that continued to glare stoically at the bare mattress, only fueled the rage behind the locked cage within his body.

Mephiles scanned the room unsure of what to do at the moment. His expression stayed matching along with his breathing, stone-like. The small hedgehog wasn't purely sure if he was actually breathing. When his foot took a step through the entrance his functions seem to go haywire, going on hiatus for awhile, until he was sure what he wanted to do. His dark yet seemingly pale muzzle was a sure sign that he should be dead. It was in fact the color of a dead body, and sure enough Mephiles felt dead, more so, he wanted to be dead, but he wouldn't allow it, not yet. There was simply too much to do, too much to achieve. He needed to fulfill the many tasks he set for himself. He took the appearance of the mentally unstable hedgehog and looked as if he also had taken a few character traits, unfortunately.

Steadily, he continued his movements towards the untainted mattress and, for a moment, feared it. He stood a foot away wondering what would happen if he were to touch it, sit on it, mold into it. From over there he could smell the constant dreadful aroma of alcohol and fresh plastic. Right about now the hedgehog felt like throwing a tantrum, ripping the bed to shreds and throwing the nightstand through the heavy metal wall, but he didn't. It wasn't that she didn't approve of it, he didn't care about that, it was just he couldn't. If he did, she would only smile at him, and he didn't want her to smile at him, he wanted her to cry because she always smiled that smile.

That damn stupid smile.

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The girl who sat in front of the tube that held the project was genius, simply genius. Every word that she muttered, every thought that ran through the compartments of her ingenious intellect was wholly brilliant. At the age of nine, the dark tanned girl with dark hair and shiny hazelnut eyes, could surpass the majority of the others who stepped foot in this large laboratory. Though she never uttered a word to them, never spoke more than what she was supposed to less than two percent of the people here barely saw her as fit for that brain of hers. Being the misfit born from two different colored people was kind of the way it was. In this time period, those with mixed skin were hard to judge. They weren't "subhuman" as they called the dark skins, but at the same time they could never stand up to the same status as light skinned people. Simply, they were just there, breathing, but confusing to many.

She never got to see her parents. One day her eyes had caught site of them being dragged away with her mother's light blue eyes shining with salty water and a enormous smile on her face, while her tall father with strong almond shaped chocolate orbs silently told her to be strong was right next to her. At the time, the girl was six. She retained the scene folding before her, just sitting on the floor holding a stuffed dog she was given on her second birthday. She really didn't understand what was going on, but she knew enough to keep quiet. As she heard screams and shouts of extensive vocabulary, her mouth was sewed shut and her eyes never watered a bit. How could she show emotion towards anything she did not understand? Even to this very day, with a big brain like hers, she could not figure out the series of events that day. But that was something she could focus on later.

In front of the dark haired girl was the hedgehog that had yet to awaken. The project was supposed to be created for something, but she did not know what. She had heard that he was just a test, something to bring light to evolution of another species. The creature in front of her was rather weird to put it lightly. What kind of animal had such large eyes? The only animal she could think of that had such large eyes was a giant squid but this creature looked nothing like those ugly things. It took the form of a hedgehog, a really big one. Measuring it's thin limbs and muscle structures this thing was supposed to be able to function as a human would; walk, talk, feel, think, run and many other things.

Unfortunately, this project was a failure.

It wouldn't wake up. Each day the tiny girl would watch, hidden, as the head professor, a very plump man with gray hair and was status as the king of Soleanna, checked on it once every week, only to find it hadn't moved since day one. There were no signs of life from it. The monitor that measured its pulse was flat lined, a red streak unmoving and smooth. He would have an argument with one of the top scientist, furiously asking why the creature would move and leave, infuriated. Soon after, everyone stopped coming to check on the weird hedgehog and the room and its capsule was left, abandoned, kind of like her. It was truly abandoned though, that small, mixed child, would always go there to spend most of her day talking to it.

Having not spoke a single word since she last saw her parents took a rather large toll. She found herself spilling the contents of her mind to the gray streaked hedgehog, even if he wouldn't respond. She found comfort in it, as if he really did absorb the information, he was just too timid to speak out.

After a couple of days, which soon turned into months, and then years, the girl had grown into a simple thirteen year old. She hadn't aged much but her brain had certainly developed. Cautiously going through the notes of previous researchers , she had found out that the liquid the hedgehog she inhabited in was, the bio-liquid, was absorbed everything but the artificial lifeform. She tested the theory out by dropping in an apple she was going to have for breakfast and found the monitor to beep. Her hopes blasted through the roof and day by day she dropped in items a normal human being would be exposed to; books, food, jewelry, flowers, anything. If she were continue to do this, he was sure to wake up. It was almost guaranteed. All the hedgehog needed was a slight push. He needed to be fed and taught like a real child. That was all. But it was simply not a enough.

This dearly confused the young girl and that confusion turned into determination. Her tanned hand laid upon the glass as her eyes gazed longingly at the creature she soon gained feelings for. How she longed for someone to talk to, a creature who would listen to her and understand her thoughts. Through the years she had dropped everything she cared for a read into the liquid, hoping that one day he-not it-would wake up and look at her and be her friend. Every day she sung for him, her sweet and quiet voice out loud to the hedgehog praying he would hear. If he was suffering she hoped her voice soothed him. If he felt lonely she wished for her voice to be his friend. A friend she had wished for, for what seemed like forever.

After awhile, she had lost most hope. She had not cared that she had been cooped up in this single, abandoned room for years, isolated. She just focused on him. For some reason, her heart was bound to him, wanting to see him. In her chest she always imagined his eyes as beautiful. Oh, how she prayed for those dark eyelids to reveal his shining orbs. But, she was starting to believe that would never happen.

One day after going through notes one last time, she had caught something. Everything she wrote listed from educational abilities to physical traits everything from the logical aspect. Everything was mind related; there was no emotion, no soul, no heart. She widened her eyes, gasping. The clip board fell to the ground with a loud metallic clank.

The heart.

She flipped through the papers. There was no record of a heart. This being had no beating heart. There was nothing pumping his blood, carrying oxygen, or feelings. The girl smiled at the hedgehog walking towards it. She took a ladder, climbing to the top of the capsule and opened the lid. The large white lab coat hung behind her on top of the murky brown shorts she wore on her skinny legs and her green buttoned shirt she had on was tight around the bust area. With a last glance she looked around and giggled sadly but soon smiled brightly at the liquid that the dark male floated in.

If he needed a heart, then so be it.

She was going to give him her heart, soul and memories, pleased she could contribute to his life. If it meant he could be happy and living, then this sacrifice was nothing.

Sitting on the edge she closed her eyes and sung with the voice of an angel before death, "I surrender myself, fate abound."

The she fell in the bio-liquid.

In it, she surprisingly felt fine. Soon after she could not feel her legs as bubbles hit her face from below. She was already diminishing. Her feeble hands held the naked hedgehog's cheeks, cupping them with gentleness. Her only wish, before she fully gave herself to him, was to see his eyes, just once.

The bubbles were rising up faster. Her entire body had lost feeling and she could not breathe, but she didn't need to. Both bodies floated like feathers, silently in the water. It was final, the innocent girl had felt her heart taken away from her body but somehow her arms and smile were still there, holding him close to her. She happily gave her life away to him after seeing how her wish could not come true. But with her last moments and a light and thankful heart, she opened her mouth wide with happiness and sung.

"I'm singing where I stand, may my prayers reach to you."

At that moment, his eyes slowly opened revealing emerald orbs that shined greater than any jewels. The young girl, before the bubbles had fully enveloped her body, saw them. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes in that second. Then, the girl was no longer there, her forgotten existence escaping the world and into his heart.

The monitor beside the glass tube began to beep with a small noise but then its volume increased. Soon the red flat line managed a few bumps until an increasingly large amount appeared. The nasally beeping sound boomed loudly for three days straight until a man, one of the scientists, passed by hearing it, soon spreading the news that the creature had indeed awakened.

It wasn't long until the room was filled with men studying the hedgehog whose eyes were open, eyelids lazy. His body floated there, slumped over, ignoring the happy and joyful faces that celebrated its life. He was so confused. He was tired. He was hurting. His heart hurt so much. It ached with loneliness. He was missing someone. A beautiful voice was ringing in his ears slightly soothing his chest. Slowly his right hand moved to his chest, unnoticeable. He blinked.

Shooting through his mind, a series of pictures and sound ran before his eyes, making them go wide. This girl he had not seen before but recognized had stood there looking at him with care. She was seen singing to him with honest and pure hope. Then the last picture he saw was her jumping in and singing to him, smiling.

"Noelle."