Darkly Dawns

By RyokoDarkwing

Warnings: Blood, violence, gijinka/humanoid, future yaoi

Discliamer: I do not own Sonic or any of his friends

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All in all he should've seen this coming.

This completely fucked up mess the kept dragging him deeper and deeper in to darkness no matter how hard he fought to escape. Even now as the rope burns and bites into his wrists, as he begins to lose consciousness from the loss of blood cascading from the millions of cuts across his battered body, as hands, cold and hard; unforgiving, wrapped around his throat and squeezed till black crept across his vision…

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Chris softly grumbled at the lock of his and his girlfriend's apartment, one arm full of a big bouquet of irises as he fought to unlock it, a bottle of wine and a pair of plane tickets to Paris in that hand as well. It was their second anniversary and he was planning to surprise Rouge with a trip to Paris. She had been dropping hints about it for months and today he was going to surprise her with the tickets.

He had told her he would be stuck in board meeting all day so she would not be expecting this. He couldn't the happy smile from his face as he tiptoed into their apartment then a sound caught his ear.

His smile gave way to a confused and cautious look as he set the flowers, wine and tickets down on the counter and listened again wondering if he heard it or if it had been the couple that live in the apartment under them. They always played their TV to loud…

There is was again!

Ocean blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, shock swimming in their depths. It'd had been a cry. Far too deep and undeniably male to be Rouge…and it came from the direction of their bedroom.

The redhead wasn't even a wear he was moving till he stood in front of his bedroom door. Thoughts dashed through his head faster than he keep up with. Was Rouge cheating on him? Why would she cheat on him? Was she tried of him or…..His head jerked up in horror; what if she was being raped?!

He didn't think twice before swinging the door, slamming it against the wall hard enough for the handle to bust a hole in the wall and choked on his breath.

Blood, everywhere, trailing down from hundreds, thousands of cuts. Wrists bound, bleeding and burnt. Pale hand, perfectly manicured, one clutching heavily tanned throat, one gripping the hilt of a horrid looking dagger.

"Rouge?! What the HELL are you doing?!"

Teal eyes, madness gleaming in them as blood-red lips curled back in cruel smirk, fangs flashing and the hand with the dagger twitched. A glint of silver flashed downward and Chris sprung forward, tackling the white haired woman off of the bed a grappling for the clutched in her hands.

"No!" Rouge hissed darkly, glaring at the blue eyed male, "You will not interfere!" then swung the knife in his direction, Chris yelped, barely dodging the knife by falling backwards to the floor. Rouge leapt at him with vile intending on piercing his heart with the knife but both of Chris' feet slammed into her stomach. Using her momentum to throw her over him and crashing into their closet.

The redhead scrambled up, slamming into the closet door just as Rouge hit it from the other side. The hand with the knife stabbed blindly for the blue-eyed man, at one point giving him a long cut across his forearm. Chris shook his head violently hating himself for what he was about to do and allowed minor give on the door then slammed his whole weight into it. His stomach turned, hearing sickening crack from the arm swing at him and from the ear piercing wail Rouge gave out and the sound of the knife clattering to the hardwood floor.

With a grunt, Chris was able to close the door all the way Rouge's arm having retreated to safely, lock it and pull his dresser down into front of the door as Rouge continued to try to pound and claw her way out from the inside. Shrieking in a language Chris had never heard before, sending cold shivers up his spine as he fell back against the bed, bloodstained and exhausted.

Then weak groan of pain reawakened the fact there was a third person in the room to the redhead. With grunt Chris pulled himself up and half limped, half crawled along the bed to the other.

They were very obviously male, Chris took note of the naked state of the other male then pushed it aside, untying the rope from around his wrists. Then he yanked the cordless phone off the hook and dialed. "Yes, 911? I need an ambulance and the police…" Chris' shaky voice trailed off as bronze eyelids fluttered open, revealing deep amber eyes that locked on to his ocean blue.

Dusk, fire, blood, pain, darkness, hurt, falling, break, suffocating, abyss, ocean, dawn….help….

Phone fell from Chris limp grasp, clattering loudly to the floor, the concerned voice of the operater not heard over the sound of Rouge's continued shrieking.

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*coughs* Sooooo yeah…stand alone or prolog….time will tell.