Who Am I To You?

by Starsing1

It's amazing what we take for granted until it's gone, left to pick up the pieces. But will things ever be normal again? There's no way for the former blue blur to know, but a certain reluctant black and red hedgehog might be able to help him along the way. Sonadow, some violence, light swearing, maybe a little blood in later chapters so rated it M to be safe.

1. Chapter 1

Who Am I To You?

Chapter1; Isn't it funny?

Isn't it funny what we take for granted? One minute you're so sure of who you are, only to have it stripped from you in the worst way possible. The scientist took his seat in the observation room with his associates, clipboard in hand. "Sorry I'm late; my computer was being a bother." He stared forwards like the rest, to view the room below with great interest. The others nodded, the four of them exchanging words while they waited for the show to begin. "It seems that the subject is as equally a bother today." The second answered, while the third pitched in his two cents. "Yes, it nearly bit its handlers again, so we've had to return to the muzzle again." The fourth merely snorted; the test subject was in its prime, strong and young, but seemingly unbreakable. At least at first it was; but they were patient people, and they'd been working on this creature, test subject 26-B, for a few months now.

One day it all ends, and you can't fight it, no matter how hard you try. Only to realize you're a belonging, a plaything, everything the opposite of what you should be, gone, because they made you to be this way. There was a clattering sound at the end of the room below that suddenly caught the scientist's attention, as they stood to line up in front of the unbreakable clear panel before them. There was no doubt that these training sessions had woken up the subject's feral nature, nor who the subject hated most; precautions were necessary to avoid a savage attack like the one that had mauled its first handler. Then the show began two large, bulky men led an obviously irritated creature into the room below, set like an obstacle course for quadrupeds. And that was what the creature was; walking on all fours like some bizarre dog on a chain leash. Short but thick fur covered its body, a shade between grey and blue, with a furry white muzzle, hidden behind the leather encasing it. The belly of the beast was as equally white, with a lush tuft of longer fur at its throat, though it badly needed brushing along with the tangled bushy tail. The toes the subject's four paws were nearly hairless compared to the body fur, and covered in thin, peach-coloured fuzz that ended with strong dark claws to grip the ground. The two front paws would be a puzzle for anyone unfamiliar with the test subject, for they looked almost like they were trying to be hands; each of the three front toes having two joints, as if they were stubby, short fingers that bent only in the middle. There was even a fourth digit, a flexible stub on the inner side of the front paws, as if to say "look, I'm a thumb", though the digits were barely capable of holding and manipulating things on their own. The resemblance of hands ended there, with the hind paws having three toes as well, and a dewclaw further up each hind foot near the heel for grip.

Made, yeah I said it. But that's what I am now. A man-made mockery of what I'm supposed to be. And I can't see any way out before they claim what's left of me. I'm not even sure who "me" is anymore. The most fascinating thing a newcomer would note were the razor sharp spines messily protruding from the rear of its head, back, and shoulders; a trait that the Scientists had worked to keep through the process of their experiment. Subject 26-B was to be a weapon, after all. The only thing they couldn't warp to their will was its mind. After all, the thing needed its intelligence for the battlefield intact. That was what breaking was for. And that was what they were doing. 26-B already wore a shock collar at all times, and in its cell it was kept hobbled, connected to the wall by a sturdy collar and chain. Meals were strictly formulated to leave the subject hungry, but not malnourished, as food was one motivator they used to force the hungry creature to obey. Yes, it was a bit underweight, but that and the punishments it was given had finally begun to crack its armour and let them control it. The progress was evident in how it was guided through the obstacles, without a touch of the whip or a shock through the collar, moving through the commands reluctantly but obediently. As usual, it was put through the full, gruelling training session that forced it to use and strengthen every muscle, lasting for hours until it could barely stand. It had needed some…'encouragement' from the collar near the end, but that would be taken care of during the next session tomorrow. The scientists shook hands as the bruised and exhausted subject was carried back to its cell, congratulating each other for their hard work done. And back in the cage, the creature could only weep.

So this is my first story, and I'd love to hear reviews from anyone with the time. As this is my first story here, I'd ask that you be fair please! Who Am I to you is going to be a Sonadow story, so if you don't like the ship, it may not be for you. Not all my stories will be Sonadow, so if you like my style, check back and see if there's anything new that interests you. Have fun reading!