Hey guys, this is something new I wanted to do, so just read on.

Disclaimer: Sonic the Hedgehog belongs to SEGA. This story is MINE, and all characters I make up are MINE.

Sorry for any mistakes!

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" Move it you worthless pieces of shit!"

The whip cracked in the air as we were all shoved into a certain direction. The cold rain was making me shiver as the freezing water droplets hit my fur before wetting my skin underneath. Everything was silent, except for the shuffling of the feet and the insults from the men with whips in their hands.

I extended up my neck to try and see over the heads of the taller women in front of me. I only got a glimpse of some smoke rising in the air before one of the whips almost hit my feet.

" No time for looking girl! Get back to walking!"

Girl.

They usually called us "shit", "crap", "disgraces", and even "bitches" to us women. Being called a girl was actually a compliment. I carried on, staring at the ground to avoid making eye contact with the whippers.

Well, that's how we call them.

The mud had become mushy from the heavy rain and the repeated stomping by all the people who are forced to pass here.

Just like me.

I hear someone cough in back of me, and not one second later I could hear that person scream in pain as one of the whippers beat them to death. I didn't even need to look back, I already see enough with what's happening in front of me.

My legs were sore from the walking they had to go through all day. My eyelids were trying to close, but I wouldn't let them. The result would be me ending up like that person that was behind me just a few seconds ago. And like the other person a few minutes ago.

No matter, there were many deaths everyday. And I've had to witness through many of them. That's the problem of being a slave.

You're treated like pieces of shit, like if we have no better use than to clean houses, cook food, and act like punching bags. Right now, we're like rag dolls, being tossed around and occasionally beaten.

If one dares to look at the whippers in the eyes, you're dead. Like my mom always said,

" Keep looking down, don't look ahead. They'll think you're brave. They hate the courageous with all their passion. If you act weak in front of them, you'll live," she would say.

That's exactly what I do. I look down at the dirt and close my eyes for a second before opening them again. I turn my head to the side to see all the males walking close together like penguins.

I felt like crying at the sight. I see some men look at our side and try to extend their hands towards their wife if they saw them, but they would get hit in the head and yelled at harshly.

I turned to the other side and saw all the children. Most of them were practically skeletons. Their skin was forged against their bones and their eyes were empty. There was no joy or happiness in them, just complete and utter emptiness.

Some children were crying for their mothers whereas the older ones were just walking slowly and pushing the younger wailing children to keep moving forward.

I moved my eyes to the back of the huge crowd of children to see some corpses on the floor motionless. I shivered as I pictured their lifeless bodies on the ground.

I sighed and kept on walking, not wanting to imagine anything else that would make me want to cry. The woman in front of me coughed, but I could tell that she tried to keep it in. She was lucky, one of the whippers were shouting loud enough to drown the sound.

She sighed in relief when she wasn't grabbed and thrown to the ground. I stared into her back, wanting to look at her face badly so that I could speak to her properly.

" Another second, minute, hour, day, week, month, or year being alive," I quietly said so as the whippers wouldn't hear me. The woman didn't say anything, but she nodded slightly, as if agreeing to what I said.

She stopped all of a sudden. I managed to not slam into her from the abrupt stop. I wanted to see what was causing us to stay still, but I heard screeching from metal and then all the women started to walk again.

It was until I was close enough that I saw the train we were getting on. I struggled to climb on the elevated platform due to my weak muscles from all the walking.

The woman who was in front of me is now in back since she can't get on. If the whippers see this, they would surely pull her off and drag her to who knows where. I quickly crouched down to her and grabbed her hand. I pulled and managed to get the woman on the train before the whippers saw us.

She dusted off her torn dress and thanked me warmly. She secretly sent me a smile. Her teeth were yellow and crooked, but I could tell she was a nice person, despite all of this.

More and more women were forced onto the train, filling the place even more. It was getting impossible to breath as all of us were squeezed into the cart. The doors closed and the cart was pitch black right after.

All was quiet for the exception of the coughing inside. Now that there was nobody watching us, we all coughed from the cold and sickness. I was next to a woman who kept coughing furiously nonstop. I covered my mouth and nose to try and avoid catching an illness or cold.

The train suddenly jerked, causing most of us to stumble slightly to try and regain our balance. I heard the engine roar and horn being blown. We didn't say anything as the train kept on heading to its destined location.

The door jerked open and all the light blinded me for a few seconds. I put my hand over my eyes to shield them.

" Come on, get your filthy asses off the train!"

Immediately, all the women moved to get off the train. However, I noticed that there was a smaller amount of us now than when we got onto the train.

I looked back to see many bodies on the floor. As I searched around, I saw that same woman who had escaped death earlier. Unfortunately, she didn't escape death this time. I observed her face to notice that she was an elderly rabbit with brown fur.

At least she doesn't have to deal with the torture any longer.

I scrambled to the ground and continued to follow the women in front of me. I heard other doors opening where children jumped off immediately so as not to get yelled at.

After a while of walking, we were forced into these types of cages. We unwillingly got in, not sure what would happen. I could see a stand in front of us with some time of small hammer on it. There were people surrounding us, eyeing at all of the slaves, as if they were checking which one they wanted.

Realization hit me as I saw more people coming and waiting in front of the stand.

We are going to be sold.

I heard a whimper behind me. I turned around to see a young rabbit with brown eyes look up at me. She was scared, the poor thing. I stared at her carefully and the rabbit I saw earlier when they were putting us on the train crossed through my mind. This was her daughter, and now she was an orphan.

I crouched down to her height and cupped her face with my hands. Her eyes were red and her lower lip was trembling.

" Don't worry, I'll take care of you," I soothingly said. She whimpered again, but I rocked her slightly and hugged her. I ran my hand my hand through her little tuft of hair on her head.

" Shh, don't worry. You'll be with me," I don't even now the girl and I'm already acting like her mother. Well, it doesn't matter, I will take care of that woman's child no matter what.

I pulled away and stared into her eyes. She seemed to have calmed down and sniffled. I nodded and stood up to see what was going on so far. The little rabbit held onto my hand and pressed her body against me. I looked down at her and smiled warmly at her.

" What's your name?" I asked. She stared back at me with her wide eyes and smiled back.

" Cream the Rabbit. Yours?" I ruffled her hair and turned back to the crowd outside.

" Amy Rose," we both said no more and waited to see what would happen to us. It didn't take long for a fat, ugly walrus hop to the stand and tap the microphone he had in hand. There was huge crowd of people now filling the streets completely.

" Ok, first slave, bring them," he ordered into the mic. Someone opened the gate and pulled me out. Cream kept a hold of my hand, not wanting to let go. The man who grabbed me shoved her away and locked the gate before any of the other women would try to escape.

Cream grabbed onto the bars and reached out for me, but I was already out of reach for her. I was shoved onto the stand and forced to stand there.

I would make a run for it, but there were many people out on the sides pointing their rifles at the cages and me in case if something went out of control.

" As you see, this young slave has a good frame and delicate, yet strong hands," the walrus said as he took my hand. I sighed softly and saw the misty fog escape my mouth and into the air. Somebody coughed loudly and raised his hand.

" I'll pay 20," he said. The fat walrus smiled widely and brought the microphone near his mouth. Gosh, I think that beard of his will eat it.

" Anybody going for thirty? Anybody?" he asked.

Another man raised his hand. His clothes were ragged, but he was still well dressed. He probably had a farm with slaves to help him.

" Ok, would anybody go for forty?"

This time, a well-dressed man raised his hand.

" One hundred" he said loudly. He glared at another well-dressed man at the other side of the crowd. He smirked and raised his hand.

" Two hundred," said the other one.

" Three hundred" the other man exclaimed this.

" Four thousand," he said. I was confused as to who won, but I looked at the man who said the last price. His demeanor wasn't pleasant at all. I hope he doesn't get me. I would prefer to work at a farm than in a rich man's house.

" Any higher? No?" the walrus looked around to make see if anybody else dared raise the price.

" Three," he started. Oh please, not me.

" Two."

I hope Cream would be sold to a better person.

" One."

I want to be with my mother again. I closed my eyes, as I already knew who would be my new master.

" Sold!"

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