Whooo my first story in a long time :D

Okay so again, basic idea of where this is going, if anyone had read my stuff before, expect triggers and emotional things coming your way.

This story will contain drug use, so pre-warned about that. Whenever I write about stuff like this, always remember I do it to highlight that this is what goes on in the world and I mean no disrespect to anyone.

Anyways, now that that's all said, time to be a true, dedicated fan and make the character I love so much suffer :D (my days fangirls a weird)

Hope you enjoy, leave a review and hopefully I'll be updating soon.

Smoke flew inside his throat, suffocating him. The air was dense with it. Broken robotic debris littering the ground, sparking and being the cause of the foul mist.

He must have been the only one to notice. A large crowd gathered, standing on the streets, the roads, even on top of cars. They all did the same thing. Stare up to the tallest tower, raising their voices in appreciation at the one they looked up at.

Sonic looked down at them all. It was an ocean of blank faces and their voices, happy and cheerful, merged into one song of hollow blah. It was nothing, not anymore.

They couldn't see him from down there. The humans… Even as the tornado flew by, his best friend cheering his name alongside them. It was nothing. His friends… couldn't have seen.

His chest rose, and fell, unable to breathe through the smoke that reached even the tallest tower. Eggman had left, left them all too it. Perhaps if he knew what was coming next, he would have stayed and watched.

Sonic swayed. His feet balancing on the very edge of the tower, looking down at the ant sized crowd below his unsteady feet. Several rapid blinks, but his eyes wouldn't focus. His vision blurred, lights dancing around his pupils and suddenly the ground didn't look that far away.

Step away. All he needed to do was step away, just get off the edge and hide.

Slowly Sonic turned around, his back now the focus of the admiring humans, each still cheering and rejoicing his victory.

One foot forward. That was all Sonic needed to do.

He lifted his foot… but it didn't go forward.

The crowd still roared loudly, but it was no longer in celebration. They all screamed and an instant fearful bout shook them as it happened.

Sonic didn't step forward. He fell backwards.

He fell from the tower, his body completely limp. He didn't spin. He didn't aim his feet to the ground. He was falling and his body was going to take all the impact.

There was no one fast enough to save him.

All they could do was watch as he plummeted down to the ground.

Death, was surly a mercy for him now though.

It started three months ago. An ordinary day, running at the speed of light through the city highways. Sonic laughed to himself, looking back and seeing Sam Speed grow smaller in the distance as he left him behind. "Sorry pal, maybe next time I'll go blind folded to give you a chance?" he called back arrogantly, despite knowing he couldn't be heard.

He dashed on ahead, deciding now would be a good time to call it a day. He'd been going none stop for two days, running and exploring. He'd ran over to the southern part of China, a country he was found of. Only he rarely had time to stop and enjoy the sights, as it turns out he and Eggman had the same idea. Naturally one dragon robot smash later, Sonic was ready to head back. The local village insisted however that he stay the night. The family he stayed with was nice, he'd have to visit them soon.

His journey back hadn't been a breeze either. Not only due to Sam's insistence of a race he must have known he'd lose, but a ground of anti-mobian activists tried to get the jump on him. Sonic didn't know when these groups formed or how, but they were people who were against the ideals of talking animals having civil rights. They always argued Sonic and his friends were dangerous, only a matter of time until they turned and attacked people like primates, or something like that.

It was hardly something Sonic couldn't handle, but they did often get under his feet. There was so much about this world and the human's way of doing things that he was eager to learn. These activists just confused him. On his planet if someone didn't like something they said nothing and kept their distance, not make such a big deal about it.

The time was late, the night already half over with the city still keeping busy.

Sonic avoided the neon lights and busy crowds by walking through the back streets instead. Once there he could settle for a small walk. A chance to catch his breath back.

He rarely ever needed to breathe after running, but unfortunately the trap the activists set for him had been unexpected, and surprisingly clever. Naturally he escaped within two seconds, but not without catching his leg against a loose sheet of metal. The cut wasn't deep but it stung.

Sometimes he didn't know why he bothered. They got a child to cry for help, then before he knew it the kid pushed him back and a metal box covered in barbed wire almost grabbed him.

What was impressing was how fast it happened. It was quick even by his standards.

Sonic paused for a moment, leaning against the side of a wall and taking a deep sigh. He felt tired. A new feeling for him. Looking down at his leg, the cut wasn't that visible. Most of the scaring went down past his socks, tearing along his foot. He couldn't feel much but he'd have to check if any metal was left in there later.

"Shut it punk! Where's my money!"

Snapping his head, Sonic's ears were quick in focus at the distant voice. He pushed himself from the wall, his fists balled up as he stood in a fight stance. He listened out, everything was silent for a moment, until he heard what sounded like glass shattering.

Really he should learn his lesson, but if Sonic learned anything growing up it was to always give benefit of the doubt.

Using his famous speed, he raced around the corner to the sound of the fight.

There he saw two guys, one clearly a lot younger than the other, who was currently pinned against the wall, the broken bottle in his hand. The other man who had him by the throat had blood running along his face, and a smile that was anything but pleasant. "Oh you shouldn't have done that pretty boy. Now you're really gonna suffer!" As the man yelled, he raised his fist in the air. When the glint caught Sonic's eyes, he knew that in the fist the man was holding a knife.

No convincing was needed. Without warning Sonic leapt into his spin and dashed at the man. The offender was thrown to the wall, knife flung far away as his body cracked into the trash cans.

It happened in a blink of an eye, the boy that had been pinned to the wall fell to his knees, coughing and wheezing, regaining his breath after being strangled.

Slowly he looked up, gasping as he recognised his saviour. "S-Sonic… the hedgehog?" he mumbled.

The blue furred animal approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" he asked.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something… different about this guy. He looked a little older then Chris, but not too old. His hair was in dreadlocks and his clothes were extremely baggy. None of that was the problem though, what was weird was his eyes. They were obviously blue but, around them, was nothing but red. Really, really red! His pupils were dilated. It was… creepy.

Of all the people he had met, Sonic had never seen someone like this before.

"Dude, thanks so much for the save!" this guy suddenly blurted out. It wasn't just his eyes that were off, his breath stank as well.

Holding his nose, Sonic stepped back to keep his distance. "It's nothing, don't worry. I'll run to the police station so they can arrest him while he's out cold" he offered, looking over at the unmoving form among the trash.

"No don't!" Suddenly the young man was on his feet and grabbed Sonic's arm, taking the hedgehog completely off guard. Personal space was something he clearly didn't know about as Sonic tried to pull his arm away. "Why not?" he asked, raising his brow.

Finally, the stranger let go, "Oh man, they don't care about guys like us. They're only there for the people who can afford to pay taxes" he complained.

Sonic wasn't convinced though, "Really."

"Yeah like, several of the fuds walked past when that dude grabbed me, they didn't do nothing."

Sonic looked back over to the trash heap. A leg twitched so at least he wasn't dead. Something was really strange about this situation, he wasn't sure how to put his finger on it though. "Why was he attacking you?"

The young man went quiet, his red eyes rolling back into his head for a moment. Eventually he settled with shrugging. "I dunno, he's crazy I guess. Hey what happened to your leg?"

Sonic looked down at his wound, consciously hiding his leg behind the other. "It's nothing, just a scratch" he shrugged.

"No way dude, that looks bad. Come on we'll go back to my place and I'll fix it up. You helped me, let me return the favour" before Sonic could answer he turned and started walking away.

"Huh? Hey wait" Sonic called out, not clear on what was suddenly happening. "What about him?"

The young man stuck out his tongue and laughed. "He's fine, leave him. He'll be on his feet in like two minutes. Now come on, if you're in pain I got stuff to help you out. By the way, my name's Eren, what's yours?"

The blue hedgehog stared at him, blinking a couple of times with disbelief at the question. "Umm Sonic. You said my name before" he reminded.

"Duuude are you Sonic the hedgehog?"

"… yes. How many other blue hedgehogs do you see?"

"Oh awesome! Come back to mine, I'll fix your leg!"

Sonic still had so much to learn about this world and humans, one thing for sure was this guy was a mystery on his own. He could only stare after this guy as he stumbled along the streets, using the walls to lean against.

He stopped to look back, yelling for Sonic to follow.

Normally Sonic would have known better. His judgement would have told him something wasn't right and that he should have stayed away. But he was tired, his leg hurt and he was curious. Not to mention, he had to help Eren get home, the guy was unstable, and he always had to help.

Besides, he looked harmless. What's the worst that could happen?

Nothing Sonic couldn't handle…

But this was the night that started it all. How could he have ever known, that his greatest enemy, one he had no power against, or any chance of escaping, was only ten minutes away?