I'm back! I just love this story. It may be rated T, but that's only because things get dramatic, and there is a death in the end. I might mention anther death, but if I do, I'll barely go in to it. It's long compared to the Tails and Forever Love story, and I have estimated at this time that it will be 12 chapters long, not including the introduction and epilogue. So, without further ado, here is the introduction! Enjoy! This is starting out as a poem to explain some things.
Tick, tick, tick……Tick, tick, tick.
Non-steady breathing and moving cameras, is all I hear.
The sound of a clock, slowly losing it's power.
I sit in a corner, all alone
With my young child, the one born a week ago.
She shuffles in my arms, and lets out a moan.
A moan of hunger, or pain,
Those are the options.
Then, the sound of an opening door,
People slowly awake,
And once they realize what's going on,
Their eyes grow wide, and they move into the corner,
My corner.
Growling is my only defense,
I'm weak, and hungry.
The guards observe us, then point at me, and my child.
I glare at them, and move back slowly.
The doors are opened,
A guard comes in our direction.
Everyone else moves away, but I have no where to go.
My once low and angry eyes turn frightful,
And I cower in my corner, like a kitten.
I'm still a kid at heart, barely even an adult physically.
The child opens her eyes, and to her horror,
Sees the enemies she's had before she was even born.
I beg for mercy, to not have to go through what they came to get me for.
The nod their heads, no, and drag me and my child, out of our cell.
The child cries, and she is beaten.
"NO!" I cry
I run to her, the only thing I have left is her
But the guards push me away.
They take us to two separate rooms,
I have no idea what they're doing to my child this time.
I hear cries as I walk in,
From other unfortunate people who are also suffering.
They lead me up to a table, full of sharp needles.
My eyes grow wide,
But they don't care.
This is there job,
Has been their job.
They will fight us just to get the needle in us.
I see one needle, sharper then the rest, in the hands of the guy.
He walks up to me, slowly.
I move back, and a guard grabs me.
I scream, and the needle is stabbed into my skin,
My thin skin,
My skin that hurts to the touch.
I cry out in pain,
And then it's done.
They grab me forcefully,
And lead me back to my cell.
I see my child, my limp and skinny child, on the floor in the cell.
I begin to cry,
But I'm only am pushed along faster.
They throw me back in, and I reach for my child.
She's crying, and I cry, and we sit there,
Together.
We are the only ones for one another.
No one else is our friend.
It's then that I decide,
It's time to escape.
3 Weeks later....
It was a still and silent night. Snow slowly fell onto the already deep blanket of whiteness. The only sound that could be heard was the motion of the cameras, and my heavy breathing.
The right moment came, when none of the cameras were looking in our direction. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, I took a run for it. If I didn't make it to the end of the hall fast enough, we'd be seen.
The child in my arms began to whimper, and I tried to quite her down. It was too late though, a camera heard the noise, and turned in our direction. We were busted.
The alarm began blaring in my ears, and the child began to cry un-controllably. Furious with having been spotted, I growled loudly, and took off, running as fast as I could to the door. Guards made their way towards us from each hall, except the one in front of me. They weren't going to catch me, or my child; we were going to escape. I had to escape. I didn't care if only 1 in 600 people who tried to escape managed to escape successfully; we'd be one of them.
Upon reaching the door, I tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. I growled again, and tried pulling, but that didn't work either. Glaring, I looked back behind me. They were gaining on us.
"No way I'm gonna lose," I thought to myself.
Just before a guard grabbed me, I bolted to the left side of the new hall, one that I knew from all my studying would also lead to an exit door. I had studied and planned too much in the last three weeks to lose now. Then, I saw it, right in front of me. The 'Exit' sign glowed a bright green, biding me to come to it. I ran faster than I had even run before, like a deer, to my first taste of freedom.
Without stopping, I slammed my shoulder into the door, and it opened. I faint smile spread across my lips. This was the moment I had been waiting for! I could finally tell the government about this awful and evil place.
Guard dogs began to bark, and I realized then, that they were right in front of us, blocking our freedom, being held back only by their cages. The huge dogs bared their teeth, shiny, white and sharp. Once cute puppies could be turned evil here.
The child screamed, and began to cry again. I looked all around, but saw no escape. Terrified, I glanced back into the building. The guards were still chasing us of course. Desperate for a way out, I looked around one more time, and to my relief, I saw a gate, leading to open fields. My smile returned, and I lunged at the gate, and it swung open, and I ran into the night.
The guards yelled angrily at me, cursing loudly, and began to shoot at me. It didn't matter any longer if we were alive, just as long as we didn't tell the government. The workers here claimed that the government knew all about this place, but us smart people knew better then that. Was the government this dumb?
I ran for hours, wishing I could quite my daughter. I stopped at some points, trying to calm her down, and it didn't work, until you could vaguely hear the guards in the distance. We were losing them. Finally, I started to walk quickly, and the child fell asleep in my arms, sucking her thumb. I smiled down at her.
I didn't want to give her up, but I knew I had no other choice. She was a part of my life, part of my soul. Though she was only a month old, she had been with me for ten months. I couldn't give her up, at least not completely. There was no other way though, her life was in danger, since mine was. I had to give her up, and now; even though it was the dead of winter.
We were supposed to stay at the lab for as long as we were needed, or until we died. But who, I often wondered, wouldn't at least think of escaping? It was too risky to be there, for all of us to be there. I'd prefer to live in the streets, then be poked and scratched constantly, just to solve a mystery with a disease. Why didn't they do their experiments on themselves, see how they liked it? Of course though, who would be that dumb? That's why they choose people like us, to be their slaves, models, resources. I was tired of being treated like a dog's old and worn out chew toy, it was time for a better life; the life I had always dreamed of ever since I was a little girl. The life that my child needed. That's why we had run away. Why we weren't sick yet, I didn't know. Maybe we were sick, or would be sick. I didn't know.
As I walked quickly through the snow, I saw a house in the distance. Its lights were on, even though the day wasn't young any longer. It looked warm and safe enough to me. I looked down at my sleeping child, her small thumb in her small mouth, her blue eyes closed. Water began to fall on her blanket and her face, and her eyes fluttered open. It was then that I realized, that the water was my own tears.
I walked up to the home's porch, cautiously, and looked down at my daughter again. Hugging her, I sniffled, and set her down in the basket from the lab, complete with notes on how to take care of her. Then, I knocked on the door.
"Who could be here at this hour?" I heard a young women ask.
Steps could be heard, as someone made their way up to the front door. I glanced at my daughter, for the last time.
"Good-bye, I love you," I whispered.
Before the door opened, I ran off. Maybe someday, I could see her again.
That was only the introduction. Don't worry, Sonic will be mentioned in the next chapter! Please review!