Twelve years, we've been suffering for twelve years since the Rebellion won against the government. How could we be so stupid? We let them take over, it's our fault.… But why are we still blaming it on them?

I paced back and forth in my room, stress blatantly etched on my face as my brows were furrowed and a slight grimace formed by my lips. My train of thoughts were practically roaring in my head, almost piercing through the silence of my room. I was filled with anguish at the time, my decision of reminiscing hadn't done me much good since my thoughts were fueled by hate right now.

"Now they're up there, ordering people around. They said that they'd take care of everyone, they said that they'd find a solution to poverty, pollution, and other worldwide problems that need miracles to actually solve them. They lied of course, but how else were they going to get past us? Bribery? Direct confrontation? Doing what Eggman did?"A side of me wondered aloud cynically; the cynical side dwelling within my mind often criticized everything. I absolutely abhorred it, but at most times I do find myself agreeing with this part of me.

"They knew we were gullible, and that's where they took advantage." This part of me often tried to reason with the cynic, although it doesn't always work out.

"Smart sons of bitches."

"Hell they even held up HIS body like a trophy after successfully taking over. HIS body that was ruthlessly battered after HE tried to stop them." At this rate, I was already filled with an ignited rage I'd felt twelve years ago. It seems that I hadn't cooled down yet since... the incident.

Still it was kind of cruel to think about.. Actually they were cruel, it just saddens me to remember those memories. In a way, I did feel a great amount of pity for myself. I felt like I was never going to get healed at all; healed from the misery they've caused me during those twelve years, starting with them beating up my hero. It was really hard for me to cope with the brutality of the new government.

"Shit," I cussed under my breath, taking a seat on a wooden chair just beside a table and slumped my back onto it.

I was thinking too much again. Well, as if it doesn't happen ever so often. Still, this is rather obsessive. I need to stop thinking for a while I suppose, who knows it might do me good for once. Relaxing for a bit should be okay right?

"Amy!" I heard a familiar high-pitched voice called me by my name followed with loud thuds echoing in the hall. I sighed and stood back up then opened the door to her.

"Yes, private? What is it?" I addressed her formally with an inviting tone.

Cream panted, and gave me a salute despite her weariness.

"I- uh! Sorry, I meant to call you Major sir- a ah I mean ma'am Major Rose ma'am." She stuttered.

I gave her a reassuring smile, "It's fine. What did you want to tell me?"

Cream looked up at me and gulped.

"A group of twelve prisoners were caught escaping, most of team delta who were assigned to guard the borders died trying to successfully capture them. Fortunately, they were captured, but the casualties were irreparable, general." She reported, her hand raised in a salute and her expression hinted her struggle.

My spirits dampened, as if they couldn't get any lower.

"Name the twelve prisoners, starting with their leader."

"Uhm, ma'am.…" Cream paused nervously, biting her lip, before uttering the first name.

"It's prisoner 0291, Sonic the Hedgehog."

Hey guys! So uh, I'm sure that this prologue kind of... confused you, but hey! Don't worry! It'll slowly explain itself as the story continues. Probably.

I hope you guys enjoyed this small prologue, whoever you guys are. Also, for those who are confused, I made her inner monologue and thoughts as separate matters entirely. So, if you didn't like it, I'm sorry but that's just how I write. Feel free to give me some tips. I'm fine with constructive criticism as long as it doesn't turn to pure hate for my story. Haha, at least have a little mercy, yea?

Have a good one.