Chapter One: The Accident

Welcome to the re-revised version of Misery. Anyone familiar with movies will easily recognize this as Stephen King's Misery. Sure, it's not original, but I've always wanted to see a sequel to it, and I know it'll never happen so that's why I've done these. The first time I uploaded these, large chunks of a few chapters were italicized for no reason and one or two of them were entirely underlined. If that happens again, it was probably part of the uploading process. I am stuck using Windows 98 after all. I'm also keeping these in their original lengths with the exception of two of the chapters, which I merged together because one was really short. I hope you enjoy.

Sonic had been coming to the Silver Springs hotel for the last 7 years. After the war with Robotnik had ended, he needed to do more than just sit around the house or go out on patrol, something of which became pointless as time went on. The danger of Robotnik attacking was slim to none since Sonic and the other Freedom Fighters had finally beaten him for good years ago, something which none of them ever thought they'd be able to do. Still, Sonic managed to come up with a way to keep himself occupied. He began writing a series of novels, and a very successful series it was.

He took it up just after the war ended and the disbanding of the Freedom Fighters as a way to occupy his time. One day, Sally came across some of his work and, after the initial 'that's private' argument, he reluctantly agreed to let her read it. When she finished it, she told him he should consider trying to get it published or at least looked at. It took a little encouragement on her part, but he sent it out to several publishing companies and the rest was history. His first book in the series, 'Misery Chastain', had sold over 1 million copies, providing enough money to keep Sonic and Sally living comfortably. They had given some of their money to charity as well as friends. They even gave Tails enough to refurnish his Lab and upgrade most of his equipment.

The first novel of his had been written at home but, the final draft and clean up had been done at a cabin in the mountains he rented. It wasn't that Sally bothered him or that he kept getting distracted, far from it. He enjoyed her company and welcomed the criticism she offered. It was just one of those, 'writers quirks' as he put it.

This time, Sonic had just finished not one, but two books. One being the final entry of the Misery series, and the second was a project that was completely different from what he had written before. He decided to take his next one in a different direction and see what the public's opinion of his writing abilities were, wondering if they would still accept him as an author that could have success without a powerhouse franchise behind him and prove he wasn't just a one-trick pony.

His last hours before checkout had flown by pretty fast. He had not only finished the final Misery book, but had also finished his other work, which was loosely based on his upbringing in an orphanage. "I wish I could come up with a title for you." Sonic said to his untitled book. He looked at the clock and realized that it was almost time to check out. "Better start packing." he said to himself. Sonic quickly packed his things and placed them into the car he always drove, a slightly worn yet loved powder blue sports car. Sally never liked the idea of him going to the mountains at this time of year but there was no changing his mind.

Sonic paid for his room and had one final item on his to-do list: call Sally. The owner had a bare-bones set-up, which meant no phones, TV or electronics in the cabins. You could rent a TV for cheap if you wanted one, but it was a honeymoon retreat. For Sonic, it meant that he wouldn't have any distractions or be bothered by anyone. Of course, Sonic had made an exception to that rule when it came to Sally and Tails. He found a payphone in the lobby which was off to the side and private and dialed the number to the house he and Sally had been sharing since moving in together a few years ago. The phone rang for a few second's before Sally answered.

"Hello?" Sally said.

"Hi Sally, it's me." Sonic said. "I've got a surprise for you." he said in a slight sing-song tone.

"Really? And that is?" She asked, knowing these phone calls only meant one thing but she played along with it.

"I'm gonna be heading out in a little while." He said.

He couldn't see her, but he knew she was smiling. "Really? I didn't think you would finish both of them so soon. When do you think you'll be home?" she asked eagerly.

"Probably tonight, early tomorrow morning at the most." Sonic told her.

"It'd be faster if you just ran back here instead of taking that car every year." Sally said.

"I know. But there's just... something about it that I enjoy. Plus it gives me some time to think, you know." Sonic told her.

"Okay. I just hope you'll be careful on your way back, Sonic." Sally told him.

"I will. I love you, Sally." Sonic told her.

"I love you too." Sally said, hanging up her end of the phone.

Sonic hung up his end and walked out to his car. Good thing Tails is there to keep her company. I don't know what I'd do without him. Sonic thought to himself. Tails would stay with Sally when he left as a way to keep her company. She hated to be alone and even though he called her at least once a day to keep her up-to-date on how his work was progressing, she really had no one to talk to. Tails was more than happy to help, since Sonic was his best friend and, it gave him someone to talk to as well instead of being cooped up in his lab 24/7.

Sonic, finally packed and ready to go was just about to get in his car when he noticed the sky had changed. The sun was gone, replaced with dark clouds. "Man, that can't be good. Better get outta here while I still can." he said. Before he climbed into the car, he reached down and gathered up a handful of snow and molded it into a ball and threw it at a tree just off to the side of the cabin he had been staying in. He threw it and it landed smack in the middle and he grinned. "Still got it." he said as he climbed in, started the car and headed for home.

He flicked the radio on to the only station that could be picked up in the mountains, an oldies station. Blue was never a big fan of oldies but since it was the only thing the car would pick up until he was able to receive other stations, he left it there.

He looked over to the passenger seat and realized he forgot to close up the satchel that held his two newly completed works and reached over and snapped it closed. The snow was falling fiercely now, making driving conditions almost impossible the further he drove down the mountain.

The road had all but disappeared at this point and he was driving on pure instinct. He could barely see more than fifteen feet in front of him and everything was a sheet of white. The wipers were working overtime, clearing snow as it fell on the windshield just as fast as it could build up. This is bad. he thought as he turned a corner blindly. Fortunately there were no other cars on the road from what he could tell which was a miracle on his part. Maybe I should pull over. he thought, but he couldn't even tell where 'over' was at this point. To make matters even worse, the car was getting harder to handle as the tires began to spin intermittently.

This is getting ridi- "Shit!" He exclaimed as he saw something run in front of his car. Sonic panicked and slammed his foot down on the brake pedal which caused the tires to lock up. As the car slid over the ice and snow, his body was thrown forward as the front bumper came into contact with a guard rail on the side of the road, causing his small sixty pound frame to lurch forward, almost slamming into the steering wheel, but fortunately the seatbelt he was wearing prevented that from happening.

Unfortunately, the guard rail did little to stop the car and it broke through. Luckily it wasn't a sheer drop, but a steep hill. As the car rolled on it's side, Sonic's body bounced around inside the vehicle as it tumbled downward, his head banging around off the ceiling and steering wheel like a ping pong ball, glass shattering and causing various cuts to his face.

It was all over in less than twenty seconds and the car finally came to rest at the bottom of the slope, landing upside down on the car's crushed roof. His head was pounding and his vision was fuzzy from his head banging into everything and he was starting to lose consciousness. Need... to... he thought as his eyes began to grow heavy. "Sally... Sally..." he called out weakly. That was his last clear memory he had before he slipped into unconsciousness.

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