It Begins...

Jonathan fiddled with his pen nervously as he watched the aging Mobian pull a book from the shelf. Jonathan was sent to interview two Great War II survivors as his assignment. He was a interviewer, but he was nervous about this one. Being a human, this was his first time ever interviewing Mobians. He had nothing against them, but he wasn't sure how to approach one who survived being experimented on as a child; he didn't want to say anything to offend him. Actually, he had to be honest; he was a bit afraid of Mobians, especially hedgehogs. He had a bad experience with a Mobian hedgehog as a child, but he was trying to push that behind.

Jonathan found himself sitting up straighter when the Mobian returned to his chair. Jonathan estimated that this Mobian-a hedgehog-was an elder. It was hard to tell exactly how old he was, considering that humans age faster than Mobians. He remembered when he first arrived here, his first thoughts when he first saw the hedgehog. He still looks young, but he could say otherwise.

The hedgehog sat down, opened the book and started to flip through it. As this went on, Jonathan couldn't help but to watch him intently with interest. The hedgehog was around his height; dark brown muzzle, dark blue fur, a white streak of fur went down his upper quill, but it was off to the right; it was a symbol of old age. Emerald green eyes, wore red and white running shoes with a gold buckle, and wore white gloves with a bit of the fingers cut off. He could even see a fang poking out of the hedgehog's mouth, intimidating him a bit more.

The hedgehog suddenly grinned as he pulled out an old picture from the book and presented it to Jonathan.

"That was us when we were younger," he said in a soft, yet deep and baritone voice. Jonathan took the picture into his hands and studied it carefully. The picture was in color, despite its old age, but the colors were dull and fading. He saw two hedgehogs in the picture, both male, and looked to be around six or seven. One of them looked very identical to the hedgehog he was speaking with; blue fur, green eyes, white gloves and red and white shoes. However, this hedgehog's fur was lighter, and his muzzle was a peach color. The hedgehog next to him was very identical to the first one, but the other one wore a black vest and black boots. They both had their arms around the other's shoulder, smiling at the camera.

"Is this your brother?" Jonathan asked politely, pointing at the other hedgehog.

"Yes," the other replied. "That's Scourge."

"You two looked exactly the same...Could you parents tell you apart?" The Mobian released a hearty chuckle.

"My dad couldn't," he said, looking down at the book. "Our mom could, though. I remember a time when she told us how even the doctors and nurses couldn't tell us apart when we were born. They even had our birth certificates mixed up at one point."

"How is Scourge?" Jonathan suddenly grimaced. "I-if you don't mind me asking..."

"He's fine," The Mobian then turned around and glanced at the door on the other end of the room. It was slightly ajar, and sunlight could be seen coming from inside. "He's recovered greatly after what happened. We're still close, even after all of these years..." Jonathan fiddled with his pen a bit more, clicking it three times.

"You know, Sonic," he said softly. "You don't have to do this. We can always-"

"I already agreed to this, hadn't I?" the Mobian, who is indeed called Sonic, growled slightly, making Jonathan wince a bit. But then Sonic smiled, making Jonathan feel a little bit better. "'Sides, I want people to know what we went through in order to prevent something like that from happening again. Children are innocent, and there's no reason why they should be put through torture like what we went through." Jonathan nodded firmly before taking out his tape recorder and turning it on.

"Start where ever you feel comfortable," Jonathan said gently. "There's no rush. And if there's anything that's too personal for you to share or if you don't want certain things recorded, please let me know." Sonic nodded.

"I will," The cobalt anthro took a cup of coffee from the table and took a sip. "I'll start from the beginning, from when we first left. My dad was away at war, and we were left with our mom. When we heard that the Dark Legion were planning to invade our city, we quickly packed up and left...I remember that long train ride..."

. . .

I held my mom's hand tightly as I watched the countryside whiz pass the train's window. I looked over at my twin brother, Scourge; he looked just as scared as I was, but he tried to act like he was brave. Scourge, my twin brother, he was everything to me. We were the same height, same weight, same everything. The only way you could tell us apart is that Scourge wears a black vest and boots, while I just wear white gloves and red and white shoes. Mom was blue like us, but she had lighter green eyes and some blonde hair on her head.

We weren't the only ones on the train; there were a lot of families and kids like us on the train. Many were without fathers and grandfathers. It was mostly woman and children. Hedgehogs, mongooses, echidnas, foxes...So many species all in one place. It was so strange...Why did this have to happen?

My brother came closer to me and held my hand. I looked over at him and smiled, but it was a shaky smile. He returned my smile, but then Scourge suddenly looked up at mom and tugged at her dress.

"Mama," he said softly "where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe," mom replied tenderly, petting both of our heads.

"Is daddy coming too?" I asked curiously. Mom's eyes suddenly became glazed, as if she was holding back tears. But then she looked down at us and smiled again.

"Daddy will be back soon," she whispered. For some odd reason, I wasn't convinced, and neither was Scourge. But we took our mom's word for it anyway.

I forgot how long we've been on the train; I love count after the second day. We were hungry, thirsty, and scared. Mom let us interact and play with the other kids occasionally; there was a lot of room on the train for us to play. But now we haven't been able to play as of late. Mom, as well as the other parents, have been getting very uneasy for some reason. They won't let their kids play, and keep them near them at all times. Scourge and I couldn't understand why, but at least we could play with each other.

Suddenly, the train whistled and the train's break screeched as it came to a halt. Mom clasped our hands even tighter as the train got slower and slower, and eventually stopped. There was a lot of murmuring, whispering, and the occasional cry of a child all around us. And then the doors opened and people shouted at us, ordering us out of the train. We followed mom very closely as we exited the train and went into the crowd of humans and Mobians. We were heading towards a gate into the city we were supposed to be residing in. The gate was just ahead of us; mom was hurrying towards it, and my brother and I almost had to jog after her.

We were almost at the gate when mom was suddenly stopped by a rugged looking echidna. He was red like all other echidnas, but he had a patch over his eye, had a large scar on his muzzle, and wore brown pants and sandals. We don't know what they were saying at first, but then he suddenly looked down at us, and then at our mom and asked quickly "are they twins?" Mom looked down at us, and then back at the echidna and slowly nodded.

"Is...is that good?" she asked quietly. The echidna nodded slowly, and then he suddenly shouted "twins!" repeatedly. After that, everything became a whir. Mom asked what was going on, but the echidna ignored her. It was moments later when my brother and I were grabbed and dragged away from mom. Mm screamed and wailed and reached out for us, but she was held back by other echidnas. Scourge and I cried and tried to go back to our mother, but whoever was taking us away was clearly stronger. We didn't stand a chance.

Our cries were ignored, and we struggled for nothing. Soon, we could no longer see our mom, but we could faintly hear her cries until they suddenly stopped. My stomached tied into a knot as Scourge and I were forced into an army truck filled with other kids like us. Scourge was still trying to fight the people who dragged us, but he was ignored and pushed into the truck. I attempted to calm him down, but he wouldn't hear me. And then, the truck drove off, and we never saw mom again.

That's when our hell started...

End Notes: So people won't get confused here, I'm basing this off of what a Nazi doctor did to children during World War II, and I'm also adding elements from a Vocaloid song that's also a story called "Kagome Kagome." This explains the prologue.

Now then, updating this might not be as quick, since I want the chapter to be a bit long, but don't quote me on that. Anyway, I won't go into what I usually say, but I will say that I do not want flames; if you don't have anything nice to say about this, don't even review (review if you WANT to, not because I told you to). However, I accept criticism. That is all.

Thanks for reading guys! Se ya next time! And God bless! :D