The woman carried Chris on her shoulder like a bag, guns holstered in place while here glock was in the left, and a rope in her right. Chris was bounded and gagged by rope and a red substance all around the front of his body. The female just walked, humming a song to herself and occasionaly petting the small childs leg.

'I turn to the door, that some how exploded in my face, and what do I see? A gun-weilding woman gone crazy, and had her face hovering over my head! Then a zombie charges at us and she blows it's head off AFTER it was 1 ft away from my face and got brains all over me.' The child thought glumly as the woman jumped on different parts of the broken sidewalk. 'Then, before i could ask she takes my stuff and ties me up. I should have left when I had the chance.'

The boy struggled against the coils of the rope as the woman bounced him up and down like a toy. It was very uncomfable as his intestions were smushed up her shoulder blade with each bounce. At least she had placed the scarf around the childs neck.

As dawn came, the boy was suddenly dropped off painfully onto the rocky ground. All the sound made was immediatly muffled. His eyes shut tightly as though they were too snap at any moment, but finnaly creeped open, to see his captor. Just a dark blur with a dark murky waterfall around the sky, It seemed like a sigh of the end. (1)

"You comfy cutie?" She asked in the most teasing tone.

Are you CRAZY chick! Comfy? You slammed me onto the cold, hard, and rocky ground. Oh and, newsflash I'M COVERED IN BRIANS AND BLOOD AND TIED UP WITH YOU BLOWING A HOLE IN MY HOUSE! The boy struggled in his bounds, fire in his eyes, as he looked up to the woman, screaming incoherent words of anger. He twisted his body so violently, it seeed inhuman. The girl just smiled down at him.

"Your kinda cute for a syanide." ...'Did she call me a SUICIDE PILL! "That means that if someone bits or kiss you," She leaned in close with her chest onto of his, restricting his breathing slightly. "They could just die." "ENVY!" A loud and gruff voice shouted. The girl quickly got off the boy, so she could ram into the chest of a chisled and large male something. It was a caucasan male with black short hair and purple eyes with feathers on each arms, and a green beak.

"What the heck it THAT?" He said, jerking his head towards the young boy. "Oh! Well, a cat's gotta have a snack too, right little mouse?" The yound captor said, turnig her head towards the boys direction.

Chris's P.O.V

What! WHAT! Do I look like a pet to you lady! I'm a freaking human being that can understand what your saying! Oh, dear god, what's going to happen now?

I can only watch that girl pick me up into a hug. I don't let my mom squeeze my head on he chest, I could never breath. Just the thought made me tear up. I think she got the message, because she let go and looked towards me. At least i can tell she's sorry.

"Aww, you okay little guy?" Just stop it! She's not even acting like you care. I try ti get away, but then something hard and heavy hits the back of my head. The last things I hear is a deep sigh and a lot of demolition noses and a high scream to kick it off. I kept trying to stay awake but then, some giant thing came flyng past us.

Welcome home little devil. Tea and scones?

I hate that voice so much right now.

~~~~4 weeks ago~~~~

The young boy drempt about that day. His family and friends were there to say good bye. Sonic was last, the hero, the savior, Christapher Thorndyke's best friend.
He showed the boy to enjoy life, made him braver, and about friendship. Sonic saved his life several tomes and strenghtened the bond, but it was Chris that started it. Ever since the young boy risked his own well-being, he save the blue blur from a watery grave.

The boy took care of him, and his growing friends, even going to great lenghts as to nearly fall to his death, drown, and nearly killed several times for his Mobian friends. Never thinking of himself, or his own life. Now here they are, looking their best, their finnle talk, the last time they saw each other again.

"Sonic, thank you forevery thing you've done for us." Chris said as he held his hand out towards the shorter blue hero. Hesitantly, he took it and shook, no a word was said, but just a nod was all that was needed.

"Farwell, Sonic." "Thank you!" "Don't forget about table manners!" They all cheered to the creature who was a few feet from the portal , but one was; "Don't forget us!" and he suddenly froze. Only Chris noticed this, no one else.

"Sonic," His voice had brought him from his trance, he slowly turned to see Chris smiling, ever so sweetly towards him. "It's time to home, where you belong." The smile went away as Sonic's eyes grew larger. "Sonic, my boy, what's wrong?" Asked Chuck, he got an answer. Sonic lowered his eyes towards the ground, and walked awayfrom the portal, towards his friend, who looked as shocked as he was a few seconds ago.

"S-sonic! what's wrong?" The child asked as the hedgehog was a yard away from the portal. "Chris," He said, caoturing everyone's attention but his oice was small and sad, not cocky, strong, or confident, more lke scared. "I can't.."

... "What?"

"I can't leave, I-, I want to stay, with you, my friend."