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Into The Darkness

Chapter Four-Eyes

Roxanne sat on the floor and began to rock back and forth. She was now panic-stricken, and because of it, her breathing became erratic. Tears formed in her eyes. Not from crying, well, she might have been, she didn't know, but the tears just fell. She spun around and looked around the room and saw no windows. She crawled, stood up, and jogged in the bathroom. She looked around and saw no windows. She heard mechanical noises softly in the distance. She raised her left hand to her mouth chew her index finger nail. Her eyes darted around at every little sound she heard.

Her heart stopped beating when she heard the steel doors open, as well as her breathing. Her now voluminous icy eyes stared out the doorway in the bathroom. When she heard mechanical gears, she tip toed slowly into the bathtub, pulling the pale pink curtain shut. She delicately lowered herself in the tub, and laid down in it. Her breathing, quiet and almost still. The noises crept closer to the bathroom and she closed her eyes tightly, as to heighten the senses of her hearing. The noises came into the bathroom doorway. Her eyes snapped open as the noises stopped. She raised her hands to her mouth to cover it, to stop the sound of her breathing.

The curtain slowly was pulled open. She looked up with extreme angst in her eyes. Once again, she became silent as the dead. She stared at the blocky robotic red and black arms that were sticking out over the rim of the tub. Roxanne couldn't see the body of the robot. She gasped quietly and girlishly as the head of robot peered over the tub and stared down at her. Its cream colored rectangular head had big black camera eyes surrounded by a black came close to her face as its neck elongated to stare at her. It said in its almost cute robotic voice, "You are to come with me." Despite the cliché cute robotic tone, the words frightened Roxanne. She sat up and looked at the robot. The rather cute robot had a rectangular cream colored chest, with a much thinner base leading to another, much wider cream base. She stood up in the tub and stepped out, not once taking her eyes off the small robot; the top of the robot's head just barely reached her chest. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

She ran. Never did she run so fast. Out the open doorway, through the bedroom, through the open steel doors, out into the mysterious beyond. What was behind those open doors, Roxanne didn't quite know. She looked around as she ran, for windows, for doors, for an escape. She huffed and puffed as she ran. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe she should have stayed and followed the robot.

Now the robot nor her were no where to be found. Nor were any form of escape. Nor where any clues of where exactly she was. She stopped running minutes ago, and now just crept. Every noise she heard made her stomach turn and made her freeze. The electric smell filled the air, distant humming sounds were heard and clicking noises were heard of in the distance.

She desperately wished Shadow was there. Or Sonic. Or anyone for that matter. Just as long as they would help her and relieve her of this nightmare yet to come. But what would come? Or who? Now the nagging questions plagued her, yet again; Where am I? Who took me here? What's gonna happen to me? Am I gonna die? Is anyone here? Is there anyone who would help me here? Will I ever see my family and friends again? Is anyone looking for me? Is anyone who would be looking for me nearby?

She gasped lightly as cold metal cuff was tightly grasped around her left forearm. Expecting to see someone standing there, she whipped around to see the little robot. "You are to come with me." She tried to yank her arm out of the small robots grasp. When she failed, she tried to run, (since the robot was so small, she figured she could drag it), not very smart, but then again, she couldn't think of anything else to do under these circumstances. "You are to come with me," it said again. She looked down at the robot and snarled slightly, and then asked stupidly, "Did you bring me here?" The robot looked at her for a second and beeped, then replied, "Negative."

Her and the robot were like this for a moment before she suspected it wasn't going to hurt her. She relaxed her arm slightly, but didn't let her guard down. God, why couldn't I have those guns Shadow gave me? "Who brought me here?" The robot didn't reply. I few seconds later, she asked, "Why am I here?" It didn't reply, instead, it started to move straight ahead, dragging her behind it. "Hey! Where are we going?" It didn't reply. "Where the hell are you taking me?!" "You are to come with me."

She groaned and decided to walk with it. Not like she really had much of a choice, after all; it had a tight grip on her arm. And she was basically at its mercy; it knew things she didn't. She had no choice but to follow it. She had to know why she was here. Why she was stolen in the dark of night. And not to mention how. If she was sleeping and was stirred in her sleep, would she wake? But what if she wasn't stirred? She must have slept through the whole time she was kidnapped. It finally dawned upon her the fact that she was most likely drugged. The horrible agonizing headache she had after waking that lasted hours. Her stomach growled, Well, if I don't get killed, I better get fed.

The robot led her down a hallways filled with steel and maroon pipes, steams leaking out of them, the ceiling was covered by an air vent with a grate floor below them. She didn't say a word to the robot since she yelled at it about 14 minutes ago. She was anxious to know what is going on, but nervous to meet her captor. But somehow this environment seemed eerily familiar to her.

The robot led her into a room (through two doors with no handles). Inside, the room didn't look like the rest of the place she was in (the 'prison' seemed like a factory), this place seemed like…a home. The dark red room had a wooden dining table in the center of the room which had two wooden chairs facing each other on opposite sides of the square table. The robot lead her to the table and released her arm. It said, "Please wait here." She watched as the robot went to the knobless doors and exited, the doors automatically shutting behind it. She stared at the doors, spacing out slightly.

She looked at the table and saw on it was two plates with delicious and well prepared food on it. On each plain white porcelain plates had a grilled steak on it, with mashed potatoes on the side, with a side of green beans. Behind the plates where clear glasses filled with ice and water. Next to that were clear empty wine glasses. Off to the left of the table was a bottle of Merlot wine. Desperate to gorge on the food, despite the fact Roxanne wasn't too crazy about steak, but it is food and nourishment. Even the wine seemed tempting. Assuming that the one of the chairs were for her, she sat down. She looked at the food, but didn't eat it. She didn't even take a sip of the water. She drank a lot of water from the bathroom sink in her 'room.' No one else was in the room with her, but this made her overwrought. She drummed her fingers on the table's edge.

She sat in that room for what seemed an eternity. Her mind was racing with situations that might arise. She thought of numerous scenarios, but most of them included either her being supernaturally heroic or Sonic or Shadow coming to her rescue. She sighed and stopped drumming her fingers. She looked down at her black nails and began to chip the paint off of them, seeing as she could no longer bite them down since she had already done this. She literally jumped in her seat when she heard the electronic doors open and someone stepped inside. She whipped around and saw her captor. She was filled with anger and fear as she whispered more to herself then her captor through gritted teeth, "…you."

In the room, the doors shutting behind him, was a obese man with very high black pants and a red jacket with white and gold decorating it. His eyes hidden behind his black glasses hid their expression. He walked slowly through the room, his hands behind his back, not taking his eyes off of Roxanne, with a sly smirk on his face. His pulled out the chair opposite Roxanne and sat down, staring at her with a little smile on his face.

She felt extremely nervous and uneasy. She didn't take her eyes off of the man in case he had a trick up his sleeve. He just looked at her. That was it. Not a word was said to her by him, he just sat there, staring at her, with a smile on his face, his eyes hidden behind his black circular glasses.

Roxanne was very uncomfortable with the man she hated staring at her. She had no idea what he was thinking, what his plans with her were. She knew since he had the upper-hand, she should keep her mouth shut and wait for him to speak first, but she just couldn't. Her stomach pained her when she figured out why she was there; she thwarted his plan for world domination and he wanted revenge. That was it, it had to be. But she wanted to hear him say it.

"Robotnik, why am I here?" She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him. Okay, not a smart move. Oh well, too late for that shit now. Robotnik chuckled slightly and picked up the bottle of wine and uncorked the bottle. He poured it in his glass and then poured it in her's. "Have drink," was all he said. Roxanne looked at the glass with burgundy liquid in it, then she looked back up at him, suspiciously. He picked up his glass and took a sip. He looked down at her and swished his drink, "It's not poisoned, if thats what you're wondering." She looked down at the glass, One little drink couldn't hurt…could it? She didn't pick up the glass, but stared at it instead. She looked up at the doctor when his irritable voice scolded her, "You should drink it because this is probably the one time I will let you drink." Not wanting to get on the doctor's bad side, she picked up the wine glass and brought it to her face, she sniffed it and slowly took a sip, not taking her eyes off Robotnik. She was waiting for something bad to happen to her, or for him to pull out a gun and blow her away, or for a robot to tear her limb from limb, or… oh her mind was racing.

There was silence for a few minutes as Robotnik gorged on his food. Roxanne slowly ate her's, her senses and nerves on edge. Every little pain she felt, no matter how small, she thought it was some type of poisonous reaction. She was halfway done her food before she realized what she was doing; I am eating with the guy who caused me to die. Fuck, I'm stupid! She put down her food and pushed it away. Robotnik (just finishing his food) looked at her plate, and then to her, "Are you going to eat that?" Roxanne slowly shook her head once, and the fat man picked up her plate and ate the food in less then a minute.

Once Robotnik was done eating, he wiped his face with the no longer white cloth napkin. Roxanne picked up her water taking a sip. She asked again, "Why am I here?" Robotnik smiled again, "Why do you think you're here?" She fingered the ball chain necklace around her neck, "Because I destroyed your base." She decided not to remind him of destroying his plans, so she just spoke of the base. Robotnik chuckled, "Well, you are wrong."

This caught her by surprise. Really? Wait a minute, then why am I here? She honestly couldn't think of any other reason until…wait. "Am I here because I know Sonic?" Robotnik's face went sour at the mention of Sonic's name. He hated the boy. "No." She was even more confused now, "Then why am I here?"

Robotnik wanted to savor the moment, it was precious to him. He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. He swished it slightly and watched the small bubbles reach the top of the alcohol. When he failed to tell her, Roxanne finally reacted. She slammed her hands on the table, shaking everything on it, and stood up. Rasing her voice, she said, "Goddammit, you better tell me why am I here!!" Surprised by her sudden anger, he snapped to look at her. He frowned, then smirked, "Now, now, is it wise to challenge the man who holds your fate in his hands?" He was right. But why did he taunt her so? Why did he not just tell her?

She reluctantly calmed down and slowly sat back down, feeling slightly embarrassed. Robotnik sighed and looked at the girl, swishing around the wine and stared at it, "How would you feel to know that I know who your father is?" Roxanne felt her stomach flip, flop, and jump as her mouth opened slightly. She felt a rush of adrenaline rush through her body as her limbs felt tingly. No, this has to be a trick. She hid her excitement with a look of disbelief. She flipped her quills and hair behind her shoulders and said, "How would you feel to know that I don't really care?" Robotnik didn't expect this, so he frowned, then he put his glass down, "Oh, but I think you do."

Well, of course she did. She spent sixteen years of her life, her whole life without her father. Without knowing her real father. When most kids she knew would talk of their families and how great their dad's were, she didn't have that. That little but huge piece of her life was missing. Her sister knew her father, so she had a father. But not Roxanne, she didn't know her daddy. She recalled when she was younger how she would cry at night and wonder who her father was, why he left, why he never cared to know her.

Everything Roxanne knew was about to change, Does he really know my father? It could be a trick…but what if he really knows… oh god… Roxanne looked at the man and said, "Well, who is he then?" Robotnik smirked and pulled an envelope out of his jacket on the left side. Roxanne stared at the white envelope, wondering what its contents are. He slowly handed her the envelope and she took it from him with a trembling hand. She stared down at it and then looked at him with an expression of distrust, "What's in it for you to tell me this?" Robotik just smiled slightly.

Roxanne's hidden euphoria wasn't so hidden anymore. Robotnik looked at the black hedgehog as she stared at the blank envelope, he could see the vivacity in her eyes. She rubbed it with her thumb as she thought to herself What if it is a trick? But how can I not look? But— Before she could even finish her own thoughts, her fingers worked their way over to the flap of the envelope. She opened it up and her stomach worked itself so hard, she felt like she would throw up. She reached inside and pulled its conents. It was a photograph. She picked it up and turned it rightside up. When she saw what was on it, who was on it, she almost dropped it. Her breathing stopped. Her heart stopped beating. She blinked. She couldn't believe it.

She had seen this picture before. It was a picture of her when she was a baby, but a day old. Her mother was in the picture, and so was her father. Her mother cradled a baby with think black hair in her arms, wrapped in a yellow baby blanket, sound asleep. Marjarie wore faded blue jeans and a white I LOVE NEW YORK shirt (which was not bought in New York, by the way), her long black hair now big and wavy. Her father stood next to her. Roxanne knew this picture; she had the exact copy of it in her photo album, but with her father cut out of it. Her father had thinning red hair, he was starting to bald. His stomach hung over his high pants and he wore clothes that looked like they were bought by his senile grandmother. His red mustache not too big, but bigger than most teens had.

She just stared at the picture. No. She knew exactly who the man was. The man who was her father, the man who left her and her mother alone years ago and never even tried to get into contact with his daughter. And behind the photo, sitting opposite her, he was smiling at her willing sipping from his wine.

Her lip trembled and her fingers shook along with the photo in her hand. She was never filled with such anger, hurt, betrayal, lies, disbelief then she was now. Why didn't her mother tell her, why did she lie? She couldn't believe it, no, she wouldn't believe it. It just can't be true, it can't. She can't… but he was this was the proof she need, it was what she always wanted; a father. But now that she knew…

"This is a trick," she tried to sound apathetic, but her voice cracked and quivered. Tears formed in her eyes and she clutched the familiar photo. She looked close for signs of editing on it, when she found none, she found small scratches and fingerprints. Robotnik looked down at her and smiled, "Bet you weren't expecting that?" She looked up at him and put the photo back in the envelope, regaining her composure, she handed it back to him. He took it from her, not sure what to do or say. She didn't wipe away the tears as she looked at him with hatred in her eyes, she wanted him to see the pain he caused, "Why am I here?" He smiled at her stubbornness and took off his black glasses and looked into her eyes, "To make up for lost time."

Roxanne wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she really care. She was back in her room. She knew who her father was; Ivo Robotnik. But why? Anyone but him. Why…?Why didn't she tell me…? Why did she lie to me? Why did she keep this from me! Roxanne screamed and ran into the pink bathroom. She ran to the sink and splashed her face with water. She rubbed the water from her eyes and looked in the mirror.

She gasped as she stared at it. She looked in her eyes; her light, icy blue eyes. Her only feature that wasn't comparable to her mother. She stared into her own eyes as tears filled them. She looked at her eyes, the eyes she shared with Robotnik. The eyes that looked in her own when he took his black glasses. Her eyes mirrored his, as his did hers. Her eyes that will be the constant reminder of what was, is, and will be. The lies, the tears, the pain, the hate. The eyes she had grown to hate.

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