Chapter 4 - Hell Continued
Well, here I am again...broken on the floor...and no one to hear me cry. Blood still pouring out from my nose, mouth, and face. God, I hate those bullies. Why can't they just leave me alone? This is my hell...my nightmare...and I am sick of living it. But I can't think about this now. I have a mission to tackle. Heading out, even in my condition, it was time face Robotnik in person this time. I found him, seconds later it seemed, examining a trap that he placed out for me. Catching him off guard, I reversed his trap, aiming it at him, sending him off into the distance.
Another day, another trap released. Returning to my...what used to be workshop, I walked, cautiously around the premises, carefully not to draw attention to my already battered self. I surveyed the area, looking for...the bullies. Seeing that the coast was clear, I entered my burned out workshop. I began sifting through the rubble, continuing to piece things together. But nothing I found was salvageable. Seeing the blood on the walls, I can't be here anymore. This place is full of hate and bad memories. It is time for me to move on. Setting explosive charges around, as quickly as possible to avoid detection, I quickly evacuated the area. A few minutes after my departure, the sound of the explosions hit my ears. That's it. I lost my home. I lost my workshop...I lost...my passion...I...lost my...desire.
I walked along this empty street, my heart broken, thrown into a blender, with broken dreams left to pang on my head, trying to find a new place to call home. With night coming, I decided to seek out some shelter. Not even near the city limit of Robotropolis, I decided that it would be best to continue on tomorrow. Finding an old rundown, rusted over dumpster, rotting with food left neglected, I hunkered down for the chilly night. I let my thoughts play out in my head again...my living hell...hell continued. If I was only there...when my parent's screamed...if those bullies would not have found me...if...if...if.
Awaking the next morning, I found myself sprawled over the decaying garbage. Flies hovered around me like I was an open buffet, getting into my fur, probably doing gross things in it. As I stepped out of the dark alley, I found myself looking around, looking for any signs of life. Sigh...there is nothing here...just more rubble, wasting away. I continued walking towards what I was hoping was away from Robotropolis, when I heard some quiet scampering noises coming from another alley. Before I knew it, my worst fear appeared before me...the bully gang. I wonder what they want this time...
"Hey kid...hows the face?" Oh great, more sarcasm.
Now bolting towards me, I ran away...faster and faster. I began flying, hoping they could not catch me. I felt free. I could finally escape these bastards who liked to pick on me. I was free of them...or so I thought.
I felt a sharp pain piercing my lower leg. I looked down to see blood spewing out of a hole. I felt another sharp pain, jarring all thoughts from me, as I looked over at the second pain's location...only to see blood pouring out of my shoulder. Bone creaking and grinding as I started staggering in the air. Then a third sharp pain, this time from one of my tails. Unable to rotate it any longer, I began falling out of the sky, an orange fur ball missile. Meeting the ground with incredible force, I am shocked I am still conscience. Unable to move any longer, due to the gaping hole in my leg, only to see a small shiny thing reflecting from the wound...a bullet most likely...they...they shot me. I heard trampling, they were coming for me. I looked away, feeling the vibrations in the ground closing in on me. A steel-toed boot found my back, throwing me several feet across the alley. Fists flying at me from every direction, making contact with already beaten and battered flesh, again old wounds opening. Damn, when can I catch a break? Again, here I lie, taking the beating, the same beatings I've been taking all my life. The kicking and the punching continued. They only stopped when they got bored. Finally, they stopped. They ran away, and now here I remain, yet again, broken...and...alone.
I tried to crawl away, but every time I made a small move, my body would convulse with pain, running up and down my spine. Blood fell from my mouth. I crawled and crawled. Finally, I was able to make it...taking the entire day. By nightfall, I made it to the outskirts of Robotropolis. I can see greenery. I haven't seen anything this green since my father...NO...I can't go there.
Finding a small bush on the side of the road, I crawled inside it for warmth. Since one of my tails is out of commission, I am going to have a cold night, alone again, in a new world, the wild. Trying my best, I huddled down in the bush for the night, listening to the new sounds, the sounds of nature whispering in my ear.