"Doctor Eggman!" Tails exclaims as the aircraft lowers enough so that we can see the tiny image of a fat, bald freak with some freakishly huge ginger mustache. His aircraft looks like the other half of some robot toy I used to have as a kid. It has long, silver arms and an egg-shaped body. The top half of the body is a glass dome that is opened so that Eggman can converse with us. That bitch. Like we're really supposed to care about the shit that comes from his mouth.
I begin to panic, fearing that he will try to kidnap me again. "How the hell did he find us?" I exclaim with worry.
Amy's got her hammer ready, but not so that she could hit me this time. Tails has his fists up, but I feel that he's too nice to hurt anyone. As for me, I'm retreating towards the back of the cave. No way in hell am I going back there.
"Hello, Tails, Amy," Dr. Eggman greets them in a sinister tone. "I believe you have something of mine."
No, you have something of mine. Get it right.
I shrink to the ground and cover my head. Don't see me back here. Don't see me back here.
I'm hoping that I'm far enough in the back to not notice where I am.
But, alas, my attempts are futile; his robot extends one of its arms out to grab me. Shit.
Although Amy absolutely hates me, she goes to attack the robot with her hammer—which is kind of hard, considering that the robot is hovering a few feet off of the ground, and also considering that her attacks aren't working. While Eggman's distracted by Amy's failure to beat the shit out of his robot, Tails flies over to me and tries to lift one of the large fingers of the robot's hand. It's not working, and it feels like this damn thing is trying to suffocate me or something. I let out a shriek of pain.
Eggman's no longer entertained by Amy, and he notices that Tails is trying to set me free, so he uses the robot's other hand to swat Tails to the ground. "Tails!" I cry. If you're gonna hurt me, at least try not to hurt my friends.
After that, Eggman taunts, "How cute. Friendship. Well, it's time for me to go. Sayonara, suckers! Ohohohohoho!"
The robot flies off.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
-x-
As we're flying over the ocean, I'm trying to struggle free. Yet with each struggle, the metal hand squeezes me more tightly, and a surge of pain shoots up my body. My breathing is heavy. My time is limited.
I manage to stagger the words, "The hell...do you want...with me...any...way?"
I pant a few times to keep myself alive. This metal death trap is crushing my lungs.
"That flute's been lost for centuries," he vaguely explains. "It obviously found you, out of all people, for a reason."
The robot slightly loosens its grasp on me—enough so that I can breathe, but not so much as to allow me to fall into the ocean. I don't want to go back to near-suffocation again, so I decide to lay off the struggling this time around. Instead, I ask him, "At least tell me where you're taking me."
"You figure it out," is all he tells me.
I repeat: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
-x-
Eggman lands his robot in the middle of a glade on a fairly-small island that must be half the size of the island that Mystic Ruin's located on. I look around and think to myself, I've been here before. Shadow used that Chaos Control thing to bring us here when he saved me yesterday.
Shadow. The black quills. The red streaks. The sullen voice. I remember it all so clearly. But he's not here, which sucks because I'm being held hostage...again.
On the bright side, I can easily say that one week of living in Station Square has been more interesting than seventeen years at home.
There's a rustling sound coming from nearby. Eggman's distracted, and the robot begins to loosen its grasp on me a little more. I feel like I'm slipping. At first, fear surges through my body. Then, I realize something: Why am I panicking? This could easily be my ticket to freedom.
I move my arms in a sort of alternating up-down motion to help speed up the slipping process. Before I know it, I'm crouched down on the ground, with my hands dug into the soil and my head staring up at the metal hand. I begin to tip-toe away, but Eggman notices me, and I'm forced to resort to running.
After a few feet, I turn my head to see what's going on behind me. Eggman's close—really close. I then focus my eyes on the path in front of me, and I see a tree just about three yards ahead of me.
A tree! Why the hell am I running if I'm a much better climber?
Right as Eggman's arm is about to grab me, I make a long jump for the tree. I grab onto one of the weaker branches, but still manage to use it to help me climb up to a sturdier branch. As I ascend to the top, I begin to plan my next move. Then it's off to the next tree, and the next tree, and the next tree after that. Eggman's still on my tail, but he's much farther behind this time. (Okay, so not that much farther behind...but I still actually have a chance to be free this time.)
I'm feeling prideful and confident, when my foot suddenly slips on a wet branch. (To be honest, I don't think that branch was covered with rainwater...Ew.) I begin to fall to the ground. Right as I hit the fertile soil, the ground crumbles, and I fall into a hole. My back hits the floor of the pit, and now it hurts like hell. On the bright side (yes, there's actually a bright side), Eggman's robot seems to have lost track of me, as it just hovered over the pit without acknowledging that I'm here.
Being stuck in a hole, though, is probably just as sucky as being kidnapped by Eggman. In both instances, you don't go anywhere. I mean, I can't climb out of this hole. There are no rocks protruding from the sides, and the walls are too soft to grab as it is. If I try to dig my hands into the walls, the entire pit could come crashing down on me, and I could be buried alive.
On second thought, I'd rather be kidnapped by Eggman.
