I am so so so so so sorry, I promised a quick update and I sadly had things going on at home.

I did want this chapter to be longer but I also wanted to update quickly. So I decided to leave it on this, however next chapter may be my shortest chapter, but probably not, who knows :)

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Every step he took he placed a heavy weight upon himself as he tried to pull away from her, but she held his arm so tight that he felt it go numb. She was practically dragging him down the hallway and all he could do was try to pry her hand off him, even though he was normally stronger than her he just felt so weak, and he was unsure if it was something to do with the emerald this time or his unavoidable growing fear. "Please don't do this" he whimpered, his chest racing for breath. She however remained silent, angered and bitter towards him. So when she pulled him towards the teachers' lounge, he truly did not know what would await him as she pulled open the door and threw him inside, making sure the room was empty before slamming the door behind them both and pulling down the blind.

Now out of anybody's sight, she pushed Sonic away from her, causing the teen to trip on his feet and almost fall to the ground. His bag dropped from his arm and he spun around breathlessly to faced her.

Mistake!

The moment he turned, he felt the hard back of a large book slam across his head. With a sharp cry his whole world started to spin. He was unable to stand still now swaying side to side while his vision blurred out of focus. He hadn't noticed he fell to the floor until the double version of his teacher was stood vertically, walking to what he thought might have been a table and placing the book back down until there was nothing more than darkness and an irritating thumping noise ringing through his ears.

Tails sat back at the desk he now shared with Sonic. Looking at the clock it had been almost ten minutes since Mrs. Winters had taken Sonic away. He wasn't sure where though, probably to Robotnik's office. The whole scene kept running through his mind like it was on replay. The blackness of Sonic's fur, his sudden strength, it all puzzled him so much, and when he had a puzzle on his mind he couldn't sleep until it was solved. The other students were talking about him, not in a good way. Of course Tails wasn't involved in any of their conversations, until Knuckles called out to him.

The young fox looked up at the red echidna who now walked over to him. Some of the kinder students had cleaned up the mess Sonic made but Knuckles didn't hesitate to move a few chairs out of his way despite their efforts. "You've been hanging out with Sonic a lot recently" the red teen stated plainly, though Tails detected the slight bitterness behind his words. He was putting the eight year old on the spot and mostly everyone was looking, hoping they would get some new information to pass around.

"Ugh… yes?" he mumbled, unsure where the conversation was going.

"So care to tell me what's being going on with him lately? Seeing as after all you're such good buddies" he laughed, clearly mocking the child. Tails wasn't really sure how to answer that question, or how to respond in general, so he timidly shrugged his shoulders, "I-I don't know…"

"Oh please, I bet this is all because of you that he's acting weird now. You're probably doing some freaky tests on him without him even realising it" the echidna snapped.

The child's eyes widened worriedly, "What?! No no, I would never do that-"

"Oh yeah" Knuckles scoffed, "Ever since you met Sonic all you wanted to do was run experiments on him. How come now you're suddenly trying to be friends with him after all the times he humiliated you? Especially as that stupid Science exposition is coming up that, hmm let me think, you lost last year."

Bright pink flushed across his white furred mussel, and the smell of sweat filled the fox's nose when he realised how hot he suddenly felt. "H-how did you know about the Science exposition?"

"Simple, I looked online to get ideas for the project and noticed it on the website; your name came up as the first entry."

He now didn't know what to say, his small mouth opened and closed like a fish looking for water, "I-it has n-nothing to do w-with Sonic! I-I just…"

Knuckled placed a large hand into the air and silenced the fox, "Don't bother kid, but if you want to save yourself trouble from me!" he leaned in closely and smiled, showing off his razor like teeth "I'd stay away from Sonic, got it?"

Nodding was the only thing Tails could do, so with a final grin Knuckles pulled away and walked back to his chair, allowing the other students to create their own stories about what had happened, he learned a long time ago how to tune people out. When he sat back down, he watched as the young fox quickly pulled out his personal note pad and start writing things down, clearly trying to distract himself as he looked ready to cry.

A slight tap from the white hedgehog next to him pulled him away from his gaze, "Dude what was that all about?" Silver asked, not understanding the situation. A small growl ripped through the echidna's throat and he glared at the fox, "I don't trust that kid, I think he's up to something" was his answer. Silver took a moment to let his words sink in, looking at the young fox as well who appeared so harmless, "Yeah but I don't see the big deal in it" he mistakenly said as Knuckles looked at him as if it was personal, "Oh, so I suppose you'd be happy to be put on display as an abnormal freak of nature and have loads of old people prod you about and do experiments on you just to see why you can move faster than what some consider normal huh?" he snapped. "I don't think it would come to that Knucks."

"Whatever, Sonic doesn't want to be put on show like a trained animal, and I think Tails might be looking for a little more than friendship." With the way Knuckles spoke, Silver could tell in his voice there was genuine concern, "Why do you care so much?"

Knuckles didn't answer.

Blacking out was bad, but waking up had been worse.

When Sonic eventually had opened his eyes again, the first thing he did was panic. His hands had been bounded together behind his back with duct tape. He realised he was sat on a chair, his legs were taped in place and he was immobile. He screamed, but tape covered his mouth and nothing could be heard outside the room, that didn't stop him from trying. His chest felt heavy while fear and anxiety played havoc on his insides. He turned his head side to side, desperate to get his clear vision back. And eventually he did, but he saw the door was barricaded with one of the file cabinets which meant it no one could walk in.

He pulled against his bondages, an effort in vain; all he achieved was making his chair jump and move more to the left. But with one big pull, he lost all balance and felt the small chair fall backwards. He yelped, but before making contact with the ground two hands reached out and caught him from behind before placing him right. Hyperventilating, Sonic didn't need to look to know who it was, but watched as the black cat walked slow and swiftly around him, her hand never leaving his shoulder until they were facing each other, then her hand raised slowly and brushed against his face as she cupped his cheek. "Comfy?" she smiled sickly, to which the blue hedgehog looked down in shame. Then with laughter she pulled away from him, watching as the boy once again struggled against his bonds.

"I wouldn't bother Sonic, there are plenty of other things you should be more worried about now" he stopped at her words, eyes wide and terrified and he whimpered harshly, ignoring the building tears he wanted so badly to keep inside.

His eyes snapped to her, watching her sway to one of the desks and picking up objects he couldn't see. "You haven't been out long, but long enough for me to figure out what to do with you" her voice sang softly, yet every word cut like a knife. She finally turned and he saw in her hands she held a cigar and a lighter. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he couldn't ask.

His body trembled as he watched her place the cigar between her lips and light the end before blowing a puff of smoke through the air. The sensation of being tied up started to get to him, he felt churning through his stomach and the urge to throw up with abundant. He needed to run, he needed to move, and he was so desperate he was willing to face anything. Was this his punishment? Being restrained? He wanted to ask so badly, he just wanted an answer, or anything.

But she turned to him, and descended upon him with her eyes growing darker and the cigar end growing brighter the more the fire burned upon it. Then he knew being left restrained would have been too good for him.

He shook his head and pleaded silently, every scream and cry being blocked out once again. She kneeled down in front of him, her face close to his. She placed the cigar back into her lips once again, and blew the thick smoke directly into the blue hedgehogs face, causing him to choke whilst struggling against his gag.

She held the cigar in front of him, twirling it between her fingers and getting his reluctant attention. "There were many things I wanted to do to you, beat you, and maybe scar you… blind you even. But in the end I suppose I should be a little subtle, don't you agree?" she spoke in a voice innocent and sweet as honey.

Tears finally did fall from his pleading eyes when Sonic finally realised what she had intended to do. He didn't understand how she could be so sick and crazy, or what he had done to cause her to react as bad as this! But he didn't know what to do now; he closed his eyes and cried out sorrowfully, trying so hard to beg for forgiveness.

She could understand him, but ignored him. "We both know why this is happening. You literally leave me with no choice" she sighed, as if it was harder upon her then him. Then there was one final smile as her hand reached out to the zip upon the red jacket Sonic wore. With a slight hum in her voice she slowly pulled it down, exposing the soft pink circle of flesh that was surrounded with blue.

Sonic scrunched his eyes together and bit down hard upon his lip.

Though muffled, his blood curling screams filled through the room as the burning impact tore through his flesh, fire eating away in small circles upon his chest as his torture began.

The teacher showed no remorse as she dug at him, placing the cigar upon his chest again and again, embracing his fear and pain, caring no more as he begged and pleaded, his tears falling on her hands. He flung himself around, tipping the chair side to side to get away so she held him still. Again and again she pushed the fire on his skin, leaving behind red circles of burnt flesh. But she got carried away.

Her eyes snapped wide and she spun her head around. Looking at the clock, she realised she had been away from her class for over twenty minutes. It struck her then, this wasn't detention or lunch break. Other students were waiting for her and any longer would surely leave them talking.

So she pulled the cigar of the blue teens flesh, leaving the boy to scream through his pain, his chest was burning with the fire and blistered started to form upon the ugly scars.

She left him, walking to the window which view had been blocked out by the blind, she allowed a little view so she could reach and open it up, letting fresh air rush into the room. She pulled out the secret ash tray many teachers liked to keep hidden and put the cigar out, and then threw the evidence out the window along with the ashes.

Turning around, she saw Sonic had grown pale and he curled in on himself. She had wanted to keep the window opened but he screamed so much she couldn't risk it. She closed it once again and pulled down the blind. Going to her desk she pulled out air freshener and sprayed a lot of it all around the room, not leaving any part untouched.

With the evidence gone, there was just one thing to deal with.

With scissors in her hands, she walked up to the hedgehog. The pain he felt was so over baring he failed to notice anything she had done. But seeing her knelling down to him once again with scissors in her hand, he flipped. A pure cry of fear sliced his throat and he shook his head wildly once again pleadingly, sobbing at the thought of what else she would do to him filled his mind. But instead she grabbed the bond she had made upon his legs and cut away at them.

Finally he was able to kick out. He didn't bother to aim for her, instead the moment his feet were back on the ground he tried to run away, but his frantic movements only ended with him losing complete balance and tipping the chair and himself over. Failing to keep him still, the teacher moved quickly to get to the back where his wrists had been tapped together. Only when she cut throw the bond, Sonic ripped his hands apart and scrambled to all fours. He pathetically crawled away from her until he was up against the wall, as far back as he could be. His His hands went instantly to his chest, he couldn't bear to touch the wounds, but he tensed up so much he couldn't pull away.

He couldn't breathe, he started gasping for air as the agonised sobs rose from inside. His trembling hands went to the duct tape that was upon his lips, but the moment he gripped the sides a pair of hands snatched his wrists and pulled them away, causing Sonic to alarmingly turn to the woman who stood over him dominatingly. His hands turned as white as his gloves, she was holding his wrists too tight as bruising was already starting to form.

"Nuh uh, I don't think so" she hissed in a hush tone, Sonic's cried still being muffled out, "If you want it off I suggest you keep it down."

All he wanted to do was let his agony go, scream until his lungs bled out, but fear managed to take over, he breathed through the pain which caused the feeling of suffocation to take over as he choked against the tape. He tried so hard to silence himself and it felt like an eternity to which he just couldn't handle it. Eventually though, he got to the point his eyes stung as much as his chest and his throat could have easily been bleeding. He managed to settle himself and keep his screaming under control.

When satisfied, the teacher smiled approvingly and let go one of his wrists, to which his hand instantly went to the other to weakly pry off her hold, an attempt that failed.

With her free hand she gripped the side of the tape and with a fast lash of her arm; it ripped off his sore red lips. An instant shrill cry at the pain and he suffered by her gripping his wrist tighter, letting her claws dig in. Finally able to breath, he choked on his sobs, which he kept quiet, his forehead fell upon his captive wrist and he pleaded with her.

Eventually she let go, watching as he fell forward, only catching himself on his hands before once again curling into a ball on the floor and holding onto himself, pitiful whimpering surrounded the room while his tears fell free. His throat was burning as the horrible taste of bile caused him to gag each time his stomach lurched, until he couldn't hold it down anymore and vomit passed between his lips and covered the floor.

He chocked against the disgusting flavour, crying at the pain that cramped his stomach when he wretched once again, no unable to keep anything down and wishing he hadn't eaten at lunch. He buried his head into his arm, which he helplessly leaned against the wall. He let his shoulders shudder as he whimpered loudly.

His eyes were shut tight, but opened when a light tap of heeled shoes sounded next to him. He looked up pitifully at her, she once again showed no emotion to him.

"…Why?" he breathed out helplessly, his eyes so red and dry that looking at her stung, but he wanted his answer, why had she hurt him so much?

She shrugged with a little smile once again, "Why not?"

From where he was high in the sky, all he saw was fire and rubble below. Buildings toppled down, causing nothing but havoc and chaos. Millions of people ran around in a panic while their fearful screams sang through his ears.

He laughed manically as lasers shot from robot and robot, firing at will to anything moving or not, so long as it caused destruction.

The rounded moustached man laughed at it all from his flying egg mobile, he held his arms high in the air as he watched it all. Taking over the world had never felt so amazing! It could have easily been a dream…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

With a startled snort, the large man jumped awake from his slumbering state at the sudden noise from the door. He quickly looked around; he wasn't in his much beloved egg mobile, no was he watching the city being destroyed. He was sitting in his large chair with his feet up upon the desk. Instead of the red villainous attire he had envisioned himself to be dressed in he wore a simple grey suit and a red shirt and tie.

Dream now replaced with reality, Robotnik growled lowly to himself and he placed his feet back down to the ground beneath his desk. He picked up a pen and positioned himself to look as if he had been busy with work. A hand gently stroked his extremely long moustache when he finally answered, "Come on in!" he shouted, "It's not like I was doing anything" he added with a small mumble.

The door opened and he grinned when the black tabby cat walked into his office, "Ah Mrs. Winters, a pleasure as always" he started to say, but his smile soon changed when he saw she wasn't alone. Carefully in her hands, she held that blue hedgehog he detested with a passion, the very boy that ruined his life. Normally he won't give the rat any time of the day, but Mrs. Winters held him carefully in her hands like he would fall apart at any moment.

With his brow raised high, Robotnik studied the teenager's appearance. The boy was far too pale for what was normal, his eyes looked swollen and the red veins were too intense to look at. He was wearing that jacket again but it had dark patches down the front which he wasn't sure were from, but judging by the vile smell in the room, he could easily guess it was vomit. He saw that the blue hedgehog couldn't focus properly, his head lulled side to side and his legs shook under his light weight. The teacher was holding him for a reason, to stop him from falling down.

Pushing his chair back, Robotnik stood up and moved around his desk to approach the two, "What on Mobius happened?" he growled accusingly, not showing an ounce of sympathy but instead seemed like he was already blaming him.

"Oh Robotnik I didn't know what else to do. He needs medical care but I felt the situation was far too urgent I had to come to you first" Mrs. Winters answered, she looked at the rounded man with so much concern while her hands held the hedgehog closer to herself, her eyes looking down at the boy sadly.

Pausing from her words, Robotnik placed his hands across his chest and locked his arms together, he waited for her to continue, "What did he do this time?" he spat angrily at the hedgehog, who only looked away from the Principle shamefully. With a brief pardon, the teacher helped the blue hedgehog to sit down on the chair in front of Robotniks desk, placing his bag next to him. As soon as Sonic felt the weight off his legs, he felt so dizzy he didn't know if he could stay awake. The teacher helped him place his arms on the desk so he could rest his head for a moment, which of course made her look like a saint at this point, despite she was the reason he felt like this.

Robotnik hadn't helped, he just watched impatiently not understanding why she didn't just let him get on with it himself, "Well?" he beckoned her.

Turning her back on the teen, it was like the two suddenly forgot Sonic was there. He breathed deeply but listened to what she had to say.

"I don't know what happened, but I was in the middle of my Science lesson. Sonic and Tails gave me their presentation but unfortunately I had to fail them both on. That's when he flipped out, it all happened so fast I didn't have much time to react, but he picked up his chair and threw it at me. You can even see the damage it caused to the classroom it was terrible! So I took him out of the classroom and placed him in the teachers' lounge area, I had hoped he'd calm himself down there. Only I made a mistake, I left the room for a few minutes and when I came back inside I found him…" she stopped, looking completely distressed at her own story.

Robotnik pushed her on, "Yes? What did he do?" he snapped.

Rubbing her forehead she sighed, "He had a packet of cigarettes on him; he started lighting all of them and ripped some pages out of the books. He was trying to set fire to them… I feared he was trying to burn down the School."

"What?" Sonic winced through his pain, finding the strength to push his head up and stare frantically at the woman who lied to his principal. Looking at Robotnik, it was only false hope that he would doubt her story. He was appalled at what he heard and glared down at the young teen despising. "Why you little blue rodent!" he abruptly spat, his hands held out ready to choke which caused Sonic to cry out fearfully. But Robotnik paused when remembering he had company.

So standing up right and clearing his throat he corrected himself, "So what happened to him, why is he like this?" he asked while giving the ailing hedgehog a dirty look. "When I saw what he was doing I just panicked, I grabbed him and tried to pull him away but he started to fight with me. I can't recall exactly what happened but he somehow lost his footing and fell onto the cigarettes, he also banged his head against the side of the desk, the injuries are really bad" she explained. Approaching Sonic once again, the hedgehog wanted to back away from her but she reached out and tipped his head to the side, apparently showing Robotnik something on the back of his head. He hadn't noticed anything there but then he couldn't see that area. After explaining the bump, she pushed him back into the chair so they could both get a better view of his chest, where she opened his jacket a little and showed the Principal the nasty looking scars. He didn't feel safe or comfortable through any of this, but there was nothing he could do.

Nodding in satisfaction, Robotnik placed a heavy hand upon Sonic's shoulder, an action to which a moaned at the forceful impact, "Yes well, you did the right thing Mrs. Winters. I'll send for a nurse right away but for now I feel I should have a little word with… Sonic. I'm sure your students are waiting for you" he dismissed, though he found himself wanted to say many other things then the boy's actual name.

The blue teen trembled beneath his hold; he wanted to be as far away from his teacher as possible, but being left in Robotniks care… what if that was worse?

Ohhhh my days, what do you guys think is gonna happen? Please leave your opinions in the reviews :D