Sins of the Flesh
Chapter 10: His Plan
"Oh, you're such a good boy, yes!", Sally said in a high-pitched, sugary voice to her son as she held him in the air. The infant waved its arms and giggled, and then proceeded to yawn. Sally brought the child back down and held him in her arms. "You're tired, Sasha. It's time to go to sleep."
Sally carried the child over to his crib and placed him gently on the sky-blue mattress. The child moved about for several minutes before it finally curled up and dozed off. Sally made sure she was quiet as she left the room to get ready for bed herself. She ducked into her closet and slipped quickly into a nightgown. She quietly closed the closet door and went over to check on her child once more; the child had not stirred in the least in the three or so minutes she had left it alone. She smiled happily and whispered, "Goodnight, Sasha. I love you, my son", and gently covered his small feet with the baby blanket given to her as a gift by Bunnie. Little did Sally know that moment would be the last time she would ever see her son.
The moon had risen high into the sky, and in a certain house in Knothole, someone was preparing to carry out a heinous plan. Sonic had dressed himself head to toe in black, making sure his face, of all things, was covered the most. Once he was sure his entire body was covered, he reached under his bed and pulled a dagger out from beneath the mattress - he would be needing it. He carefully sheathed the blade and tucked it under his belt, out of sight. Sonic began to question if this was what really needed to be done, but then he began to think about the disaster Sally's life had become, and how his life was also well on its way to destruction. He remembered how the king forced him into parenthood to help nurture a child that was not his. He remembered finding out that Sally had cheated on him. All these thoughts fed Sonic's raging fire of fury, which made him more ready to go. The more he thought about all the turmoil he had been put through within the past three months, the more determined he became to do something about it. He peeked out the window on his door to ensure no one was around, and in one quick motion, he darted into the bushes. No one was out at such a late hour, so maneuvering about the village was rather simple.
Sonic eventually came upon the castle. There was only one guard near the front gate, which just made Sonic's objective that much easier. As quietly as possible, he made his way over to where Sally's bedroom was. As he stared up at the window, he began to reminisce about their escapades from months prior. He remembered sneaking into her room and pleasing her countless times - he smiled as he thought of each time he had to kiss her to muffle her screams of ecstasy. He felt a slight surge of hormones as he remembered how arousing it was to hear her call out his name. All these fond memories came to an abrupt end when he began to envision Shadow taking his place. He imagined seeing Shadow pleasuring the young girl, and hearing her call out his name instead. Sonic's happiness and excitement disappeared and were replaced with burning anger. He shook those pre-cheating memories out of his mind and continued on his quest. After checking to make sure the guard had not seen him, he began to scale the castle wall with his hands and feet. His stealth amazed even him - he did not expect to get up the wall as easily and quietly as he did. He climbed through the window and immediately ducked into a dark corner. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could easily see Sally peacefully slumbering in her enormous bed...the bed where they made love so many times. Sonic started to lose himself in memories again.
"No! Snap out of it, Sonic!", he said to himself. "Those days are over. Don't forget what you came here for."
Sonic snapped back to reality and began to gaze about the room until he spotted a crib on the other side of the room. He quietly tiptoed over to the small bed, where the small black-furred infant slept. Of all the times he had held and changed the child, Sonic never really took a good look at the young hedgehog.
"He's so small...", Sonic thought, with a twinge of guilt. He almost decided to forget the whole plan and go back to his house before someone saw him, but all he had to do was think about what had happened and what would happen if he didn't go through with his plan. He pulled one of his socks out of his boot and had it ready in hand, just in case. He gently lifted the infant out of its crib - at first it didn't stir, but it soon began to awaken. Sonic decided not to dawdle and he made a break for the window. He had no time to make a careful descent, and he clutched the child to his chest and jumped out of the open window. He landed in a shrub, and the child became fully awake at this point. The infant opened its mouth to cry, and Sonic, with his lightning-fast reflexes, stuffed the balled-up sock into the child's mouth to stifle the cries. The child began to squirm, but Sonic held it close. Strangely enough, the guard did not look to see what the loud rustling in the bushes was - then again, it was not uncommon for something large like a deer or a moose to walk through Knothole at night, so that may have contributed to the guard's reluctance to look. Sonic was not complaining about this, and he quietly, yet swiftly, walked to the edge of the forest. He took one last look around him to ensure no one had seen him or had followed him. When he saw that he was in the clear, he began to run as fast as he could away from Knothole while still carrying the infant in his arms.
Once he stopped running, Sonic ended up miles away atop a cliff overlooking the sea. He figured a place at this distance from Knothole would be the best place to carry out his plan. He ran down the path along the side of the cliff until he reached the shore. Once there, he laid the squirming infant down on the wet sand and knelt down in front of it. He fumbled with the edge of his shirt and removed the dagger from his belt. He unsheathed the blade and then looked at the child - he couldn't believe what he was about to do to an innocent child. He kept looking at the dagger and then at the child, and back and forth over and over again. It was painful for him to think that he had to do this, but he knew if he did nothing, the child would grow up with a resentful father that hated it just for existing and that would be treated like garbage because of the way he came into the world. Sonic did not want to do that to the child that was forced upon him - he felt that all children should have a mother and a father, and both parents should love the child. This was not young Sasha's case, and this dark little hedgehog had no future to look forward to. It is not as though Sonic felt the infant had no right to live...but he felt the child was not meant to be born, especially not when both parents did not want it - it would be unfair to Sally, to Sonic, but most of all...to Sasha.
Sonic began to choke, and he felt a tear soak into his mask. He slowly lifted the dagger above the infant's body. The child continued to squirm about, and it looked up at Sonic with the most heartbreaking expression that he [Sonic] had ever seen. It was as if the child understood what was happening, and it was imploring the man it knew as its father not to hurt it. Sonic was starting to lose his nerve, and the hand holding the blade began to shake. But he knew he couldn't turn back now. He looked at the child with tears in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Sasha. Please forgive me..."
With those final words, Sonic clenched his eyes shut and drove the dagger at full force into the infant's chest. The child had quite obviously cried out in extreme pain, as Sonic easily heard the audible humming noise which was a scream muffled by the sock. Sonic opened his eyes to see what he had done, and he felt as though he were in a nightmare. He stared at the child and just sort of hoped the knife would evaporate into the air and the child would begin cooing and crying again...but nothing of the sort happened. Sonic watched in sadness as the child's eyes began to droop; eventually, the infant lost the light in his eyes, and his eyelids fell completely shut. Seconds later, the child stopped moving entirely. Sonic felt like a monster...he had just murdered an infant. He regretted his decision the moment he plunged the blade into the child's body, but young Sasha was dead, and there was no bringing him back.
As much as he wanted to, Sonic knew he could not give the child a proper burial, out of fear a search party would unearth the body, so he had to dispose of it entirely. As luck would have it, that particular sea was known for its shark-infested waters - Sonic knew he could easily dispose of the body. He wanted to swim far out and leave the body off in the middle of the water to avoid the chance of it washing up on shore, but he could not swim. Instead, he decided he would go into the water as deeply as possible and drop the body. He pulled the dagger from the child's body, sending blood gushing everywhere around him. He began pushing the bloody water out into the sea in order to attract sharks. Within minutes, he noticed a grey dorsal fin swimming toward him. Sonic quickly dropped the small, bloodied body into the water and ran back to the shore. The shark was all over the body; Sonic watched the gigantic fish approach the area where the body was dropped and watched as a tremendous amount of blood poured forth and tainted the water. The shark had taken the body, and two more sharks made their way over. Sonic noticed his shirt, gloves, and pants had the scent of blood on them, so he quickly removed them and threw them into the water, which the sharks also happily took with them.
It was done - Sonic had killed Sally's child and destroyed the evidence. He felt surprisingly calm, but incredibly relieved. He just hoped he wouldn't act too suspicious in the event he was questioned, which he knew he most likely would be. He decided to run back to Knothole and go and relax at his favorite place in the forest - he needed nothing more at that moment than relaxation. He made a dash for the village, and once he reached the forest, he began to walk at normal pace. Finally, he arrived at the aforementioned spot in the forest and sat down. He reclined on the grass, slightly dampened by a layer of dew, and he proceeded to look up at the stars. The sky was so clear that night - so very beautiful. Sonic found it somewhat ironic that the night he had done something so incredibly awful happened to have the most stunning sky. The twinkling of the stars put him into a state of relaxation, leading him deeper into a state of slumber. He decided he had best get up and return home before he passed out in the forest - his being out so late and not in his home may elicit suspicion when Sally found out her child was gone. He sat up, yawned, and stretched out his arms before moving toward his house. When he arrived home, someone approached him.
"Sonic?"
Sonic turned around hastily to see Tails standing behind him.
"Geez Tails, you scared me. What are you doing out this late, buddy?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. I couldn't sleep."
Sonic sighed. "Neither could I, so I went for a walk."
Tails nodded. "Do you want to walk with me, Sonic?"
"I can try...I almost passed out in the forest", Sonic said with a chuckle.
"I better let you sleep, then. Don't want to have to carry you home."
"Ha ha, true. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Tails."
"Night, Sonic."
Tails headed back to his house, and Sonic sighed lightly out of relief - he was extra jumpy for obvious reasons. He settled down in bed and slept better than he had in ages...not because of the murder, but because he regained his freedom.
Author's Note: Desperate times call for desperate measures, yes?
