A Place Of His Own
Chapter 14
A/N: Let's see, uh... hope this one is better and so on and so forth. Rated T. Enjoy.
Sonic looked around, trying to gather his bearings in the darkness. He was dripping with sweat, shaking violently and his body felt cold. His arms and legs were crying out in pain and he had a horrible headache, like his head was being squeezed in a vice. Sonic knew he was in deep withdrawals and it was the worst it had been so far. He never imagined it could get this bad. Sonic let out a deep guttural moan, reaching out with his arms in the darkness, feeling around for the bag he had brought with him. "Where the fuck is it?" He yelled in frustration. After blindly feeling around on the floor for a minute, he felt his hand brush across the bag.
Sonic quickly grabbed it and pulled it toward him and set it in his lap. He hastily reached in and felt around, blindly searching the one thing that would help him. The shaking was making the search difficult. Sonic was having trouble figuring out what it was he was holding in the darkness. Suddenly, Sonic pulled his hand out and leaned the bag back just enough so the front was facing up toward him. He opened the front compartment and reached in, feeling around inside. Sonic felt something hard and smooth and wrapped his hand around it and pulled it out. He ran his hand over it and felt something cool against his fingers. "I'll be damned." He said pulling out the small flashlight. It was just like in his dream, except here there were no broken robots or familiar faces.
Sonic turned the light on and it bathed the room in a dim light. "Gotta hurry." He said, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Sonic knew that the light wouldn't last very long and he knew he would have to work quickly. Sonic pulled the blanket he had grabbed off the bed at Judge's and tossed it on the bed; he shined the light inside the bag, quickly searching inside it. Blue dug around, looking for the lone syringe he had thrown inside the bag when he left Judge's place. Sonic looked and looked but couldn't find it. This made him panic even more, causing his symptoms to act up even worse. Oh God, what if I forgot it? He thought, and began to dig faster.
His breathing and shaking began to intensify, and he started to panic. "Oh, where the fuck is it!" He yelled. Sonic began pulling everything out and tossing it aside, until he could see the bottom of the bag. There, sticking out from underneath what little remained inside, was the telltale sign of the plunger end of a needle. Sonic let out a celebratory laugh, reached in and pulled it out. He tossed the bag aside and held the syringe in front of him, making sure he was actually holding it in his hands and not just seeing things. "Where have you been?" He asked the needle he was holding as if it was a child.
Blue took the cap off the needle and tossed it aside casually, then placed the flashlight between his teeth, biting down firmly. It would serve a dual purpose, allowing him to see as well as something he could bite down on when he pressed the plunger. He focused the light on his left arm and held it out straight in front of him. Sonic gave his arm a good once over, attempting to find a vein. It got easier to find vein's the more he injected himself. Not from experience, but due to the fact his vein's were getting bigger and easier to locate.
Even though he was shaking, just having the drug nearby had a calming effect on him and Sonic easily plunged the needle into the vein and pulled it back. A little blood was drawn into the syringe and he smiled as he pushed down slowly. The familiar burning sensation that followed made him bite down on the flashlight between his teeth. The more he pushed down the worse the burning got. Sonic growled in pain, biting down harder and harder the more the burning became. Sonic pressed the plunger down as far as it would go, making sure to get every last drop he could inside of him and pulled the needle out. He tossed the needle aside, laid back and let out a satisfying sigh. As the drug coursed through his system, the shaking subsided and the chills and sweating stopped.
After a while, he felt like himself again. Sonic grabbed the light and shined it around the room. It was a small dirty room. The widows were boarded up what little furniture that was in the room was covered in dust. The only objects that were in the room were a broken dresser and a twin-size bed. There wasn't as much dust as there had been in the house in his dream, but it was still there. "What the hell happened last night?" Sonic asked himself. He figured he'd remember eventually and decided to drop it for now. He stood up and stretched, shining the light on the door. He walked over and shined the light on the light switch and flipped it on. Nothing. Sonic shined the light at the ceiling and saw there was no light bulb. Sonic turned around and opened the door.
Sonic shined his light around and couldn't believe what he saw. The house looked just like it had in his dream, except it wasn't a two story house. "Ok. This is getting weird." He said. Looking around, he saw that the living room and kitchen were connected, except for a doorway separating the two. The layout was the same. In the back was the kitchen. Then there was the living room. Sonic looked to his right and saw three doors leading toward the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. The one behind him was the bedroom he had just come out of. He walked over to the next door and opened it. It was the bathroom, just like in his dream. Sonic shut the door. He didn't even bother with the next one. "That must be the closet." He said as he passed by the last door.
He looked around the kitchen. It was a little smaller than the one in his dream and there weren't any cans of food scattered on the floor. Sonic opened the cupboards and looked around but they were empty, except for the mouse droppings. Sonic shook his head in disgust and shut the door. He turned around and looked for the light switch. He found it next to the back door, just like in his dream. Sonic focused the flashlight at the ceiling and saw there was a bulb in this socket. "Well let's see if this works." He said, reaching out and flicking the switch to on. To Sonic's surprise, the light flickered for a few seconds then came on, unlike in his dream. "I'll be damned." Sonic said. "Now if the TV works, I'll have it easy." He said. In the light, the kitchen wasn't in that bad shape, just like in his dream.
Sonic turned the flashlight off and walked back into the living room, the light from the kitchen shining into the room through the doorway. Sonic looked and saw there was only a broken down couch and a small coffee table with a TV on it. He walked over to the TV and checked to make sure it was plugged in. He looked behind the TV and saw it was plugged in. Sonic laughed slightly at the irony. Almost everything that had happened in his dream was coming true, except for the broken robot and his friends standing in front of him, which honestly wouldn't surprise him if they actually showed up next.
Sonic pushed the 'Power' button on the front of the TV. Blue heard a small 'pop' as soon as he pushed the power button, then the screen slowly got brighter and the sound kicked in. It was static, but the TV did work. He smiled and flipped through the channels. He went through them all and got nothing but static. "Guess it need's an antenna." He said. Sonic leaned forward and turned the flashlight on and shined it behind the TV, looking for an antenna lying on the floor like in his dream. Unfortunately, he didn't find one. "Oh well. It shouldn't be too hard to make one. Just need to find a coat hanger." He said and shut the set off.
Sonic turned and headed off to check out the bedroom now that the sun was finally up. He opened the door and looked inside. From what light was shining through the space between the sheet of plywood and the window frame, he saw what clothes and odds and ends he had packed scattered about on the floor in his mad search for the syringe. He walked in and began picking everything up. There wasn't much, just a jacket and a couple changes of clothes he brought along with him. "I wonder if it's too much to hope for a washer." He said, grabbing the last of the clothes and stuffing them back inside the bag. He tossed a shirt and a pair of pants and socks and underwear on the bed and stood up. Sonic sat on the bed and pulled his socks and shoes off and laid them on the bed next to him. "A shower wouldn't hurt either." He said, stripping down to nothing. "And something to eat." He said, putting on the cleanest pair of boxers he could find. He noticed he was hungry too. The last thing he ate was a sandwich the day before he had left Judge's.
Sonic put on the rest of the clothes and put the one's he had taken off and placed them in the bag with the rest of his stuff. Sonic stepped back to where he had dumped everything out and began to put the few things that were left back. "Jeez. How messed up was I?" He asked himself. Sonic put the bag on top of the old dirty dresser and sat back down on the bed, hiking one leg up on the bed and tucking it behind his other leg. He set his head in his hands and tried to remember what had happened. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember everything. He only knew that he had managed to find the house, break in and pass out on the bedroom floor. "I guess the withdrawals must've started when I passed out." He said, standing up and walking out of the room. "Now let's see if the shower works in this place." He said, walking toward the bathroom and opening the door. He flicked the light on but there was no light. Sonic looked up and saw there was no bulb in the socket. "At least I have the flashlight." He said, shrugging his shoulders. He saw the bathroom wasn't has bad as the rest of the house. There were a few cobwebs here and there and the floor needed to be swept and mopped, but it wasn't that bad.
Sonic reached out and flushed the toilet. There was a whooshing sound as the water swirled around in the bowl, drained then filled back up. Sonic smiled. "At least the toilet flushes." He said. He didn't even want to think about what he would have to do if it didn't. Sonic walked over to the shower and saw the control for the water sticking out of the shower wall. He pulled on it and turned it to the 'HOT' side. After a few seconds, the showerhead began spewing out water. It wasn't much at first, but eventually, the water flowed normally. But after waiting for a good two minutes, the water was still cold. Sonic shut the water off and walked out of the bathroom. Let's see if I can go 3 for 3. Sonic walked into the kitchen and stopped in front of the stove.
If the gas hadn't been shutoff, it would be a simple matter of relighting the pilot light on the water heater. The stove was a gas stove with an electric light. All he had to do was turn one of the burners on and see if gas flowed out. "Think you can give me one more." He asked out loud. Sonic turned one of the burners on but not enough to cause the electric light to click on. He listened for the familiar hiss of gas, but it didn't happen. He sniffed the air, but couldn't smell anything except for the mustiness in the air. Sonic turned the other burners on and got the same result every time. He let out a sigh. "Guess its cold showers for now." He said. He shook his head and shuddered at the thought. "Oh well. At least I have a place to sleep." He said. He walked back into the bathroom, shut the door and locked it. Even though he was alone, he still locked the door. He stripped down again and laid his clothes on the tank on the back of the toilet.
Sonic turned the water on and it shot out, droplets of cold water bouncing off the floor of the shower and hitting his legs, causing him to step back. "Oh, this is going to be fun." Sonic said, stepping in as far away as he could get from the water. "Ok. You can do this. Just do it and get it over with." He said, his back turned toward the water. "On the count of three. One, two, three." He said, quickly moving under the water as soon as the word 'three' left his lips. "OHHHHHH SHIT!" He exclaimed as the water hit him. It was the quickest shower he had ever taken. Sonic rubbed his hands over himself as fast as he could so the water would soak through and get to his skin. Sonic reached down and shut the water off and stood in the shower, dripping and freezing. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath. "I guess it would have helped to grab something to dry off with, but nooooo, that would make things easy on me." He said, walking over to the bathroom closet and hoping that the last person that lived here accidentally forgot one. No such luck. Sonic kicked himself for not grabbing one out of Judge's closet.
Sonic grabbed his clothes off the back of the toilet and walked back into the bedroom. He laid them down and reached into his bag and grabbed one of the dirty shirts out and used that to towel off. "Better than nothing." He said. It wasn't as good as a towel, but it managed to do it's job. After he had dried himself the best he could, he tossed the shirt on the bed and re-dressed. He sat down on the bed and began putting his shoes on, thinking about what he needed to do next. "Let's see. I'm gonna need food and money." He said, grabbing his bag and pulling out his wallet, a black tri-fold wallet. He didn't know how much money he had left, but he hoped it would be enough to last at least a couple of days. Sonic opened it and pulled out what cash he had on him. He counted $36 bucks. That should buy some food for a couple of days at least. Not much, but enough to get buy until he could come up with something more permanent. Next he thought about what to do for his fix. It wasn't like he could go and get anymore for Judge and Scourge.
Sonic found it a little odd, well, very odd that Scourge had heroin at all. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Then there was Judge. He asked Judge why he had given him heroin in the first place and he remembered what Judge told him. "If you're using and you go into withdrawals and you don't get any in your system or get to a doctor in time, it would be such a shock to your system that it might actually kill a person."
For now, there was a battle raging inside him. Hunger vs. Dope, and right now hunger was winning. "Now I know I passed by a store on my way over here. Now where was it?" Sonic wondered, standing up and sticking his wallet in his back pocket. "Maybe I can ask someone." He said walking out of the room and toward the back door. He opened it and moved the plywood over to one side, stepped out, then shut the door and replaced the plywood back in it's place, trying to make it look like no one had been inside. He walked around the side of the house and stood just in front of the sidewalk and looked around, hoping to see someone outside. "Well that's a surprise." He said. Sonic looked in the direction of the sun to get a sense of what time it was. It was almost overhead, which meant it was sometime between eleven and twelve thirty.
Sonic took a few steps and stopped. I wonder if I can still run? It had been over three months since he had gotten out and really been himself. Blue was unsure if he could still run like he had before. He knew his muscles had deteriorated from the lack of exercise. Going from working out and running almost every single day to doing almost nothing wasn't good. But he didn't let that discourage him. Sonic took the sprinter's position and readied himself, bending down and placing his hands on the ground in front of him. He took a deep breath and counted down from three. "One, two, three!" He shouted, and shot off down the street like a bullet. Sonic laughed as he zipped down the street, memories of the old days returning to him. He made it another block then had to stop. His legs and lungs felt like they were on fire and he was breathing hard.
"O...oh shit!" Sonic exclaimed. He leaned against a fence to catch his breath. He tried to take a step forward, but he wasn't able to move his legs. They were frozen in place. He hadn't realized how much the lack of exercise had taken its toll on him. He waited for a few minutes and tried to move a leg. It ached, but at least he was able to move it. From what he could tell, he managed to run for four blocks before he had to stop. "Now I just have to find the damn store." He said, continuing on his way.
After another ten minutes of walking, he saw someone outside. Sonic couldn't believe it. He thought his brain was playing tricks on him, but as he got closer, he realized the person was indeed real. You mean there's people living here? He thought. Seeing someone outside surprised him. It was a kid, couldn't be more than 15 or 16 Sonic thought. "He should know where the store is around here." He said, making his way over to the kid. Blue walked up to him and held a hand up. "Hey. You know where there's a store around here?" Sonic asked. The kid pointed to his left. "Yeah, man. Take a right on the corner go down two blocks and make a right." He said. Sonic nodded in appreciation. "Thanks." He said and continued on his way. "No prob." The kid said as Sonic turned the corner. Blue went the way the kid told him and came across a mini-mart. It looked old and run-down, but it looked like it was open and he wasn't going to start complaining now.
Sonic opened the door and went inside. There was an older man working behind the counter who was eying Sonic wearily. "Afternoon." Sonic said to him, trying to be friendly. He had been in Metropolis for three months and this was only the forth person he had come across. The man, who looked like he was in his 60's, nodded and continued to watch Sonic. Blue ignored the glare, grabbed a small handheld basket and made his way deeper into the store. He looked around for things he didn't have to worry about refrigerating. He kicked himself for not checking the refrigerator to see if it was still working, but it wasn't important at the moment. He looked up and down the aisles carefully, making sure to buy stuff that would last him for a while. He grabbed a couple loaves of bread, a few cans of tuna fish, a jar of peanut butter and a small jar of jelly, and a lot of Spam© and a couple of rolls of TP. "This should last a few days." He said. I just hope I have enough to pay for it. He thought. There was still the matter of buying his dope. But he would worry about that next. Walked by the refrigerator case, grabbed a soda and headed toward the front. He set the basket up on the counter and the clerk began to ring him up.
"How you doing today, Pete?" Sonic asked looking at the guy's nametag, trying to strike up a conversation. The clerk mumbled something that Sonic couldn't pick up on. He decided to just pay for the stuff and get back home. "That'll be $15.86." The clerk said. Shit! Sonic thought. He reached around and took out his wallet and grabbed a $20 and put his wallet back in his back pocket. He handed it to the clerk and Pete took it. "Out of $20." Pete opened the register and pulled out a few bills and coins. "Here you go, have a nice day." Pete said, handing Sonic his change and receipt. "Thanks. You too." Sonic said, grabbing the bag and walking out of the store. Sonic set the bag down on the ground and took out his wallet and counted how much he had left. "Twenty bucks and..." Sonic reached in and pulled the change he had and counted it. "Fourteen cents. So, I'm almost fucked. Great." He said, putting the change back in his pocket, grabbing the bag and making the trip back home. "Now all I need to do is find a dealer if I can find anyone." He said.
The city was mostly dead from what he had seen. People hung around certain parts of town and others were empty or nearly empty, like where he was now. The residential section he was in now was sparsely inhabited. But he knew the houses weren't empty. Walking down to the mini-mart, the majority of houses he passed were vacant, he was sure of that. But every once in a while, he did see houses that were occupied, but they were few and far between. Sonic turned the corner and fiddled around inside one of the two bags for the soda he had bought. He took it out and managed to take the cap off. He put it to his lips and took a long drink from it, the sugary liquid rushing inside of his mouth, his tongue tingling from the bubbles. "Damn that's good." He said, letting a small burp escape from his throat. "Been a while since I had one of these." He said, putting the cap back on and sticking it back in the bag.
Sonic walked down to the corner of the street and stopped to rest for a few minutes. "Let's see... the house was on..." he trailed off, trying to remember what street it was on and looking around for something that would serve as a landmark. Sonic looked to his right and saw the kid he had passed earlier, still standing in the same spot as he had when Sonic walked away. I must've passed him... 15, 20 minutes ago? And he's still standing there? Either he's waiting for someone or he's a dealer. Sonic thought. He knew it wasn't impossible that the kid was a dealer. What the hell. If he is one, I can kill two birds with one stone. Worst case scenario, he isn't and that'll be the end of that. He though, turning the corner and walking toward the kid. Sonic walked up to him and stopped just beside of him. "See you found the store." The kid said. Sonic nodded. "Yeah, but, uh, they didn't have everything I needed, you know what I'm saying?" Sonic asked. The kid narrowed his eyes and he shifted around slightly. Sonic could see the wheels turning in the kid's mind. He obviously knew something was up. Sonic didn't know what the protocol was for scoring drugs, but the way the kid was acting, Sonic knew he was holding. "I got a headache but they didn't have any aspirin. You know where the pharmacy is?" Sonic asked. God I sound like an idiot. Sonic thought. But he didn't think it would be a good idea to just flat out ask if he knew where he could get some drugs.
The kid shook his head. "Sure do. Follow me." The kid said and Sonic followed him up to the door of the house. The kid opened the door and walked inside. Sonic tried to follow him inside but the kid stopped him. "Naw bro. Wait here." He said and shut the door. Sonic set the bag's he was carrying down beside him and took a step away from the door and waited for the kid to come back. Sonic waited for a minute and the kid cracked the door open just enough where he could see outside. "So what ya need?" He asked. Sonic internally breathed a sigh of relief. And that's another problem taken care of. "You got any heroin?" Sonic asked. "Ha, ha." The kid chuckled. "You're new around here, ain't ya?" The kid asked. "Yeah." Sonic said. "I thought so. Little tip, next time you want to score, ask whoever it is if they're holding. Otherwise, they'll get suspicious and you won't get anything. And next time you need Heroin, don't call it that. Dealers will think you're a cop or a snitch. Need heroin, ask for 'H' or smack, you know what I'm saying?" The kid asked. Sonic nodded his head. "Yeah, thanks." The kid shook his head. "No prob. So how much you need?" He asked. Sonic stopped and thought for a few seconds. "How much'll $20 get me?" He asked. He saw the kid reach next to him and grab something. He held a syringe up in front of his face where Sonic could see it.
It looked like the others had, filled with the familiar white, milky substance. "This." The kid said. "You got the cash?" He asked. Sonic reached around and grabbed his wallet out and took his last $20 out and handed it to the kid. The kid took it and placed the syringe in Sonic's hand. Blue bent down and put it inside one of the bags. "Thanks." Sonic said. "No prob. You need anymore, you come and ask me, and don't worry about the cops. This side of town is dead, except for the few people that still stick around. You wanna see other people; you gotta go to the other side of town." So that explains why there's hardly anyone around. Sonic thought. He nodded his head and thanked the kid. "See ya." The kid said and shut the door. Sonic bend down and grabbed his bags and began walking back to the house again. "Now I just need to get some more cash."
After another twenty minutes of walking, he finally made it back to the house. He looked up toward the sun and saw it had shifted position by at least another hour. He used to be so accurate at telling the time by the sun; there was no need for a watch when he was around. Of course, he hadn't done it for a long time, but he still knew he could basically ballpark it. Though he did kick himself for not remembering to grab a watch or his cell. Sonic walked around to the back of the house and removed the plywood away from the door and set it to the side. He thought about trying the front door, but remembered it was locked from the inside and he didn't have another bobby pin, not to mention that he had nothing he could use to get the plywood off the frame. He was lucky to get the board off the back door. Also, he didn't want to take a chance of a cop or someone walking by and seeing someone trying to pick a lock on an abandoned house, although the clerk at the store and the kid he had scored off of today had been the only people he had seen in the last couple of days.
Sonic opened the back door and set the bags on the kitchen counter. "Ooooh." He moaned as the smell of dust and the staleness of the air filled his nostrils. "Oh. How the hell didn't I notice that before?" He asked himself. Guess I didn't notice it with what happened yesterday. He thought. Sonic stepped out the back door and looked around at the houses he could see from where he was standing. Even though that kid told him there wasn't anything to worry about, he still didn't want to take more chances. Sonic opened the door all the way and leaned the sheet of plywood against the door and fresh air rushed into the house for the first time in a while. Sonic walked back inside and inhaled slightly. The smell was still in the air, but it wasn't as extreme as it was when he first walked in. Now that the door was open, there was enough light coming in so Sonic could see inside. The first thing he noticed was the floor. The linoleum was a faded blue with a floral print. It was dirty, but all it needed was a good moping from what he could tell. He wasn't much of a housekeeper, but even he didn't like anything to get too dirty, but since he didn't have a mop, there wasn't anything he could do about it at the moment.
The walls were also covered in the same colored wallpaper, a floral pattern, but not the same as the floor. "Somebody really liked flowers." Sonic though out loud. He looked over toward the refrigerator. Sonic walked over to it and stood in front of it. He didn't hear the motor humming which meant it was broken or it was just unplugged. The fridge was nestled into a small alcove, made just for a refrigerator. Sonic let out a long sigh. "Fun time." He said, gripping the fridge with both hands and pulling as hard as he could. "Nnngn!" Sonic grunted as the fridge barely budged from its position. Sonic pulled again, and the fridge budged another half-inch. Sonic released his grip on the fridge and took a step back. "You're not gonna be easy, are you?" Sonic asked the fridge. He studied the situation carefully, planning his next move carefully. He looked at one side and saw there was about a three-inch gap between the side of the fridge and the wall. He looked at the other side and noticed there was the same amount of space on the other side. The wheels in Sonic's mind began to turn and he quickly formulated a plan. Sonic planted his feet and took a firm grip on both sides of the fridge. "Ok. Let's do this." He said, rocking the fridge from side to side, back and forth, walking it out of the alcove it was set in.
Sonic managed to move the fridge out enough where he could look behind it, but there wasn't enough light for him to see anything. "Be right back." Sonic said and went upstairs to grab his flashlight. He flicked it on and quickly shined the light in his hand. The batteries were dying, but it gave off enough light where he could see. He took his position at the fridge again and flicked on the light. He looked around and saw the fridge was plugged in. "Dammit." He said quietly, flicking off the light. He set the light on the counter behind him and began to move the fridge back into place, but stopped. "What if the plug..." He trailed off, and grabbed the light again and flicked it on. The light was almost dead, but he would only need it for a few more seconds if everything went right. Sonic reached out and poked the plug with the light. Nothing. He did it a few more times and still got the same result. He thought that the plug wasn't connecting inside the socket, but the fridge was just broken. He didn't have anything else to plug into the outlet and even if he did, it would only fit another refrigerator. "Ah, it was worth a shot." He said, sticking the light in his pocket and scooting the fridge back into its alcove and turning his attention to the bags of groceries.
He pulled out everything and set it on the counter in front of him. It was mostly canned goods, but he did buy a few cans of vegetables. He thought about buying a little meat, but if he did, he had no way of keeping it or cooking it for that matter. At least now he knew what he could and couldn't have. He put the cans in the cabinet next to the sink. He gave the shelf a good once over and didn't notice any rat or mouse droppings and put the bread in as well and closed the door. Sonic grabbed his soda and polished it off, setting the empty bottle on the counter and grabbing the TP.
Sonic opened the door and stuck them under the sink after making sure that it wasn't leaking. If they got wet, he'd have to sacrifice one of his shirts. Sonic laughed at the notion and walked out of the bathroom. Both the kitchen and front room were aired out pretty well now but he decided to leave the door open a while longer. He walked into the bedroom and over to the window. The same musty smell was in the bedroom too and he grabbed the board that was nailed to the window and pulled. It came off without many problems and he set it next to the window. Sunlight filled the room and Sonic could see dust floating through the air as it passed through the sunbeams shining through the window. Sonic looked out and didn't notice anyone outside. He didn't worry about the house next door since its windows were boarded up in the same fashion as his were.
Sonic set the board aside and opened the window. Fresh air rushed into the room and he welcomed it. "That's better." He said. Now that there was light where he could really see, he took a good look around. The room was dirty, but only as bad as the kitchen had been. Dusty, but not much else. Sonic walked over to the side of the bed and saw it was broken down on one side he had slept on, but still useable. There were no sheets or pillows on the bed, just his bag and clothes he had set there. There was also a dresser and a small nightstand in the room, but that was all for furniture. He opened the dresser drawers and they were empty. He moved the shirt he used to dry off earlier and tossed it to one side and grabbed the bag and dumped everything out on the bed.
The clothes fell in a pile in the middle of the bed and he grabbed the single pair of shorts and pants he had grabbed and placed them in one drawer, followed by his socks and so forth until he had everything put away, leaving the clothes he had taken off earlier on the bed. He tossed the dirty one's back into the bag, tied the string up on the opening so they didn't fall out and tossed it next to the bed. He knew he'd have to wash them eventually and he realized it would have to be done by hand since he had no washer or money to go to a Laundromat or even knew where one was. The last thing left was to put his shirts away. Sonic opened the closet and found it was empty, save for a single metal hangar on the rod. "Hey, now I can watch TV!" He said, grabbing it and setting it on top of the dresser.
Sonic opened a drawer and tossed them inside indiscriminately to get that out of the way. He shut the door and Sonic yawned and stretched his arms. He guessed it was around four but felt like he had been awake all day and night. He yawned again. He went out of the room and shut and locked the backdoor and went back into the bedroom walking over to the bed and sitting down on the side. Sonic pulled off his clothes and tossed them next to him on the bed, leaving his boxers on, letting the wind coming through the window blow over him. It was calming and it made him even sleepier. He reached down and grabbed the bag of clothes and placed it at the head of the bed and used it as a pillow, and pulled the blanket over his legs. That little jog I had earlier must've drained me. Sonic thought. He lay back on the bag and shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A while later:
"Oh, let me go back to sleep." Sonic begged himself, but his body refused to oblige him. He had one of those really good dreams that you didn't want to wake up from. "I take that as a no." He said, stretching his arms and legs and lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He looked over toward the window and saw the sun was still out, yet it was getting dark. He hoped he would only sleep for an hour, but now he wanted to go back to sleep. Sonic smiled as he remembered it, still vivid in his mind. It was the night before he had left Sally to go up to the mountains to finish the last Misery book. He kicked himself on the inside again for his body to wake him up out of the best dream he had in months. He was still a little groggy from his nap, but he hauled his legs over the side of the bed and stood up and stretched, his body awakening from its peaceful slumber. Blue reached down and adjusted his boxers. They felt bunched up like they usually did after he woke up, but they still felt uncomfortable. He looked down and saw the reason why. 'Little Sonic' was awake.
He went to the bathroom and did his business, but he was still aroused. That dream had gotten him fired up and Sonic grinned. He reached down under the sink and grabbed a roll and opened it, taking off a few sheets of paper and returning to his room. Even though he was alone, he shut the door and locked it. He made the mistake of forgetting to lock the bathroom door once when he was living with Tails before he moved in with Sally and the fox had walked in on him. Tails walked in, saw what was going on and walked out without saying a word. The pair didn't speak to each other for the rest of the day and just avoided each other. The morning after, Tails was having breakfast when Sonic walked in. Tails had made him breakfast too and Sonic sat down and the pair ate in silence.
It was quiet for only a few minutes, then Sonic heard the sounds of snickering coming from Tails. Sonic blushed and put a hand in front of his eyes, trying to ignore it, but it went from quiet snickering to full on gut wrenching laughter. Sonic gave Tails a 'I-hate-you-so-much-right-now' glare. "Sorry for laughing, Sonic, but it was an accident." Tails said, finishing off the bacon on his plate. Sonic set his fork down. "It's not funny." Sonic said. Gazing down at the plate in front of him, wishing he were anywhere but where he was at the moment. "Look. It's not that bad. It's not like you're the only one that's had someone walk in on them." Tails said. He covered his mouth, trying to keep the words from escaping his mouth, but it was too late. Tails turned his gaze toward the floor. Sonic looked up and saw Tails had the same look of embarrassment on his face that Sonic had. "It-it happened to you too?" He asked. Tails nodded. Suddenly he felt better about what had happened. "Who was it?" Sonic asked. He knew it hadn't been him so he figured it had to be one of the others.
Tails took a deep breath and let it out. "You promise you won't laugh?" Tails asked, wishing he was somewhere else at the moment. "Promise. Like I said, it's not funny." He said. Tails took a deep breath and let it out. "Well, the first time it happened, Knuckles walked in on me." He said, and buried his head in his arms, trying to hide from the shame. Sonic didn't say anything for a few seconds and peeked at Sonic through the corner of his eye. Blue was just staring at him. "Knuckles?" He asked, his voice flat and emotionless. "Yeah." Sonic heard Tails voice mutter. There was silence for a few more seconds then the room filled with laughter. Tails looked up quickly and saw Sonic bent over the table laughing as hard as he had when Sonic had come out of his room earlier. "Knuckles? Really?" Sonic managed to somehow speak through the laughter. This time, it was Tails' turn to glare at Sonic. Blue's laughter subsided a minute later and he was able to speak again. "Sorry. Sorry." He said, wiping away a few tears. "Okay. I guess I deserve that." Tails said, pulling his head up off the table.
"Yeah, you did." Sonic said and took a bite of his food. "So did he enjoy the show?" Sonic asked, busting up laughing again. He knew it was rubbing salt in the wound, but he couldn't pass up an opening like that. Tails expression changed from embarrassment to anger. "You think that's funny! Well you did it too!" He yelled, pointing at Sonic. Sonic stopped laughing and stared at Tails. "Wha-" He trailed off. The anger faded from Tails as quickly as it had overcome him. It was a secret Tails' had kept until now. "Yeah. I, uh, never said anything for obvious reasons, but, yeah. You did. Once." Sonic looked at the fox in disbelief. "When?" Sonic asked. He didn't want to and he felt weird asking, but it was like having a Christmas present and not being able to open it. He had to know.
"A few weeks ago I went to bed early. I was tired, but I couldn't go to sleep. I laid there for a good two hours, but I just couldn't fall asleep. So I figured if I, uh, you know, did it, it might make me sleepy. So I started and I guess you heard me." Tails noticed Sonic had his head buried in his hands again. "Oh God." He said. "You said you wanted to know, so I'm letting you know." Tails said. Sonic let out a small why-did-I-ask growl as Tails continued. "I remember. I was going to bed and I had to go to the bathroom. I heard you making the noises you make when you're having a bad dream and I thought I'd check in on you. But I guess it wasn't a dream." Sonic said. He remembered everything now. "Hey, at least it was dark, right?" Tails said. Sonic nodded. "Yeah." Sonic said.
He reached out and put a hand on Tails' shoulder. "Look, how about we forget this whole thing, huh?" Tails smiled and nodded. "Agreed." He said. "And from now on, make sure we lock the doors." Tails said laughing. Sonic nodded. "Or hang a sock on the doorknob." He said laughing as well.
Sonic went over to the window and pulled the plywood over the window enough so air would still come through the window, but no one would see him if they did. He doubted it, but he wasn't about to get careless. He went over to the side of the bed and took off his boxer's and let them fall on the floor and climbed in the middle of the bed; Sonic leaned against the wall and brought his legs up to his chest.
Sonic took a few deep breaths and began. He started slowly at first, thinking back on the dream as the fuel for the fire. It wasn't very hard to remember since it was still fresh in his mind. Sonic closed his eyes, focusing specifically on certain images, especially the way Sally had looked in the moonlight. As he continued, his pace quickened slowly but surely. Even though the window was open and the air flowing inside was cool, Sonic's body began to get hot from his passion and he began to sweat. His breathing went from normal to heavy; he began moaning and squirming around on the bed, his body tingling from the pleasure and excitement. It had been a while since he had sex and even longer since he had went solo, but this time it was intense. He knew it had been building up for sometime and he knew when it happened, it was going to be powerful.
Sonic stopped and took a small breather. He lay on the bed, panting, sweating and relishing every sensation. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with his hand and waited a few minutes, then started back up again. Sonic switched his pace from slow to fast, mixing it up every couple of minutes to throw himself off balance, attempting to keep the train going for as long as he could.
But soon, he felt it all coming to an end. The familiar tingling as everything began to come to the logical conclusion point. Sonic wanted to go quicken his pace, but forced himself to slow down, making it last as long as he could. It worked, but only for a few minutes more. As the conclusion neared, he grunted and moaned as he felt an explosion of the purest pleasure burst in his nether regions as Sonic lurched forward and his body tensed and his toes curled as one of the most powerful orgasm's he had ever experienced coursed it's way through his body.
Sonic fell back against the wall, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. "Mmmmmm!" Sonic moaned. "Oh, hallelujah." He said. Blue leaned back against the wall for a few moments to gather himself. He stood up and went into the bathroom and tossed the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed it. He grabbed a little more and finished cleaning himself up, ran his hands under the water to wash them as best he could, then returned to the bedroom and put his boxers back on, not even bothering with the rest of his clothes. He thought about taking a shower to wash the sweat off, but he didn't want to bother with the cold. After waiting a few minutes, he grabbed the flashlight off the nightstand next to the table and the coat hangar off the dresser and left the room.
It wasn't dark enough for him to have to use the flashlight, but he didn't want to be stumbling around in the dark tying to find it. Sonic walked over to the TV and turned it on. It made the same noises as it had when he first turned it on and a few seconds later, the screen aglow with static; the speakers spitting out the faint sounds of static. It wasn't a big TV or the newest model. In fact, it looked pretty old. Sonic guessed it was at least 15 years old if not older. It didn't even have the video jack's on the back for a DVD player. It didn't even come with a remote. Sonic noticed that the front had two four knobs. One to change the channel; one to turn it one; a volume knob and one that had been broken off long ago.
Sonic took the metal hangar and straitened it out as well as he could. He turned the set to the side, stuck the flashlight in his mouth, turned it on and stuck it in the antenna port in the back. It resisted at first, but he managed to make it fit. "Let's see if this old girl still works." He said, reaching up and twisting the channel knob. He went through the first few channels and picked up nothing but static. "Come on, now. I know you still have it in you." He said, trying to will the TV into doing what he wanted. He went through a few more channels, and finally came upon one that picked up a station. It was faint, but it was a signal. He moved the hangar around, attempting to bring the picture into focus. It worked somewhat, but not well enough to get a clear picture; it did pick up sound though.
Sonic turned the volume up enough where he could hear it. It was one of those talk shows that constantly focused on one topic all the time, usually paternity tests or a guy slept with a woman that turned out to be a man. He couldn't stand those shows, but Sally loved them. She tried to get him to watch them, but he always managed to get out of it. Sonic kept fiddling with the antenna, eventually bringing in the signal clear enough for him to see it. "I forgot how big a pain in the ass TV used to be. But I can't complain." Sonic said, flipping through the rest of the channels. "Your not so bad." He said, slapping the wall in front of him.
Sonic finished with the TV and turned it back to its original position. It's not too bad here. He thought, walking into the kitchen and turning on the only light in the house. It flickered on and bathed the kitchen and living room in a soft, white light. He switched off the flashlight and tossed it on the couch. The TV might be a B&W set and the showers might be cold, but it is a place to stay. Sonic heard the familiar sound of his stomach growling. "Oh, you getting hungry?" He asked, placing a hand on his belly. It rumbled again, and he rubbed it softly. "Ok, ok. Hold on a minute." He said, walking into the kitchen and opening the cupboard. He grabbed the bread and a can of tuna and set them on the counter. Sonic also grabbed one of the plastic bags he had left on the counter and spread it on the counter in front of him. He wasn't about to put anything down on the counter's surface that was going into his mouth.
Sonic opened the bread and took out two slices, closed the bag and placed it back inside the cabinet. Next, he turned his attention to the tuna. He picked it up and realized that he didn't have a can opener. "Shit." Sonic cursed under his breath. Almost everything he had bought was easy to open; except for the tuna. He had grabbed them without thinking. Sonic set the can down on the counter and began rummaging through the silverware drawer. It was empty except for a broken spoon and the plastic silverware tray. He lifted the tray up and looked underneath it. There wasn't enough light for him to see well and he went back to the couch and grabbed the flashlight. He turned it on and shined it inside the drawer. Way in the back, he saw it lying against the back of the drawer. Sonic reached in and pulled it out. It was old and beginning to rust, but the sharp edge that cut into the can still looked sharp; otherwise it was in good condition. He closed the drawer and set it on the lip of the can and pressed down. The sharp point dug into the metal and when it pierced through the lid, a small 'whoosh' could be heard as air rushed into the opening.
Blue quickly opened the can and drained the water off of the can and dumped the tuna on the bread, digging his finger inside the can and digging out any tuna that remained inside. He took the sandwich and headed to the couch, sat down and dug in. Sonic reached out and changed the channel. He turned the knob until he stumbled on a sitcom. It wasn't his favorite, but it beat the news or infomercials. He finished his sandwich and his stomach gave off a low growl. "You're welcome." He said, rubbing his belly again. The sandwich had filled him up. He felt like he had just eaten ten chilidogs. Sonic remembered when he could actually put away ten chilidogs and not even blink an eye. Now, one sandwich was almost too much for him. He brushed it off. He wasn't eating like he used to. Going from eating three times a day to once every couple of days had shrunken his stomach. He didn't need a doctor to tell him that. He could just feel it.
Sonic watched TV for a while until he began to feel sleep begin to call his name. "OK. I guess it's that time, isn't it?" He said, standing up and yawning; he stretched and reached over and turned the TV off. He readied the flashlight and made sure the back door was locked and turned the kitchen light off. He flicked the flashlight on and walked into the bedroom and locked the door behind him. "Man, what a day." He said, setting this duffel at the head of the bed and sprawling out in the middle of it, pulling the blanket over his legs. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. There was some moonlight streaming through the window, bathing it in a very bluish-white glow.
He thought about his situation. It could have been worse. He did manage to find a house that was empty, had electricity, a bed and running water and a TV to boot, which to him was like finding El Dorado. But there were still problems he had to deal with. What would he do for clean clothes? It wasn't like there was a Laundromat he could use; even if there was, he didn't have the money for it anyway. What about food? Sure, there was enough for at least a week. Two if he had to stretch it. But what would he do when he ran out? Not to mention cash. He barely had enough to buy anything, let alone food. And his habit. How was he going to keep that up? It wasn't like there was any place he could get it from for free anymore. "Oh fuck it. I'll just figure it out in the morning." He said, and rolled over on his side and fell asleep.
I really don't have anything to add here. Thanks for reading.