Chapter 25 ImpromptuSLAM! The black hedgehog banged his fist on the door so hard that he felt the bruise start to form on his hand. There was also a dent in the door, but he overlooked it, his mind too distracted by what his sinister side wanted to do right now. He never felt his blood boil like this, his mind race with so many thoughts, and his whole body starting to ache with guilt and frustration and emotions Shadow didn't want to begin to discover. Banging again on the door, not as hard this time, he screamed, "Open this fucking door!" No answer, of course, and with every passing second he felt himself losing more and more sanity as he desperately tried to keep his grip on reality. He banged again. "You opened this door for food; you can open it for me." Silence. He wanted to punch something, preferably her skull, but in a silly attempt to keep his cool he punched the wall instead, hoping the violent attack would release some bottled up hatred.
He waited, but there was no answer. He could hear movement on the other side of the door so he knew she wasn't dead or asleep. There was only one thing that would get her to open the door. It went against everything he believed in. Well, everything he didn't believe in. He took a deep breath, and in an attempt to sound dominant and scary he said through the door, pronouncing every syllable clearly and slowly,
"Open this goddamn door, or you'll see how I punish bad slaves."
And as silly as that may sound to anyone else, Shadow knew that it would scare the living shit out of any and every slave. And thankfully, it worked. The door opened up slowly and the purple, now crying, cat stood in the doorway, but Shadow could see that even though she was crying she looked very serious and even defiant. But she was unable to keep this unordinary stance for long. Without saying anything, Shadow grabbed her arm and led her out into the hallway and dragged her to the front door, throwing her down onto the floor by the door. "What are you doing?" she asked, holding her abused arm.
"Shut up," he said quietly. His main concern was not waking Rouge up, if he hadn't already with his shouting before. He left Blaze on the floor while he ran to the guest room she was occupying to get her things, until he realized that she didn't bring anything with her and the only things that belonged to her was her collar, leash, and sheath, the latter of which Rouge thrown out. He walked back out to where Blaze was still sitting and grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up. In retrospect he knew he was being too rough on her, mentally and more importantly physically. But he didn't allow his mind to re-consider what he was going to do. He didn't allow any new and maybe even smarter ideas to enter his head. The only thing that was allowed to stay was the phrase that he repeated over and over: Get her out.Locking the door behind him he led her outside, surprised at how she stopped struggling immediately after they left the house and went outside. She figured out what Shadow was planning to do with her. Her only regret was that she wasn't able to say goodbye to Rouge. But she wanted this, so, goodbye or not, she would allow the black hedgehog to do this.
Said hedgehog was now busy contemplating on how he would do this. It would be impossible to drive her there on his motorcycle, namely because there was no way in hell he would let this slave anywhere near his prized possession. It was too far to walk there. So the option he was left with was to call a cab. When his transportation finally arrived he wasted no time in getting him and his burden into the car, making sure to tie off the cats leash tightly to the seat in front of him, so any movement on her part would be an equal amount of pain and difficulty. And also, very uncomfortable, as she was now leaning forward in an awkward position with her neck low and her body trying to compensate for it. Shadow wanted to make sure that, despite how she had stopped struggling and instead went completely submissive for him, that there would be no trouble in doing this God-awful task to her. But by the look in her eyes, he could see that she was in no mood to argue. She looked completely submissive and even content with this which was odd for a slave but definitely normal for an odd-ball like herself. Besides, it was what she wanted wasn't it? Shadow was simply giving her the life she felt she deserved, wasn't he?
The only emotion that was slightly notable in her eyes was a small sense of fear. It could be a number of things that were scaring her at this moment so Shadow wasn't sure what she was exactly afraid of. And again, this well-deserved sense of guilt that had enveloped the black hedgehog burned ever more fierce-fully, reminding him that what he was doing wasn't only wrong, but shameful, and all fingers pointed to him in the sense of who was to blame for this. Rouge was going to hate him, Blaze would look at him with those unforgiving fearful eyes for as long as she could, and he would feel that painful guilt forever. But, taking all of this into account, when the cab driver asked where his two passengers were headed, Shadow had no hesitation in his voice when he gave his answer.
"I need you to take me to the nearest SlaveHouse," he said.
XXXXX"Hmmm… my little white angel… I love playing with you…" The voice sent daggers through her spine. It had been so long since she heard it that when the figure finally said something to her her body grew cold and tears welled up in her eyes. He spoke like this when he was punishing her. He spoke like this when he was fucking her, too. His tone turned malice and hateful and every syllable was the equivalent of a slap in the face for her. His voice probably scared her more than his actions. It was disgusting, horrible, scary, and after the separation between them, she had forgotten how awful having to listen to it really was. "But… why did you have to run away from us little Rougey?" That voice sent another set of daggers through her body. It was different from the first but she knew who the owner of it was. It was younger than the first voice, but just as evil and sadistic. She wasn't use to this voice either, and as soon as the words hit her ears she felt a tear fall from her eye onto her cheek. The voice was nasty and ugly and she wanted to get away from it. But it only got closer and closer to her, as did the first one. "We were afraid that… we wouldn't find you again." "We were so worried about you…" Lies. All lies.
When she did wake up it was dark in her room, but it was most likely because of the curtains being drawn on the windows. She was glad to be in Shadows room, and also glad that her nightmare was only a nightmare and nothing more. She knew what the nightmare interpreted. If they were ever to find her here, which Shadow strictly told her that such events would be prevented ASAP, the dream that she just had would come true. They would take her back and punish her for leaving. Her former Master would do things to her that weren't even relatively fathomable. Blaze's Master would aid Mephiles in disciplining his former slave. She would have to relive every terrifying moment from her past and her dreams again and again and this time she would never wake up from them. But what would hurt the white bat the most, much more than any whip on her back or knife slicing her wounds back open could ever inflict, was the lies they would tell. The hedgehog's voices would be soft, fake, but soft, and almost as if they were talking to a small child. They would tell her how upset they were to see her abandon them, and how glad they are to have her back. No, they weren't upset. They were angry. Angry that they couldn't kill her. Angry that she was able to get away from them so easily. Angry that she inspired Blaze to do the same, or so Rouge was told. And they wouldn't be glad to have her back. They would be lucky. Lucky, because they know how smart of a girl Rouge is, and how getting her back would be incredibly difficult. Those lies would tear at her soul every minute of every day until finally they decided that she suffered enough torture at their hands and she was of no use to them, and they finally killed her.
Of course, Shadow convinced her that this scenario would never happen, because he would be there to prevent it and protect her. "I promised that I would protect you, to never let him near you again." There was softness in his voice when he said that, real softness. She wished she could have recorded it just so she would be able to play it over again and have it comfort her. She believed him. She believed every word. But she was so scared too. "You're so fragile, like glass." She believed that too. She was fragile, and if her savior Shadow failed to keep his promise she would surely break at the hands of Mephiles and Silver.
She was shaking with fear, as she always did, and she wondered briefly why Shadow wasn't in the bed with her. She also wondered where Blaze was. But instead of going to look for them she remained in the bed and repeated Shadows kind words in an effort to try and disintegrate some of her fear. "He won't let them find me," she told herself. "He promised, he promised me that he would keep me safe. And I believe him." Because the past, well, her past at least, frightened her severely, she decided to think about the future, when all of this would be, hopefully, over. Would she stay with Shadow for the rest of her life? He made it seem that way, by removing her collar and allowing her a life of ease. Would they ever become more than friends? Rouge doubted it, but hoped for it anyway. She liked Shadow, and since she knew that she would never be able to live a life with someone else without them knowing that she technically still is and always will be a slave, she convinced herself to use the word love instead of like. She loved Shadow, and would be content with living with him even if he didn't love her back. They didn't need to be lovers, but simply good friends and housemates. Rouge didn't want to live without his safety and kindness and protection. She didn't want to live without him. She scolded herself for becoming so attached to him, just like she became attached to Mephiles. But Shadow was different. He wouldn't put so much effort in saving a slave-girl if he had no intention of ever becoming friends with her. Right?
Stop scaring yourself and do something productive, her logical side told her. Although she was still tired she was in no mood of having another nightmare, so she got up and went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. When she got out she was surprised to see no sign of Shadow or Blaze. Walking all around the house she still didn't seem them. The last place she looked was the kitchen, and still nothing. She felt herself getting worried, and she started to panic when the only answer she received when she called out their names was her own echo. She felt herself slip on something on the floor, and looking down she saw two small pieces of paper. Picking them up she read what was scribbled on them in pencil. The first paper read "I'm s." The second one read "orry." Putting them together they read the phrase "I'm Sorry."
"I'm sorry?" Rouge said out loud. She knew this wasn't Shadows hand writing, so it must have been Blaze's. But what would she write "I'm Sorry" for? And why would it be ripped in half?
Immediately, Rouge started to fear the worst.
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The ride in the taxi couldn't have been any longer. Shadow purposely moved to a town that didn't have a SH near him, so now he had to sit for a half hour with this girl until they finally got there, the guilt he was feeling becoming more and more evident. Her expression was the same, never faltered once, and the hedgehog forced himself to stare out the window and ignore her.
"Sir, I'll have to ask you to please turn off your cell phone. I have too much electrical equipment up here and I'm afraid your device could interfere with it," the cab driver said. Shadow never even got a good look at the driver, whom he saw was a male grey hedgehog, at least ten years older than him, with pale blue eyes and quills that were short and jagged, unlike Shadows which were kept groomed and straight. He looked over to the equipment the driver was talking about, and indeed there were computers and wires and cameras and things that looked unnecessary for a cab driver to have. This type of equipment should be in a police car, which it was, but the government wasted money in giving taxi cars all of these excess electronics too. Forget a cell phone, even the slightest wrong touch could probably break one or more of these things. Which reminded Shadow, "Sir, I don't have a cell phone."
"Oh," the cab driver said. "Then what is that beeping I'm hearing? It's not coming from up here." Shadow perked his ears up and sure enough there was a low beeping sound that sounded like a cell phone. But he didn't know where it was coming from. "I don't know Sir," he told the driver. "I don't have a cell phone on me."
"Does it have a cell phone?" He gestured his head to Blaze, referring to her as an it rather than a she. "No, she doesn't," Shadow said.
Forgetting the beeping sound, the cab driver looked back and gave Blaze a small smile. "She's pretty cute," he told Shadow. Blaze didn't look up, or even acknowledge the compliment. Shadow simply shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with anyone, but he knew that talking to someone would take his mind off of what he was planning to do with her. "You have any slaves?" Shadow asked the driver, which was redundant to ask because he already knew what the answer would be.
"Yeah, three of them," he said.
"Three? They probably give you a lot of trouble, no?" Shadow said carelessly.
"No, I paid to have them all properly trained." He talked about them as if he was talking about cars, not actual people. Shadow decided to stop the conversation before he got sicker. Was this the way that all Masters talked about their slaves?
A little while later, the driver took another look at Blaze, who didn't move an inch the entire ride. Shadow almost had the urge to ask if the driver wanted to buy her from him, since it seemed he took a liking to her. Before he could mention it, the driver said, "You know, a lot of Masters are doing that nowadays."
"Doing what?" Shadow asked.
"Piercing their slaves back. At first I thought it was pretty weird but now that I see it up close it looks kind of cool. I've seen some Masters who pierce the entire back in one straight line but I like the way you did it, only one on her back."
What the fuck is he talking about? "I didn't pierce her back," Shadow said.
Without turning around the grey hedgehog said, "Then what's that red thing on her back?" The minute the drivers words hit the air Shadow saw a look of panic enter Blazes face. The black hedgehog examined Blazes back trying to find the piercing the driver was talking about. He didn't remember seeing anything on Blazes back before. Then again, he never remembered even seeing her naked before. She would always say that she didn't need help getting dressed, thus Shadow never saw her skin other than her arms and legs. But now, because she was sitting on her shirt, the more bent over she was the more of her lower neck and upper back were exposed. And Shadow could see a small red dot right under her shoulder blades. But it wasn't a piercing. Examining it closer he could see it was a small, one inch in diameter, red dot that was nailed to her skin like a piercing. There were marks on her skin all around the pierced dot that looked as if each small cut was once a place where the dot used to be, like how if you take an earring out the mark on your ear will still be there. Every couple of seconds the dot glowed red and beeped. That was the beeping the driver was hearing before.
"It is a piercing, isn't it?" the driver asked him. "Yeah," Shadow lied. It wasn't a piercing. It was a tracking device that happened to be pierced into her skin. G.U.N. used to make these tracking devices and many others, and Shadow remembered this one. Not only was it a tracking device, but it was a wire too. It worked almost like a walkie talkie; the person who had one dot, the main dot, could hear what the person with the other dot (the secondary dot) was saying and what those around the dot were saying within a specific radius. SH's used to, and some still do, put these into slaves in case they managed to escape. That way, if they did escape, they would be able to track them. But these devices were faulty, and the tracking wasn't very accurate. That's where the walkie talkie aspect came in. Along with tracking, the dot could now pick up sounds caused by and around the slave carrying the dot, and this was extremely accurate. The dot would be able to decipher the words spoken by the slave and anyone that happened to be around them. Shadow remembered having to test these devices, and its accuracy was 100%. The device was very futuristic, and many people still use them today.
For slaves, these were usually painfully injected into the skin, but Blaze had hers pierced onto her skin. That would mean that its ability to pick up words would be easier, but piercing it into someone's skin would be excruciatingly painful. Yet, Blazes was right there on her back. And it was beeping. If he remembered correctly, the dot would beep when the user with the main dot wasn't using it. In other words, the person that was being tracked has been tracked, and the main dot was finished using the secondary dot. But Shadow didn't see the main dot on her, so he knew that she didn't have it. But he had a feeling about who did. And he had a feeling about why the dot was pierced on her skin. Not because someone wanted to find her. But because someone wanted to find the person that would be around her. And by the look on Blazes face when he found the dot, he could see that his crazy prediction was right.
The only words he could form out of his mouth were, "You little bitch!" And he felt that those words were 100% accurate.
XXXXXStill holding the pieces of paper in her hand Rouge sat at the table and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for, though. But there was nothing else she could do. The whole time she waited she wondered how Shadow could do something so cruel to her. She knew he was out giving Blaze back to the SH, but he couldn't even wait for Rouge to say goodbye first? Why would he do something so terrible? Without even telling her? In a crazy way, Rouge felt like this was her fault. But she couldn't explain why she felt so. I can't believe he would do that to me, she thought. Maybe I'm the one to blame? Why did he decide to do this without at least telling me?By the way the front door flew open and two black and purple blobs flew into the kitchen at supersonic speed (no pun intended), she felt like she would get her answers very soon.
Shadow busted his way through the front door, taking only a few seconds to close and lock it securely, and ran into the kitchen, dragging Blaze along with him. He grabbed the scruff of her neck and forced her head onto the table while he held her arms behind her back tightly. His fur was ruffled and he was breathing heavily, so Rouge guessed that he ran here. The look on his face was of absolute anger. "Shadow…?" was all Rouge could make out. "This little bitch was wearing a wire!" Shadow screamed. He let go of Blaze, who didn't dare move from her submissive and defenseless spot, and he started punching walls and repeating those seven words. He screamed so loudly in his raging fury that Knuckles could probably hear him all the way on Angel Island.
"What are you talking about?" Rouge managed to say, afraid to make a move as Shadow had his fit. He walked over to Blaze and grabbed her collar and forced her up from the table. He turned her around so her back was to Rouge and pulled down her shirt to reveal the red dot, the "wire" he was talking about. "She was wearing this the whole time she was here," Shadow said. He quickly explained to Rouge what the red dot's purpose was and how everything that Blaze said was being recorded by the person who had the main dot. And, unfortunately, everything that Rouge and Shadow said had been recorded too, since they were always near Blaze.
Rouge walked over and touched the glowing and beeping dot that was attached to Blazes skin. She felt Blaze wince slightly at the touch. "You were wearing this the whole time Blaze?" Rouge asked her. Shadow answered, "She's been recording everything we've said! I told you she was fucking lying, Rouge! I told you! And you didn't fucking believe me!" He let go of Blaze and made his way into the living room to grab something. Blaze leaned against the table, looking defeated and worried. Rouge felt an equal amount of anger and disappointment inside of her. This whole time, Blaze had been recording Shadow and her. She was hiding something. And that something was as simple as a small red dot.
Shadow returned to the kitchen, his handgun in his hand. Pointing it at Blazes head he said, "I could fucking kill you for this!" Feeling the metal against her head she turned around and Shadow could see tears in her eyes. "Please, no! Let me explain!" But Shadow wasn't about to fall for that again. "Explain what? Another fucking lie of yours! I'm finished playing your little game, Blaze!" He was about to say more, but Rouge cut him off and pulled the gun away from Blazes head. "Let her explain, Shadow," she told him. "I know it sounds crazy, but I want to hear what she has to say. Even if it is a lie…"
"No, it's not. I promise, it's not a lie." The way Blaze said these words was so… odd. Rouge never heard her voice like that. It sounded so real, and honest. And for once, there was no smile on her face. She didn't look fake, like Shadow had mentioned when she first got here. She looked serious. "I'm finished lying," she said slowly, as if saying the words out loud for the first time. "I'm finished playing this game," she looked up at both of them. "This is the truth."
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"If you're going to kill me, Master Shadow, please, do it after I tell you the truth. Besides, you have every right to kill me." She looked at Rouge, and there was sincerity in her face and her tone of voice. "I didn't run away, Rouge. I wanted to, after I heard Master Mephiles mentioning to my Master that you managed to escape, but I didn't. I could have, though. They were so busy trying to locate you that they didn't really pay much attention to me. At first. But once they realized that it was too difficult for them to find you, they made me try and locate you instead. It was dumb luck that their plan actually worked when I saw you at the mall. I was surprised to see you, and regardless of whoever you were with, since I knew you couldn't be there alone, I was happy to see that you were still alive. I didn't want to tell Master Silver that I saw you, but he knew that I was hiding something and he tortured me until I admitted it." Shadow scoffed at the last part and Rouge shot him a deathly glare.
Blaze continued, "Master called Master Mephiles and told him that I saw you at the mall, but by that time you two already left. But Master Silver unfortunately found you and followed you home."
"He followed us home?" Shadow screamed. He couldn't believe that Rouge and him were tracked down that easily by a guy he didn't even know. He made sure to look behind him and get out as fast as he could. How the hell did this Silver guy manage to spot them?
"Yes, I'm sorry, but yes, he did. That's how he gave me your address and told me which house to go to. I didn't knock on every door in your neighborhood." Shadow was about to interrupt but Rouge cut in and said, "Shadow let her finish!" The story was making her sick, but she wanted to know the truth.
"Your Master and mine then came up with a plan to get you back," Blaze went on. "Their plan was to kill Master Shadow and take you back. They made me the bait. They knew you would answer the door if you saw me instead of two hedgehogs that you"- looking towards Shadow- "didn't know. I had to lie to you and tell you that I ran away from them so you would trust me. In reality, I didn't run away, they just cut me up and made me look dirty as if I did run away. They also put a wire on me so they would know if I actually made it to your house. Once they heard your voice Rouge, they knew that I succeeded. I pleaded and begged for them to not make me do this, but they forced me to. I ripped the little wire, the red dot, out of my back countless times-"
"That's why you have those small marks on your back?" Shadow recalled seeing them when she was bathing that first night. "And why you wouldn't let us see you naked? Because you knew we would see the dot if you took your clothes off in front of us?" Blaze nodded yes to all the questions. "They forced me to wear it. And once everything was in place they put their plan to action. They dropped me off at your house, made me lie to you, and also made sure that you were at this house. Now that they know where you are, Rouge, they plan to take you back."
"But why did you want to go back to the SH?" Rouge asked.
"That wasn't part of the plan. I made that up. Part of the reason why was because I didn't want to return to Master Silver. The original plan was to take me back once they came here and got you. But I didn't want to go back to them. The other part was because…" She trailed off.
"Because why?" Shadow asked strictly.
"…Because I became jealous."
XXXXX"Jealous of what?" Rouge asked her.
Blaze answered, "When you told me about the life you're living with Master Shadow Rouge, I found it, at first, hard to believe. What kind of Master would keep you as a friend when they could have you as their property? I never heard of something like that. But then I saw the way he treated you. He was… so nice to you. And he cared for you. And he didn't treat you like an object. He treated you as a real person."
"And that's why you were jealous? Because she had the life you didn't have?" Shadow asked.
"Yes. The life that I couldn't have."
"Bullshit. We told you that you could've stayed here with us. But you declined. You said you didn't want that life."
"I was only saying that because of them. I would do anything for this life. I would've gladly taken your offer. But… my forced obligation to them prevented me from doing that."
Shadow was confused. He walked over to Blaze whom backed away into the table. With a smirk on his face he said, "But you said you hated me. That you didn't like me. Why would you secretly be so willing to accept our offer if you confided to Rouge that you think I'm just a dirty mean Master like all the rest of them?"
With fear in her voice she said, "It's not that I didn't like you Master Shadow. I got attached to you. When I saw how nice you treated Rouge, and how you treated me, it only made me want this life more. I wanted so badly to be with you and Rouge, to live normally, but I knew I couldn't have that life. So to prevent myself from getting attached to you I distanced myself and lied and said that I'd rather go to the SH. Evidently, that didn't work."
It was silent for awhile. The weight of Blaze's heavy words sat on everyone's shoulders, and Blaze found it difficult to watch the expressions on Shadow and Rouges faces. Rouge began crying, half of her feeling rejected after being lied to by her friend, the other half feeling worried and scared. She collapsed into Shadows arms and cried into his chest, but her tears were of anger and not sadness. Shadow was holding back the urge to kill Blaze, because despite being lied to, he could see Blaze was forced into doing this. She walked up to Rouge sheepishly, feeling like a jackass, and hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Rouge. They forced me to do this. They fucking forced me to! I would never do something like this to you! But I didn't have a choice!"
With a defeated yet disgusted look on her face Rouge asked, "Is all of that true Blaze?"
Blaze nodded. "I'm so sorry I did this to you. And to Master Shadow." Shadow put his head in his hands. He felt so stupid. He had been had by a slave-girl. He briefly wished that he could go back and prevent Blaze from ever coming into his life. But it was too late now. He heard Blaze say to him, "If you're going to kill me, please do it after you turn them in. The only thing I want is to see them die. After that, you can do anything you want to me."
Truthfully, Shadow had been waiting a long time for her to say that. And truthfully, he was ready to accept her deal. But… he couldn't. He knew that he couldn't. "I'm not going to kill you Blaze."
Rouge was probably the happiest person to hear that out of the three of them, but she knew Shadow wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. "You aren't going to send her back to the SH are you?" He shook his head no. "It would be wrong of me to do that to her. She was forced to do this. They forced this plan on her. It's not her fault." It felt so foreign to him to talk like this. This was his rare side, his softer side. The side of him he entrusted into only one person in his entire life. It felt wrong, and it felt right.
Blaze looked up at Shadow gratefully. "Thank you so much Master Shadow. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I promise, I will do anything to make it up to you two. I promise."
"The only thing I want is your help. You've told us the truth. Now all I want to know is how sincere you are. Are you really willing to help us turn them in?"
"Yes, of course I am," she answered. "I want nothing more than to see them die. I never wanted to be in on this plan. Helping you is the least I could do."
Shadow smirked. "How do we know you're not lying to us about that?" It was a smart question, and also a tricky one. Blaze squinted her eyes, understanding what Shadow was saying, and with a shaking hand she reached behind her back, her face grimacing. Shadow and Rouge heard a small plink! and pulling her hand back she showed the hedgehog and bat the small red dot. Letting it fall to the floor she stomped on it once and cracked it, breaking it. Its senseless beeping finally ceased. Looking down at the small, now useless, red pieces, Blaze donned a look that was so rebellious it didn't show not a single crack of how much pain she must have been feeling after ripping the piercing out of her skin. "I'm not lying," she said to Shadow quietly. "I'm so sick of them… I just want them dead. I want them to suffer, for what they put me through."
"That makes three of us," Shadow said, finally putting his gun down on the table. "Are we finally going to do it then?" Rouge asked him. "Yes, we are," Shadow answered. "If there are no more" – he looked to Blaze – "interruptions."
Blaze asked, "You sure about this plan Rouge?" Her voice was shaky and anybody with a brain could tell she was nervous about what Rouge and Shadow were planning to do. She heard them talk about this plan during her brief stay here, and they even explained it to her, and even though it sounded foolproof, she didn't know if she was ready. But obviously, they were beyond ready.
"Blaze it's the only thing we could do," Rouge answered. "We've been waiting to do this forever." As she said this Shadow picked up the phone and started dialing. He was so glad to finally be able to do this. The longer he waited, the sicker and more nervous he became. Finally he would be able -
Ding Dong!
As he was dialing the last digit in 911, which didn't have many digits to begin with, the doorbell rang. Rouge and Blaze looked at him wondering who it could be. The first person that came to his mind was the cab driver. Considering that he literally ran out of the cab once he found out about Blazes deceit, the driver was probably back for his money that Shadow never exactly paid him. Another person that came to his mind was one of his many… um… "friends", i.e. Sonic or Tails.
Hanging up the phone that only needed one more digit for it to be connected to 911 Emergency, he gave a confused and disgusted look to Rouge and Blaze, because once again, he had been interrupted whilst he was trying to turn those two fuckers in. He walked to his front door, wishing there was a hole in it so he could see who was on the other side, unlocked it and opened it.
And as soon as he opened it, and saw who it was, a small thought ran through his mind. It lasted only a second, but he re-lived the thought, which was actually a conversation Rouge and him had when she was still a slave here and was still extremely scared:
Sighing, he took her hand and walked with her to the living room. "Rouge, they aren't going to find you here. They don't know where I live! They don't even know of my existence! There is no way they would be able to find you here. Understand?"
"I'm still scared…"
"Don't be. Even if, by some crazy and uncouth chance, they come and find you here, I won't let them do anything to you. I promise."
That was the thought that ran through his mind. And he remembered that happening. He remembered how confident he was. How frightened Rouge was. And how he stayed true to his promise.
And, as if by some crazy and uncouth chance, his promise would be put to the test by the man standing right outside his door. He was sure that this man, this man, would take his promise and crumple it into a balled up piece of nothing. It would be no mistake. No mistake at all.
Besides, it would be hard to mistake the green, snake-like eyes of the hedgehog standing right outside his door.
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