Prison Island Break
Co-Written by Breech Loader and SonicFrank
Breech: Some people wonder why Amy's so wise in PIB. I figure if she's going to fall for a convicted felon (or will she?), then that should be the only dumb thing about her. Sonic Team makes her so ditzy.
SonicFrank: What Breech meant to say was, fifty chapters! This is freaking EPIC.
Chapter Fifty: Nepotism
The infirmary. Early afternoon. Amy knew what this examination was for, and she was disturbed, for multiple reasons. Partly about a threesome - the first threesome in the history of Prison Island. There was no way she'd have authorised something like this. She was also disturbed when she wondered what kind of crazy woman would want to have sexual relations with two murderers at the same time. The girl must have some serious kinks for crazy men...
The door to the infirmary unlocked and opened, to show two guards escorting a cuffed Shadow, whose gaze gravitated to her almost instantly. She looked away before his soul-penetrating gaze could have her blushing – or worse.
A rather less pleasant sight was having one of the top three most important - and unpleasant - men in the prison, in her infirmary. If she was honest, looking at Shadow was actually an improvement.
"Good afternoon, Snively," she greeted the Head Of Security stiffly, trying as ever to keep a professional distance between them.
Snively was unattractive in almost every way a man could be. He stood nearly a head shorter than her, yet he was skinny and poorly built. The length of his nose rivalled Shadow Robotnik's striped spines. If his dreadful appearance, whiny voice and rude demeanour weren't enough to make him repulsive, there was also an extreme lack of respect involved, due to nepotism. He was Head of Security not because he in any way qualified for the title, but because he was Director Julian 'Eggman' Kintobor's nephew. He was bald at thirty, too, a few strands of hair combed over his head as if it made a difference.
"Good afternoon, Miss Blossom," the tiny man spoke, almost mockingly. "I just came to assess a certain anomaly with your patients, might I have a look-see at your office?" He was looking for something. A sure sign of corruptive intentions.
Amy found the man only very slightly less repulsive than Mephiles, due to a combination of how utterly pathetic and incompetent he could be, and due to Mephiles having actual charm to conceal how appalling he was. But she certainly couldn't turn down such a perfectly reasonable request, even though she suspected there was a catch involved, "Of course," she told him sharply, "I have nothing to hide."
The dark hedgehog grumbled, already shaking slightly in his cuffs. He had history with Snively. The type of history that could get someone killed. For the first time since Sonic had insulted him in front of her, one of his sessions with the lovely Doctor Blossom was being ruined. He stood quiet for now, glaring sharp red glass at everybody in the room.
"Oh really?" the bald reprobate had a way of extending the last syllable of every sentence to acknowledge his own cunning wit. And also mock her. "You see, I've been looking through some recent Security Footage, my dear, and it's come to my attention that certain... Staff members, have been either criminally rebellious, or submissively loyal," Amy knew exactly who, and what events, he was referring to. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice pointed everything out clearly. On top of that, he was grinning But he turned away from her, and changed the subject quickly. "Ah, and as fate would have it, Mister Robotnik is here!" he commented, facing Shadow. "This is an event that's lost its infrequency over the past month, isn't it? Tell me, is there something about this infirmary that you like, Prisoner?"
The striped hedgehog made a growling noise in his throat. Snively had a way of riling him up from the inside out. His attraction to Amy was hardly something he kept a secret. And the same went for his distaste for Snively. "The scenery is nice. But you're smudging it with your face."
Snively sneered, and despite the height difference still somehow managed to look down on Shadow, "Oh, so it can speak!" he chuckled, "Your patience with these irrational freaks and monsters never ceases to impress me, Doctor."
Amy shook her head. Why did inmates and wardens have to make things worse by creating baseless personal vendettas with each other? She pulled on a rubber glove, "Let's avoid the conversation and get this over with, Mister Robotnik," she told him, "Strip!" She snapped the glove to her wrist.
To do so, Shadow needed his handcuffs removed, at least temporarily. The two wardens did so, standing ready in case of any sudden movements. Of course, he considered, it was only a matter of time before they let themselves relax.
"Hmmm..." Snively hummed, out loud. Much like his uncle, he was much more comfortable keeping his business on the end of the human prisoners, deeming the anthros to be someone else's problem, rarely even addressing them. The exception to this seemed to be Amy Rose. Despite being an 'animal', as he labelled her kind, the bald man had a sick attraction to her that was almost as obvious as Shadow's. "I'll be checking over your office now, Miss Blossom. Surely I won't find anything that will be of consequence, hmmm? Although you're more than welcome to... Distract me... With your company…" he commented, turning back to Amy and walking towards her office door, hands behind his back.
Shadow unzipped his jacket loudly, frowning. Snively was hitting on Amy despite how uncomfortable it made her. And that made him angry. She could feel it.
"Ugh..." Amy just rolled her eyes as a glaring Shadow pulled off his jacket. It was passed to the guards, who soon shook out two razors and a shiv made entirely out of hardened papier-mâché - in prison that consisted of water, toilet paper and glue. If it wasn't for personal searches, things like that would get through metal detectors. She was already aware of Snively rummaging in her office shamelessly, not even attempting to be quiet.
"And here I thought I'd be the furthest choice you'd pick for consensual fornication, Doctor," Shadow's grin was cunning, "Pathetic, isn't he?" he nodded at the office, "Sure, I raped a lot of women. But I could always convince them to let me walk them home first…" He laughed to himself. Snively was out of the room, but he was still within earshot, and the dark hedgehog knew it.
Amy shook her head, unwilling to indulge him in a sick conversation regarding his violent sexual exploits, "Just keep still, Shadow," she told him, patting him down.
Shadow kept talking as Amy moved to keep checking him, "You might want to search deeper, dear doctor," he smirked, "Lord knows I'd show you the same kindness…" He was standing stock still as Amy fished another improvised shiv out of the thick fur there. Shadow clearly knew damn well that all this stuff would be found. She wasn't sure whether he did it out of habit, or just so that he'd get searched routinely.
Amy made the mistake of letting her eyes meet his while she patted down his chest. His gaze was both as hard and cold and sharp as cut ruby. He smirked graciously, as if he was granting her a favour just by not jumping forward and raping her, "Turn around, Shadow," she told him quickly.
"Of course, Amy…" he smirked, turning.
The bald man was in the Doctor's office, a space she had once been naive enough to think was her own. She could almost feel him rummaging. The man was a weasel more slimy than Nack; and had the authorization to break even the strictest of privacy regulations. Before Amy could even begin searching her patient, Snively called out to her, "Miss Blossom! Do come here; there's an unexpected something that I must ask you about!" His tone was coy. He was up to no good.
Amy's lips pressed into a thin line, "In a minute, Snively," she called back, unsuccessfully hiding a scowl, "It's important that I deal with Mister Robotnik here first."
Shadow couldn't help feeling like Amy's attention was being unwillingly shared. And he didn't like it. Being in the infirmary with her was one of the few pastimes he enjoyed on Prison Island, and having it spoiled spurred intentions to kill. "I never thought you'd prefer me over anyone, Doctor. I'll try to hide my blush," he told her, smirking widely. His expression returned to a stoic frown when Snively's slithering voice interrupted his fun again.
"Ah, pre-occupied with the undressing of that prisoner, hmm? Don't be too thorough, Miss Blossom," there was so much cunning treachery in his tone, Amy felt slightly molested just listening to it. She could hear him going through her drawers. Due to his position, he had the keys for the locked ones as well. Nothing was hidden from him.
"Fine!" Amy blurted, turning her back on the smirking Shadow and strode into her office. Snively wasn't even trying to be subtle, overturning her office with almost as much enthusiasm as a riotous convict. Shamelessly shuffling through her desk, casually flicking through private notes on patients, and even glancing at personal photographs of her family and friends before dropping them aside. It took all of her self-control not to slap his face, "What is it you want?" she snapped at him, not even bothering to close the door again, "Your voice is aggravating my patient!"
"Your patient, Miss Blossom, is nothing but a lowly prisoner who is so far beneath the excrement of society that he is being contained in this penitentiary, as those who govern this country choose to preserve such impudent forms of life for reasons unbeknownst to us individuals who are actually worthy of living," he told her with great satisfaction, "Surely you can forgive my lack of concern for its emotions. Perhaps you'd be better off directing yours at someone with a little more... pull... Around these parts," he eyed her up and down, thin lips forming a wry grin. "Have you confiscated this recently?" he asked, holding up the chocolate bar that she'd agreed to hold for Sonic, while also changing the subject before she could tell him to piss off.
Shadow, who was left standing shirtless with only two prison guards to keep him company, turned, but otherwise remained motionless, and submerged in anger. Snively was flirting with Amy. Nobody flirted with Amy. Nobody who made her feel uncomfortable anyway. Nobody who'd live to tell the tale. His eyes scanned the room and the position which he was being held in. Cuffs and chains could only restrict his movements so much. In some cases, they could aid… and thanks to Snively distracting Amy, he currently lacked his cuffs.
It was pointless denying anything to the Head of Security, "Yes, I did confiscate it," Amy glared, "And never, ever talk about my patients that way," she told him, loud enough to be heard by both the guards and Shadow in the main infirmary. Her dislike of the man actually had her siding with murderers and rapists, "You got that, Snively? I don't care how many keys you have; this is my infirmary. And while Shadow is in here, he is my patient. And if you have a problem with the way I treat him, you'll have to stop me physically." She drew herself up, looking down on Snively. It was hardly an overconfident challenge. He was so small and weak that there was no way he could overcome even her physically, and they both knew it.
"Is that an invitation, Miss Blossom?" he asked, before referring to the chocolate bar again. "You're aware that there is a Prison Policy regarding confiscations, hmm?" he asked, smirking widely. "Along with a procedure for properly annotating and disposing of such contraband. And it is contraband, Miss Blossom. You were thoroughly briefed on said policies and procedures upon your hiring. I recall; I taught the class. And your quills were much shorter then..." He paused, awaiting her response. He knew exactly where she'd gotten it from. She could sense it in her skin.
"Since when did you give a pig's ear about Prison Policy, Mr Kintobor?" Amy returned, dismissing the hypocritical, insulting statement and trying to steer the conversation, "If you have a problem with the contraband, dispose of it!" She shifted, uncomfortable in his presence.
Snively nodded in succession, studying her motives. "Hmmm..." With that, he tossed the chocolate bar on her table. "I'll have you know, Miss Blossom," he started, walking towards the door. He stepped past her, and stood in the doorway, giving the guards a signal to 'watch' Shadow closely, "That as Head of Security, one of my daily responsibilities is to personally review every last morsel of security footage; down to the very last cut. And certain... incidents, have come to my attention. Ones that you may very well be interested in having 'cut' from our security footage."
He was saying too much. Shadow was listening. And he was gaining knowledge. Amy knew this. And the red-eyed hedgehog was looking more and more impatient by the second. Growling, he stirred petulantly, a savage glare directed towards the little human. The wardens must have seen it too, because without waiting for him to pull his jacket back on, they snapped the cuffs back on his wrists.
Amy relaxed a little, "And you watched it happen and did nothing," she folded her arms, trying to maintain control of the situation, "If you were the doctor to 1,500 of the most dangerous men on this planet - in a prison designed to hold about a thousand - you might have a slightly better understanding of why I sometimes bend the rules. And as a result of having a little empathy, I can maintain a little relative peace in this infirmary. That's more than I can say for your weakass approach to cell discipline. Your total lack of competence results in convicts constantly fighting among themselves. And I should know, because I spend all day fixing 'em!"
Snively's demeanour almost had Amy thinking that his intentions were to walk out of the room. She was wrong, because he closed the door, leaving them alone. "Miss Blossom, I'll have you know that I am in complete compliance with your methods of... maintenance... In fact I even agree to some extent. It is your doctoral duty to promote tranquillity as much as possible in this place. You like to help these... miscreants. But I'd like to help you, and you are making things difficult..."
Shadow watched the door shut, but their shadows were still visible even behind the drawn shades. His ears perked up and he listened hard, while trying to maintain self-control. The conjugal was at stake. He had to maintain self-control... He had to. For the sake of his first conjugal… and the escape…
Amy glowered, "Firstly, Snively, if I wanted your help I'd ask for it," she waved at a security camera in the corner of her room, "And secondly, these miscreants, as you refer to them, are in and out of my office all day thanks to your ineptitude. Sometimes they feel the need to act out scenes of grief and vengeance here, where they feel safe - but ultimately they have more respect for me and my infirmary than you do."
Snively grinned, "Which is precisely why I'm to require some... Fare, to guarantee my silence involving your inappropriate, unprofessional fraternization with the likes of two certain hedgehogs... One on each end of the spectrum, no less…" He opened the door again, and took the chocolate bar. "It's your choice, Doctor. Make me happy, or I'll squeal... I'll be back in about an hour for you to… accept my proposal."
Amy barely had a chance to register what the feeble man was asking of her, because the moment he stepped out of her office, the guards both screamed in pain, and a ball of black and red stripes collided with Snively. The shock came as expected, but it caught the midget, too. "Miscreant?! MISCREANT?! I'll teach you all about miscreation, you fucking worm!" Shadow yelled, mounted over a screaming Snively while he worked his cuff chain around his neck, "You touch her, you DIE! No, hell with that, I'll kill you right NOW!"
Amy jumped back from shock, perhaps watching for a second or two longer than necessary as Snively wailed at the much stronger psychopath busily trying to throttle him. Lacking the strength or even the bravado to fight him, he was just trying to struggle away. She was suddenly horrified at the consideration of total inaction that went through her mind, and overcame the desire to do nothing. With them blocking the door, and the guards both whimpering on the floor in pain, temporarily immobilised, she turned and hurried back to her desk.
Shadow managed to wrap the chain around Snively's neck, and was successfully choking the life out of him. "She's mine, faggot..." Amy heard him snarl from her office, "You don't deserve her… Shit, neither do I! But I'll have her just the same, and I'll slaughter any inaugural fuckbag who punishes her for being the solitary angel in Hell!" He punched the Head of Security in the stomach with both fists, then scrabbled in his own pants and located a fourth shiv, this one imaginatively constructed from the carriage return of a typewriter. He stabbed it into Snively's shoulder and revelled in the scream of pain.
Entirely thanks to Snively's rummaging, Amy's desk was in chaos. She frantically started opening drawers, scrabbling in them for the right things then slamming them shut. Shadow was already getting ready for another stab. Her hand closed around what she needed, "Shadow, stop!" she ordered him, and amazingly he froze, the shiv raised and aimed at Snively's throat. He turned only his head to look up at her, snarling, "Stop," she told him again, more calmly, walking towards him with a hand behind her back.
"Why SHOULD I?!" Shadow shouted at her, his body trembling in rage, "I'm trying to HELP you!"
"I know, I know… But only monsters think violence is the rational answer," Amy reached him, "Real people know it makes no sense at all," she sank to one knee and put her hand on his shoulder as he shook with emotion, "You're very real, Shadow." Before he could make another move, she stabbed the needle into a vein in his neck skilfully, and pressed the plunger. Within moments, the black and red hedgehog sagged, the tranquilisers in the needle bringing him to the cusp of unconsciousness, "And I'm so sorry," she whispered in his ear, even as he slumped.
Shadow looked back at her, perhaps a little hurt. But not really shocked, "It… it's not your fault…" he slurred, just before he crashed to the floor face-first, moaning slightly from the sedatives.
Amy breathed out hard, standing up. It was only then that the guards, clearly angered by Shadow's ability to overcome the two of them so easily, set on him. A solid blow to his head knocked him unconscious and smeared more blood across the clean infirmary. And even though he was still unconscious, they hit him again in the side, just before they started using their tasers, even though he couldn't feel it.
"Stop that!" Amy shrieked, anger flashing on her face at the brutal treatment, "Stop right NOW!" they looked up at her, "He's already out!" She moved forwards and knelt beside the unconscious hedgehog, "Oh, Shadow…" she spoke tenderly, listening to his shallow breathing, "You poor thing…"
"Poor Shadow?! What about poor ME?!" Snively stood up, clutching his bloody shoulder and shaking a little, "That psychotic bastard just stabbed me!"
Amy glanced at him analytically, "Stop whining, Snively," she told him icily, "A couple of inches to the right and that stab might have torn your axillary artery and you'd have bled to death in minutes. As it is, thanks to your guards' over-enthusiastic – and unnecessary - reactions, it's Shadow who is now the more urgent patient here."
"Him?!" There was shock on the Head of Security's face, "You're not seriously going to treat the rapist-murderer first?!" he whined.
Amy's hand slid under Shadow's head, feeling it sticky at the back. He was even paler than usual, "Damn right I am," she replied. Blows to the head were dangerous, more so if they made you bleed, "Now you two," she pointed at the wardens, "Help me get him onto the table - carefully. The sooner he's made stable and comfortable, the sooner I can see to you."
The two guards looked reluctant, but helped Amy get Shadow onto the table, where she instantly set to work checking him over, completely ignoring Snively.
"Conjugal? For that crazy mother-fucker?" Still clutching his shoulder, Snively looked at the motionless convict, "He wants some conjugal? I'll give him conjugal!" his voice began to rise to an infuriated and whiny shriek, despite Shadow being unconscious, "The moment he's movable, I want that stab-happy psychopath taken to Solitary! CELL NUMBER THREE!"
Though focused on Shadow, Amy's face was a picture of despairing fury.
Breech: Uh-oh! Did he say Hole Number Three?!
SonicFrank: Awww, he did! That means no threesome!
Breech: But it also means Scourge... What do you say, people? More Scourge? Let's rack up some reviews!
