Phenomenon in Metropolis Chapter 4: Marked for the hunt, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

Note: Any references that this story makes aside from the universe that this takes place in belongs to their respective owners and should be as such.

Warning: Language, Explicit Sexual Themes, Violence, Nudity

Ch.4: Marked for the hunt

Thursday, April 21st, District #7 Metropolis apartment complex: Amy's bedroom, 8:09 pm

Sonic's perspective

Though I had no clue what Amy's question was going to be, the worry on her face showed me how serious it is going to be. I felt a little concerned mainly because I thought I did something wrong.

"Did I...do something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like..."

Amy stopped for a moment. Oh boy, I hope I responded the right way. She then continued on what she was trying to say." A couple of times as of late you had this aura of anxiety whenever you looked at my face. As if you weren't comfortable being around me. I don't know if I did anything to make you feel that way but...was it really too much for you after the official date?"

Well, I get pretty fricken anxious whenever Amy takes out the hammer. Jokes aside, no, no Amy has never done anything to make me feel this on edge. What the hell is going on with me lately? The dream, those horrific visions, they make no sense. Shit, I needed to get a grip.

"Ames..."

Out of nervousness I gently grabbed Amy's hand.

"I wish I knew myself what the hell is going on with me. Of course, I felt different when I'm around you as of late but...rgh I can't really explain i-"

Amy grabbed the back of my head and placed it against her chest. I knew it wasn't for sexual reasons but for comfort yet...yet her smell and softness are so...enticing. The tension I was feeling earlier began to slowly melt away.

"It's okay Sonic, I understand. I was just so worried that what we've developed into was too much. You went through these kinds of emotions before didn't you?"

"I...yeah I think so?"

She's not wrong, I was pretty easy to hoodwink when it came to women when I was younger. Yeah...yeah, I think that's why I felt so out of it. Maybe because I got hoodwinked so many times I've been having a hard time handling new possible, genuine relationships. With that realization in mind, I surprised Amy by wrapping my arms around her waist, my head buried deep into her bosom.

"Ah hey! Sonic that tickles!"

I couldn't help it, she's been so supportive and thoughtful of my feelings so I thought I should return the favor with her laughter. After playing around with the sensitive spots on her body eventually I fell back on her bed, once again Amy was on top of me. Her robe was dangerously close to unwrapping itself while giving me a sneak peek of her almost exposed chest.

"Haah haah careful Sonic, my hair hasn't dried completely yet."

"Wait...don't get up."

I placed my hand on Amy's cheek while I moved my head closer to her face. Our noses were touching and the hot breaths that came from our mouths tickled the underside of our chins. With eyes half-litted, Amy then spoke in a more low hushed tone.

"But I'm still wet."

"So what?"

We didn't need to say anything more after that, just the turning of our heads so our lips could touch spoke more words than we uttered. As we were both indulging in our tongue wrapping Amy placed her non-gloved hand on my chest, stroking up and down from there to my stomach. After a few seconds, I rolled over my body along with Amy so she was underneath. I was nervous of course to touch her body again but her gentle grasp of my hands reassured me.

"Go ahead."

"Um, actually Amy this is technically the first time I've ever seen your hands."

That's kind of the funny thing about this. Everyone, including myself who wears gloves, has never seen each other's real hands before. I mean we can assume that we all take off our gloves sometimes but again, we've never shared it for the class. Amy's were dainty and cute (never thought I would say that) and her fingernails which are smooth and shiny had magenta-colored nail polish.

"They're pretty."

My compliment caused Amy to turn red in the face.

"Why are you turning red like Knuckles for?"

"You would be pretty surprised how very few people have ever complimented my hands this much without the gloves. You're technically the first to ever say that."

"...Well I'm glad that I could make your night better."

I let out a nervous chuckle. Amy responded with one of her own (except the opposite) when she noticed me attempting to play it cool for her. After that, she guided my gloved hand into her robe, my thumb rubbing the under crevice of her breast while I slowly massaged her body. She let out a low gasp of pleasure, it seems like the skin area of her body is more sensitive. Of course, it would make obvious sense since it is the same for me when it comes to my own skin parts.

I'll admit, I almost lost control the moment Amy bit onto her finger in a seductive manner. Luckily I knew that if I just roughly attack her then I might as well have flushed all my progress down the toilet. So I needed to be gentle...that's what a lot of girls liked at least right? It was then I moved up and cupped her chest, a soft squeak escaped Amy's lips.

"Amy...I-"

"Shhhhh it's okay I just got surprised. Go ahead, do what you were about to do."

Since I got the okay (and somehow Amy was able to read my mind) I let myself succumb to my lust to an extent, my head nuzzled snuggling lying in-between her chest. Not long after I lifted my head up so I can see what I was doing regarding the kneading of her slightly wet skin (due to her still having some remnants of water on her body that wasn't sweat). The squeezing and the hovering fingers over her erect nipples were getting her more and more excited. That hot moaning voice is causing me to act up. The more I did it, the better it felt for her.

"Sonic aah~ oh god that feels so good."

After teasing Amy's nipples for a bit I really started to lose myself a bit more as I moved my head towards her neck, tracing my tongue up to the lining of her nape and then started suckling on it. If my memory served that would most likely give her a hickey after this, I wouldn't mind if she did the same to me as well. Anyway with my patience wearing down a little my left hand slithered down her body and reached her panty-less crotch. Just from a single finger of mine touching the soft outside walls of her vagina her back arched a bit, moaning in pleasure.

"(I'm definitely doing something right over here. I-I don't know if I can hold it in anymore.)"

I could feel the sticky wetness dripping out from her. Wow, it's like...a lot more than I researched. Looks to me that Amy's more sensitive than I thought she would be. Meanwhile, my penis was fully erect and throbbing like crazy. There was no way I could ignore the pulsating signals running up my length. As I moved up to kiss Amy's cheek I moved my soaked finger aside and positioned my pelvis in-between her legs, my tip gently kissing the entrance.

I was fully ready to become one with her until all of a sudden-

"Wait Sonic!"

-Amy pushed my body off of her. I mean I was kinda surprised but there's obviously a rational reason for that. Hopefully, I didn't make her uncomfortable by moving a little too fast. Heheh that was and still is my thing you know.

"I was going a little too fast wasn't I?"

"That's not it, we were doing wonderful it's just...I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Oh heheh right. We've only been on two dates so it did feel too quick for us to do something like this."

"Actually Sonic I wanted to do it with you. It's...well.."

We both got up from the center of the bed and sat along the edge, sitting next to each other while Amy adjusted her robe so she's covered.

"Well, what?"

"Gosh it's so embarrassing, you'll laugh at me for sure."

"Ames, c'mon I wouldn't laugh...maybe for fun or just teasing you but if it's that important I won't laugh, scout's honor."

"Pfft, you dork you've never been a scout."

"Doesn't mean I can't hold the values of it."

We both shared a laugh. It now looked like Amy was feeling more relaxed to talk about...whatever was so embarrassing for her to let out into the open.

"Do you know the saying 'Reality is stranger than fiction'?"

"Tails told me it was 'Truth is stranger than fiction' one time by that Mark uh Train guy?"

"It's Twain Sonic, that's not the point. You see umm...I often fantasized about us you know..doing it."

"(I mean we all joked about you were most likely doing that during your spare time, 24/7.)"

"...Why do I have this feeling that you were making fun of me? Hmm, I also wonder why my Piko-Piko hammer finger feels twitchy Sonic?"

"What! Nonononono I would neeeever make fun of you for any reason other than playful teasing! (Better keep my mouth shut if I know what's good for me.)"

"Anyway when we were about to do it I became terrified."

Hmm so if I had to guess Amy panicked when I was about to penetrate her. Thank goodness she stopped me, my other head was moving by itself.

"Listen it is not your fault Sonic. It felt like last minute my brain had panic signals blaring in my head so I wasn't ready to do...you know...this yet. Of course, I'm aware that the first time would hurt but...I'm just not ready."

With a smirk, I placed my hand on Amy's shoulder.

"Hey, a terrible experience for our first time would suck. The last thing I would ever want is for you to suffer and cry tears of pain. I honestly lost control of myself for a moment and if you didn't push me off as you did then that wouldn't be cool at all."

"You lost control? Huh, that's something I never thought you would say."

"Can you blame me? Your sweet smell, your soft perky body, your hot, seductive moani- Wow, I just let my guts spill so easily like that."

"Oh? So you were completely turned on because of all those things about me?"

My face turned red when Amy put her lips near my ear without me noticing her being closer to me. I naturally jumped back from surprise. Dammit, Amy is becoming seductive again, especially with the right shoulder of her robe slipping down.

"Uh well I mean yeah you're a sweet gi- I mean...please don't make me repeat it, Ames."

"Hmph I told you my embarrassing secret, how about you do the same at least."

"...Okay okay you're sexy!"

"Aww, you're so cute Sonic. You may have a hard time getting your feelings out but your little hedgehog is more honest."

Amy pointed directly to my crotch which I saw that my erection was still standing at attention. Well shit, I thought it calmed down by now. Out of embarrassment, I tried to cover myself but Amy stopped my hands from doing so.

"I can't leave you in this state Sonic. I may not be ready to have sex yet but what I can do is get you off, as an apology."

Amy gently pushed me onto the mattress once more while she was in-between my legs. She gulped nervously.

"Forgive me if I'm not so good at doing this. First time and all."

"First time doing wh- Ah!"

Before I could even finish my sentence Amy took a deep breath and stuffed my dick into her mouth. She only made it about halfway before choking slightly, testing the waters I suppose. As for me, I was at her mercy as she kept up with her head bobbing. "Not so good at this" my ass, she practically has my toes curling from her warm and wet tongue sliding up and down in synchronization with her tight lips. At that moment I knew that I was screwed here (in a good way).

Metropolis lowest district #15, Haven's traveling cart, 8:35 pm

Third Person

Within the lonely dark tent of the lonely artist, the silence echoed throughout save for the caws of ravens perched nearby a dead tree. A night, particularly like this, would remind the constantly starving artist of the grim poetry produced by the great Edgar. Those nights in which he'd ponder the lore, hoping to see one of them on his front porch instead of his made-up Lenore, and torment him with the cryptic word of "nevermore." Unfortunately for him, thoughts of art and poetry were not on his mind as some shattering of glass cut through the deafening silence.

A mysterious black substance seeped underneath the black-colored door seemingly being Haven's more private quarters. Within the closed-off disheveled bedroom a loud crash of a wooden drawer from the nightstand cabinet being thrown at the nearby wall, wooden splinters exploding upon impact. Haven himself slammed his back against the wall, body contorting as humanely possible from the painful spasms rushing throughout.

His pain-filled screams pierced through his teeth as the same black substance was gradually oozing out from unknown black splotches appearing on different areas of his chest and back, his white buttoned-up shirt was bleeding through yet it is covering it. By some phenomenon more instantly scraped his belly in a vertical line, forcing all the buttons to be ripped out, exposing the seeping cut wounds.

Whatever was currently afflicting Haven forced him to turn over with his hands slamming firmly against the wall-papered wood. *Ba dum* the sound of his heartbeat verberated within his eardrums whilst he tried with all his might to endure. Unfortunately, his attempts of getting a stable rhythm of breath that would've helped proved futile due to the tightening of his chest. Through this painful ordeal, he dragged his nails downward against the wall, the red coat painting a perfectly lined stroke from all 10 tips of the crow's fingers.

Meanwhile, the black substance that was on the floor, the black splotches in the shirt, and the leaking wounds all squirmed and slithered as if it was alive, gathering and forming together into a single point at the center of Haven's room. At this very moment the excruciating torture ended for him, the aftermath made him weak in the knees as he caught himself leaning next to his still intact dresser.

While finally being able to regain his breath the squelching, bubbling black mass started expanding a bit and then contracting. Haven looked over his shoulder to look at the horrific sight, but the very sight didn't scare him. How could it be since he has seen this process many times? That doesn't mean he got used to his muscles feeling like it was being torn apart again and again. For a moment, he thought he really would die especially how the oddity of the process was. The black substance began shaping itself or rather the more appropriate description of its actions would be "sculpting" itself into a female figure. More specifically, the female figure Haven instantly knew that was being molded.

As if being the completely covered head (literally) to toe in black latex the figure twitched and stretched out their limbs, each movement producing a relieving yet sickeningly painful sounding crack. No matter how many times he has seen this point happen Haven's skin always ran cold, but that was mostly caused by the cold atmosphere. Just when he managed to turn his body around with his right arm still supporting him up the figure shifted their feet over to Haven's mirror.

Looking directly at its reflection though it didn't have eyes for the moment the black substance covering its figure immediately began to melt off. In a couple of seconds, it first revealed the face with dripping wet pink hair slightly stained from the ink and then the exposed curvaceous body. Some parts of the skin were stained with black yet glistened from the liquid. The moment the dripping residue touched the floor however it merely evaporated as if it reached the floor of a very steamy sauna.

"(Miss...Rose. No! I know damn well that she isn't her.)"

"(Oh thank fuck I finally got through to you. So once again she's back?)"

Without flaw, without knicks or tears, this...being is the split image of who Haven calls "Ms.Rose". For some reason, she was tilting her head from different angles as if she was checking something (another odd behavior indeed. Self confidence was never an action it would take.) He had the question in the back of his mind of why this is, but he simply ignored such a small trivial ordeal.

"(To our dismay, she has.)"

This whoever it was still looked at her own reflection, her mouth opened bit, revealing her lovely bright white rows of teeth except for two things. Protruding from her top row her canines were sharp and pointy in which her soft tongue brushed against each.

"(...Doesn't she look like she's checking herself out? Since when...not that I'm complaining, her curves are banging. Goddamn.)"

"(Seriously? It's like you've forgotten our years of torment with that monster. *Sigh* but I agree with your first observation, Your guess is as good as mine.)"

"(My first observation was her ass. I mean c'mon man don't you see how she's leaning against your bitch table?")

By "bitch table" he means the table where his big mirror is to help reflect on his past actions along with pep talks (that don't work a lot of the time)...and usually where makeup is done, not that he uses it anyway. Also, this is one of those times Haven questions if this other self of his is really his dark thoughts personified caused by severe psychological trauma. Even he can see the seriousness of this and yet his other self always fools around at the worst times and is serious when it's not needed. Sex is all his other self thinks about, sheesh.

"(Uh-huh, whatever you say. Guh! She's looking directly at us!)"

This being that Haven seems so afraid of looking over her shoulder in a suggestive manner. She then got up and walked over to him, grabbing his hand and pushing his palm against her lips. The way her feminine gaze was piercing into his soul and how sensually she was licking his palm spoke to him of her current desire, he knew what she wanted exactly.

So with a dry gulp, Haven non-hesitantly materialized his jet-black knife and cut open the area where she was licking at. With that being done the woman moaned in satisfaction as she started lapping up the small crimson bubble forming at the center of his hand. Of course, Haven's dissatisfaction is warranted, but his fear of being eaten while alive is worse. So he always settled with giving a certain amount of his blood to her.

Though for some reason she's taking a little bit more than normal. Usually, it would take about a couple of seconds for her satiation (and another reason) to quell, but again Haven felt her taking a little more than the other times and it hasn't even been 3 years yet. Is she getting more impatient?...Well, whatever the reason maybe it didn't matter at this moment as she stopped and moved her head back from Haven's palm, her lips glossed from his blood.

It was then after a short cleanup using the temporary elongation of her tongue to that of a serpent in a blink of an eye this false woman's face was mere inches from Haven's. With wide eyes, he froze and shook from fear while the woman, whose eyes were fluttering and half-litted planted soft breathy kisses upon his beak. With her lips inching her way towards the center, her chest was about to press into his but something poked at her belly button, something sharp and pointy.

Moving apart from Haven's face the woman looked down to see the jet black knife's tip going two inches into her stomach, the handle gripped tightly in between his hands. Not only that, the expression on his face changed to that of anger.

"Get out."

Although the tip of the weapon pierced into the woman's skin she didn't bleed nor did she wince in pain. The longer she was still in front of him the angrier he got.

"Are you deaf you psychotic bitch?! GET OUT!"

Without much of a word or fight, the woman just closed her eyes and walked towards Haven's bedroom entrance in a sulking manner. As she gently opened the door, making as little creaking as possible she did the same when closing it behind her. At the same time, something fluttered into the room. Since her presence is now gone the atmosphere went back to normal, causing Haven to go numb in the arms and dropped the knife, turning into a puff of black powder in the process. He used the strength of his back to keep himself upright.

"Haaaah holy fucking shit that was intense. You alright?"

"Rrgh what the hell did I tell you about taking possession of my body you demon?!"

"And how many times do I have to keep bashing this into your mentally inept brain, I'm not a fucking demon, I'm you! Also what the fuck did you think I was supposed to do huh?! You were as stiff as a wooden phallic during winter."

Haven felt his strength returning so he made his way to the big mirror to look at his reflection. However there was one thing that slipped Haven's mind, why didn't she gut him like a pig when his other self yelled at her? How did he manage to yell at her? Then again, the bigger set of balls was given to the wrong side apparently.

"So you thought it would be a great idea to take my body for a spin in that couple of seconds?"

"You motherfu- if I didn't do it, your stomach would be a fucking chili bowl for hours on end, screaming in agony as you watch yourself get eaten out (no innuendo intended) and unable to savor the sweet release of death. Though I'm not gonna lie...she almost made me shit myself."

"For once we actually agree on something."

Haven couldn't deny that his other self did save his feathery ass, even if the method was intruding and mildly uncomfortable. The short process in question always makes him feel like his head was being stretched and then afterward he gets a bloody throbbing of a headache. No wait, there we go, the migraine started already. It's always a slow kick like how certain kinds of hot-sauce don't activate until the minute you let your guard down. Anyway, upon feeling the painful throb Haven grasped the right side of his head.

"Shit rrrgh fuck this hurts."

"Okay look, I won't do that shit again without your permission. At the very least you should thank me for saving your hide...What the hell?"

"Agh what now?"

"Don't look now but I see a weird letter at the leg of your bed."

Haven's reflection pointed behind himself to a mysterious white letter whose edge was caught in the wooden right top leg of Haven's bed frame. Heading to it he lifted up the leg and carefully picked up the letter.

Haven's perspective

What an odd sequence of events to happen this night. Once again I almost, how do you say "kicked the bucket" (not that I'm able to anyway) and now this letter. Somehow the fear and anxiety I was accumulating washed away a little, replacing with just pure curiosity. Although I wasn't expecting any mail it didn't hurt to see what it was about...Then again, why wasn't this inside my mailbox? Well whatever, so turning the letter in my hand to the front my full name was clearly shown, Haven vo...Wait a second? My eyes grew wide with shock when I saw the cursive lettering of the name.

"(Ah that's impossible. How did this individual know my name?!")

Luckily no one else but me has this letter. Damnit how? I was so careful for so long. No one should be able to deduce it by that much. Panic started to rear its ugly head back up as I hastily opened the letter, slowly scanning through its contents. It reads as follows:

Greetings 2nd out of eight who has received this letter,

By the order of my master, I was assigned to send out these letters to individuals with special abilities much like yourself. As of this moment, the 7 others (besides yourself) are receiving this special invitation to-

Before I could continue scanning the letter I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier by the minute. I wasn't tired and yet for some unknown reason, my consciousness was leaving me. No matter how much I tried to keep my eyes open it was all in vain as my body drops to the floor. The last thing I remember was the smell of pomegranate.

District #7 Metropolis, Tail's mobile Trailer, 9:30 pm

Sonic's perspective

"Hey yo Tails, I'm back!"

Just to make it short and sweet, things got just a bit awkward after what Amy did earlier (not too bad thank goodness). When I climaxed it was a liiiiitle too much for her to handle and it got in her hair and that's all you're going to get from that. Luckily she wasn't mad (at least I hoped so) about that so we both exchanged our goodbyes while she was in the shower again. When I got back home I spotted a zombie in the kitchen...Nah just kidding, it was just Tails making himself coffee. Like damn he might as well be a zombie by the dead look on his face and the stiff shuffling of his feet.

Yeah kinda feels sad that my little buddy works way harder than I do. I might have to think about getting a job later, just to ease the burden. Tails seemed to ignore my question as he shakingly poured his coffee into his special mug Cream gave him last year and shuffled himself all the way to the couch. I could've sworn that I heard some bones cracking as he sat.

"Uh, Tails? You didn't die did you?"

Once again, no response whatsoever like he was in his own little world or something. But as soon as the struggling fox took a sip of his coffee, life came back into his eyes and his whole demeanor changed.

"What was that? Oh hey Sonic, back from Amy's room I see?"

"How did you know I was at Amy's place?"

"That was supposed to be a joke, but you pretty much confirmed that for me."

"(Shit, I kinda liked him better for the bit when he was a zombie.)"

"Oh by the way, this letter was in my mailbox and it's addressed to you."

Inbetween Tails' fingers was a white envelope with my name written in pretty fancy cursive on the front. Jeez, no kidding, I don't think I remember the last time I've had mail...then again I never had a mailbox to call my own. Annnyway I took the letter while I was walking over to the kitchen for a little OJ after I brush my teeth. Now that I think about it I wonder why Tails warned me against doing that not too long ago? Before I do any of that I opened up the letter to see what I got. I hoped it would be some free vacation ticket brochure something along the line. It read as follows:

Greetings 4th out of eight who has received this letter,

All of sudden my eyes were getting blurry and heavy at the same time. It's the strangest feeling because I wasn't even tired yet. Fighting it seemed pointless since the drowsiness was getting stronger. Finally, I felt my entire body at once become numb as I fell off to the side to the floor. From my position, I managed to see the blurry yellow shape of Tails calling out to me from the couch. A couple of seconds later I could barely hear anything except white noise (at least that's how I would describe it as), but from the sound of distraught and panic coming from Tails something bad was happening involving a shadowy figure. That was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness.

District #7 Metropolis apartment complex: Amy's bedroom, 9:34 pm

Amy's perspective

Well, that didn't end like how I expected. Like jeez, I almost thought about bopping Sonic over the head for something I caused mostly. I also didn't think semen would be this hard to get out from my hair, especially the smell. But after a few minutes I got out of the shower once more smelling like vanilla...what? You thought I would say something so predictable like "as a rose"? Ironically rose-scented shampoo (or perfume) doesn't match me all that well. Flowers yeah, but I'm more of a vanilla or something with a little bit of aloe.

Anyway, I was glad that it didn't end too badly. We let things out in the open between us, what a great start to our budding relationship. Although we should make sure not to rush into things we aren't 100% ready for, for both our hearts. Before drying my hair and body (completely this time) I made sure to close my window curtain so no perverts would catch a peek. I should know, there's a pervert with a telescope across the street that keeps trying to. Now that I think that to myself I should've closed the curtain when Sonic and I were...well pleasuring each other. Good thing the window sill is higher than the view of my bed.

That aside, I took a step into my closet and came out seconds later with a set of pajamas with crescent moon patterns on them. It was then I stopped at the foot of my bed upon feeling some uneasy energy floating around my senses from behind, causing me to turn my body around to my gorgeous artist-made portrait. For a second I thought I felt a presence in my room, but when I looked, it was gone. Must've been my imagination.

I'm still so surprised on how good Haven captured me. *Sigh* I just wish he gave me the chance to really thank him for his work. Besides, I kinda wanted to get myself crepes that night as an excuse, hoped he would've liked them too. Oh well, what's done is done and I'm too tired to worry. Tomorrow is my day off so I can try and go find Haven while I'm restocking on groceries.

Sorry, but I'm someone who will run towards the end of the Earth just to repay someone. With the new sense of determination for tomorrow, I let out a puff of steam through my nose as I hopped into bed. Hopefully tonight I get a dream similar to that strange one. From what I was able to remember the strange dark energy that radiated off the individual felt very suspicious. Maybe with a little more time to clear the slight fuzziness, I can remember what was on those three missing blanks.

Before I could drift into dreamland the corner of my eye caught a fluttering white rectangle slipped under my bedroom door. Immediately I rose from my bed while the fluttering object softly landed on my nightstand. Shifting myself out of bed and upon closer inspection, the object was...a letter? I picked it up and flipped it over, my name is written in signature.

"Wow, how did they know I liked pink? Wait a second...my mailbox is at the entrance of the complex."

It gets stranger and stranger the more I seem to be walking down this trail. For curiosity's sake, I decided to take a look at the contents of the letter. and as I unfolded the paper inside it reads as follows:

Greetings 8th out of eight who has received this letter,

Before I could finish reading the sentence, someone grabbed me from behind, one arm wrapped around my neck and the other tightly securing both my arms. Shit, whoever this person has pretty monstrous strength, but there was no way I was going to go down without a fight. I struggled with all my might to break out of their grip. It was useless, I couldn't even yell out for help since my windpipe felt like it was being crushed. The sounds I could only produce involved painful croaking.

However, I quickly realized that the person was trying to knock me out, but is doing a piss poor job at keeping their hold around my neck secure, allowing me just a small interval of regaining some breath. So the immediate moment when this idiot loosened once more I jumped backward and slammed my back (or well the intruder's back) against the wall as hard as possible. It seemed to have worked a little when I heard the wind get knocked out of their lungs and yet they still kept trying. What did I do? Of course I did it again!

It wasn't just the walls in my room that I was aiming at. Since I had a bit more control over the direction I was going I made sure to slam my back against other objects. I counted three other times that I slammed into something. One was another wall, another directly at my closet doorknob (which I thought would work yet didn't), and lastly, I heard a crunch when I put my all weight into the sharp wooden corner of my cabinet. The impact not only broke the hold I was struggling with, the wood broke into the stranger's back and also knocked over the painting. As I was coughing to regain some air back into my lungs I quickly turned around to face the stranger who just attacked me.

They were wearing dark raggedy robes covering their figure with the hood covering their head, and face. It was thanks to the impact that the stranger was on their knees wheezing painfully due to the piece of cabinet wood sticking out from their back, a small red stain of blood bled through the dark robes. Though it's not life-threatening its pretty fricking painful to get inflicted by. I knew that clearly, this bastard wasn't here to have a conversation so I took out my Piko Piko Hammer, ready to smash their face into the ground.

To my shock when I did lift it over my head and brought it crashing down, a dark miasma exploded from the stranger's body, freezing my entire body in place. A paralysis gas was my first thought. Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything as the stranger appeared behind me once more and forced what felt like a pill into my throat. Instantaneously an extremely bitter taste hits my tongue and my entire body stiffened like a board as I collapsed onto the floor with a hard thud.

Slowly I felt myself losing consciousness, the last thing on my mind was how I desperately wanted Sonic to come save me.

End of Ch.4