Chapter 9 (Part 1)

Parole

Sonic screamed. The pain inside his body growing every second. Eggman laughed mercilessly as he watched the Gia-laser blast him at max power. Sonic writhed and struggled against his restraints, but they kept getting tighter and tighter. Shrieking with pain, he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. Eggman watched with mirth as Sonic clawed as his chair. Eggman pressed his button on the control panel, and the laser stopped. Sonic slumped forward, gasping for breath. His throat felt like it was on fire. He sat up and looked over at Eggman. "Well, you sure are a resilient little pest, aren't you, hedgehog?" Metal arms rose out of two panels on each side of the chair. They grabbed Sonic and pulled him up. He hung limply like a ragdoll on string, and Eggman walked up to him. "Now, are we going to have any more break outs?" Sonic glared at him and clenched his teeth. Veins were visibly throbbing on his temples, and it felt as though he had just drunk a vat of acid; his insides were burning to point where he couldn't even throw up. Though his throat felt like it was about to bleed, he chuckled. "A-are you k-kidding? That w-was barely enough to w-wake m-me up…" Blood poured from his mouth as he spoke, he was half-deaf in his left ear. Eggman smirked at him as he pulled a small remote out of his pocket. "Now, back to your cell. And no more late-night runs or else… the punishment will be far worse than this… far worse." Eggman chuckled evilly before pressing the button. Sonic was lifted out of the room into a hatch on the roof. Eggman turned around and walked through a door next to the control panel.

Amy stared at Sonic. Sonic stared back. They sat there in silence for a good minute before Amy spoke. "Wow… just… wow…" Sonic couldn't have said it better himself. He released Amy and held her hands in his. "Amy, you're never alone. I want you to know that. I will always be here. And I know how you feel… a little. I had a father full of crap as well. He left my family when I was too young to remember. Mom said he just left one day, saying that he didn't want to be around us anymore, and that there was another woman in his life. So, he walked out the door, leaving my mother sobbing on the floor, and me, my sister, and my brother to be taken care of by a single mother. He's still alive, too. Has his own cell on prison island. He was sentenced to six years a couple of months ago." Amy looked surprised. "What did he do?" "I don't know. The chief of police called me and told me he was in prison. I hung up before I could get details. It's a crazy world out there, Amy, and I can't stress it enough. Amy… I… I… I love you. And I want you to remember that. You're not alone in this world. I'm here. I'm sorry I avoided you. I swear it will never happen again." Amy smiled, tears in her eyes. "Thank you Sonic… for everything." And that was all that was needed to be said. The next day, Sonic was home alone. Amy was at the doctors getting her check-up, and Sonic was bored to tears. He was then struck with an idea. He would make Amy dinner. He never really was the best at cooking, for he would usually stop at some other place to eat. But, he decided that now was a better time than ever. He wasn't worried about burning the house down with his horrible culinary skills, either. He looked through the cabinets, looking for some pots and cooking ingredients. He conveniently found five items: tomatoes, olive oil, olives, capers and garlic. He was suddenly struck with an idea. He wasn't the brightest or best cook, but he knew what these made. He dug through the cabinets again, hoping that Amy had what he was looking for. Disappointed, he turned back to the table. Laying in front of him were the items to make a killer spaghetti, but Amy was somehow missing noodles. So, Sonic ran down to the guest room, got dressed, grabbed his wallet, and ran out the door. He ran to the local grocery store down the street and began searching for the right type of noodles. Come on, he thought. Where are you? He walked around the perimeter of the store and started to make his way to the middle. He turned a corner and came to a halt. He had nearly run into Shadow, who had a shopping basket with wine and chocolates. "Hey, Shads. What are you doing here?" Shadow looked over at him. "Rouge sent me to run some errands for her. What about you?" Sonic looked over at some other aisles. "I'm just trying to find spaghetti noodles." Shadow looked at Sonic questionably. "I never took you as the type to cook." Sonic shrugged. "Well, I thought I'd do something for Amy and-" Sonic stopped himself before he could finish. Show looked at him with even more confused look. "What?" "Nothingbyegottago!" Sonic ran a couple aisles away and saw his objective. He grabbed the noodles. But when he turned to pay for them, Shadow stood in front of him. "What did you two do?" Sonic made to push him away, but Shadow stood his ground. "What happened?" "Nothing, okay? Can't I make dinner for my friend?" Shadow grunted and stepped aside. Sonic walked to the cashier and paid for the noodles. He ran back to Amy's house and stepped inside. Thankfully, Amy was not home yet. He walked inside the kitchen and set down the noodles. He pulled up a recipe on his phone and got to work. It was a couple hours later when Amy got out of her car. She grabbed her crutches and called for Sonic. The door opened, and Sonic walked out. He helped her up the stairs, and as soon as they reached the top, Amy smelled something cooking. "Sonic, what's that smell?" Sonic smiled. "You'll just have to wait to find out." He sat Amy down on her feet and handed her the crutches in his arms. She took them and made her way inside. The smell was amazing. She caught hints of garlic and olive oil. She looked over at the kitchen to see what he was cooking, but Sonic blocked her line of sight. "Nah-ah-ah-ah. You'll have to wait. I don't usually cook much, but I assure you you'll like it." Curiosity growing inside her every second, Amy went up to her room to get dressed. She came down five minutes later to see two plate sitting on the table, cover with two big bowls. "Alright, now you can see what I made." Amy made her way to the table and sat down. Sonic followed suit, and they both took off the bowls. Amy gasped. Sitting in front of her was a delicious looking plate of spaghetti, with small meat balls scattered around and tomato-red sauce. She grabbed her fork and bit in. Her eyes widened. "Well?" Sonic asked, looking a little nervous. "This is amazing, Sonic! I didn't know you could cook like this!" Sonic smiled. "Well, glad to see you like it." They started eating more, but when Sonic was about to finish, his phone buzzed. "Sorry, gotta see what this is. Be right back." Amy watched him walk into the kitchen, and turned back to her food. Before she could even take a bite, however, she heard him shout. "Damn it!" She turned her head, worried, for Sonic only used words like that when he was seriously angry. "Sonic, are you alright?" Amy started to get up, but Sonic walked in. A look of pure rage on his face told her that he wasn't. "What's wrong, Sonic?" Sonic gritted his teeth and handed her his phone. She took it and looked at the screen. She covered her mouth with her hand. On the screen was an article titled "Inmate with life sentence on parole, just released from New Prison Island." She looked down and read in her head. "Jules Maurice Hedgehog, age 46, and father of the famous Sonic the Hedgehog, was just released from New Prison Island last night after a trial at Station Square courtyard. Being given the chance for parole, Jules Hedgehog accepted, saying that he had learned the error of his ways, and that he hopes his family will forgive. Jules was released at 10:36 p.m. pacific, and will be watched carefully. The police say that if he makes one wrong move, he will be back behind bars for good." Amy looked up at Sonic. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Sonic. This must be so hard on you." She released him and held his hands in hers. Sonic looked at Amy and softly smiled. "Don't worry. If he steps foot near us, he will be taken straight back. As far as we know, he doesn't exist." Amy continued to look at him, and Sonic was the first one to break eye contact. "Well, I'm tired, and I need to start looking for a new house. 'Night, Amy." Sonic walked down the stairs, and Amy decided she needed sleep as well. She worked up the stairs and into room. After getting undressed, she laid down in bed. She sent one last look into the hall, and closed her eyes.

Later that night…

"Wake up, boy." Sonic opened his eyes and looked forward. The room was pitch black, and it took him awhile to let his eyes adjust. "Good, you're up. Get dressed and come on." Sonic looked around for the voice and shouted. Midway through his shout, however, a hand came out of the dark and covered his mouth. Sonic tried to pry the hand away, but another hand grabbed his free one. Sonic looked up and saw the last face he ever expected to see again. The face that belonged to the man that killed an innocent man in the streets. The face of his dad.

Sorry it took so long to update! Plz don't be mad at me! School started again, and I've so distracted by school that I almost forgot about this. Anyway, you know the book/movie Freak the mighty? Well, this and the next chapter is kinda inspired by that, except Jules didn't kill Sonic's mom. Plz read and review, like and fav, all that good stuff. And remember:

Keep being awesome!

~SuperSonamy361