Warning: This story is leaning into another one that I plan on doing eventually, one that some people might not enjoy reading, because of content and other more serious situations that could be found as grotesque, or even sick. This story also contains some non-consensual things.

You have been warned.

I decided to do this chapter in first person. Since I haven't written in that POV in a very long time. ^_^

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Unknown – Part Two

            I've never been one to…"obsess" over anything before. I could care less, actually. People and things were no concern to me anymore. Not anymore…

            Until he…came along.

            Carefree.

            Simplistic.

            Happy go lucky…

            I never thought that I would even want to affiliate with him.

            But then again…

            There was something about him that fascinated me.

            I needed to know more about him.

            Therefore…I watched.

            And waited.

***

            I found that I had a good opportunity to make my move.

            Apparently, he and his friends had planned a scheme to attack a building of Robotnik's. I managed to find out most of their game plan. And used it to my advantage.

            I learned of where he would most likely be alone.

            And out of his friends' eyes.

            Kidnapping?

            I had to resort to it.

            I didn't want him to find out who I was, after all.

            At least – not yet.

            My plan, was to utilize the chaotic escape that they had calculated out, in order to capture him.

            It worked without a hitch.

            He practically walked right into my trap.

            I sprung the blast that I had buried beforehand, right after he had crossed it.

            I didn't want to hurt him. Just daze him.

            It sent him sprawling into the ground, where I found him unconscious, thanks to a rock giving him a healthy bump to the back of his head. Moving in quickly, I scooped him up, and made a hasty retreat. After I had discarded that annoying communication link to his friends away, of course.

***

            I didn't have a lot of time to deal with him by the time I got him to my little hideaway. He had started to come around when I got close to my destination, so I had to work fast.

            After blindfolding him, I set forth in restraining my captive to the wall. There had been a metal loop embedded into the wall, somewhat high up, which was practically the right height to keep him standing. Using two pairs of handcuffs, I clipped one cuff to the loop, letting it dangle as I took the other pair in my mouth for the moment. Removing his gloves, I handcuffed his wrists together, then raised his arms up to get to the dangling pair of cuffs. I clipped the free loop to the chain of the ones around his wrists, satisfied that it held him up. Kneeling, I took the liberty of removing his shoes and socks, and began to restrain his ankles in a similar way. The only difference was that I used a pair of cuffs for each ankle, clipping the free loops to pipes that were near the floor. I gently tugged on each chain, to see how much slack he really had, then backed off a little to give one more look over.

            He was still pretty much out of it by the time I had finished, so I walked away from him, just to give him a little space when he woke up. Granted, I knew this was probably going to scare the shit out of him anyway, but his reaction would probably be much worse if I happened to be right next to him when he awoke.

            I made myself comfortable, sitting against a wall, listening to the sound of water.

            And waited once more.
***

            He must have woken up about…twenty minutes after I had sat down.

            I watched as he seemed to panic a little at his predicament. He was a crafty little thing though. He had taken the time to feel the cuffs, assessing everything.

            Then, I slowly got up and walked to him.

            He heard me coming toward him, which wasn't surprising since my shoes made echoes as I walked, because he froze for a moment, gasping quietly. Soon he was spouting off demands for me to answer his questions to my identity.

            I commend his ability to use his ears when he lacks his sight.

            He prattled on with his demands, although there was a hint of fear in his words. After I did not answer him, he struggled, yelping as the cuffs cut into him.

            He's rather cute when he bites his bottom lip like he's pouting.

            It was amusing to hear his "threats" as he fumbled with remaining brave.

            I knew he was brave, but all heroes have their limits.

            Robbing him of his sight broke one of these said limits.

            Touching him was another.

            He let out a shriek, rather unbecoming of him, when I touched his ear. I had seen the blood that had dried there, and I merely wanted to clean it off of him.

            Being stubborn, my charming little friend decided to do everything in his power to prevent me from cleaning his wound. I had to hold him still, rather forcefully, by the neck in order to accomplish my task.

            Reluctantly, he gave into my wishes. His other ear folded a little in defeat as little noises emitted from him as I plucked the dried blood from his fur as carefully as I could. Most of it was not needed as a clotting agent for his cut, so I pulled it away. He moved again, probably just to spite me, so I increased pressure against his neck. His head brushed against the concrete wall a little more, preventing really any movement from him.

            His lips, however, still shot off. Screaming at me to leave him alone.

            Needless to say, I was done with "part one" of my task. I reached for a cloth I had already prepared while waiting.

            I noticed his eye ridges raising slightly, almost as if he was shocked as I stopped messing with his ear, for the moment. He probably thought that I was actually listening to him.

            Poor thing jumped as much as the cuffs would let him as I pressed the cloth doused in antiseptic to his ear. He fought me, trying to stop me from cleaning his wound. But I had the upper hand. He had managed to avert my attention for a moment with constant thrashing.

            I won though.

            It was easy to use my side to pin him to the wall. There, I was able to finish cleaning his wound, although I knew it probably stung a lot from the bite of the liquid being applied to it.

            Probably very confused, he seemed unsure of what I would do next, considering that I hadn't let go of his throat. I remembered how blowing on cuts after smearing iodine onto them seemed to dull the pain. So, I started to blow on his cut gently. His ears flicked wildly as he squirmed again.

Spiteful little thing.

            I held onto him, smirking at his grunts of frustration.

            I let go of him soon, allowing him some time to relax and calm down a little. He had to be thinking to himself, since he acquired a contemplative look on his face. He was probably wondering why I was tending to his wounds, most likely.

            Another thing that probably irked the living hell out of him was the fact that I hadn't spoken. He tried to get me to tell him who I was once again.

            Cute, but I'm not that stupid.

            With that, he began to get even more frustrated, which lead to a desperate "please" from him.

            I didn't answer him. His determination to escape got the better of him, for he fought his binds, yelping when they were unkind to his exposed flesh.

            I wasn't sure if he was injured elsewhere, so I moved closer and touched his arms with both hands. Another jump and more struggling came from him. I ignored it as much as I could, feeling his muscles for any strains. I also took into consideration that despite his small frame, he did have powerful muscles.

            Although those were racked with tension.

            He demanded that I stop touching him, so I let my right hand slip down to his left shoulder, rubbing it a little harder. He squirmed oh so cutely once more, not liking the fact that I was still ignoring his demands.

            I continued to massage his shoulder, trying to work out the knots that had formed there over time. He probably never had a good massage before, since there was so much tension there. I was a little surprised when I saw the faint tint of red appear on his face, which then led me to let my left hand move to his right shoulder.

            He pleaded with me to stop.

            He wanted to be left alone.

            His blush had grown though.

            He didn't seem to notice.

            I knew he was enjoying the little massage though, for the fact that his body was relaxing told all. He tried to tell me to stop again, but his mouth failed him. He seemed to be kind of content now. For the time being.

            I knew that wouldn't last long though, since I stopped rubbing his shoulders, shifting my hands lower. He quickly gave off this choked gasp, asking me what I was doing. I let them slide down his sides and then back up to his chest, feeling for anything. I gently ran my fingers over his peach fur, not feeling any scrapes or cuts. Moving on to his sides again, he began to twist, trying not to giggle.

            Apparently, his sides are ticklish.

            I couldn't help but chuckle at him.

            It was adorable.

            He managed to giggle out another "stop!" to me.

            This time – I obliged.

            I'm not THAT cruel, you know.

            My hands went to his chest again, rubbing gently. He gasped, blushing. This time, his voice screamed at me, demanding my desistance. I let my hands trail down, over his stomach, and watched him jump again.

            I figured that his legs had to be just as tired as the rest of his muscles, so I began to massage those kindly. At first, he resisted, but he made a noise or two that led me to believe that he enjoyed it. At least a little. His body began to relax again, just like it had when I had rubbed his shoulders. I moved lower, paying attention to his sore calves and lower leg.

            A tremble came from him.

            I knew he had to be scared.

            Of what I might do to him after I was done inspecting his body for injury.

            I should have expected his fighting spirit to catch up.

            Although – my stomach didn't appreciate catching his knee.

            I grunted, falling back from him. A little dazed, it took me a moment or two to realize that he had finally sunk into a clearly defined fit of panic.

            He seemed to be ignoring pain as he pulled himself as far as he could from the wall. I was annoyed now, letting it show as I got up. He must have heard me, for he thrashed even harder as I got closer.

            He was trying to keep me away.

            I wouldn't let him hurt himself in his desperation to escape. I moved in quickly, wrapping my left arm around his back, pulling him forward. His body brushed up against mine, briefly, sending him into another panic. He screamed loudly, most likely out of fright.

            My right hand covered his mouth quickly, silencing him. I pulled him slowly closer, leaving my right arm as a spacer between us. He winced a little. Noting this, I lightly pushed back a small amount so his binds wouldn't hurt him.

            He began to tremble now.

            Fear was beginning to take hold over him.

            I didn't blame him for it one bit.

            I'd be scared too if I was in his position.

            It seemed like he trembled more as I moved my head closer to his ear. My breathing appeared to make him tense, but I quietly tried to shush him, rubbing his back softly with my hand.

            Trying to calm him down wasn't easy.

            He was already in a panicky mode, and I didn't think that he would calm at all.

            Slowly – his breathing slowed, returning from its rapid pace to something much more normal.

            I could see the fatigue that was overwhelming him.

            I knew that there was no way that he would go to sleep on his own.

            Not with me being there.

            I let him go slowly, allowing him to relax on his own once again. His back touched the wall, cowering a little. I watched him for a moment, then turned, heading for the door.

            He heard me leaving.

            And began to panic again.

            Pleading for me to let him go.

            I told myself mentally that I would.

            As soon as he either fell asleep.

            Or pass out.

            Whichever came first.

            I didn't want to make him worry about the concept of what I would do after he fell asleep, but I really had no other choice. There was no other way I could get him home safely without him finding out who I was.

            And I wasn't ready to let him know that yet.

            I had my questions answered.

            At least – some of them. Mainly the ones about his physical strength.

            Now it was time to test his mental prowess.

***

            I only left him for a little while.

            The moon was very pretty to look at in the clear blue sky. Stars twinkled brightly.

            There were practically no clouds in the atmosphere.

            It would have been a very peaceful scene.

            Almost romantic, if you will.

            But I could hear his screams.
            Of fury.

            Frustration.

            And fear.

            I heard his struggles as well.

            I only hoped that he'd pass out soon.

            So he wouldn't have to endure it for too long.

            I continued to look up at the sky, waiting.

            Until I could no longer hear him.
***

            He was out cold.

            I had to admit – he had a lot of spirit.

            Although, I probably scared the wits out of him.

            Poking him gently, I waited to see if he would wake.

            Out cold, like I said.

            I left the blindfold on him.

            It would be easier for me when I was transporting him.

            Just in case he woke up.

            I would have an easier time not being seen if he had to deal with the cloth over his eyes. It would allow me time to escape.

            Kneeling, I undid the cuffs around his ankles, since the other two pairs were keeping him upright. I tossed them aside, standing and unlocking the handcuffs that were linked to the chain around his wrists. He fell forward, almost as soon as I unlocked him, causing me to stoop quickly to catch him. His arms had looped around my neck, since I had ducked down when he had fallen. I hadn't taken off the cuffs around his wrists yet. He made a soft noise as he slumped against me, but did not wake. His head rested against my shoulder as I held him close. He looked…peaceful, even if he had been scared out of his mind two minutes before.

            I couldn't help but pet his head gently.

            I never wanted to hurt him.

            I knelt down, so that I could get his arms off of me, and began to unlock those cuffs. Finding blood from his attempted escapes, I checked his wrists for major injury. There were only two little cuts from where the metal had broken his skin. Other than that, they were only red from his struggles. The same went for his ankles.

            Cleaning the small cuts was no problem. Soon I replaced his gloves onto his hands, which took a little work. He leaning against me, his head tilted up slightly. He did not wake as I laid him down so I could put his socks and shoes back onto his feet. Once I was finished doing that, I scooped him up again, cradling him in my arms. He was like a small child. All helpless looking and adorable as he slept. I smiled a little, turning and heading out the door.

***

            I knew I couldn't get too close to the workshop, or else I might have been seen by the young fox that resided there.

            Settling for a nearby tree, I set my "prisoner" down, letting his back touch the tree trunk. It didn't look like he would fall over, so I backed off, eying the house again for any one that might come out of the door. Moving away, I looked about, deciding to continue watching over him until he was found by his friends.
            I hid. And waited.

***

            Dozing here and there, I awoke to the sound of voices. I looked over to where I had left him, finding his echidna friend kneeling next to him, as the fox hovered slightly off of the ground. They looked my sleeping friend over, looking happy that they had found him.

            I smiled a little.

            His friends woke him up, speaking with him for a bit, still looking him over. He looked confused for a moment, probably wondering if what happened, actually did. His shoulders relaxed as he stood, smiling again. The echidna departed soon after he stood, while he lingered with his younger friend for a moment. He looked relieved. The fox started off, where he began to follow.

            I watched.

            He stopped shortly after he started off.

            Apparently he was not all that relieved.

            He shooed his fox friend off.

            And I continued to watch.

            He lifted his left glove a little, wincing.

            His eyes widening as his face paled.

            And I smiled again.

            I left my mark on you, Sonikku…

            You won't be forgetting me anytime soon…

            And we'll meet again.

            I promise.


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Sonic: ::looking even more horrified:: ………

…What?

Sonic: …Who…?

I'm not telling you.

Sonic: ::blithers!:: But-but-but…!

I told you, this is the start of something a little…different to come from my pen of writing. ^_^

Sonic: …Hate….you…

^_^ Tee hee. Thanks for reading.