Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Hmm. Not bad, I like the way my own story is turning out. Maybe soon, I can really do what I've always dreamed of doing. But that's not important now. I have to admit, Sonic X is pretty good, in the beginning. Heh.

Broken Hope

It was hours; say about five… after the kidnapping of Amy and Blizzard. Everyone did what he or she could, but none of them were of any match for Metal Sonic II. Oh how could they have lost both of them? Both of them, for crying out loud!! Sonic has an icepack almost glued to his forehead, even despite his constant pacing around like an impatient, overactive and nervous person. He was so sick and tired of Eggman kidnapping those close to him, and this time, that fatass has drawn the last fucked straw. He would definitely make sure that Eggman would not escape his personal wrath… although someone else in the room shared the same sympathy for Sonic's aggravated feelings.

And that very person, or should we say, hedgehog, was currently reluctantly refusing an ice packet from Rouge. She pushed it towards his face, but yet at the same time he rashly refused having something cold on his face, instantly shoving or pitching the item back at Rouge with his unhurt hand and arm. He could heal by himself, thank you very much.

"No, Jesus damned hell, Rouge! I told you I do not need any stinking ice packs!"

"Then don't give me any bullshit about not wanting an ice pack later then, Shadow! You stubborn selfish jackass," She returns the harsh reply, with her own, before turning and walking off. There was a huge patch on her right wing, covering the seared portion. That was all she had on her, but she, and Tails were the ones giving medical help to Sonic and Shadow.

"Hmph," Was all Shadow done in response. He didn't need help! He could be fine without any of that on him, but then again he had this bad feeling. Something… rather… bothered him indefinitely. The burns on his other arm and hand began to start a slight tingling sensation, to a stinging one, then finally to erupt in pain… then his head. Why his head? The pain hit him like a ton of bricks piling onto him, and crushing him below their weight. His whole body was shuddering from something… the burns, and body considerably racking on more and more pain to his nerves, Shadow resisting the urge to scream from all this sudden, excruciating pain from out of nowhere!

Sonic stopped pacing.

 Rouge and Knuckles gasped.

Tails looked about, then to Shadow, who was shaking like he had a damned seizure.

A snap. Mental.

It hits Shadow quicker than it did a twig breaking in half. His own heart almost stops, or temporarily skips a beat or two before the tempo returns to normal. It was like he's lost a personal connection to someone… and he cannot reach this someone anymore.

"What the hell… is going ….on?" He managed to choke out in the process.

"I don't know! You must be having a seizure… but you're not supposed to be talking," Tails pointed out.

He was right; Shadow wasn't supposed to be even speaking if he was shaking uncontrollably during a seizure. This couldn't be a seizure at all; it must be something else that might be affecting him. Disease is out of the question since he cannot get infected that fast, and plus he might be immune to many types of sicknesses. Another option would have been loss of nerves in the burnt area, but there was something fishy going on with Shadow, and it isn't because of nerve damage. Shadow was sweating literally, his eyes to the point where they were screaming for him, almost saying that he is in pain. True, heart-felt pain. Like a knife stabbing into him and killing off whatever was there that he had close to him.

"Shadow! C'mon, what's going on?!?"

"…. Something…."

"Something what, you bastard!"

"Sonic!"

His breathing patter was dropping down, the shooting up. Either slow or rapid breaths were seemingly like triggering an asthma attack in his respiratory system. A part of him was dying, and he didn't know what it was. All he knew is he was suffering from pain that came out of the blue. Not once had he felt any pain like this. Only that of Maria did he feel pain like that try to torture his soul. And only one person who was left could do that physically and mentally to him… his own 'sister'. Fused with his blood, and capable of telekinetic speech with him, or others, they were an inseparable pair.

But now… now he suffers because…. Oh god…

"Something… has gone wrong… Blizzard…. She's… g-gone, vanished completely… I can no longer feel her presence, just a dark matter…" Shadow was visibly… crying, and choking to boot? Shedding tears for his only sibling… Now no one has ever seen Shadow truly this way at all. Maybe except for Rouge.

"What? What do you mean she's gone? She's dead??"

"What is it to you, Faker? I'm in …P-PAIN because she's GONE!"

[Back to Eggman's Laboratory/Base]

She was shaking upon the cold floor, slowly raising her arm to uncover her eyes. Amy's shaking slows down considerably, but she can't knock off this feeling that something was terribly wrong now. And she knew, by just looking at the melancholy Blizzard… or what was her 'former friend' in the beginning. Cautiously, she removed herself from being plenty scared, to that of a curious nature, with hints of fear behind her curiosity. Like some say, curiosity killed the cat. Edging up against the bars of her prison cage, she looks with hope, taking a deep breath.

"Buh… buhbuh…Blizaard? A-are you okay? It's me, Amy Rose…. Remember me?"

As soon as her echoing voice touches the silent hedgehog's ears, the slightest twist of a face towards her, more like snapping a glare towards the young carnation pink hedgehog after just… trying to even attempt to talk to Blizzard. Nothing more than daggers… Amy felt like she was ripped open with her glare; metal shards protruding into her skin, and beneath it; hitting all the soft internal organs and merely almost shish-kebobing her heart. The little hedgehog froze with fear, internally and externally. She would not dare move at all, for it be only natural instinct not to move that caused her to be like this. Then she felt cold, like ice trying to ensnare her into a prison realm of reality. This was not the Blizzard she knew, for this …Blizzard, if she should be called –that-, had more cat-like eyes… slits, to be exact. Plus her eye hue had changed. So had her physical appearance. The quills… they looked just so much like Shadow's it wasn't funny. Not even the slightest bit of humor was to be found here at all. The black integrating into the blue like a mixture were more solid at the tips, wrists, and ankles. Her tummy even took on a peachy bare skin, smooth and shiny.

Oh god, her shoes went from just lavender and black-to-black bottom and ended shoes with red as the main color… blood red. The type of red that would make you want to think twice about who you are messing with. And her purple top… that turned to a more maroon hue, with no strap attached anymore. Just a tube top, that really clung tightly and snugly against her skin and her well-endowed chest. Jesus, you could even mistake her for Shadow and Sonic's fusion, or even a clone of their DNA's. Her glare continued, and she hadn't let up. Blizzard…. Well, she shouldn't even be calling that …thing Blizzard anymore. Whatever it was, it was not the same person. In a more complex situation example, Shadow would have definitely gone nuts, and merely attempt such tries as to get his sister to come to her senses. But knowing this… machine, whatever it has done to her, it will not work.

Cringing, she looked away, but even if she did look away, the effects of feeling stings all over like wounds made by daggers/knives could be felt mentally. Chills sent up the spine were often, and Amy was silenced for that amount of time. The thing tore it's gaze from Amy, killing off any of the mental uncomfortably saturating onto the pathetic pink hedgehog in her cage. Why was it so much to even possibly glare at that… pink thing? She knows it's useless to stare at her for a long period of time before she could actually do any sort of physical harm.

"Oh my. Seems poor little Amy Rose was too scared of the new Blizzard the Hedgehog. Hahaha, Blizzard should have no trouble with killing anyone who stands in her way. Your power, Blizzard, is undeniably the highest."

"…And you are my master, of course. Anything at your command, sire, for the power I wield is unmatchable." Respectfully like a stuck-up would do, she bows gracefully, signaling to the doctor that she was under his complete control, or was she?

She could be tested on fighting his strongest robots, but that would be a waste of machinery. Why not try it out on 'helpless' Amy Rose? She would be the perfect target for beating up… at least not truly killing the girl. Maybe kill her spirit. Heheh. Facing the direction of the caged prisoner, he calmly walks towards the cell. Intent on using her as a test subject, he punches in a few buttons, and the door slides open. With his huge hand, he grabs Amy, who shrieks in surprise at his grip. In return, she wildly starts to kick Eggman with her bare feet, yet his grip upon the girl was much more than she could handle, and in that event, he tosses her out onto the floor outside of the cage, the pink body rolling until she stops dead set in front of two red and black shoes. And the owner of those shoes… wasn't too thrilled.

Amy was afraid to look up. But jeeze, wouldn't they be at least nicer if they gave her something to be dressed in rather than be in a white hospital gown? Unfortunately not. Not for her, though. But as soon as she tried to scurry away on all fours, scrambling to try and find a possible escape route out of here, now that she was temporarily freed by Eggman. But it was mostly bad luck for her since the dear doctor had another scheme in mind, since she was also the key in bringing Shadow down once and for all. That ebony and crimson-edged hedgehog had something for this pink fuzzball trying to escape. Amy felt a strong hand snatched up her right leg, and this time, it wasn't Eggman. Literally, she was uplifted into the air with ease, hanging upside down by one leg. She could see her captor was none other than the one that was formerly Blizzard, but still the stupid eggman insisted on calling her by her friends' name. But as she was upside down, gravity did it's trick, and her dress fell down over her head, covering her head, and exposing her white panties, etched with lace patterns. In that, Amy screamed, struggling to get free of her iron-like grip, doing anything to get herself free; biting, kicking with her free foot, slapping, punching, fur-pulling, pinching. Anything. Literally.

"Aw… Little Pinkie wants to play. If you want to play, I'll play with you…. heheh."

Getting a grin on her face, and watching the teeth gleam at her victim was more terrifying that someone could ever imagine. Her 'grinning' signified her type of 'play' would consist of beating her, torturing, and brutally making her bleed on purpose without letting her die… wouldn't it? … Maybe. Amy doesn't know, until the sudden swiping of her hospital gown does not go unnoticed by her sense of touch. Emitting an ack, she covers her chest with her arms as best she could, embarrassed at what this… bitch is doing to her. How could she?  ?!?!?  Witch! Amy is furious, and angry at Blizzard, but to be angry with her for being under his control made little sense… Blizzard couldn't help it. She was helpless under the control of the doctor.  And there wasn't jack that Blizzard, or Amy could do about it. Nothing at all.

"Guess what, Pinkie? Time for a little… shall I call it, bashing fun, or else I can call it beating time, if you prefer that?"

Oh no….

Please no…