Okay, word of warning here. This chapter is long. In fact, it came out much longer then I expected, so be prepared to do a little extra reading. But still, I hope you like it. And of course, plaese R&R

Metallica had been locked in their prison cell for nearly two hours now. Everyone was either sitting on the bed or leaning on the wall, not knowing what to do. Not that there was much they could do.

"You know," Kirk started, "Maybe where all just dreaming this. Maybe in a few minutes, we'll wake up back at the stadium and everything will be okay."

Everyone stared at him. James gave him the oddest look.

"What the fuck are you on?"

"Hey, just trying to be positive here."

"Take a look around, buddy." Jason said. He tapped the cartoonish looking brick wall, the impact making a very realistic thud.

"Face it, this as real as anything on our planet, weather you want to belive it or not"

At once, everyone sighed, knowing that it was true. There was really no way this was fake, no matter how much it looked so.

James looked up at the SWAT bot guarding the outside of the cell.

"As if it wasn't bad enough, fat ass found it necessary to put one of those mobile trash cans outside to make sure we don't do anything."

Lars shook his head.

"Fucking subliminal messages. This dude is crazy."

Everyone agreed. It seemed as though they would have to submit to that weird dude after all.

"You know what the worst of it is?" James said, "I still have to take a piss."

Everyone tunred, suprised.

"You've been holding it for this long?"

All James could do was nod. Kirk gave him an odd look

"God damn. You got a strong bladder."

Jason suddenly started laughing.

"Hey James, you think they got any water fountains around here?"

James shot him a pissed off glance.

"Shut the fuck up, dude. You try holding it for this long!"

Jason calmed down a little

"Hey, my bad dude. Just trying to liven it up a little."

While they were talking, Dingo wandered into the room and stood outside the cell. It didn't take long for the band to notice a creature like him. They didn't really look surprised, cause by now, they were used to seeing weird shit.

Lars walked up to the bars and stared down at Dingo.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Dingo just looked up at the band, apparently in awe.

"You guys are cool. Dr. Robotnik has made a good choice."

"Uh…Thanks."

"You guys play cool music. You know, I can play cool music to."

All the band members suddenly took on expressions of intrigue.

"What do you play?" Kirk asked.

Dingo smiled "A cool instrument."

As the band watched, Dingo stuck a hand into his pocket, looking for something. Jason turned to Lars.

"Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he?" Lars nodded.

Dingo smiled as he found what he was looking for.

"Here it is, guys!"

He suddenly whipped out a kazoo. All at once the band members raised an eyebrow as Dingo started playing a rather interesting version of For Whom the Bell Tolls. They didn't say anything, they just watched him play, amused at what they were hearing. Out of amusement, and a little sarcasm,Lars started banging on the wooden bedpost inside the cell, making a rough drumbeat to go with the song.

As Dingo finally a few minutes later finished up, the band stood there in amusement, and amazement over what they just heard. But yet the only person who really gave any applause was Jason, and they were out of sarcasm.

Kirk finally managed to say something. (Not that one could say much about that.)

"Well…That's gotta be the first kazoo solo I think I've ever heard...Not bad."

Dingo smiled.

"Gosh, thanks!"

He stuck the kazoo back in his pocket.

"Thanks guys, that was fun."

Jason smirked.

"Yeah, anytime, kid."

As Dingo turned and walked out the door, James stuck his hand between the bars, trying to get his attention.

"Hold it man."

In the cell, James winced from the pressure in his bladder. Jason noticed it and laughed again.

"Only person holding anything here is you, buddy."

James shot him another pissed off glance. "Shut it."

Outside, Dingo walked back in front of the cell.

"What is it?"

"Hey kid, you think you could maybe let me out of here for a minute? I really have to go."

Dingo looked confused.

"But Dr. Robotnik says you can't go anywhere."

James sighed.

"No. Go, as in, I really need to use the can right now."

Dingo looked around, more confused.

"But I don't think we have any cans in here."

James' face reddened a little in frustration. "The bathroom, dumb ass! I need to use the bathroom!"

Dingo's slow mind took a minute to register thr request.

"Oh…Okay, I'll take you there. But you have to come back here before Sleet or Dr. Robotnik finds out."

James shook his head.

"Yeah, Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just hurry the fuck up!"

Dingo walked over to the SWAT bot and took the set of keys out from around its arm. He walked over to the cell and unlocked the door. James steeped outside, but the SWAT bot moved up and made sure the other band members remained in the cell. The bot closed the door again as Dingo led James out of the room.

As the two walked down the hallway, Dingo started talkinghim to death.

"Is your world like this one? Do you like playing music? Do you make a lot of money? Do you travel a lot?"

This continued the whole way till they reached a restroom down the hall. James got more annoyed wit each statement.

"Do you think the Doctors plan will work? Do you think you guys can give us all autographs?"

Hefinally snapped. He got right in Dingo's face.

"Okay, listen. You want answers? Well here! Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Hell no, and No!"

James calmed down a little and regained his composure.

"That good enough for ya?"

Dingo was a tad shaken by James sudden outburst.

"Y…Yes sir." he stammered.

"Good. Now, if you'll just shut up and let me go to the bathroom, maybe, just maybe I'll get the rest of the band to give you an autograph or smething like that."

Dingo switched from scared to excited.

"Really?"

James sighed.

"Yes already. Now shut up and let me take a piss."

Dingo nodded and stepped aside as James went inside the bathroom. As he went in, he noted that the door actually swung both ways when pushed.

When he was inside, the first thing that threw him off was the size of the urinals. They were a good deal smaller than what he was used to. The stalls didn't seem all that comfortable either. But then, he figured theyweren't really built for human use.

"This is gonna be fucking interesting." He said to himself.

Outside, Dingo waited for James to finish. Five minutes later, the sound of the toilet flushing was heard. Dingo turned and knocked on the door.

"Hey, hurry up. We don't want to get caught by Dr. Robotnik."

Inside, James finished washing his hands in the small sinks when he noticed the knock. At first, he thought that he might as well go back to the cell, but he remembered something. Dingo had they keys to the cell.He figured that it would be fairly simple to get them from him, he just needed a plan.

He looked around for something; anything blunt to nail Dingo over the head with. But there was none. Everything that would have been useful was secured to whatever surface needed. He scratched his head, wondering what he was going to do.

As Dingo knocked again, James suddenly remembered the door. He smiled slyly as an idea came into his head.

"Oh, I'm coming, buddy. Just hang on."

He walked right in front of the door, and stepped back to get some distance.

Outside, Dingo still waited calmly. He heard footsteps from the other end of the doorway and walked right in front of the door.

"Finished, Mr.?"

There was no reply. He reached up to knock, but the second his hand touched the door, it suddenly flew open with tremendous force, smashing into Dingo and sending him flying the short distance into the wall at the other end of the hall. James smirked.

"Knew he was to dumb to stand back."

He walked over to a very dazed Dingo, who was sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall. He looked unconscious.He reached down and removed the keys from around his arm.

"Thanks chief."

He turned to leave, but he stopped, looking like he forgot something.

"Oh yeah, I did say I'dget you an autograph, didn't I. "

He walked back to Dingo and took a scrap piece of paper and a pen from his pocket. He quickly scribbled something down on it and then placed it right in Dingo's face, covering his eyes.

"There ya go," he said sarcasticaly, "Enjoy."

He then turned and ran down the hallway back to the cell.

The band members sat in the cell, still bored, when James rushed into the room holding the keys. Everyone else stood up in surprise.

Lars was the first to notice what his bandmate was holding.

"What the fuck…how'd you get those?"

James fumbled through the keys as he talked.

"Lets just say I knocked the dumbass onto his ass."

When he though he had the right key, he inserted it into the lock. No good.

"Shit…" he said in frustration.

He tried the next one…still nothing.

As James was trying the keys, Sleet was walking through the hallway, apparently on his way to the restroom as well. When he rounded the corner, the first thing that caught his attention was the wide open door, and Dingo on the ground, out cold.

"Dingo? What the…"

Dingo remained on the floor, not able to respond. Sleet walked up to him, and he noticed the scrap paper on Dingo's face.

"What's this?"

As he read the message, his eyes widened in surprise, and then switched to pure frustration. The message on the paper read; 'Sweet dreams, sucker. James Hetfield'

Sleet crumpled the paper up in his hand. He quickly got up and walked to the other wall, where he pressed a red button on an intercom panel, instantly activating an alarm.

Inside the cell room, James was still having trouble with the keys when the alarm went off. Everyone looked up.

"I'm guessing that's not a good thing." Jason said.

Lars disregarded the alarm and turned back to James.

"Just keep trying the fucking keys!"

James tried yet another, but the door still didn't open.

Just when he went to get yet another key, a red laser suddenly shot the whole ring right out of his hand.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he held his hand, his fingers slightly singed.

Everyone turned and looked to the doorway. Standing there was three SWAT bots, lasers raised and aimed. Standing among them was Sleet, a look of frustration, and slight amusement on his face.

"I have to admit, Mr. Hefield," he said, "that you are pretty clever for a stupid musician. I think you deserve some credit for getting this far, but your little escape plan isn't going to work. So I recommend that you just go back into your cell, and we'll just forget this whole thing before anyone is harmed."

James looked at Sleet, then at the robots. It didn't seem like he had much a choice. He sighed.

"Okay shorty, you win..."

He slowly started putting his hands up, but he suddenly stopped midway. He looked up, a sarcastic grin on his face as he suddenly raised both his middle fingers.

"And there's your prize!"

Sleet was no fool. He knew what that sign meant.

"How dare you!" he said as he suddenly ran at James, who just reared back and kicked the little wolf clean across the room like a soccer ball, into the three SWAT bots, sending them tumbling out into the hallway, landing in a heap.

"Hope that felt good." James said. He tuned to pick up the keys, only to find them charred and disfigured from the laser hit.

"Shit"

The rest of the band looked on, knowing that that was perhaps the last hope.

"Hey guys, my bad. I'll try and find another way to get you out of there."

The other band members didn't show a sign of hope though.

"You know what," Kirk said, "Fuck it. Just you get the hell out of here before the shit heads get back up and kick your ass."

James couldn't understand it.

"But, what the fuck are you guys gonna do?"

The band didn't say anything for a moment, because they knew they weren't going to do anything.

"Don't fuckin' worry, dude," Lars said. "We'll be fine. Besides, the fat bastard can't do a damn thing to the rest of us cause he still needs us."

"Yeah," Jason said. "We'll try and stall as long as we fuckin' can. You just get your ass out of here."

James didn't know what to say. Here were guys that would sometime argue and be ready to tear each others heads off, and now they were more concerned with the safety of their lead singer rather ten their own. He decided to take the advice.

"Alright, fine. But I will be back with some help." Before the band could say anything, he turned and was out the door.

As he left, James noticed the SWAT bots lying in a pile against the wall. From underneath them,he could here Sleet pounding away on their metal frame.

"Get off of me, you tin cans!" came a muffled voice.

Hestared for a minute, then smiled slyly and kicked one of the robots, causing it to shift position and fall further. A muffled yell came from the pile.

"AHHH! My foot! Get off my foot!"

James smiled at his work, then turned ran down the hallway.

In his main operations room, Dr. Robotnik watched James run down the hallway on one of the security monitors. As he watched, he was infuriated at all James had done thus far, since he had seen almost everything.

"He's pretty smart for a rock band singer..."

Robotnik suddenly smirked and leaned back in his chair.

"Let's see just how durable he really is."

He turned to a control console and flipped a series of switches.

In the hallway, James kept running, and at the end of the hall, he saw a series of thick steel doors. His exit. He continued to head toward them, until suddenly, he was stopped as a series of red lights began flashing. He stood in the hall, knowing that more trouble was on the way.

"Damn, can't they make it easy for me?"

He looked back down the hall just in time to see a series of secret doors in the wall slide open. At first, nothing appeared to happen. James sighed in relief, but that quickly diminished when he looked back, only to see SWAT bots pouring out of each door.

"Aw fuck."

The robots began assembling in the hallway between James and freedom. As each robot turned and looked in his direction, he smiled sheepishly.

"Heh, hey fellas. Lets…uh…be cool now. Don't want anyone to be hurt…"

He stopped as they raised their weapons. His face went white with fear.

"…Or do you?"

He slowly started backing away, which soon escalated into a full run. The SWAT bot immediately gave pursuit, firing their weapons ashe tried to loose them.

As the chase went throughout the various hallways, Robotnik continued to watch, his expression one of pure amusement as James tried to dodge the robot's fire.

"Not so easy now, is it James?" He said, smiling evilly.

In the hallway, James was running out of options. He had already turned down several hallways, but all the robots were still on him. He thought that it would be over soon.

That is, until he found something that was not only out of place, but also very useful. A door a few feet ahead of him. He didn't know where it went to, and he didn't care. As long as it got him away from the robots. He turned the corner and opened the door, and the second he was inside, slammed it shut behind him. Outside, all the robots ran past the door, oblivious to the fact that whom they were chasing was right next to them.

In the small room, he couldn't see a thing. The first thing he did was look for a light switch. Finding it, he flipped it on, only to discover that he was inside a small, very cramped maintenance closet, surrounded by vacuums, brushes, mops, and other cleaning utensils. Helooked around surprised, then just shook his head.

"I guess even in this high tech place someone's gotta do the cleanup work."

Hestood there for a minute, looking around. He didn't want to risk going outside, because the robots might just be waiting by the door. But then, he didn't want to stand in a maintenance closet all day either. He glanced up and down the various shelves. This time something caught his attention. He moved over and began moving stuff away, to slowly reveal a large, dirty mirror.

"That's something you wouldn't normally find in here."

He thought. He looked into it, not really having anything come to mind right away. But the more he though, the more something began to come up. As the idea materialized, he smiled.

"Hell yeah."

On the monitors in his operations room, Robotnik watched as the robots moved past the door James had gone into. They had stopped just a few more feet down the hall, not moving, just rotating their heads in various directions, looking for their target. Robotnik scratched his head.

"Very clever, Mr. Hetfield. Very clever indeed."

He continued to watch for several minutes, nothing really happening, until he saw James slowly emerge from the room, something hidden behind his back.

"Ah, so you decided to give up. Wise choice."

He continued to watch, thinking James was going to surrender.

James stood in the hallway, but the robots seemed to not notice him. The object behind his back was kept hidden from their view.

"I hope this fuckin' works…" he thought to himself.

He took a deep breath and yelled out to the squad of SWAT bots.

"Hey, tin cans! Back here!"

All of them turned around slowly to face him. He raised his hand and gave them a motion to 'bring it on'. All the robots raised their weapons.He got whatever he had hidden behind his back ready.

All at once the robots fired. As the lasers zipped toward him, he suddenly whipped out the mirror from the closet. He held it high, and all the lasers impacted with its surface, and were reflected back at almost twice the speed.

The lasers began to ricochet off the walls, taking out one robot after the other. James dropped to the floor to stay clear, and watched at each robot fell to it's own fire.

The commotion continued for a good five minutes. When the laser shots died down, and the sound of mechanical devices was no longer heard, he slowly looked back up to see what went down. His eyes were met by a pile of about fifteen SWAT bots, all broken upwith deeplaser holes in them. James shook his head in approval of his work.

"Just like I thought."

He got up and dusted himself off.

"I knew watching Saturday morning cartoons would always come in handy some day."

He glanced over the pile for a minute, then turned and ran back in the direction he came.

In the control room, Robotnik slammed his fist against the console in frustration.

"Damn him! He's only been here one day and already he's caused just as much trouble as that stupid hedgehog!"

His eyes were now glued to the monitors, following James' every movement. When the camera switched to a different hallway, it was clear that James was heading back to the big exit doors. They were closed, so Robotnik thought he had nothing to worry about.

"Well, at least he isn't going anywhere."

In the hall,James ran right up to the door, just as it closed,and pounded on it with all his might, but it did nothing. They were sealed shut.

"Damn you!" He pounded away with his fist at the electronic lock.

"Why…won't…you…open!" He kept it up till his hand was sore. He sighed, knowing it was pointless, and gave up. But when he turned around, he was met with the barrel of a laser gun, like what the SWAT bots used only smaller. And holding it to him was a very battered and bruised Sleet.

"So…Mr. Hetfield…" He said in between breaths, "It would seem…that for a human…you are quite clever…"

"Yeah well, I try." he said, sarcastically. Sleet only raised the gun higher.

"Now, since it seems…that since you did cause so much trouble…you deserve to be destroyed."

Sleet stared him right in the eye, keeping the gun steady.

"But, you're lucky that Robotnik needs you. So…I'm willing to just take you back to your holding cell…and forget this all happened."

He stopped for a minute before going on, to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.

"However, I can't say the same for the doctor."

James stood there and pretended to think it over. He had made it this far, and there was no way in hell he was giving up now.

"Let me see," he said, clearly being sarcastic, "I think the words I'm looking for here are…lets see… Oh Yeah. Fuck, and, You. You like that?"

Sleet's anger got the better of him. He raised the gun and blindly fired a shot. But James was already expecting it, and he moved aside, allowing the laser shot to miss and hit the door panel. The door, now shorted out, slowly slid open. James turned to Sleet.

"Hey, look at that. Thanks man."

Sleet raised the gun again, but James brought his leg back, then let a kick loose, right into the wolf's crotch. Sleet quickly fell to the ground, in severe pain.

"Wow," James said, trying to contain his laughter, "Even cartoon animals have a little something down there."

He bent down and stared Sleet in the eye.

"Pleasure doing business with ya, chief." He said.

He stood back up and causally strolled out the door.

Outside the facility, James walked right into the colorful world that was Mobius. Everything still looked like a cartoon, but at this point it didn't surprise him. He was just tired and confused at this point.

"Where the fuck do I go now?"

He looked around in different directions, not sure what to do. He shrugged, and started walking in a random direction away from Robotnik's base.

On a hill, far from the base, Sonia, Sonic, Tails and Manic lay crouched on the ground, watching. Sonia had her laptop, and on it were images from Robotnik's security cameras. Sonic and Manic were surprised by what had took place in the base.

"You know," Sonic said, "I never saw a person who had the guts to do that to Sleet."

Manic shook his head.

"Talk about going nuts."

Sonic laughed. "After that, I don't think Sleet has any nuts." The two brothers laughed.

"Hey, guess he finally lost his marbles." Tails added. They all laughed harder.

Sonia was the only one being serious.

"Come on guys, focus. This is a big deal. I've never seen a species that looked like that anywhere on this planet. It's clearly something that involves Robotnik's Inter-Dimensional portal."

Manic looked again at the video.

"If that's all Robotnik could get, then that's a weak grab."

Sonia shook her head.

"It could have been a test. We don't know."

Sonic nodded.

"Well, maybe we should figure out where he's going and get him before he harms anyone."

Sonia shook her head.

"I don't think he hurts people for the sake of doing it. He just did all that in self-defense. He might be a good guy."

"Well," Manic said, "We won't know until we get to him. And by the looks of things, he's on the move."

They all looked in the distance to see James, now running from the base.

"Where could he possibly go?" Sonic asked.

"He wouldn't know this world. He'd get lost."

"Yeah, well if that's the case, he made a lucky choice."

They all turned to Tails.

"What do you mean?" Sonia asked.

"Well, if he keeps in that direction, he'll wind up in Robotropolice soon."

The hedgehogs looked at each other.

"Then we'd better get there first." Sonic said.