Disclaimer: All of the Sonicverse characters and places inserted into this story are owned by SEGA, and used without permission or knowledge. All other characters belong to me. The places used as backdrops, except for SS, mentioned in this story are real.

Sonic- 21 years

Amy (Paloma)- 19 years

Tails- 16 years

Knuckles- 23 years

Shadow- 22 years

Cream- 12 years

Rouge- 25 years

Chapter 13: Third Degree and Satisfaction

The city had changed in the days that Sonic had been away. All the places that the blue bomber and his friends used to hang out together we closed and gone. Even every shop that he could remember that Amy had once dragged him into on her shopping trips went out of business because of lack of customers in the area, the high taxes, or out of fear because of recent fires set by an unknown gang of arsonists. Rumors were going around the old place. People were saying that the shopkeepers were paying people to set the fires. The owners would pay an amount and then wait for their shop to go a blaze. It was the perfect plan and no one would be caught. The perfectly executed plan made the fire marshals assume that each fire was the result of some sort of electrical error or a gas leak. Not only did this give the storeowners the perfect alibi for their whereabouts, but also they would be able to collect the insurance without any problems of fraud. These people were desperate and had fallen on the hardest of times; they would have done anything to make ends meet.

Sonic stood watch over the hospital from a top an adjacent building that had went out of business a week before. For a few days now, he had been thinking of some kind of way to get inside and see Paloma. He knew that it would not be an easy task to do, considering everyone knew who he was, and for him to pull anything off would be a miracle if he was not caught by hospital staff. However, who could catch the fastest thing alive! He was being cocky and he knew it. Somehow, being cocky had to be one of his weaknesses yet it also served as an asset to him. It was weird for him to be back in Station Square. It was almost eerie. Only shadows remained of his memories in the busiest of cities. The old places connected to his memories remained inside of him, but the busy and always ever changing city had erased them away. All these old memories would flood his ever-fragile mind and the emotions that he once felt would drown him and play a number on his emotional state. These feelings of regret and anguish were real and his. As far as could remember, was that he was born alone. His friends had slowly started to shut him out of their lives. Some of them not even caring what the next day or hour would do to him. They thought he was crazy, and when they suggest that he needed help, that he needed to speak to someone who could help him come to terms and move one. Each time the famous blue hero would flip out and create some kind of scene that would not only scare his friends but himself from the reactions he saw on their faces. He never thought that one person could do this to him; he had never thought that Amy would be that person.

Sonic walked over towards a broken mirror that he had found earlier. He had found the old broken thing when he wandered around Amy's old haunting ground. It was discarded by the dumpster of an old costume shop that had like many of the shops had gone out of business. It was cracked and in some places the glass was long gone. The frame was sure pretty and had to be hand carved. No machine could duplicate such craftsmanship like this. Maybe when he was done with it, he should get it fix and then give it to Rouge as a peace offering. She sure did love looking at her self in any mirror. She even had one on the ceiling of the master bedroom. Sonic shook his head trying to get that fearful image out of his head. He then kneeled down and placed a strong gaze at a shopping bag full of uniforms that he had found in the hospital's supply room. He placed his hand in the bag and pulled out an old candy stripper uniform. It was such a design for a uniform, and it totally clashed with his very own natural attitude that he had to force himself to put it on.

After the eternity of putting the uniform on, Sonic stood up straight a look at himself in the mirror. Even if it was a hideous color, he sure made it look nice and sexy on his frame. Now as he looked at himself, he came to realize that even if he wore the ugly ass uniform, his face was still very recognizable. He could change his quills, but it would be a hard choice of whether to change the color, style or even both to remain undetected. He could just wear a wig or maybe a du rag could help him cover up any revealing marks. He grinned to himself for a bit as he remembered how everyone had mistaken him for Shadow all those years ago. Still how they ever mistaken him for Shadow, he will never know. Sonic, kneeled down again and placed his hand back into the bag feeling around for the spirit gum, fake beard, and scissors. He felt kind of lucky as to finding these articles next to the dumpster where he had found the mirror. He took the scissors and began cutting pieces off the beard. He applied the spirit gum to his face and then added the few pieces of cut pieces of the beard and fastened it into a mustache. He looked at himself in the mirror. He sure did look different. He didn't even recognize himself. He looked a bit like himself, but his mustache looked like Eggman's own.

Had it come to this? Had it come for the legendary blue hero to cross the line into evil, or had he already crossed it long ago when he had treated Amy so cruelly. It almost felt weird to see this mustache on himself. He had never imagined that he would be wearing something that remotely looked like something his nemesis would own. Sonic could not help but trace the reflection of the mustache with his fingers. Was it trying to tell him what he was going to do was evil and wrong, even to someone who may not deserve it. But she did deserve it, all the evidence pointed to her and only her, and for that she must be punished. His reflection sickened and disgusted him. Was this the read blue hero that had become famous after so many years? Would throwing away all his accomplishments be worth it?

Sonic gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he formed a fist, and then punched the glass sending it flying all over the roof. Opening his eyes slowly, Sonic brought his hand in front of his face and starred at the blood running from his hand. It looked pretty and yet there was pain throbbing through out his entire hand. The blood had reminded him of Amy's headband and clothing. He had almost forgotten the name of the shade of red that she had worn to set off her natural pink coloring. The entire sight of his own blood had cleared his mind of all doubt that he had of his future actions. It still wasn't clear how he would deal with Paloma, but he assured himself that he would know once he got there.

Sonic wrapped his hand in some cloth bandages he had brought from his campsite in the ruins. Though it wasn't a proper fix to stop the bleeding, it would have to do till he got inside the hospital and fixed it there himself. With that process done, Sonic made his way towards the edge of the building and jumped in a zigzag motion until he was completely on the solid ground of the dead-end alley. He calmly walked from the alley as if nothing was wrong and as if nothing was going to happen. Sonic was such a good actor that you could have believed that this was his profession. He walked up to his first hurdle, the emergency room entrance, and entered without the guards checking him out for proper ID. To them, it seems like he was always working there. Sonic let out a sigh of relief as he looked around the busy place. It was like a miniature city inside and this was Sonic's second time in a hospital, that all he could do was be amazed again and wander around the place trying to blend in. Thankfully he made his way to the medical supply room without people asking him medical questions that he barely had the answers to. Inside the small room he looked around for can of bactine spray, gauze, alcohol wipes and a roll of some adhesive tape. In his search, he found some latex gloves that he thought would come in handy later and a small shiny package that he knew he would definitely need. Sonic found his items and slowly undid the makeshift bandage he had made earlier on the roof, and began cleaning it with alcohol and the bactine spray. He then rolled the gauze around his cut hand and secured it with the adhesive tape. He brought his hand back up to his face and started to flex it, the numbing effects from the spray were already doing its work. Sonic looked at the ground and picked up the bloody cloth and discarded it in the medical waste bin next to him. Who would ever look for evidence in there? He then placed the latex gloves over his hands and slipped the small shiny package inside of it, making sure that no one could see it through the glove.

As Sonic went back into the hall he was approached by a third year student nurse. The student ID card that hanged around her neck said her name was Rippa and gave her class level. She looked pretty young to be student nurse, but she sure was a good looking cat. She dragged him off to a third floor single room. She motioned to Sonic to get a clean bedpan from the cart outside of the room. Sonic never would have expected to even do something that seemed beneath him but he complied trying not to create any suspicious. All through that afternoon he and Rippa were changing bedpans, and bringing in food to each one of the patients on that floor. There was one room that had caught Sonic's eye while he was working with Rippa. The door was closed, yet if you look through the glass you could almost make out maybe four or five people laying asleep there, but there could be more considering the lights were very dim. He had asked Rippa what was in that room after they were done with collecting all the empty trays from each room. She looked towards Sonic with a confusing look wonder why someone like him was asking such a silly question. She shrugged it off, assuming that he had started working at this hospital, and just said "Comatose Ward". Supposedly from her explanation, it was a room filled with people who had been in a coma for quite sometime. Some were unidentified, some couldn't afford to have a private room, or they didn't have anyone else to take care of them. Sonic ventured into the room once Rippa had gone on her break. He looked around the eerie room; it was filled with nothing but monitors and people in a deep coma.

The whole place sent shivers down his spine. He was about to leave when something caught the corner of his eye. It was her, the one person in the entire cosmos who had caused him an entire lifetime of pain and suffering. She seemed dead to him if it wasn't for the raise and fall of her chest. She had a tube down her throat to assist her with breathing, and there was another smaller tube inserted into her arm that pumped in liquid nutrients from an IV sac that hanged from a stand next to her straight into her body so that her own body wouldn't feast upon its self. The read out from the monitor said that there had been no change in her activity since being there. Her medical file, which a careless attending had left by her bedside, had dictated that since her recovery from hypothermia, there still seem to other factors attributing to her medical condition. The attending had noted that she had a weak heart when she came in so long ago. It wasn't anything genetic or something due to diet. It seemed that her heart was completely stressed, most likely due to depression from the medication that a paramedic had found on her. For what reason she had developed this mental condition he did not know, but had placed in a footnote at the bottom of the page stating that once the patient awakened that she should submitted for a psychological consult and if need be, admitted to the psychiatric ward upstairs on the sixth floor for observation and treatment.

Sonic allowed his fingers to dance along her entire helpless body. She deserved to be like this, but he wasn't the one who put her there. He had wanted her to be awake when he found her and tortured for what he believed she deserved. She looked like an innocent lying in that bed. To Sonic she was not innocent. He wanted to strangle her or break her arm, maybe even beat her up a bit. He wanted it for Amy, so that she could rest easier. Without knowing, his fingers had made their way to bottom of her gown and flipped the bottom portion up to her waist.

Sonic starred longingly at her lavender thighs and then pushed them a part when he noticed something quite odd. It was sort of strange. There was some pink fur seeping through her lavender fur as if it was some kind of regrowth after some dyed their hair. Sonic had never encountered something like this before in his own or anyone of his anthropomorphic friends. Was this caused by the hypothermia? He heard of appendages turning a blackish blue because of frostbite, but never anything else. Without giving himself any kind of warning, he had found two of his fingers jammed inside of her unused pussy. He wanted to get them out of her, but for some reason they just did not want to leave. They were feeling every part of her insides, not wanting to stop.

For Sonic this was this was an entirely new sensation. It was sticky, but moist and the sound it made when he thrusted into her, made him a bit hard. He then thought of something as he continued to watch his fingers go in and out of her. Since she took Amy away from him, then why doesn't he violate her? He grinned to himself and thought about. He could rape her without anyone coming into the room and she could never ID him. Sonic took his fingers out of her and pull down his scrub pants. He then removed his latex gloves and pulled out the small silver package. He starred at it as well. When he had first come across it, he had planned on using it like a water balloon and threw it off a high building. Now as he starred at both Paloma and the package, he knew now that he was finally able to have the guts to go through with his new plan. He slowly opened the package and rolled the slimy cover along his already hardened shaft. It felt weird having it on him, and it was stranger that this would be his first sexual experience. He had always assumed it would be with someone he truly cared about, but she had taken that special someone away from him.

Sonic slowly slid himself into her all the while feeling how tight and dry she was before popping her hymen. This had surprised Sonic. He had assumed that this girl was a bonafied slut. At least the blood from her hymen would work as lubrication. Lucky for him, but unlucky for her, that is if Paloma had not just opened her eyes.