Shadow and Espio

By Streak the Chameleon

Chapter 9: Rouge's Revenge

I do not own any of the Sonic characters. Sega does.

Thanks to Pyro Hedgehog4ever for the review! I like your stories too, man!

Just a warning. This chapter is a bit more… violent then the others.

Sonic and Amy stood at the spot where Streak had just vanished. Rouge was crying over Knuckles' dead body.

"Come on, Rouge, forget about Knuckles. We need to catch them." Amy said.

"Forget about him! He's dead!"

Sonic walked up to her. "Amy's right, we need to get going."

"I'm… I'm only going because I want to kill that chameleon."

"Then let's get to it."

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Streak crouched in the bushes in front of GUN's fortress.

"This is Shadow. I've made it inside."

"Roger that."

Streak started turning invisible and walked toward the main gates. Two guards patrolled the main gates, looking bored out of their minds.

"So, what are you doing this Saturday?" One guard said to the other.

"Oh, I think head on down to the bar… get a few drinks…" The other guard said.

"Hopefully we won't have duty."

Streak slowed walked in between the two men.

"Did you hear something?"

He took out two shurikan, one in each hand. Then he threw them out sideways.

"No, I don't th-gaaaa!"

The shurikan whizzed past him. A second later, it formed a deep cut in his neck. He fell to the ground, dead. The other guard's shurikan had the same results.

Streak turned visible and ran up the huge wall that ran around the base.

On the roof, he found a chute that ran straight into the middle of the base. He jumped in.

He landed in some sort of hallway. The hall obviously looked like it hadn't been used for some time. There was one door at the end.

He tried to contract Shadow. All he got was static.

"Better try that door…"

As he put his hand on the doorknob, he heard a footstep down the hallway.

Something shined down the long hallway and hit the light switch next to him, putting out the lights completely.

"Ahh!" The lights going out surprised Streak.

He took off his backpack and took out a flashlight.

The flashlight cut through the inky blackness.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Another footstep echoed down the hallway.

Slowly, Streak moved forward.

Then a figure jumped at him through the darkness and pinned him down. The flashlight dropped out of his hand and clattered to the floor.

"Hello, Streak."

"Rouge?" This was the worst possible scenario. One, he got uneasy around Rouge anyway. Two, Rouge's eyesight was definitely better than his. Three, she was probably really angry about him killing Knuckles.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill you. Slowly." Rouge was saying this in a calm voice.

"What?"

Rouge's fist slammed into his jaw and Streak got knocked out.

Rouge dragged him into a spare room and began to work.

30 minutes later, Streak opened his eyes. He was chained to the wall and Rouge was staring in his eyes.

"Feeling awake?" She said in a singsong voice.

Streak said nothing.

She held Streak's arm down on the wall with a clamp. Then she took his arm.

And brought it down.

There was a horrible cracking sound as Streak's arm broke. Streak screamed.

"Oh god! Oh god!" He started crying because of the pain.

"Now you know how it feels…" Rouge said. She took off the clamp and the handcuff holding Streak's broken arm.

Then she sat down and watched him suffer.