Warning, this chapter depicts an abusive relationship.

4 (?) - Love (?)

Months Before Sonic's Kidnapping

That took, maybe an hour. Maybe not even an hour, that's how quick that was. Like, unusually so. Disappointingly so. Hell, she was still wet. And bleeding. What the fuck was that all about? He just up and said, 'Oh shit, I'm gonna do it!' and bam, he was done. Here she was panting in bed, sweat rolling off of her body as she thought she was going to have the time of her life tonight. But little did she know her boyfriend was going to give her the most regrettable love session she's ever been a part of. All she had on as of now was her bra, as her panties had been discarded a while ago. She was just sitting upwards, staring at the wall of the other side of the room. She couldn't believe that just happened.

And beside her, Scourge was on his smart phone, fully nude, acting as if nothing happened. And frankly, nothing really did happen. They did a brief amount of boring foreplay. Finally, all he did was a few very violent and painful pumps, and whoopsie do! Done. Scourge, was never that bad in bed. Never. Not even close to being that bad. In fact, he wasn't even hard anymore. Was he hard at all throughout that mess? He came but, it wasn't even that much. Fiona turned to him with disbelief on her face, and asked him the one question that's been tugging at her head for the past ten minutes.

"Scourge," She said. "That was fucking terrible. What the hell happened?"

"I was terrible with you on purpose, baby." He replied politely while scrolling through messages and personal digital notes.

Fiona was obviously taken aback by this, and even offended. "W-Wha..? Why?"

"Because you kept moaning his name under your breath. Don't think I didn't hear you." He said as used one of his hands to dig his nail in his ear before plucking the substance off of his finger.

The vixen sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. This again? "Oh God, Scourge it was an accident, alright? I don't love him, you know that. I love you-"

"Sweetie, an accident is a mistake. A mistake is something you make once, maybe twice, maybe three times. But eleven times in one month?" He looked away from his phone and gave her a brief glare with a flat line of a mouth. He then looked back down at the small screen and continued to sound careless and aloof. "Guess you could say I got sick of it, and gave you a bad time. Deliberately."

"Scourge, don't screw with me-"

"Ah ah," He cut her off while holding up his index finger, and sneered. "Already did baby~"

She could feel her temper rise, and she really wasn't in the mood to argue with him right now. "Just, whatever. Where's my clothes?"

He continued to smile and looked to the side. He shrugged and turned off his phone, sliding it underneath his pillow and leaning back against the headboard. "Oh I dunno, somewhere over there." He put his hands behind his head and relaxed. He wasn't going to move a muscle.

"Really? You're not gonna get them for me like you usually do?"

"Nope. Why would I? I'm sure Sonic could have gotten them for you instead. Pretty fast, too." He sarcastically looked very curious. "Hey, you know what? You should totes call that guy! I'm sure he's available, and I'm sure he'd be into you."

Oh sweet Chaos, he was doing it again. Okay, it was fucked up of her to constantly moan his name while they were doing it, she got that, but why did he have to act like such an ass every single time? She closed her eyes and tried to keep her voice down. "Scourge, I'm still soaking wet down here and I'm a little sore considering you rammed me hard as hell for a few seconds. I can't wobble my ass all the way across the room."

"Oh shit bro, sounds like a personal problem." He mumbled. "I'm sure you can muster the strength to go get 'em."

"Scourge, I'm fucking bleeding!" She yelled angrily.

The green hedgehog suddenly found the ceiling very fascinating. "Maybe your period hit ya early this month. That would explain your attitude and your sudden cravings for blue dick."

"Scourge-"

"Wow, you said my name like, six times by now. That's a new record."

The fox threw her hands up to her head in exasperation. "Scourge! For the love of everything that's holy, just do me this one fucking thing and help me get cleaned up!" She directed her hands towards her lower abdomen. "I'm in pain, I'm dirty and bleeding because of you. Be a man, and help your girlfriend out over here!"

"Oh I thought you liked rough sex?"

"You call that bullshit sex? That was thirty straight minutes of complete and utter torture." She hissed. "I'm surprised I didn't end up crying thanks to that."

Scourge picked at his nails and looked at them in the light from the ceiling lamp. "You know, I'm surprised you're still here talking, considering I have absolutely no God damn care in the world for what you have to say at this point in time."

He was pushing it, he was really, seriously pushing it this time. Fiona gripped her fingers into the sheets, glaring holes into her boyfriend's cranium. "Ogilvie," She commanded his attention by using his real name. But just like that, he cut her off again and even turned around to face her. Closely.

"Hey," He said in a dreadfully quiet tone. "Here's an order from your majesty: How about you shut the fuck up?" That, actually hurt her a bit. That was, so mean to say. He never talked to her like that before, not even when he's pissed. He was more loud and obnoxious about it but, this time he was seriously mad. So mad that, he treated her like just another booty call. Like nothing. She said nothing back, and even scooted backwards away from him. "Fiona, we've been at each other's necks like cat and dogs ever since I turned green. And I can't help but wonder if it's because I'm not blue anymore. 'Cause you like Blue, right? No, you don't just like the color, you like him."

"..." She still didn't say anything. Whenever he got like this, she was sometimes afraid to talk.

"You love him. You still, love him." He got up from the bed and snatched the sheets off of them both. He stood up, still staring at her coldly. "You loved that I was blue, and bad. But now that I'm my own person and actually mature, you don't like that. You don't like me anymore." He circled around the bed, nearing closer to her. "I got my intelligence back. I'm stronger, and I'm even badder than I was before. Yet, you don't like that, simply because I strayed too far off from the 'Sonic template'." He put one hand on the bed, and leaned his body forward. "You're intimidated by me, and not in a sexy way, either. You're scared of me, and you don't love me for me. You probably never did, did you?"

She still refused not to open her mouth. She just adverted her eyes from his judging gaze and grimaced.

"It's a real fucking shame, you know?" He scowled. "Because I still love you." This, caused her to cringe and flatten her ears. His voice wasn't just angry, he was hurt too. "I still love you so fucking much. I'd still kill anyone for you. I'd still die for you." He squeezed his hand into a fist. "I forgive you, over and over and over and over and fucking over, but you still want him in the end." He got off of the bed and turned his back towards her. "And I wonder, why? The fuck's so glamorous about this guy, huh? I mean, yeah, he's a hero and courageous and blah blah blah. He's a lady killer. He looks just like me, so I get why you think he's hot." He looked around and walked forward, spotting Fiona's discarded clothes on the floor. "But then, I got something else." He bent forward and went to pick them up. "After stalking him for so long, I realized how pure of heart he is no matter what. He's an angel. I hate to say it, but he really is. He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I mean on the inside." He walked back over to the bed and tossed her clothes at her. "He's not just some fake ass goody-two shoes, he's an overall decent person. So I understand why you love him at all. But he's too perfect for you, and you don't like that." He pointed out. "And that's why you came to me, because I'm far from perfect. I was nothing when I first met you, so you figured I wasn't too good for you. Right?" He emphasized that word strongly with a raising voice.

With a pause in his monologue, Fiona just moved to get her clothes in order. She didn't even face him or make any action to imply that she was paying attention to him anymore.

"But now that I'm coming up in the world, you're not attracted to me as much. You were settling for me." He summed up their relationship with just one word, 'settled'. But that wasn't completely true. She still actually had feelings for him.

"No," She whispered. "That's wrong and you know it."

"No, actually, I really don't babe." He scratched his fingers at his chin and began to speculate. "See, what if I gave into my bi-curiosity and oh, I dunno...Fooled around with him for a bit, hypothetically? Or how about this, what if every time we made love in your bed, I'd scream his name every time I came inside of you?" Seeing her head sink lower with a solemn expression didn't make him stop, it only encouraged him to keep talking. "Or wait! What if we were both like, really in the moment, all lovey dovey and emotional in our little session, and I just start talking about him." He began to mock her, making her feel even worse. "Kinda like this, 'Oh, oh fuck Blue, I love you so much. Oh Sonic, you feel so good~'" He clapped his hands together once and walked to stand right in front of her beside the bed. "My name, is not, fucking Sonic!" He screamed. "You said my real name, but I don't go by that either sweetheart!" As he hollered at her, she flinched with each word. "My name is Scourge, and I advise you to fucking remember it, Fiona! No man, should ever hear his woman scream another man's name out of her fucking face-hole! Got that!?"

"..."

"I asked you a God damn question, girl." He snarled. "Do you understand me? If I hear you say his name one more time, I will fucking kill you myself." He held out his hand, and reached forward to grip her hair and yank her head back. She yelped in pain, grabbing at his wrist to try and make him stop. "Next time, I'll do more than make you bleed down there. And trust me, you don't want that, Fiona. I don't want to hurt you, but I will end you if you hurt me like this again." He shook his head slowly. "I've already been fucked up so many times by so many people, I'll be damned if I let you do it too. I'm not that stupid little boy anymore, Fi. I've grown up, and I'm tired of your shit. If you don't want me, then leave me!"

"I-I," She stuttered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I-I do love you, I do want you. I understand, I promise."

"You know how crazy I am, and you know what I can do to you." He murmured to her. "I can do so many horrible things to you, so many horrible things, Fiona." He gripped her hair even tighter, threatening to rip it out, strand by strand. "I'm a monster, and I'm a shit-person. You know you can't hurt me without consequences."

She didn't say anything back, she just clenched her eyes shut as she tried desperately to pull his hand away from her. She sniffed and quivered, her emotions getting the best of her and weakening her body. Soon, she let go, and just allowed him to grip her. Seeing how fearful and traumatized she was, Scourge realized that he was actually physically harming her. Chaos, why was he doing this? He let go of her and scratched the back of his head. That wasn't even him talking, that was his past self coming out.

He sighed. "I know an apology isn't going to fix what I just did or said to you," He didn't look at her. "But I'm sorry." He crossed his arms and sat down on the bed beside her. "Go in the bathroom and clean up. You should see yourself out." He instructed. "I never, touched you like that before, or talked to you like that before. I don't want that to happen again." He stared out the window, noticing the sun still wasn't out yet. It'd probably never come out in this world. "Don't come back here for a while. I need to sort myself out to make sure I don't hurt you like that again. That could have gone a lot worse."

"..."

For a second there, he himself looked guilty, and sad. But only then. He just continued to look emotionless, and broken. "Get out of my room, Fiona. Leave." He closed his eyes. "Please, leave."

Without a word, she grabbed her things, and stumbled out of bed. She then wobbled away from him, and managed to get out of the room. She left him there to head into the bathroom. After hearing some water, and the shower turn on, he heard the sounds of shoes speeding down the hall. He heard some sobs as well.

She was gone.

He started to chuckle.

Wow, there really was something wrong with him.

Something seriously, awfully wrong.

END - ?

"Love."

There is no such thing as happiness, here. Not for him.

And definitely, not for her.

Truly a disturbing end for both parties involved.

(Okay, so this one doesn't have any serious correlation with the main plot, but I did want to post this as something that was still a part of the story. That's why I didn't just post a new story file and make this a one-shot. This is just a flashback of Fiona's, detailing how she and Scourge argued about her calling out Sonic's name during intimacy. With all of these weird question mark chapters, I want you to really understand how broken Scourge really is as a person, and how negatively he effected the very few number of people in his personal life. But throughout this story, I also want you guys to understand that he isn't just a monster. He is someone who was created into a monster through emotional, mental and physical pain and torment. In this case, Fiona was a small percentage of that, which is what caused him to snap. This is the type of person Sonic would be dealing with, if Scourge ever gets his hands on him. Remember that.)