Chapter two: Thus begins the Hell.

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Exit light,
Enter Night,
Take my hand,
We're off to never-neverland.

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Sonic woke again. Time again already?

He stood before the hooded figure. His master.

"I..." The cloaked, round figure spoke, "am Master of Puppets... Sonic... is a puppet now. MY puppet. Obey your master. Let us bring a little more Hell to your friend, yes?"

Sonic's reply was forced. "Yes."

"Good. Take... this..." Master motioned to a large blade. "It is a GreatShiv. Ultimately a far more effective weapon. Sonic... send our little brother to Hell once more. This time, however, make sure he doesn't leave. Last time we only gave him dreams... Now... Is the time for his nightmares."

"Yes, Master." He... No... His HAND took the Shiv, and stalked off.

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Room 409.

This was it.

Sonic moved through the dark room. He got to the bed and started his work. He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed at the bed.

Nobody there?

"I've been waiting for you... Sonic the Hedgehog..."

Sonic turned. Shadow.

"I got the wimp to safety... He told me all about you... He was babbling pretty bad, so I had to knock him out. I thought you were his friend."

Sonic started laughing. "Shadow... If you only knew." He swung at the onyx one with his Shiv. A small knick. But that was enough.

"Sonic, you disappoint me... Didn't you once tell me you woudln't be caught DEAD with a weapon... Although I guess you ARE dead, aren't you, you zombie son of a--Urkh..."

Shadow collapsed, convulsed, and burned.

He was in Hell now.

Sonic grabbed an emerald from the floor where Shadow once stood.

"Chaos..."

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Shadow's house.

"CONTROL!"

Tails almost screamed. That wasn't Shadow. Who was it? Who was it, there was only one person it could be and Tails couldn't think straight and he was about to shit himself and--

Knock..

OSHITOSHITOSHITODAMN--

Knock...

"Taaaaaiiiiilllls..."

OGEEOHFUCKOHLORDY--

BAM! The door flew open, and there was Sonic, in all his grotesque form...

And he had a knife.

Fan-frikkin'-tastic.

"Tails... I got a present for ya..."

"Go to Hell..."

"You."

Sonic grabbed him. Tails wriggled helplessly as he felt something cold and metallic cut open his forehead. He screamed, and kicked, but damn, he was strong, and--

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HELL

Enter Night.

Tails stood up and brushed himself off. Sonic was gone... But... everything in Shadow's house was burnt... Blood was everywhere... Shit, just like the hospital.

Gunfire. Lots of it.

"Sh... Shadow?"

Indeed, it was Shadow, who backed into the room, firing a sub-machine gun wildly into the blackness beyond the door. He stopped just at the doorframe, right outside the room. He reloaded, turned, and aimed the gun at Tails. He relaxed, but seemed ticked.

"Great, now I gotta protect you..."

"Why? I don't need you help."

"Kid, you're dead without me."

A bladed claw entered Shadow's head, pulling out greyish-red brain matter. Shadow fell, dead. Tails almost threw up.

"Shit! Shit! Hrr--"

Scratch that--he DID throw up. Something swung at him as he ducked to vomit, and it missed, but barely. Tails ran, picking up the sub-machine gun as he did so. The corridor was much larger in this darker realm...

"Shit!" Tails ducked again, and again avoided having his head removed. He fired blindly into the cieling.

The thing fell. Tails looked over it. It had no visible head... It's left arm was a large, jagged steel blade, it's right a clawed hand... It's legs were those of spiders, and it was scrawny, yet still looked plenty capable of killing something...

It got up and turned to him.

'Think rationally.. No head, no eyes, no ears. It must be able to sense movement... Stay perfectly still...'

The thing swung at him with the blade, and he ducked again.

'Alright, that didn't work... Run!' Tails ran as fast as he could, down the hall and out the front door.

Bad idea.

There were thousands of them, all shapes and sizes...

And the door to the only safe-ish place that Tails knew of had just closed, and Tails knew it was locked just by the instinct (the metal bars and wall of flame were nice hints too though...)

And there was only one word that Tails could think of to describe his situation...

"Fuck."

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To be continued...