Oh shit, I forgot my disclaimer.

Yeah, I'm supposed to be taking a break from writing. But, I can't help it. DX

Broken
Part Two

Humans can be incredibly stupid at times. They threw me into a cell with bars I could easily slip through. They also confiscated a few of my personal belongings: my badge, my gun, my money, although I don't think I'll be getting that back, and my green Chaos Emerald. I made my exit rather quickly, gathering my things, except for my cash…fucking bastards.

Not having any money, I was forced to track Silver on foot. I couldn't go back to the office, so I went to the library instead. There, they had an archive that was available to detectives only. It contained a list of all the abandoned buildings in town. I flashed my badge at the young girl sitting at the counter and she led me to the back. It didn't take long until I located the list. The only hard part about this was figuring out which one he was hiding in.

There were a multiple number of hospitals that have been off limits for some time now. There was also a doll factory, a motel, a restaurant, and a small plaza mall. I crossed off the sanitarium that was checked out yesterday and wracked my brain for an answer. I decided to look up Silver's file while I was thinking. I came across a bunch of interesting things.

He was from the future, yes. He had helped us defeat Mephiles and Solaris. Then, he returned home. He came back, however. He was never the same. I hardly recognized him when we met up at the office. I guess I didn't want him back in my life.

Anyway, it said that one of his friends died in the very same sanitarium where we found him. He also used to work at the doll factory, and it said that he stayed in the motel for quite a long time before it was burned down. Each building that described a portion of his life was on the list. Does this have something to do with me being accused?

I know I didn't kill anyone. I'm not a sick bastard like that. I may come off as such, but I wouldn't kill anyone I knew. It just wasn't me. What I couldn't understand was why Silver had told them it was me. Why did they believe him to begin with? He was just one victim. Argh. My head hurts.

I gave up an hour later and decided to take a look around the doll factory. I was already wanted for being a serial killer, so sneaking into an off-limit facility wasn't a big add to my record. The place looked as if no one has been around in decades. It was filled with trash and doll parts were scattered everywhere. Boxes sat around in every random place. I had to move quite a few around just to get upstairs. When I did, I noticed a shadow moving about through the hallway. I supposed this floor was used for business, as there were desks and cabinets everywhere, which gave him or her various places to hide.

I followed the figure as best as I could until I was tapped on my shoulder. It scared the shit out of me. But, when I whirled around, no one was there. That scared me even more. As I turned back toward searching for the figure, I was struck on my abdomen. I coughed and accidentally dropped my gun. I couldn't see the face of who was attacking me, as I was hit in the same spot for three times after. I fell to my knees and vomited. And, as I did, I was beaten on the back of the head. I was forced down into the pool of shit in front of me. I blacked out.

I didn't know how long I was unconscious. But, when I came to, I was strapped to a table. My arms and legs were bound, and my midriff hurt too much for me to struggle loose. I stayed there for a bit until I heard footsteps coming my way. A light flickered on above me. I winced at the sudden brightness. I tried to get a glance at who would be in such a place. It was Silver. He was holding a wrench and watched me until I realized who it was.

"You! Why did you do it?" I tried to sit up, but couldn't. The more I struggled, the more my stomach hurt. Eventually, I calmed myself. "Why did you get me arrested?"

Silver laughed. "You're such a silly person. I put you in jail to piss you off." He leaned back in his seat, tapping the wrench against his palm. "I see it worked rather well. How did you find me? Who tipped you off?"

"You're the murderer. You've been killing everyone. You posed as a victim to frame me." I huffed, knowing I was right by his expression. "But, why?" He stood, coming closer with the wrench under his chin.

"Why? Because you destroyed everything I held dear to me." I didn't understand. Silver and I had been good friends. Why this? What have I done? He assumed I was clueless due to my lack of response. "You took everything away from me," He waved the wrench around, and for a moment I thought he was going to beat me again. "You ruined my life!" He threw the tool against the wall near my head. I heard it make contact and break. "So now I'm ruining yours. How's it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"

My breath was caught in my throat. He was the murderer. That meant he killed Rouge. I still remember the horrified look on her face. I still remember the way Stewy laughed at her. I still remember the way her eyes had been ripped out. "You killed her."

He shook his head, having calmed himself. "No. I hired someone to torture her. My intent was not to kill her. Your reaction was what brought me to killing my victims."

I chuckled. He was too much of a pussy to kill them himself? Somehow, this made me feel better about my current situation. He didn't find it as funny as I did, and slapped me. I growled. "You'll regret this. The police are surely on their way. You'll be caught."

Silver stepped back and giggled wildly. "Me? Caught?" He spoke in an apologetic tone. "Aww, poor Shadow. He thinks the big, bad police are coming to arrest Silver." He smiled. "Well, what's to say you didn't drag me here? What's to say this is your hideout, Shadow?" His smile turned into a sly grin. "What's to say I was just defending myself from a brutal serial killer?" He picked up a nearby knife. "What's to say I was the victim again? Hmm? What are you going to do?"

He was right. The Commander trusted him more than me. I was a criminal in their eyes. If I were killed right now, they would believe Silver. I couldn't let that happen. I attempt to struggle free, but the knife he was holding became lodged in my right leg. I screamed in pain, immediately ceasing my actions for fear of causing myself more harm. I didn't want to admit it, but I was afraid of him. I feel helpless.

"Don't you ever think you can escape me after what you've done." I spat in his face. He pulled the knife out and would've plunged it into my other leg had it not been for the ringing of a cell phone. He walked away, and I let out a sigh of relief. I picked up parts of his conversation. The police were headed this way and would be here within ten minutes. I was thankful. For a moment, I felt a tinge of hope. Until Silver returned. He held a disfigured doll. It was grinning. He placed it down beside a container marked 'Warning'. I wasn't interested in reading it.

"What are you doing?"

He laughed again. "Let me tell you something. I'm leaving. You're staying here." He began to gather his things. "The basement of this factory isn't very stable," He giggled. I was beginning to hate the sound of his voice. "If anything exploded down here, it would bring the entire facility down." He mounted the bag on his back. He paused at the door and turned back to me, giving me a wink. "Toodles." He blew at kiss at me and left.

I turned my head back to the doll. There was a string hanging from its chest that slowly pulled itself inside of the doll. I expect it to say something like 'Mama' or some stupid shit like that. My attention was grabbed by the container it sat next to. It read: 'Warning! Flammable substances!' I shrugged and tried to relax for a bit. My leg hurt like a bitch. I was hungry too. And, to top it all off, I had no way of escaping. Damn. Life sucks, doesn't it?

My thoughts trailed back to what Silver had said. Had I truly ruined his life? I never really thought about it. He was always a happy person whenever I was around. I did hear from Sonic that he had lost Blaze and that his world had become even more chaotic without her. But, what did this have to do with me? It was Mephiles' fault. He should be the one laying here on this table, not me. I've done nothing wrong, have I?

My ears suddenly picked up a ticking sound. I turned back to the doll. The string was fully inside now, and the ring was resting against its cloth-like chest. Its eyes glowed red. My ears perked up. I was curious. Instinct caused me to tilt my head, but it only brought discomfort to my neck. A soft, childish tune began to play. "Hi," It spoke in a young boy's voice, but something wasn't right. "My name is Blow-Up Tommy." What kind of name is that? "I can count backwards." What the hell? "Wanna see?"

I finally caught on. This thing was going to explode. Recalling what Silver said earlier, I began to struggle, despite the pain. I couldn't break free. There was nothing I could do. My hand brushed against the blade he had stabbed me with. Blood stained my glove. I had one chance to get free.

"Ten, nine, eight…"

Fuck.

All refrences to Condemned 2: Bloodshot belong to SEGA/Everyone else involved.
Psycho Silver and Co. belong to SEGA/Sonic Team