Negligence, Chapter Five: Question With No Answers
A/N: Sorry for the delay and short chapter. I have been doing a LOT of things lately, including tests. BTW: If you know the song that Tails is listening to, reveiw, and I might tell you why Sonic and Tails don't get on anymore.
Enjoy!
The room was smattered in death. That is, gothic architecture lined the walls, a symphony of black. Posters of underground bands covered a great deal of the wall that was opposite to the window; pristine porcelain dolls that would be pretty if they lacked the eyeliner and ripped dresses that they were wearing took up shelf space above a bed, with, unsurprisingly, black bed sheets. However, the boy on the bed looked quite out of place, his body not adorned with markings of teenage rebellion that the room so vigorously advocated.
The tan wooden door that was opposite the bed opened slowly, with a gentle, silent swing. A girl with pink hair entered the room, coveting her things; this room was obviously belonged to her. She crossed the intervening space quietly, and stretched her body over the bed to get to the dolls on the shelf above. Her fingers strained, grasping desperately at air. But her balance shifted, and so did she. Directly onto the unconscious boy.
Oh. Crap. Was the conga line of thought in the girl's head, dancing to the tune of her heartbeat.
"Guh?"
The boy had murmured. She leaned her head closer to him, trying to get a better understanding of what he wanted to say. She leaned in closer and closer...
The boy's eyes snapped open.
"Where the HELL AM I?"
Tails put the worn wrench down; trying to cope with the fact Sonic might have gone mad. Not only did he have the bravery to come back here, but he was spouting conspiracy theories.
"I only let you in to hear you out, and maybe a misguided sense of chivalry, but Eggman is not up to anything. He's just been captured, and from what Shadow told me, babbling nonsense too. Like you. Hey, maybe you and Eggy should go out?"
"Oh, so you're hangin' out with Shads now?"
"That's not the point! In fact, just get out."
"Tails..."
"No. Just go."
Sonic slowly made his way to the heavy metal door. He hadn't been talking to Tails for a while now, and this had just compounded his misery. He made his hand into a tight fist as he walked out, and with a loud boom, was off.
Tails stared at the screen of his computer, and turned on some music. God knew he needed some healing.
"He's a twentieth century boy..."
Tails minimised the screen, walked over to his sofa-cum-bed, and laid down. With the music still playing, he picked up the phone and began to dial.
Shadow gripped the skin in between his eyes, and paced around the cell, trying not to look at the prisoner. There was only him and Robotnik in the cell, a dusky white colour, furnished only with a plain white table, the scientist on one side, sitting on a plastic chair, and staring at the wall. This was the reason Shadow didn't look at him. The stare chilled his soul, if he had one. Shadow decided to attempt one more time to get an answer.
"What were you doing before the Egg Carrier crashed?"
He was only met with silence. Shadow sighed, turned, and walked out of the door, signalling for the grunts to take him back to his high security cell.
He rounded a corridor, entered his pitch black office, and manoeuvred himself behind his desk. Relaxing his tensed muscles, he took a bottle of whisky from his drawer, and took a gulp.
After taking some time to explain the situation, the boy looked satisfied.
"So, you found me in the middle of the street, naked, in the early hours of the morning?"
The girl was hesitant to answer. She finally decided what she would say.
"Yes. But the weird thing was, you only had a scratch. Just one."
"Huh. Erm...thanks? What your name, by the way?"
"It's Mary. What's yours, mysterious blue-haired guy?"
The boy shifted uncomfortably. Although now fully clothed, he was more confused than he could remember. Which was, to say, not much.
"Ahh...I kinda don't know."
"Oh. Joy." Said Mary, as deadpan as she could possibly manage.