A/N: This chapter contains ridiculous reactions and complete awesomeness. You have been warned.

Now, as a precaution, keep your hands and feet inside the cart at all times. On your right, you'll notice an exit. On your left, you'll notice a giant stack of waffles. In case of a fire, please feel free to commit suicide. Azngirlchibi and I will be your guides today, and we would like to go over some very simple rules.

One, don't ask stupid questions. Two, do not critisize just because of your raging jealousy that you will never be G's like us if you waited a million years. And three, all hot/muscular male attenders please take off all unnessasary clothing. Thank you, and enjoy the ride!

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"...But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did!

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me!
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me."

-My Chemical Romance
"Teenagers"

Dedicated to Marriane

The first thing he felt since their separation was this: his hand gently stroking the side of her face while she dreamed.

It was a sensation that was nearly as feeble as his resistance to the way he felt about her. His fingers felt the smooth line of her jaw and traced tenderly over the uncolored regions of her cheeks. The blood had swelled from the open cut on her temple, covering her left eye and running all the way down her face, and catching in the other glove that held her steady. She was so pale, unmoving and completely unresponsive. Her skin was the color of the revolving moon, her mouth parted and astonishingly red like a wide open wound.
He dipped the white cloth in hot water, before scraping it over the cut and watching her eyes twitch for a brief moment.

Her hair spilled through his fingertips as he set her head back down onto the bench, her neck upturning to the light and showing its elegant curve. The landscape of her collarbone was a beautiful carving that had obviously been built by a higher power, and briefly he wondered about her mother. The one she never talked about, the one who might have shared these same features. The palms of her hands were calloused but still caused an unmatchable static upon contact, her long eyelashes laying so perfectly that the small light from the cell block seemed to make her glow like a rare crystal.

But her looks were nearly as deceiving as her personality. For beyond that pretty petite face, was the mind of a warrior who lusted for a sense of control and defiance. Who loved to watch people squirm, who wanted to feel powerful, even though her eyes had the power to bring millions to their knees. Who loved to wear dresses but used language that would make a sailor gasp like a little schoolgirl in awe. Who pretended to swoon in his presence, but knocked him down to her level when she wanted them to see eye to eye. Who had a flirtatious wave that was only matched by her wicked sly grin. Her hammer was her only real trusted accomplice.

But this was Amy Rose, he figured. The only girl he loved just as much as he hated. The only girl who could immaculate him with one word but who built him up to a God-status when she praised him. You could not love Amy without hating her. And vise versa. These split traits he had just described were all things that made him smile but created a storm of anger in his chest. But he had also seen the side to Amy that no one else had, knew things that no one else knew.

He knew that her favorite food was chocolate-mint cookies, that her favorite song was 'crazy bitch' by Buckcherry. That she had a secret fear of toads and that Christmas was her favorite holiday of the year. That she could dance to Soulja Boy's 'crank that', and hated the feeling of picking popcorn out of her teeth. He knew that she was quite possibly the best mother he had ever seen; though she had herself had never had one. He knew that she loved to cook but hated to eat at fancy food restaurants. He was aware that her showers were hot enough to scar but that she loved to go skinny dipping in the freezing lake.

As he watched her hands curl around his by reflex, he smiled and wished he could stay here forever. Parting a hair away from her face, he began to whisper. "I know this looks bad.." he swallowed nervously. "I can't even tell you if we'll get out of this alive. But don't lose hope, Amy. I won't be able to say anything when you wake up, since they told me not to, but I can say it now. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Just know that now, if anything." his words caused no reaction. He frowned. "We'll just have to wait until their guards are down...and then I'll grab the twins and you...and we'll get out of here."

The blue hedgehog swallowed hard. His fingers stroked the inside of her wrist through the metal handcuffs. "I've been thinking. We can go find a place underground...we'll dye our hair and be so cleverly disguised. We'll move into a huge city, enroll the twins in preschool, we'll have our own life. We won't ever have to be 'Sonic' and 'Amy' again. We can be anyone we want to be." He gave a sad smile. "And then you and I can get married for real, just like you always wanted. How would you like that? We'll forget about all of this. We can finally be free. And I'll be free with you."

She merely breathed, but as he reached down to touch her, even subconsciously, her skin seemed to shrink away. Her face grew irked, her mouth pouting and her hand falling dead in his. Sonic blinked. "You hate me." his mouth twitched. "And I love you. But I'll make you love me again, and then we'll be happy. You'll see." as his ears twitched, he heard the sound of footsteps making their way closer. He bent down fast, kissing her lips quick. He could not help the goofy grin that marked his face, but as he managed an emotionless mask, he caught the red echidna and his glare.

"Tails wants us in the lab." Knuckles told him. "Sounded important."

"Fine." he responded.

"Anything wrong?"

Sonic gritted his teeth. "No." he managed.

"She doesn't look nearly so disrespectful when she's asleep." The echidna noted, looking at the pink hedgehog through the bars. Sonic opened the door, before closing it behind him and walking beside him. Knuckles gave a laugh to himself. "She'll wake soon. A couple of days, at the most. Be ready for hell."

"Whatever."

"Do you hate me?" Knuckles asked, his tone void of any emotions.

Sonic thought of Amy, in the cell, sleeping silently, bound by handcuffs and bleeding. "Yes." Sonic replied, in a heartbeat. "Yes, I do."

Coming into the building where their organization was thriving, it was almost impossible not to feel the chill in the air that struck immediately after entering.

It was all concrete walls and flooring, with no windows or access to the real world that lay outside. Shadow supposed if one were to stay here long enough and then be reintroduced to the world, their eyes would see only the gray that this place provided. Devoid of any color, it seemed a downright depressing place. Though hardly anything ever went on to make noise, this place had its own sound. Leaks in the rusty pipes caused the sound of dripping water, and this particular noise was constant, and echoed. The footsteps of people long since past had been absorbed and therefore replayed back to the
open air.

Shadow knew that this place used to be a prison; he could tell the moment he was shown the blueprints that it had been previously used for torture and the holding of supposed evil souls. And though he had only bore witness to one tour of it, he had become an expert on this building and the parts that composed of it.

This place, this earthly hell, was marked in nine levels, each one having its own use for them and their split moral cause. Each floor holding potential for a different purpose and thus they seized it and made this abandoned building their home. Flexing his wrist, he breathed deep and allowed himself to still for one moment to catch the sounds of the dead out of respect for them. His red companion took this as a sign to be alert, and his amethyst eyes sparked.

"What is it, Shadow?" he asked, his fists that had remained clenched at his sides only tightening, the corners of his mouth working in fret. He looked so much older now, for his once youthful vibrant face, darkened by the sun, was now paler and looser. His eyes had sunken in, ringed with a soft purple that looked like deep bruises. Wrinkles at the edge of his mouth and eyes took on the appearance of someone else entirely, and since he was always angry, a scowl seemed to permanently mark his face now.

The black hedgehog turned, seeing the echidna give a smile, something that did not fit his face at all, anymore. "Nothing." he replied, before the two resumed their stroll of the ninth level in the building. Shadow kept his face straight as he thought of their newest addition to the prison cells, the entire make up of this level. She was residing in the last hallway of cells simply because that had the easiest access to the stairs that led to the
eighth floor.

The black hedgehog turned to look at Knuckles, his ruby eyes holding in his reactions. "What do you think of her?" his question needed no clarity. "What are you hoping to accomplish by keeping her here?"

Knuckles looked at Shadow, his face set. "I would never hurt her." his face changed then, softened by this silent accusation. "What I'm hoping to do is keep her here until her anger and hate resolves, then once she sees that we were right all along, things will go back to normal. In the meantime, we'll have to deal with those children. Tails is down in the lab, running test results."

Shadow blinked, walking on.

As if Shadow had asked why, Knuckles further explained. "We don't know anything about them, or their genetic composure. One wrong move and it could spell disaster. But we'll have their weakness soon enough." turning to Shadow, his eyes hardened. "Just as well, we should convince her that we've already taken care of them."

"Of course."

The red echidna caught the break in his voice. "You don't sound too happy." he analyzed. His face grew blank with confusion. "I'd to think you would be...happy, I mean. The universe is no longer in jeopardy, and those stubborn hedgehogs will soon be back on our side again. And all of this will just be a bitter memory. Things are on the right track, I can feel it." only replied with silence, the red echidna looked down at his shoes and added with a grave voice. "Everyone hates me, don't they?"

Shadow huffed, looking away for fear of having to look at him. "What does it matter?" his voice was tough and course. "Being a good leader does not include being loved. Though your followers hate you, you are leading them down the path of victory, which they are grateful for." he spoke for them like he had any idea. Frowning, he scolded. "The opinions of others should not affect your ability to lead. Don't be so pathetic."

Knuckles sighed. "I suppose so." he accepted soberly. "I guess I'm just afraid they still feel loyal to Sonic." kicking at the ground, he told his inner fear. "That when it comes to the choice between me and him, they'll choose him." he closed his eyes. "I'm only doing what's best for them. For my daughter...why can't anyone understand that?" with a bitter tone, he thought aloud. "Why can't anyone see that I'm the good guy?"

Shadow shrugged, not knowing what to say. This was unfamiliar, and quite unwanted, territory. The two still walked, turning the corners sharply before they reached the last line of cell blocks. With determination, they approached the first one on the right, peering inside with curiosity. Their prisoner was sitting down, back pressed flat against the wall, face hidden by the long locks of pink hair that fell as she looked at her bare feet.

Knuckles grinned. "Good, you're awake. We were getting worried..." at no response, the two looked at her more closely.

Her arms were slung carelessly over her drawn knees, legs parted and the jeans she was wearing bearing holes in them. Her shirt fit well across her, the logo of some baseball team decorating the front. There was a small dripping sound, but as Shadow looked, he found it was not the pipe.

Upon further inspection, it was clear to see that both wrists, which bore handcuffs, were scraped raw and gushing a stream of bright blood. It ran down her palm, rushing across the dimensions of her hand before dripping off the ends of her fingertips. There was a large puddle gathering, and through the reflection he could see the curling smile that appeared on her face. Her teeth flashed, but as droplets of blood rippled the pool, the image was distorted once more.

Shadow and Knuckles threw open the cell door in panic, leaning over her and looking at the numerous bruises and cuts that adorned her body. As Knuckles grabbed her arm, he hoisted her onto her feet. "Oh, damn. Shadow, we've got to get her to a nurse." but as he spoke and took a few steps, tugging on her arm, she remained still. Head still bent down, her face was expressionless. Shadow stared, compelled at her behavior. As Knuckles pulled harder, he watched her body sway. "Amy, is everything alright?" he asked her, face leaking with concern. "Amy?"

But as she lifted her head, Shadow was not prepared for the look that had possessed her pretty face. Her grin was wicked, sick and utterly twisted. Her eyes were gray, the color completely deteriorated from them. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure and her pale round face was filled with nothing but hatred. As she raised her arms, she gave a dark chuckle.

"Surprise." she gurgled out, before bringing down her bounded arms so fast that they became a blur. They struck the head of the red echidna, metal piercing his skin and blood coloring the front of her shirt. As Knuckles stilled, he fell to his knees, staring at his killer with horror before he slipped into unconsciousness and finally fell to the floor. Amy watched this with a sort of lust, before her eyes flickered towards him.

Laughing, she pulled her arms apart, the chain between the handcuffs snapped in half like tissue paper. Grinning with satisfaction, her free hand pulled the corner of her shirt up, so he saw what lay inside the waistband of her jeans. A gun. Reaching, she turned off the safety and pointed it straight at his head. All in a matter of milliseconds. Shadow silently cursed himself for being so stupid. Amy knew him, she knew which way he would go to dodge the bullet. He was completely at her mercy.

"I'll make it simple." she spoke with a blunt harshness. "Where are they?" she demanded, eyes going soft as she said the last word.

Shadow scoffed, looking at her with a sort of bitterness. "Eighth level." as she lowered her gun, he spoke directly to her. "Sonic will be guarding it."

As Amy breathed, she completely lowered her gun and gave the same bloodthirsty smile. "Not for long." she gruffly replied.

Shadow's gaze narrowed. "You won't do it." he accused. "Don't lie to yourself..."

The end of this sentence hung in the air uncertainly as a crash exploded into his mind. Shadow stared at her in morbid fear, his breaths coming in short as he looked down to see the small puncture wound right in the middle of his chest. He tried to breathe, but found he could not. As he tried, it only become more futile, blood began to trickle down form the mark that ran completely through his body. She had killed him. Looking up in horror, blood began to roll from his tongue onto his shaking lips. Amy stood there, face irked but devastatingly beautiful. Shadow closed his eyes and fell to the ground without even a quiver.

Amy lowered the gun once more, sighing. Twirling it around her finger, she walked out of the cell calmly. Only a fool would believe his words. She mused as she imagined herself, pulling the trigger and ending the life of the blue betrayer. Such fun. She grinned once more, Shadow's words echoing in her mind.

You won't do it. Don't lie to yourself.

Did he really believe she was going to let that son of a bitch live?

At the very idea, Amy stopped, shoulders shaking. Then, in the empty air of death, she threw her head back and laughed.

Nathaniel Oliver watched the way the chemicals fizzed and reacted to each other. His odd eyes stared at them for awhile, before he turned his gaze on the fox that was currently talking to a rabbit girl not too much older than him. Her hands were folded and her long ears were decorated with blue ribbons that matched the tie on her orange dress. She had brown eyes and looked nice enough. Nathaniel sighed, hanging his head. He knew by the way they built this container that they could not be heard. Turning to his twin sister, he crouched back down and observed her once more.

His sister was shaken after the earlier incident, but she had managed to fall asleep. Her tumble of curls brushed against her pale cheek as she breathed softly, her eyelashes long and still holding drops of terrified tears. Nathaniel grumbled, wishing there was something to hit. Wishing there was a ball or something to play with. Or even something to drink, for his mouth was so dry that his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth. His simple thoughts did not include anything about the matter at hand. His thoughts only included his thirst, his boredom, and his slight aggravation. The little toddler blinked and tried to see more of what was going on, trying to find a source of entertainment.

But the two that were in here were just talking. Just talking, they weren't even playing anything. Nathaniel wished he had his dinosaur sippy cup, and a pillow. He wished that they had a television, or that they would at least talk to him. He didn't understand why no one here seemed to like him. It seemed outrageous.

When his sister broke the silence, Nathaniel was wondering what he had done wrong. "Hurts." his sister said loudly, as Nathaniel turned, he watched Naomi place her hands over the bandage on her knee. But it did not cover all the way, and the cut managed to snake a little sideways so he could catch a glimpse of the raw skin. Nathaniel winced as she felt the sting of the scar trying to heal.

He smiled wryly. "Shark bite." he made a chewing motion, his jaw clamping up and down while he pointed to her knee. Naomi giggled and then Nathaniel responded back. "Great white shark...bite." he made the motion again, only this time he grabbed his own knee and pretended to be hurting. His sister clapped her hands and giggled more, inflating his ego and deteriorating his problems with her company.

"Ah!" she breathed. "Again!"

But the little boy's eyes had turned on the opening of their container, which was now open. Someone was reaching for him, their hands as cold as ice. He fought against them, for reasons that just seemed right. They were not his mother, nor his supposed father. The pair of hands held tight and harshly while he trashed.

Nathaniel thought of the only person he loved enough to trust. "Mama!" he screamed. It came all at once, the sensation of his shirt being lifted up, and the sharp feeling that hit him squarely in the back. As he turned, he could see a fox pulling away from him, in his hands was a vile of bright red blood. The blood was boiling, festering like some sort of infectious liquid. He paled, panicking. "Mama!"

His sister was hitting her body hard against the container, the opening in the cell allowing her words to be heard. "Mama!" she screamed with him, much higher and ringing loudly in his ears. Then, there was another sting. Another shot. Within seconds, his voice faded away softly, his screams no longer audible. His head dropped, while Naomi's screams were muffled by a hand brought swiftly over her hand and mouth. Within minutes, she too was out.

Tails threw the little girl back into the cell. His face was hidden under the three bangs of his orange fur. "I didn't want to do it." he told Cream, who stood horrified, holding the boy in her arms. She held him tighter, her brown eyes wide and staring at him, piercing holes in his soul. Tails took a step towards her. "I had to." he stressed. "I had to do it."

But Cream only shook her head, seeing him for what he really was. Setting the boy down on the floor, she sidestepped past all the test tubes to the doorway. "I..." her voice broke. "I have to go." she managed.

Tails' blue eyes softened. "Don't..." he whispered back, shivering as if she were a source of warmth that was already leaving him. "Don't go."

But Cream had found the door, and as her voice quivered, she started to cry. "I'm sorry." she told him, before running out of the lab and fleeing for her life. Unknowingly headed for the hallway that held a pink hedgehog on the other side.

Rouge watched the paramedics take her baby away. Carried on a little stretcher, her body was stiff, her daughter's knees forever bent and arms spread wide. Rouge simply watched, her mind not comprehending what had happened. The soft hair of her daughter fell over her cheek as the wind shook the leaves of the trees. Rouge still stared, her hands covering over her heart and face etched in confusion. Why were they taking her away? Was she going somewhere?

Her aqua eyes took in the still image of her daughter as she thought tiredly. 'Please do not wake her up.' she managed, her throat constricting. But as a doctor lifted the baby into his arms, her limbs stayed unmoved and uncompromiseable. They were asking other people things that only she knew. Distantly, Rouge wondered why no one spoke to her. Why were they asking each other these questions, when it was she who could answer them.

The person you're holding is Ruby Ashley, Rouge answered in her mind. She is nearly two months old; she is allergic to penicillin and has eyes like mine. She is sleeping, only sleeping. A breathing tube, no, she has never needed one.

As the doctors set her daughter back down, they looked at each other before they shook their head and grabbed the sheet on the end of the small stretcher. As Rouge observed them, she was compelled by the way they set the fabric over her head. 'Oh no, don't do that. She could suffocate.' Rouge started to walk, preparing to tell them these things. But an arm swiftly held her back, and as she looked, something inside of her broke. She understood what she had been missing, what she had been too stupid to see. Whipping her head back to the ambulance, her heart raced.

The spell over her mind and heart had finally been broken.

"Ruby?" she called, weakly and shaking. When no one answered her, she gasped and broke free of the arms that held her. Running to the ambulance, she jumped gracefully into the back, ripping off the sheets to look at her baby. "Ruby?" she asked, with the same tone. A silence broke over her, and as she reached out and tenderly stroked the cheek of her only child. "How did this happen?" her tears fell fast and free, like waterfalls down her face. "It can't be...she can't be gone. I just held her. I just put her to sleep..."

People were at her sides, pulling her away from Ruby. "Ma'am, you need to come with us."

"No!" she cried harshly, ripping away from them. Grabbing her child, she crouched down in the back of the ambulance, while others tried to pull her free. Rouge held on tight, her lips pressed against the developing skull of her daughter, her fingers clasped around her weak little arms. She screamed while they pulled, sobbing and refusing to let go. Stroking her baby's hair, she cried into the soft wisps of Ruby's hair, shoulders shaking. They still tried to pull, and she merely crouched tighter.

"Please," Rouge sobbed. "Please, just leave us alone."

A/N: (steals the Queen of Ace's drink) We hope that you have enjoyed the ride. You'll notice that all personal belongings brought aboard have been converted into cash, and all of your generous donations will be going towards a good cause. If you go straight ahead, you will find our gift shop full of ridiculously over-priced items, so feel free to browse. A waffle party will be held shortly to all who stay, which will include hand-picked music ranging from, "They Call Me Sonic" to "Bootylicious."

All hot/muscular males, please leave all unnecessary clothing behind on your seats. Your guides (and possibly a few female riders) will gladly take them for you.

Hope you liked it!

P.S: Sorry about missing some review replies! I found a few of them in the trash bin for some reason, but I can't be sure I got them all.

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