Trick and capture Ch.5

(Like always, very sorry for the wait, I kinda have an excuse this time. Went camping, got a pet snake, and then went camping again. Very very sorry for the long wait.

But on another note, 3 reviews for chapter 5? Come on guys, if you want updates. I need more reviews then that.

anyway, thanks to those who did, and please review. =)

(Angel Island, 5 days after Sonic disappeared.)

Knuckles stood by the shrine of the Master Emerald, watching it with the carefully. This was the part he liked best about guarding the Master emerald; you were all alone, and you could think and dream to your heart's content.

The day was cool, but dry. The sun had been out earlier, but it was now overcast, and the sun hidden by clouds. This caused the weather to have an almost eerie feeling.

Knuckles thoughts were running wild in his head. On one hand, Sonic hadn't come back. Not a word from him. It was almost like he had turned invisible before their eyes..

On the other hand, his mind kept reminding him that it was Sonic he was thinking about—The guy that, when all hope was lost and when it seemed that evil had won (and clearly there was no way out), showed up and saved the day. This was the hero he was thinking of! Right?

Even with this thought, Knuckles couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. REALLY wrong. "He was really sick when he disappeared. I can't get rid of this feeling that something is—"

Knuckles thoughts were cut off as a rustling in the bushes caught his attention. Easing into a fighting stance, Knuckles stood ready to fight off any intruder that thought they could just waltz onto his Island with out paying.

Tightening his powerful fists, Knuckles made a mental note to make sure it wasn't Tails or anyone else that might not be an intruder before going on attack. He had learned better than to attack immediately a few nights ago.

Two nights ago, Tails had decided to make a little night house-call to Knuckles (at 3:00 am), and had almost had his right arm taken off by the half-asleep Echidna. The look in the young fox's eyes had been enough to make the hot tempered echidna want to crawl into a hole and—

The bushes rustling got stronger, pulling the echidnas thought's back into the present, and making his fists itch to start the attack.

"Tails?" Knuckles called gruffly, "If I don't get an answer, you might get your tail whooped."

To the echidnas surprise, no one came out. No answer came to his ears. Not even a "Dont hurt me!" The rustling stopped as quickly as it started.

Instead, a small piece of paper wafted out and settled on his left shoe.

Knuckles reached down to pick it up, his guard still up in case this was a trick and some prankster or blue hedgehog thought they could prank him.

But when he opened it up and looked at it, his eyes widened with shock and disbelief. If he knew one thing, this wasnt a trick.

Partly shaking from the image on the piece of paper, Knuckles leaned against the Master Emerald, closing his eyes. One thing he was now sure of; Sonic was dead.

But how could he break it to Tails?

Sighing, he pushed him self upright, and then realization hit him. The rustling. Something had to drop the piece of paper off. Maybe it was still there.

With speed that made a cheetah look slow, Knuckles suddenly, but quietly dove into the bushes where the piece of paper had been dropped. Right there, in plain sight, were the tracks of a robot.

Looking at the tracks, and then back at the piece of paper, Knuckle sighed.

On the note was a picture of Sonic, covered in blood, with a knife near him on the ground, also red with blood.

Along the bottom were the words, written in chicken scratch, "I'm sorry, I found him dead.

Signed- A friend."

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[Later, 11 days after Sonic disappeared.]

Feeling hunger pains rip through his stomach, a reminder that he needed to eat soon, was what forced Sonic to open his eyes.

Sonic groaned, and slowly sat up. Even though he had a pounding headache, he felt better then he had the last time—

The last time! Thoughts of what happened flooded his head, Eggman's behavior pulled at him. A small voice screamed at him, "Thats not the way the Doctor acts! He's got to be up to something! He wants to get your guard down. And why was he acting so out-of-character? No threatening, no gloating, no I WILL kill you this time or Either he is having a major Shadow-moment or something is really wrong, or—"

Sonics thoughts were cut of as his nose pushed a much more important thought into his head. The scent of food, specify fresh baked bread.

Forgetting all about Eggmans weirdness for a moment, Sonic pushed his self off the table, wincing at his feet hit the cold white tile.

Looking around, he was back in the room he had been in the last time he woke up, the only difference was this time he had a blanket, and there were several opened jars of medicine lying on a near by table.

Other then that, the room was empty. The walls were white, the floor was white. This room was the perfect poster room for boring.

Walking slowly, watching for anything that didn't look right, Sonic walked toward the door way. Almost immediately, he walked into something.

Looking surprised, (and rubbing his sore snout) Sonic looked around. There was nothing there, how could he have walked into something?

Carefully, Sonic stuck his hand out and felt a smooth, warm, electric feeling, and knew what he feeling. An invisible force field.

Then, oddly, there was a humming noise and the force field was gone.

Sonic looked around, half expecting to see a grinning someone with a remote. Seeing nothing, and with no force field to stop him, he walked into the next room.

There, right for the taking, was a large loaf of bread; it was crisp, very brown, and you could almost smell the butter baked into it.

Hold it, mentally Sonic had red lights going off in his head. The bread just happened to be right there, and it just happened when he woke up. "How dumb do you think I am, Eggman?! I try to grab the bread and I get zapped, right?" He called out loud, hoping for at least a response. When he got nothing, he sighed. He glanced at the bread again, hungrily, then suddenly saw a way he could get it.

Using every bit of self control he had to not just take the food, Sonic carefully picked up a book that was in the corner and used it knock the bread off the small table it was sitting on. Amazingly no alarms went off. No cage dropped out to try and catch him.

Diving for the bread before it hit the ground, Sonic took only the smallest second to smell it for anything that didn't smell right before tearing into it.

After a few seconds of frantic eating, Sonic brushed the crumbs off his muzzle. Now that his hunger had been taken care of, he felt so much better. "Now if anything happens to me, like I get sick or something, I will know why," He thought as he looked around the room he had just entered.

Expect for the table, the room was just like his. White, bare, and boring. Sonic sighed," I have to get out of here soon before I start to go crazy from how lack-luster this place is."

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After wandering back to his room, walking in circles, sleeping a bit, wandering off in the maze of Eggmans fortress, getting lost, seeing a million rooms before getting back to his, and then counting the dots on the ceiling, Sonic was REALLY starting to get bored.

If this was all the Doctor did all day, that guy was a lot stronger mentally then Sonic gave him credit for.

Just as he was about to start banging his head on the wall from boredom, a very weird noise started coming from the north wing. Strangely it sounded like something crushing something else, odd.

Curious, Sonic followed the noise and found himself staring at the one of the weirdest things he had ever seen.

Eggman( who looked a bit slimmer then the last time Sonic had seen him) was smashing his robots. Even when Sonic was standing close enough to reach out and touch him, Eggman ignored him and kept smashing.

After watching him for several minutes, (and getting no response) Sonic finally spoke up. "What are you doing?"

Eggman wiped off his brow and straightened. "I found these weird things, and they can have a much better purpose then being robots."

Sonic just stared at him.

He tried to figure out if the doctor meant it, or if he was just trying to fool him. Nothing gave him an answer in Eggmans facial expression. Seeing this, Sonic said the first thing that came to mind. "Your getting weirder by the day Eggman.."

Eggman quickly looked at Sonic, staring at him if he was trying to figure out if he was speaking to him. When Sonic just looked at him without looking away, Eggman smiled softly. "My name is not Eggman, Sonic."

Sonic crinkled his eye ridge, either in confusion or disbelief. He decided he would play along with Eggman's weird game "Then what is your name?"

"Kintobor."