EDIT: Holy taco! There were a few mistakes in here that were missed. Oops.
Hello, good people of this site! I have decided to be decent and post a new chapter. It feels a bit clunky, though.
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The doors stood prominent beside the other objects that held no meaning to the fleeing woman. Everything else was irrelevant, unimportant, and useless to her: exit is equal to escape, and escape keeps her identity unknown; as it should be. Unless, of course, she was alerted otherwise, for that is a different matter.
If it hadn't been for that rodent, she thought irately, my task would've been less troublesome. Tactlessly running and void of other options, the pink-haired stranger was forced to skid to a halt when a large crowd gathered near the window of opportunity that was once available to her, the numerous amount of people in question appearing to be observing an object outside. Likewise, the yellow fox once again rammed into said female, thrusting the ill-mannered girl onto filthy concrete.
Tails stepped to the side of her body, pinning an arm to the floor with one of his bicolored shoes. Bitter glares were shot at each other, and the pink-haired woman barely moved her teeth when uttering her irregular sounding syllables.
"I have no intentions of telling you of my agendas, since they are unrelated to your activities."
The golden mammal had none of it. Having been previously associated with malicious activity, he knew, or at least had a very reasonable hunch, that she had taken part in the hastily made call earlier that morning. That, added with his irritation from lack of sleep, made his day a little less bright then it had been.
"GamerRocket2476, I'm tired of your crap, both from the Xbox Live hacks you created AND your collaboration with the Federal Agency for Online Modifications!" And with that, a gloved hand swooped downwards towards her face; grazing her left cheek as the chain previously hanging limply on her neck was wrenched off, revealing a tag embodied with "GamerRocket2476" in cursive lettering on the end of the metallic string. The flipside said the following:
Elite member of FAOM Inc., and proud supporter of the Confederation for Music and Co.
"I have a name, pest.", was the only remark the hacker said before swiftly punching the ankle that held her captive, deeming her a wider range of movement. Advantage taken, she heaved herself back on her feet and sprinted away immediately. The fox was left there, stupidly hopping on one foot while grasping the other in agony.
No one paid attention to the scene. Not even a glace was casted in the direction of the event. There were more important matters to attend to, and the masses of people and mobians did not care for a pink haired oddity and a two-tailed fox.
10:07 p.m., night before call
Minutes turned into hours as the blue streak trekked the greater part of the planet. The destination was unknown, but the noise kept increasing in volume as Sonic leapt, ducked, crawled, and ran through various zones. Eventually the speedster found himself sprinting, or rather jogging through a forest filled with thin trees that towered high above the soil. The scream was then excruciatingly painful to hear, even for those who were deafened slightly, and plugging one's ears could only be recognized as impractical, was unachievable. The cobalt hedgehog halted from the intense noise that drummed at his ears. The high pitched screech relentlessly protruded into the air, originating from no particular area.
At first, said hedgehog was rendered motionless, either stunned by the volume or left fatigued by the lengthy trek of his. But, in a matter of seconds, he was brought to his knees, eyes watering slightly, hands brought to his auricles in a futile attempt to block out the shriek. Sonic didn't know how it started, and yet in a matter of seconds he let out a cry of pain, the lids of his eyes sealing out the light of the stars, a light that had become vastly bright rapidly.
And then it was peaceful. For a few merciful seconds, the horrible racket faded to a din, the last remnants a distant echo, until finally silence took its place. White wrapped around him like a blanket, and it was all absent as soon as it was at it's worst.
Soft breathing, the twitch of an ear, and…
He awakened to nothing. A white void that stretched for miles on end was all. And, to his terror, when his mouth made a shape to groan, no noise emitted, only breath. Astonished by the muteness of the gesture, Sonic inhaled deeply, opened wide, but it was useless: he was silent.
As if to justify his predicament, when a slight throbbing made a cameo in his cranium, he bared no ability to moan in pain. With one gloved hand he caressed the spiked head of his, and the other took to the task of rising up to the area where his vocal chord lay, eyes widening when the nerves in his fingers were greeted with metallic substance. Once again, no noise of protest could be heard, much to Sonic's disappointment. Meanwhile, worries begun trickling like a stream into his train of thought.
Already bored, the hedgehog decided to run dry this stream of doubt by taking a walk, roaming deeper into the white abyss.
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A/N: Oh, gosh, this took a while. It started out sounding so clunky and it still does.