(DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sonic the Hedgehog or any of their characters and props. But I do own my OCs.)

Chapter Two: Regrettably Reminiscing

"Chris!" Sonic called as he busted through the door. "Chris! What's wrong?"

"It's ok, Sonic." Chris smiled wearily. "It was just a nightmare."

"Whoa, Chris! Is that a scar on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" Chris looked at his shoulder and quickly rolled down his sleeve. "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Sonic jumped on Chris's bed and tried to inspect the old wound. But Chris pulled his arm away.

"It's nothing, Sonic." Chris smiled reassuringly. "It's just something I got when I was a kid."

"Oh… ok." Sonic sat down while raising his eyebrow. "So, who's Carrie?"

"What?" Chris's eyes got wide.

"Who's Carrie? You were screaming 'Carrie' not too long ago."

"She's, uh…."

"A girlfriend?" Sonic grinned slyly but it was immediately gone when he saw Chris's recoiled face.

"God no!" Chris shook his head. Damn, having his sister gone was a horrible thing, but her being mistaken as his girlfriend is just disgusting. He looked down sadly as he wondered which would be worse. "Gone, that what's worse…." He mumbled his thoughts aloud.

"What? Gone?" Sonic cocked his head to the side. He was starting to worry for his friend. "Chris, tell me what the Hell is wrong. You're acting weird."

"Sonic… can I tell you something?" Chris was still looking down depressed.

"You can tell me anything, buddy. What's up?"

"Well, it's something that happened a long time ago. When I was 8."

"Ok…. Go on." Sonic sat Indian-style and waited for him to start. "I'm listening."

"Well… to start things off. I'm not an only child. Well… I am now… or I think." Chris kept his face down as he gripped the blankets. "I'm not sure anymore, actually."

"Well, do you have a brother or sister?" Sonic asked carefully.

"Yes… I did."

"You did? Are you adopted?"

"No," Chris got up from his bed walked out onto his balcony. Sonic quickly followed him and sat on the balcony's railing. "It's cold out tonight."

"Chris, you ok?"

"You see that balcony over there?" Chris pointed down to his upper left at another balcony.

"Yeah, I sit up there most of the time. It's the highest balcony here. What about it?" Sonic cocked his head in curiosity.

"That was my sister's." Chris looked back down but this time, he was staring at his scarred palm.

FLASHBACK

Carrie and Chris were sitting in the kitchen with no supervisors. Carrie was digging through the drawers as Chris was sitting at the table eating cookies.

"Carrie what are you doing?" a young Chris asked as he watched Carrie pull out a knife.

"Let's be blood brothers!" Carrie said cheerfully.

"But… we're already brother and sister. How can you be a brother?"

"You're so dense, Chris." Carrie shook her head.

"Am not!"

"Shut up and listen. I saw this movie and these two sisters shared their blood… in another movie, it was called being 'blood brothers'. Even if one of them is a girl!"

"Oh. Why do you want become blood brothers?"

"So we can never be separated… even if we're in different towns!"

"Sounds weird. Let's do it!" Chris walked over to Carrie happily. "Even if you are my annoying sister, it doesn't mean I want to be separated from you."

"Ok! Put out your hand!" Carrie ordered as she polished her knife. Chris did so; she first cut her own hand. "My blood." She cut Chris's hand.

"Ow!"

"Your blood." She held her hand up and they both high-fived their hurting hands. "Our blood! Now, we're blood brothers!"

"Cool!"

END FLASHBACK

"You have a sister?" Sonic exclaimed. "How come you never mentioned her before? Where is she?"

"She… was kidnapped a long time ago. It would be five years in…" Chris checked his watch which he never took off. "Five minutes. And it will also be the anniversary of my Gramma and Butch."

"Anniversary of what?" Sonic asked. He saw Chris point toward the garden; he followed the direction and saw Chuck.

Chuck was walking up to the small memorial of his late wife and trusty dog. The memorial was a statue of an angel with a small pony standing by her side. The moonlight shimmered upon the angelic features of the statue, giving it an eerie glow. Instead of his usual cheery face, Chuck displayed sorrow in his dark eyes. He kneeled in front of the statue and place down a single red rose. A single, glistening tear ran down his cheek as he softly spoke to the empty air.

"I will always love you, my wife, my soulmate." He whispered. After a moment, he pulled out a small dog treat with a delicate white ribbon encircling it. He placed that down in front of the pony, "You have always been a good dog, Butch. Thank you for saving my grandson." He stayed for a few minutes to show his respect. After that, he stood up and walked quietly back into the house.

"I'm so sorry, Chris… I never knew." Sonic whispered as he heard Chuck close the door.

"Exactly…. I didn't want anyone to know." Chris kept his eyes on the statue as the stars sparkled above it. "It hurts too much to even think about it."

"What made you open up?" Sonic, too, was gazing at the statue.

"The nightmare… that night keeps reoccurring in my head. But it's something else…. Something or someone is trying to tell me something."

"Chris, what happened that night?" Sonic asked as he turned to his young friend.

Chris told him the entire story; from becoming blood brothers, to the Honeybushs, to the injured Carrie being carried away along with that wretched boy. "After they took her, Mom and Dad found me and took me to the hospital. The police tried locating Carrie but it was no use. Mom and Dad kept searching for a year but they eventually gave up because it hurt too much. Besides, the police considered her dead after two days. For the longest time, my mind blocked out most of the events like my Gramma and Butch dying. But these damn nightmares…. I don't know if I can handle this." Chris lifted his hand to look at his scar. "I hope, wherever she is... Dead, alive. I hope she's at peace."

Deep within the woods, there was a rundown warehouse. Through the dirty windows you see a 14 year old girl nailed to a chair by her hands and bare feet. Her head hung low as her dirty orange hair covered her exhausted, bruised face. She was half awake; the throbbing pain on her limbs wouldn't let her entirely sleep.

"Oooh, Carrie?" a male's voice sang. She lifted her head enough to see two combat boots walking toward her. "You know what time it is. Boys," he called to small group of young men. He held up school girl uniform and smirked evilly. "Change her into this…. And whatever you want to do to her, make it quick. It's my night."