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

I know, I know… it's been FOREVER since I last updated. Sorry to whomever that actually enjoys this story. School has been CRAZY! Well, I just graduated from Media Arts and Animation, and now I'm moving onto Visual Effects and Motion Graphics.  But it won't be AS chaotic as this past quarter, so hopefully I will finish this bad boy. In the meantime, keep reading (if you want… I'm not one to force people into anything). And special thanks to those who reviewed and gave me input… and thanks to whomever is still reading this story. Well, here you go!

Chapter 14

Blue Rays

Chris, the troubled teen, paced back and forth in his disarrayed room. After Sonic told him he wasn't able to help find Carrie, the young brother threw a tantrum behind his closed doors. His pillows were ripped apart while its guts spewed across the floor. A few breakable items such as mirrors, cups, and picture frames were scattered in sharp pieces. His blankets were ripped in half in attempt to satisfy his angry hunger. When his destructive wave settled, he started pacing to rethink the situation.

He was hurt… physically and emotionally.

He proved himself that he was not mentally stable to save his already unstable older sister by the looks of his bedroom.

….He couldn't save his sister.

Sonic is right… everyone is right.

Chris clasped onto the slightly hazardous floor in a defeated heap as he repeated those words in his dizzy head.

Sonic is right… everyone is right. Sonic is right… everyone is right. Sonic is right… everyone is right.

Burning tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes and traveled into his messy hair, soaking it with sorrow and pity. He was currently lying on his back, hoping his upset heart would slow down to a steady beat… but it wouldn't. He was too distraught to officially reach that goal. He continued to drown in his bucket full of emotions as he stared intensely at the dead ceiling.

What can I do?... Nothing. I can't do shit. I'm all alone again.

He rolled to his side like a zoned out zombie. Random shards of glass and cotton went in and out focus in his line of vision. He wasn't really staring at anything… he was staring at nothing in particular. He didn't attempt to move his face when he felt a shard digging into his tear-stained cheek. He was also lying on his injured shoulder… the powerful pain didn't have an effect of him either.



This pain is nothing compared to what Carrie might be going through. Chris glared in determination. I have to show that I can go through just as much pain and come out alright… it's the only way to prove that I can help my sister.

Chris pulls out his scarred hand to concentrate on it.

I want to know what she is going through… so I can share my sister's pain.

The current trip that flashed across her drug induced eyes sent her to a world she wished she was never in. How did she get like this? When did she get like this? It felt as if she's been like this forever….

She couldn't add up with what was going on. Confusion… the more she felt it, the more everything spun. Colors, random objects such as socks and "My Little Ponies" danced across the invisible surface that was apparently still there. She would occasionally see a small child… a girl, specifically. The girl would call out to her, almost trying to bring her away from this twisted, uncomfortable fantasy. Flashes of blue would shine above her like a sun… basking her in a protective warmth. Nothing would go near her if she stayed under the blue rays… but it didn't stop things from dancing and taunting her from a distance. And for some reason, it freaked her out.

Teddy bears would sing a haunted melody while tap dancing. Colored pencils would scrape against random surfaces, dissecting everything just to have maggots crawl out and sing along. Was that Lacrymosa by Mozart? How did she know Lacrymosa and Mozart if she can't even remember her name? Shadows in the background laughed… like an audience at a comedy show. It sounds like a herd of horses nay-ing lowly at once. They're laughing at her forgetfulness and the show before them.

Can't blame them…. She can't remember her life, not even her name.

What was her name again? Something with a C….

She, herself, couldn't figure out what was going on. But anyone on outside world will know exactly what was wrong with her.

"My, my," a tall robot, that happened to be Eggman's assistant, shook his head in worry. "That officer sure did give her a lot of those pills."

"Yes," the pudgier robot agreed. "I hope she will be ok. She seems very nice."

The two robots stood there at the doorway, shedding some light in the flickering room. The door was wide open, but they weren't worried about the girl escaping. She was too drugged up to realize her path to freedom. They felt sorry for her; with all the blood loss and the pills that was forced upon her, she was looking miserable. She was shivering but sweating insanely. Her skin looked cement gray and also looked as if it was being sucked into her bones… like an old, wet white sponge that was twisted to drain itself. Her hair was no longer a crisp orange color; it was splotchy with sweat and grease. Strands of hair would stick to her flesh like leashes.

Overall, she looked like shit.

"I really think we should get her looked at… she may die this way," the pudgy robot said.



"She's not going to die." Eggman's voice made the two robots jump. They spun around and gaped in fear at their large boss. "Relax, you're not in trouble. I, myself, wanted to see the girl."

Bokkun, the mischievous messenger, peeked out from behind Eggman and yet again, the robots were startled by the sudden appearance. "Who's that?" Bokkun asked with curiosity.

"That's Carrie Thorndyke… Chris Thorndyke's older sister." Eggman replied while stepping closer to the delusional girl. He ignored her attempt of trying to keep away from him as he stared down at her.

"Why is she here?" Bokkun zoomed around and attempts to look at Carrie from different angles. But he jumped back when Carrie shrunk further into her wall abruptly. "Why is she sweaty and gross? And she looks awfully scared… I'm not that scary looking, am I?" Bokkun looked up at the professor with watery eyes.

Eggman just stood there like a stone, examining and analyzing the girl before him. The room was deafly quiet as the two stared each other down. The silence was so strong; it started to pound on everyone's ears (for those who had ears).

"Professor," the timid tall robot stepped forward. "Are you sure she'll be ok? I know we're evil and all, but we're not cruel, are we?"

Eggman didn't respond to any of his assistants' questions. He stood there like a statue, staring hard and unmoving at the more frightened girl. Her once green eyes were now temporarily glazed with a snowy slate hue… a side effect from the pills, no doubt. I wonder what she is seeing….

"Bl--…. Sss," Carrie finally mumbled.

Eggman kept his composure but he was curious on what she was trying to communicate to him. She was staring right at him… right through his glasses as if they weren't there. His gut turned at the thought of what this girl may do to the world in matter days, maybe hours. He was promised security but he knows too much about backstabbing to fully trust anyone. Should he go on with this? Fuck, he didn't care about anyone else's safety but his own… but if there is a chance that he is endangered, he would take action. Every man for himself… but if he saved himself, he would possibly save the world. He wants to conquer the world, not protect it. Ha, evil-mastermind defending the world… that's quite contradicting, don't you think? "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that… What were you trying to say?" he asked casually.

"Blue rays," she whispered out as she no longer looked scared, but dazed.

"Blue rays? Sounds like a certain hedgehog we know. What about him?"

Bokkun and the robots stared in wonderment as their doctor carried a seemingly friendly conversation their 'enemy'.

"Non-home… coming… Stop."

"I take it your non-home is the warehouse we are heading to. Does Sonic know that we are going to the warehouse?"

She nods as she lies down on her side. "Stay in the blue rays, you won't be turned." She began to hug herself closely with her casted arm… but it seemed like she was holding something with her good hand to her chest. The professor knew nothing was there; it was just her own imagination.

"Professor!" the tall robot exclaimed. "That pesky Sonic knows our destination! We should change route or something!"

"No." Eggman turned around and began to head out of the room. "We speak of this to no one. And if I find out that a word was spoken, I will use you for scraps. And Bokkun, you'll be dinner."



With that, Eggman walked out of the flickering room with echoing footsteps.

"Stay with me, I won't let anything hurt you," a familiar voice whispered gently behind her. The confident tone of this voice soothed her as she held its hand close to her. It was behind her, wrapping its arms around her to keep her warm. The blue haze kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear, in attempt to put her sleep. She snuggled back into his embrace as her eyes drooped down.

Sonic sped through everything; roads, forests, buildings, traffic jams, etc.

It hasn't even been an hour since he split up from his team to retrieve his friend, and he felt as if he wasn't getting there fast enough. He already broke the sound barrier a while ago, but it was like additional lands were being plopped in front of him to run across. He had no time for additional running; he needed to get to Carrie.

He inhaled the welcoming wind that crashed against his face as he continued to run. The strong breeze snaked around him and brushed through his quills as he attempted to calm himself.

Chill out Sonic, he said to himself in his mind. You get sloppy when you don't keep your cool.

Shadow slept again to regain his strength. Aside his bed, Amy sat in the guest chair reading her monthly Cosmopolitan. Reading magazines kept her mind off the stale scent of the antibiotics and medicines that were sprawled across the counter. At least Shadow's soft musk aroma over powered the nauseating medical supplies a bit.

She noticed his smell a while ago, before he fell asleep. They were making small talk as she changed his bandages from that venomous bite. Poor guy kept on getting fevers on and off… and they weren't low fevers either. But every time she got close to help heal her dark friend; she would inhale his scent quietly. He didn't seem to notice, but he tends to blush when her warm hands made contact with his overly warm forehead. It always made him shiver uncontrollably, but Amy would just think it was from the fever.

She peeked out of the corner of her eye to the handsome, mysterious hedgehog.

He looks so peaceful, she thought with a smile.

Snore.

SNORE, SNORE, SNORE!

"Geez!" Rouge shook her head as she sat in the guest chair in Knuckles room. She was reading a Stephen King book but she kept on getting interrupted by Knuckle's constant snoring. "He's like a chainsaw!"

She attempted read again but Knuckle's sleeping music would get louder. Her sensitive bat ears rang numbly as the snoring (that seemed to be hooked up to a stereo) continued. She glared icily at the red echidna as she closed her book with a low growl. The growl tickled the bottom of her throat as her 

ears continue to sing in very, very high pitched tune. She raised her big, heavy book over his head and let go. All she heard was thump and a hitched final snore. Knuckles sat up immediately with confusion on why his head was in pain again. Luckily for Rouge, the book she was reading fell off the bed before he noticed. Knowing that she was the culprit for waking him up or not, she wanted his obnoxious sleep-song-trap to shut the hell up. As she turned away in her chair, she crossed her arms over her plump chest.

Everything was silent for a moment, all you could hear was the clock ticking innocently on the other side of the room. She could've sworn she was able to hear Knuckles blink.

"I was snoring, wasn't I?" he asked as he rubbed his head.

"Like a herd of drunken cows."

Tails shook his head to rid of his heavy tiredness that plague his entire mind and body. He's flying for too long, 12 hours straight to be exact. No break beside the occasional 'nature call'.

"Tails," Cream looked up at the young kitsune as she held a tray full of homemade brownies. "You should rest."

"I know, Cream… but I need to keep going." Tails responded with a yawn. His sleepiness was strong and powerful. His limbs felt sloppy and useless as he piloted the Tornado Suite. His eyelids were sore and aching to close themselves.

"I knew you would say that," Cream, for the first time, smirked knowingly. She held up her brownie tray that happened to hold a cup of java goodness as well. Cream was sleepy; it was long day and it was almost bedtime after all. But she rather stay awake to give her favorite fox company.

Tails smile appreciatively as he made a beeline toward the coffee that was probably loaded with cream and caramel. Tails couldn't help but notice Cream's new attire, namely her pajamas. They were cute, actually. She had a long, blue nightgown that matched her chao, Cheese (the little guy was sleeping), but covered it with a white robe that adorn mini cheesecake prints. Her slippers are what made him giggle… Cream the Rabbit was wearing soft brown bunny slippers… she was practically wearing her own species. Tails, being the sweetheart that he is, would never tease her of this but would forever be amused about the idea. Besides, the baby pink bows at the ends her ears made her too adorable to tease.

"Thanks, Cream! It's amazing!" Tails sighed contently after he took a generous gulp of his highly caffeinated beverage.

Cream's honey-brown eyes lit up with pure bliss as he continued to shovel down his drink in happiness. "Anytime, Tails! If you need another one, please let me know. I'm going to watch Cheese for a little bit. I'll leave the brownies here if you need them."

"K, get some rest, Cream… we have a long journey ahead of us." Tails smiled with a coffee mustache plastered above his upper lip. Cream giggled insanely as she skipped away.

"Night!"

"Oh, Carrie!" the crooked cop sang as he walked in.



Carrie stirred uncomfortably as she was awoken from her peaceful slumber. Her mind spun as she opened her eyes and caught some glimpses of her previous illusions. But she quickly discarded the images as she watched Tim approach her. She sat up warily and tried crawl away, but her attempts were futile when he gripped her ankles and dragged her beneath him.

"Where are you going?" he asked with fake innocence. His breath wreaked of cigarettes and whiskey. "We have reached our destination… don't you want to sit in your special chair?"

Carrie winced as numerous memories washed through her mind. That chair… the one she was constantly nailed to, tied to, chained to while they tortured her. It was her personal, unwanted chair. She can still remember the smell and feel of it... it wreaked of old blood, her blood. The sour copper scent would always nauseate the pits of her stomach as she struggled against it. In the process of wiggling in the chair, her bare skin would get shanked by many splinters. Nasty splinters too; the stinging, unreachable ones.

Carrie didn't realize how numb her body was until she, Tim, Eggman and his crew exited his ship. Her head was so occupied with painful memories; she didn't notice herself being carried roughly over the cop's shoulder. She wanted to struggle, to fight back… but she felt too weak. Her limbs felt like heavy noodles while her skin became slightly irritated by the dewy breeze.

It was night, although she wasn't sure what time of night. No stars, just bland clouds that drizzled rain here and there. It was so dreary and dead… it was what she was feeling at that exact moment. The sprinkling mist ended as she was carried into the even colder warehouse.

Ompf!

Carrie looked like an old, washed out rag doll as Tim plopped her on the wretched chair. She was having a hard time keeping up with things due to her "hangover". It didn't seem to faze her when Eggman's robots pinned her down while Tim walked out of the room for a moment. She felt so exhausted; she had to let her head droop downward. She let her greasy hair hang and brush against her bare thighs… wait, she was still naked? Damn.

THWACK, CRUNCH!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Carrie wailed in horrifying pain.

That made her snap out of it….

She gritted her teeth as she felt her hands and feet get nailed, once again, to the chair and floor.

THWACK, CRUNCH!

THWACK, CRUNCH!

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! CRUNCH! (That one was her casted arm.)

Carrie sobbed and panted as she felt more and more pain course through her limbs. She tried to control her breathing, her hectic heartbeat for she thought he was done. But she was proven wrong when she heard a tool, namely a power drill, get fired up. Her head snapped up as she felt the asshole place a screw upon her nailed hand. She turned her face away and gripped her eyelids shut.

This is going to hurt.

ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz!



"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Chris screamed as he gripped his scared hand. "What the FUCK!" He was so distracted from the pain that he didn't notice his friends pounding on his door.

"Chris?!" Amy's voice called frantically. "Are you OK?!"

"Chris!" Knuckles called as he burst through the door. After Knuckles came in, Amy, Shadow, and Rouge were following closely behind. "Chris?"

Chris whimpered as he was kneeling on the floor, rocking himself while gripping on his hand and holding it to his chest. Well, he was gripping it to the best of his ability… he can't quite function his other arm correctly due to his injury. Tears streamed down Chris's face and he saw a blurry Shadow kneel before him.

"What's wrong?" Shadow asked hoarsely. His crimson eyes were pooling with concern and worry for the young teen. Shadow tried to keep his focus on Chris, he was doing a good job at ignoring his feverish weakness.

"I-I-I," Chris tried to reply, but no avail. He quickly decided to abort the 'answering-questions' mission, and just held out his hand instead. His hand had a puncture wound in it… a very deep puncture that was obviously gushing lots of blood.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

"It's not mine…." Chris rasped out as he saw everything turn black.

There you go, hope it's a good update.

Again, sorry for the delay, kids!