A/N: I'll have you all know I'm well aware that a pregnant woman should never exert herself. Period. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Re-re-edited: May 17 2011.

Disclaimer: Sonic gang belongs to SEGA. The other characters, to me.

Chapter 2: Escape

She's upset again, but I can understand. If I was there with her, I'd either punch that woman, or left with her.

"Sonic, there must be something we can do. Anything."

I sighed, scratching my quills.

"Amy, we've been through this. The best we can do is call the police. And even if the police did check up on them, she'd probably act like a good mother while they're watching. We both know what'll happen to the little boy once the police leave them alone." Oh no, she's sniffling.

"But Sonic...you've seen the way some of the policemen act...that little boy...who knows what'll happen to him if we don't do something."

"Amy, if it'll make you feel better, how about we meet up with Tails and Shadow to check up on Knuckles. I'm sure you want to take your frustration out on him."

"Hmph. Rouge puts so much effort into their relationship. Yet he just stays on that island. I'll throw him off if that's what it'll take to get him to spend more time with her."

"Uhm...yeah...I'll call the guys. You go call the girls." Sorry Knuckles, but I can't have her keep thinking about the kid.

"I'll talk to you later than Sonic. I love you."

"...I love you too Ames."

~Change of POV~

My waiting has finally paid off. Tonight's guards were wellknown to sleep on the job. They were never caught or reported, so we were always grateful for nights we could peacefully sleep. But not this time. Tonight, I'm going to escape this...hellhole of a brothel.

I waited several minutes, just in case they bought some food or had to use the bathroom. About ten minutes have passed, and the place was quiet. Now is the time.

I slid off my mattress and opened up a hidden hole. Carefully, I removed the suitcase I placed there long ago with my belongings, putting it on the floor and covering up the hole. I opened the suitcase and took out a bent up spring, the key to my way out. Leaning against the door, I slipped the wire through the crack. After a couple minutes I heard the lock snap and pushed the door. It opened without a sound. Perfect. Now I just need to get the money. I snuck over to the bathroom across the hall and quietly knocked on the floor until I heard a hollow sound. Taking out a knife I stole from the kitchen while I was cleaning, I slipped it between the tiles and lifted a loose one up. Below the loose tile was a hole containing a bag.

Despite being the one in charge of this hellhole, he was terrible with keeping track of his money. He was always spending it the moment it touched his paws. So it wasn't difficult to slip a few bills during my cleaning sessions. This was where I kept the money.

I grabbed it and put the tile back in place, hurrying to my room. There, I put the money inside the suitcase, grabbed it and exited out of my room. Closing the door and relocking it. So they wouldn't know right away. They usually wouldn't bother me until morning.

Sneaking to another closet, I felt around for the pile of shoes that the men would toss in. They were for strictly when we went outside to do dirty work. Since it was rare for us to go out though, no one ever bothered to arrange them by size or pair them together. After scrimmaging through, I found a pair that fit me perfectly. I was ready.

Going to the back, I peeked through the crack of the door, no one was in sight. I silently slipped through and relocked the door. Ducking from bush to tree, I took mini breaks. Occasionally glancing around, just to be safe. Eventually reaching the alleys, I was very careful to stick close to the edge near trash cans and dumpsters.

When I was taken to my...clients' homes late at night, I always spotted drug dealers in specific areas in the alleys. I knew I had to stay away from those areas. If they saw me, it would mean death.

Taking a deep breath I treaded through the alleys, using my ears and memory to avoid detection. There were a couple close calls, one being too close until his phone rang. I took that chance to hide somewhere else.

After some time of hiding and dodging, I finally made it to an abandoned fountain in a run down park. There were plenty of trees and bushes to hide in, so I decided to clean myself though. Dirty or not, water is still water. Taking out the cleaning supplies and change of clothes from the case, I sat down on the cement.

Finishing up and putting on my cleaner clothes, I looked at my reflection in the fountain, smiling a little to myself. Most of the filth was gone and my fur shone just a bit in the moonlight. I had removed the dark glasses to clean better and to improve my vision. Besides, they would've kept slipping off.

My eyes were luckily unharmed from the many years of torture. That was probably because I always had the glasses on to protect them.

Everything was now clean. I was a bit pudgy. Although I am, of course, pregnant. I managed to cover some of my scars up with what was left of my fur. I wore a see-through long-sleeved shirt, with a halter top underneath along with a mini-skirt, which was pretty uncomfortable since it was fall.

It was still night, so I couldn't exactly make out the colors of my fur or clothing. However it isn't that important. Clothes are just clothes, and my fur is attached to me. I could see its color later.

I gathered up everything and put them away. Looking at the map, I continued towards my destination. Just a few more blocks and I would be out of this treacherous town. Feeling a little excited, I quickened my pace, until it became a full on sprint.

Almost there, almost there! After a few more steps I fell to my knees, I was free. I was finally free. Well, not entirely free since I'm still so close. I have to get far away from here. Much farther.

Breathing after a few minutes, I stood up and checked on my suitcase, nothing was broken. Dusting my legs off, I continued walking near the forest beside the road. I couldn't risk being recaptured.

A few hours passed and my legs were becoming numb, but I could see the outskirts of the next town. After a moment, the sun started to rise, and I was past the entrance.

My stomach felt tight, fear rising inside. Shaking my head, I made my way to the train station.

There weren't very many people. Just a few adults heading to work. I collapsed onto a bench, stifling a yawn as I stretched myself over the cold metal. The citizens ignored me and my eyes slowly drifted shut. Now is the time to sleep. I deserve it.

Soon, I'll be safe. Away from all those men. No longer being...touched.

I don't think anyone noticed, but a small smile formed upon my face.

My ears twitched slightly. Footsteps, lots of them. I slowly opened my eyes, the sun shining into them.

Everyone was up and about. Like always, a few of the men would give me a glance and sometimes wink at me.

I quickly checked my belongings, everything was still there. I looked up at the clock, it was 1:00. Gathering up everything, I went up the steps and inside. It was very packed. Somehow I managed to find the ticket-booth and had to wait several minutes. After purchasing my ticket, I looked around the station for the train I was to board.

Getting lost several times, I finally found it. I picked out a comfy seat by a window. I was just in time; the train would be leaving in about 5 minutes.

Feeling even more excited, I reached for my pendant and held it. Making a silent wish.

"I wish…that my child will grow up and have a safe, healthy life." I opened my eyes and looked out the window, we were leaving.

Still tired from last night, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I was no longer caged, no longer used. I could do as I please and live a happy life. I'll find someone, a father figure, so my cub will be truly happy as well.

But will I find a man who I can trust? I need all the help I can get to raise my cub. I can't do this on my own.

The main reason though, is because I don't remember myself. They took away my name, dignity, everything. All I have are memories of the past.

What kind of mother would I be if I don't even know my own name? Yes, there's the name my adoptive family gave me. But...it just doesn't feel right.

I banished my thoughts and concentrated on sleeping. My legs were still sore from running all night. I also needed food; they haven't fed me for a couple days. Which isn't good for my little cub. I need to stop thinking already and rest. Slowly, everything went dark. I fell into a deep sleep, resting quietly and peacefully.

A/N: Is it easy to tell I'm a bit lazy with the chapters I have already edited than re-edited? If you didn't, now you do know.