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Wake Me Up Inside

The azure hedgehog cradled himself on the bed. He created a wall from the darkness that beckoned him. His arms locked his shins close to his chest, as he rocked back and fourth. The setting sun set a deep, striking orange contrast to his blue fur. His emerald eyes looked upon the landscape, wondering now what should be done. 'Where do I go from here?' He cried within his thoughts.

For the day, he had yet to eat anything. for that matter, all he had accomplished in this day was the burial of the deceased. The corpse of a fox named Tails. A friend who took Sonic in when he had no where to go. The world was in turmoil without governing body, and he had taken him here.

'Shadow,' the name he had scribbled while in that state of brilliance. A state given to him as Tails' last gift. He could reach it again, the time of perfect memory with a simple watch. The azure hedgehog had taken both the watch and the mentioned Lab Book IV. He took his leave from the bed, and he dragged the book from the table it was placed upon. He opened the fresh, crisp pages. The almost scribbled appearance of Tails' hand writing holding the secrets of the watch. The warnings, the dangers, and the powers held all within these pages bounder by two card boards and binding strip.

The hedgehog scanned the pages when one of the headings caught his eye: "Experiment Reference #: 463739: 'Memory Rat.'" It was written about thirty pages in the book, and several other animal testings with the watch. The details indicated that the watch seemed to drain the physical life force from the animal. It gave symptoms to diagnose dehydration; however, a biopsy proved that thesis false. The other experiments were also on rats and all proved the same. Tails decided to eliminate the watch idea, in his conclusion of the experiment. He wrote some rough ideas about another way to stimulate the memory receptors, but nothing of any use without Tails to work with them. Sonic closed the book, and thought back to the diagram explaining the watch's workings. In ratio expectations of time, Sonic should be able to handle around 36 hours with the watch on.

"What does this mean?" Sonic yelled, becoming frustrated with his own inability to draw a conclusion of his own. "Why is this so hard? Just tell me what to do!" He begged to furs, people, omnipresent figures. Yet, nothing was there to answer. His mind slowly came to a conclusion, a forced one. The only way he could ever make this decision is with experience he had lost to time. With only this option, he took the watch and held it in front of him. It hung there, the three hexagon were connected by a wire, each decreasing in size. The first, was an actual watch for counting down on time.

Sonic pressed in the number "35:00." The watch, once set, will decrease to until zero then into negative time while connected. If at full, "35:00," it would stop, and if the time were less than that, then it would add time to itself. Sonic contemplated these thing in his head. Double checking everything Lab Book IV. He brought it on his arm, not quite placing it. He looked once more with innocent eyes to the setting sun, examining the choice with a disturbed mind. He placed the watch on his fur, and it strapped itself to the wrist. All the smaller hexagons aligned perfectly up the arm.

Sonic's eyes opened after closing tightly after setting the watch against his skin. His emerald eyes became sharp, filled with the perversion of blood, metal, and lust for the forgotten. Chief. It was thereon the roof. Sonic had fought Shadow while in a controlled state. His mind, even with 'perfect' memory, was not completely capable of understanding the process of his controlled mind. He reached back further, all the documents and those emeralds. They were within drawer that the dark hedgehog, Shadow, had neglected to acknowledge. One of those gems was the same as the emerald the girl held in his dream. If he were to pursue those six emeralds*, perhaps he would find Shadow. That was his forced choice, his only option.

However, there was also the matter of the house. With no one to care for it, it would rot. The food would spoil, and the wooden structure was most certainly not capable of transcending time. Sonic also feared that the works of Tails may be lost should arson be his choice. He decided to have a controlled burning by blocking with stone the entrance to the basement. Only the basement laboratory was large and tall, only the top 5 or 6 inches went up from the ground. The only problem would be the windows that were lined on the upper wall; it would be possible to break in through them. Sonic took this to mind but felt with the charred ruins, it might be hard to see the six inches still standing. It might even appear as only a foundation.

The burning flames took 2 hours to engulf the house. Tails' memorial the only erect momument to an unknowing eye. The basement was well hidden, and the door built into the floor of the fallen house was covered completely. Sonic figured the heavy, charred building scraps would be a challenge for people to move and guessed the wind could not move it either. Sonic picked up the backpack he prepared prior to burning the house. Lab book IV, several foods, and the picture was all it held.

He began a slow stride, his feet carrying him to the monument. The stone, unwritten on and not cut. It was buried in the earth and in that shallow grave lay beaten corpse. The body and memory of a fox. Sonic's emerald eyes grazed over the makeshift burial site. Serene and comforting, yet troubling to imagine a furry could come here and...

Sonic refused to think of it or acknowledge what had occured. However, the fact would be impossible to ignore, and with this damned watch, impossible to forget. This watch, my watch will be a key. A key to a past forgotten. A key to the present state of things. But Sonic knew it to be a key to something else, something so distant it would be sophomoric to think it true or possible. Nevertheless, it had to be. For without this, all was lost.

The blue hedgehog felt his growing urge to press on, to continue what the charred remains meant he had started. This could end in only one thing. He would ultimately have to find Shadow. In order to do that, he would need to gather the emeralds, which if he believed in his dream, were being recreated by powerful emotion. Or, it might be symbolic of the emeralds coming to the one who desires them the most. Either way, Sonic needed to gather the emeralds. The creature new Shadow would be searching for them too, as they would hold meaning to him. If his dark counterpart meant his last words, words Sonic heard when thought to be knocked out, then the ebony hedgehog wanted him to be happy with his best friend Tails forever. Shadow coming near here, Tails' house, would compromise that happiness should Sonic remember or see him. However, Shadow would then need a purpose. Shadow was immortal and created, not born. He needed and only worked for or with a purpose. Should one not exist, he would come to a conclusion that one must be made. In this very case, Shadow would seek the emeralds to gain power and destroy the idea of dictatorship along with those who believe in the idea's similar to it. It is this that he did to the firm, and to hold on to new world order; it would be right ONLY to destroy this evil idea.

Sonic rolled these thought's in his head. Carfully stringing the theories and ideas together, ruling out the least likely. He finally agreed with himself; Shadow had to be found. Sonic needed to find those emeralds because Shadow was finding them. Therefore, emerald hunt is a Shadow hunt.

The blue hedgehog spun in place and stopped suddenly. He faced left of what was the front of the house. He took off with great speed in that direction. Every step made a weak, soft blow against the earth. His velocity increased with every step in his stride. The muscles worked quickly under his skin and blue furred coat. His mind and will fueled with rage. Even now, his fur felt meshed together in a clump were that drop fell. After 4 showers in three hours, he could still feel the gooey, sickly red fluid in his fur. Staining it even now, the fox blood became omnipresent without existing on this plane, in this world. Even now, that same blood flows from the body, a fox corpse cut with surgical precision.

Sonic felt his stomach churn with these inescapable thoughts. The scenery around him became a blur of green as he moved even faster. the trees spun in a circle, he felt as he would run into something. He pushed himself down suddenly, sliding from his speed against the dirt. Filthy and slightly embarrassed, He dusted himself up a bit before it crawled up his throat. He held his mouth in which only sufficed to give his tongue a taste of the strong, overpowering taste of bile. At that time, he could only let the suffering continue. Sick, alone, and without food, Sonic rested much sooner than planned. He watched the sky roll by. As he slipped into the comforts of dreams, he imagined a figure over him. The ebony 'hog took a napkin and cleaned Sonic face. He pulled a blanket from behind him, and fluffed Sonic's bookbag/pillow. He took the blanket and covered Sonic in it's warmth. "I love you too . . . Shadow . . ."

A/n: Um.... Sorry, the last three paragraphs wrote themselves. Completely did not plan the last two, but my hands just kept going and . . ., sorry. I know, I am sick, twisted, and maybe a little bit of a pervert. Well, I debated a lot on this chapter, I really had no idea how anyone would react to their bestfriend's blood spilling on them as the hung, lifeless and cut wide open over you. Designed like a bat. (Fox-bat is an actual species..*I think*.. DID ANYONE CATCH THAT?!?!) Um, I really want to think a review on another site who reviewed that chpater. Just to quote, because it was an awesome line, "I don't usually think of Rouge as a Phycho-Bitch, but you did it fairly well."

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Review like that, I will laugh. Actually, review at all, and I will laugh. (I don't deserve one.)

BTW, how the hell do I have three or four 5/5!?!? I bet you the admins are going:

"What the hell man!?!? This is soooo fucked up!"*

*Please note, this is NOT a true expression in anyway, shape, or form of the admins of this or any other site. This is only me having fictional fun. Thank you and review.