Sonic the Hedgehog :: A Gentle Prison
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grapegardenI use pronouns too much. XDD That, and screw up my sentences in a confusing mess because of it. XD Oh well, it's been a while since I did a 15-Minute-Ficlet, and I need to catch up. Maybe I could write something "Starfox" related, but I'll wait by playing more SFA and praying my brother hadn't fryed the N64 to the point where it burns out on me while playing SF64 after forever. Hey, had to be done sooner or later. XDD That, and... this. XDDD
Title: A Gentle Prison
Author: Jigglypuff in Blue Ribbons
Fandom: Sonic Adventure 2
Genre: 15 Minute Ficlet/Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Dark(ish), and a couple bad words.
Pairing: Shadow/Sonic. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. XD *brick*
Finished: Yes.
Word: Contagious
Captured. Of all things, Sonic the Hedgehog cringed at the thought.
But it wasn’t merely chains holding him this time. Or being locked in a capsule to shoot him into space to an exploding death—literally. Rather, his binds were warm. Warm, but chilly and frozen on his skin. He shuddered, as if little snakes crawled over his shoulders, to his chest—embracing him like a python. He wanted to get out, wanted to escape. But… but couldn’t move. Why?
The blue hedgehog refused to be defeated. He started struggling, if in order to crawl out of these warm hands. But they held him tightly, refusing him to budge. He spat and kicked, but his captor merely stood there, amused by the childish act. It was no use… Sonic clenched his teeth, and in turn, his fists. He rammed them behind him, into the other body of fur behind him. A chuckle… none of his efforts were working.
He hated him. He hated him SO much. And at times like this, where the blue hedgehog gave it his all and it was only child’s play to him, it made him feel even worse—weak, worthless. He hated being these sort of things, he loathed being vulnerable. The others needed him… who’d be there if he’d fallen?
Of course, it wasn’t that the hedgehog behind him cared. His hands were tender, soft… yet, like knives to him out of his animosity. The words he whispered were low, sweet… yet, like a snake hissing into its prisoner’s ear. And he was talking to him again...
“…Sonic.”
Shadow. Let go of me, you damn bastard. The black hedgehog shook like a demon in Sonic’s head, horrendous—evil. Dangerous. He had to be taken care of.
The blue hedgehog couldn’t take it any longer. Yet, it was that point in which he was utterly immobile: his doppelganger moved closer below his ear, planting a kiss upon his cheek. It was as if a wicked ghost—no. NO.
Sonic’s voice was broken, comforted by these hands, placing one over his.
Why? Contagious bastard…
"Gee, I've been saved by Fox, how swell!"
Title: A Gentle Prison
Author: Jigglypuff in Blue Ribbons
Fandom: Sonic Adventure 2
Genre: 15 Minute Ficlet/Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Dark(ish), and a couple bad words.
Pairing: Shadow/Sonic. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. XD *brick*
Finished: Yes.
Word: Contagious
Captured. Of all things, Sonic the Hedgehog cringed at the thought.
But it wasn’t merely chains holding him this time. Or being locked in a capsule to shoot him into space to an exploding death—literally. Rather, his binds were warm. Warm, but chilly and frozen on his skin. He shuddered, as if little snakes crawled over his shoulders, to his chest—embracing him like a python. He wanted to get out, wanted to escape. But… but couldn’t move. Why?
The blue hedgehog refused to be defeated. He started struggling, if in order to crawl out of these warm hands. But they held him tightly, refusing him to budge. He spat and kicked, but his captor merely stood there, amused by the childish act. It was no use… Sonic clenched his teeth, and in turn, his fists. He rammed them behind him, into the other body of fur behind him. A chuckle… none of his efforts were working.
He hated him. He hated him SO much. And at times like this, where the blue hedgehog gave it his all and it was only child’s play to him, it made him feel even worse—weak, worthless. He hated being these sort of things, he loathed being vulnerable. The others needed him… who’d be there if he’d fallen?
Of course, it wasn’t that the hedgehog behind him cared. His hands were tender, soft… yet, like knives to him out of his animosity. The words he whispered were low, sweet… yet, like a snake hissing into its prisoner’s ear. And he was talking to him again...
“…Sonic.”
Shadow. Let go of me, you damn bastard. The black hedgehog shook like a demon in Sonic’s head, horrendous—evil. Dangerous. He had to be taken care of.
The blue hedgehog couldn’t take it any longer. Yet, it was that point in which he was utterly immobile: his doppelganger moved closer below his ear, planting a kiss upon his cheek. It was as if a wicked ghost—no. NO.
Sonic’s voice was broken, comforted by these hands, placing one over his.
Why? Contagious bastard…
"Gee, I've been saved by Fox, how swell!"
