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Scourge is determined to disobey, Zonic tries his best to not let his compassion take over. Everyone is angery. Grrrrrr...","description_bbcode_parsed":"All beginnings are hard. Scourge is determined to disobey, Zonic tries his best to not let his compassion take over. Everyone is angery. Grrrrrr...","writing":"[center][b]CHAPTER II[/b][/center]\n\n[color=#204a87]It was fascinating to watch Scourge. Almost like TV, except TV usually bored him. Every word coming from his mouth was bitter poison, his expressions an open book. The way he turned away from the food that had been offered to him, like a pouting child. The way his expression turned into a condescending scowl, followed by a weak snort as he looked at his pictures and trophies. Things, Zonic was quite proud of. He wasn't captain of the inter dimensional police for nothing. Yet he'd expected no other reaction from someone like Scourge who clearly had little to no understanding of the importance of law and order.\n\nThe officer leaned his head into his palm, watching as his prisoner was finally swayed by the scent of food. Clearly it was better than prison food, and judging by Scourge's light weight he could easily guess just how little he'd gotten to eat.\n\nWhat took him off guard were Scourge's words however. He couldn't move at all? Not even his arms? He felt his stomach clench painfully, trying not to show it on his face. And he was already about to get up when Scourge started talking again. Within a matter of seconds his guilt and pity were burnt up by anger. This time it showed on his face clearly. He didn't want to be lumped in with criminals and lowlives. He would never. He wanted to Yell at Scourge. Ask him if he'd lost his mind. His hands were clenched into fists and his spines were ever so slightly puffed up but he kept quiet.\n\nThe green hedgehog had gone through unspeakable horrors. It was probably reasonable for him to expect something like that. He used the brief moment  when Scourge's eyes were closed to calm himself down. Breathe out the anger. He was tired. This day had been stressful. And none of it was Scourge's fault. The prisoner probably just needed time. Time to understand that he wasn't going to be harmed. That this was a house where law and order ruled, not the libido of some prison scum. Right. Calm.\n\nHis movements were a little stiff when he walked over to the bed. He was still glaring daggers at the evil sonic who was trying to taunt him. \"It's unfortunate you haven't lost your... attitude in that hole.\" He said grimly. Though if he was honest with himself, that wasn't true at all. In fact he was sort of relieved to see the green one still had some fight in him.\n\nHe pulled the blanket back to see where all the bruises and bandages were. He had to sit scourge up if he wanted to feed him, but finding a spot to touch him that was not bruised was surprisingly hard. If not impossible. So with a frown he tried to at least be as gentle as possible. Zonic carefully slid one hand under scourge's head and one under his back, leaning his upper body down enough to very gently touch the other's. Like this Scourge was secure in his arms and he could easily pull him into a sitting position, pulling the pillow up against the headboard and then leaning scourge against it before finally letting go.\n\nEven though the whole process had hardly lasted half a minute it'd felt too long. He felt guilt washing over him in waves every time he touched the prisoner. He didn't want to touch someone who'd obviously had a bad time with being touched by others... and also someone who was injured to the point of being almost completely immobilized. They were both sonics after all. Their joy was freedom of movement. Speed. Adrenaline. Being immobilized like this was a torture unlike any other. Once more he was glad he'd saved Scourge from that place, even if Scourge himself didn't feel like he'd been saved just yet. Or maybe he was just bad at showing it.\n\nZonic took the tray of food. He hadn't even really paid attention to what kind of microwave food he'd made there. Vegetables, mashed potatoes, meat. It was a cheap and loveless meal but compared to prison food? Decent enough. He cut the meat into small pieces, unconsciously attempting to make the pieces all the exact same size and shape, which of course was impossible.\n\nThe food was no longer steaming hot but only mildly warm, which was probably a good thing considering he didn't want to spend hours blowing on every fork of food. Scourge could deal with a lukewarm meal, he was sure of it.\n\nAnd so he started feeding him. One fork. Two forks. Three. What a surreal situation. \"Don't just swallow it. Chew. For pity's sake the meal's not running away you don't need to hurry.\" And he'd make sure Scourge wouldn't go hungry here. \"I don't expect you to understand my reasons but understand that I did not bring you here to harm you. Your hostility is misplaced and wasted on me. If you need to blow off steam I've got a sandbag for boxing that you can yell your pathetic insults at once you're healed. Until then you could practice some humility... if you know what the word means, that is.\" Zonic explained feeding the prisoner another fork of food and then another.[/color]\n[color=#4e9a06]\nAh, there it was. Pure rage in the most raw of moments. Scourge was able to drink in the sight and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. Yes, making his counterpart angry was for some reason, always heartwarming, like looking into the mirror and remembering how alike they all were. At their very core, they were Sonic. Scourge wanted to let out another laugh, his wide grin soon faltering when Zonic came close. Of course, he was aware of the need to sit him up, but with his body exposed and seeing all the places that dealt serious blows, he felt himself panic. \n\nfor a moment, Scourge froze up. Zonic’s hands over him, his body too close and the pressure from even the most gentle of hands still hurt. He felt himself choking and flinched a bit too hard that caused him to grunt a bit too loud. He wanted to push the cop away, punch his lights out for not even giving him a warning at least. He knew he couldn’t eat with his head completely horizontal, he’d just choke, but goddamn it this... utter fear over assholes touching him was pathetic. He wasn’t sure if even he was in suppose to succumb to such fears after a little trauma, Nah, Scourge was too perfect for that and yet...\n\nHe only noticed he had held in his breath once Zonic had placed him upright and let him go, getting the food prepared. He tried to not sound like his heart was racing or his breathing hitched, scourge merely tried to play it off as if the pain was what really got him. \n\n“Did no one teach you how to handle an injured person? Damn you could’ve made it all worse!”  He knew he was just giving the cop shit just to give him shit but still... it’d be worse if Zonic knew Scourge’s reason for being so tense was all because a few bad guys used him like a sex toy. No, that didn’t happen... just bad dreams. \n\nThe meat being cut up into small chunks was odd, with teeth like his own he was sure he could rip off pieces no problem but that would require the food being held out for him, and of course it’d just be insanely awkward if Zonic held out pieces of food with his fingers. It was... kind of appreciated but he wouldn’t say anything, no reason to. The first bite, he leaned away, giving Zonic a nasty look before quickly taking a large bite. He purposely bared his teeth as he clamped them down on the fork, pulling the meat off as swiftly as he could. He was proud to have such sharp teeth and just to seem more like a threat, he’d show just how scary they can be if the cop decided to try anything.\n\nHe only then realized just how... hungry he was, taking in the next forkful quicker than the last. It was a shitty tv dinner but it tasted so damn good, better than any of the shit he had to consume or vomit up back in prison. He hated how emotional he got over eating mediocre food. Whatever though, he was being served and that’s what mattered more, being pampered by someone who let their emotions get the better of them. He looked up at Zonic with his next bite, slowly pulling the meat from the fork and chewed extra slow. Swallowing the mush, he snickered. \n\n“You wanna sit here all night with me? Cause I can be sure to make this take longer than it needs to.” Being a dick just felt right. “I can’t wait to regain strength in my arms and legs, I’m sure you can’t wait either, haha.”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic, too, acted like he didn't notice how much Scourge had tensed up when he held him. And he forbid his brain to point out the obvious reason for it. Instead he watched the hedgehog pull food from his fork with those vicious teeth. Lucky the other inmates hadn't kicked them all out to make him even less of a threat than he already was.  \n\nThey certainly were something, those teeth. But then everything about Scourge was usually quite lethal. He was in Zone-Jail for good reason. His downfall was his pride. And it would be his downfall again and again until it was broken, Zonic felt. Now he wasn't sure how close his Jail Mates had gotten to achieving just that, but apparently they hadn't quite succeeded. After all the green one could still grin and taunt despite being in a terrible condition. No doubt defense mechanisms. But it meant he hadn't given up yet. He was still fighting to pick himself back up. A trait that was typical for all versions of Sonic. Willpower. None of them were cowards. None of them were beat down easily. All of them would struggle to their last breath to pick themselves back up. Scourge was no exception and it was almost comforting to see.\n\nAt Scourge's attempt to tease him he actually let out a small laugh. \"Heh. Sure I don't mind. My free evening was gone the moment I decided to take in an ungrateful mutt.\" He fed the prisoner another two forks of food before helping him to drink some tea. \"And I'm afraid by the time you regain your strength you will be behind bars again. Also as long as you're wearing that collar you are no match for me. Unless of course you enjoy having your ass kicked. In which case I'm going to bring you back to Zone-Jail. They clearly did a good job of it.\" He said trying not to sound to bitter by the end while gesturing at Scourge's wounds.\n\nHe felt his fingers itch. He wanted to see each and everyone of these monsters punished. And yet. His hands were bound.\n\nHe frowned and looked back at the tray of food, lost in thought, rubbing a piece of meat through its sauce before sticking it into his own mouth. Sometimes, when he was out of his uniform, and in the safety of his room, he thought about what it'd be like if he wasn't restricted by interdimensional law. He'd seen awful crimes, murdered children and mothers, entire dimension thrown into utter chaos by a handful of criminals. And all he could really do was put them into jail... where they then continued to be awful to their inmates. Sure all of them deserved punishment. But they should be punished by the law, not by other criminals. This entire system was broken and Zobotnik's guards didn't do their job as intended either.\n\nBut again, his hands were tied. He couldn't even have zone jail shut down just like that because... it was the most secure place to keep the baddest of the bad. There was no other place. And as much as he hated to admit it, Zobotnik's record was flawless. There'd been complaints about how prisoners were treated before, but no one had ever escaped him. So Zonic was forced to turn a blind eye to the violence. Well he was supposed to anyway.\n\n\"This tastes awful.\" He mumbled, still staring at the food tray. Finally he filled another fork, continuing to feed Scourge whatever was left on the plate. \"You should see your face.\" He grinned halfheartedly. \"You make this junk look like a gourmet meal. I almost got hungry again. And stop showing off your teeth like that are you a dog?\"\n\nOf course feeding scourge didn't take all night. In fact it hardly took 30 minutes. There hadn't been a lot of food on the tray to begin with. Zonic placed the empty plastic thing on the floor, reaching for the two pills he'd placed on the nightstand earlier.\n\n\"Open your mouth. Those are just painkillers... but they're strong. They'll help you sleep, so don't bite me, I'm doing you a favor.\" He warned, holding the pills and the tea in his hands, waiting for Scourge to comply.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]He wasn’t sure how his expression seemed when he heard he’d be behind bars once his recovery was set, but he didn’t like the sound of going back to Zone Jail. Scourge did his best to hide his worry, such a thing wasn’t to be seen by this filth next to him, he’d just use it to tease. The green hog wasn’t aware of Zonic’s personal house prison so there was no room to assume what prison he’d be going to other than his previous one. The faces of all the offenders that bothers, beaten and abused him came to mind, their attributes all melting together into one disgusting blob. \n\nHe felt himself shiver a bit, which then turned into slight shakes. He wouldn’t allow Zonic to see his body quivering from the thought so he tried to move himself a little, as though moving his body in this poor condition would do anything to help him. It hurt, of course, trying to move his arms or legs just to see what he could and couldn’t do, all for the sake of hiding his anxiety. No, he wasn’t anxious, this was just his body reacting to how tired and beat it was, yeah. \n\nHe scoffed, lip twitching upward as he rolled his eyes. ‘Dog’? How fuckin rude of this blue pincushion to call him something like that... it got him thinkin about that insidious canine that... no. No more thoughts about those assholes, it’d just make him even more... \n\n“Coward. You left the collar on even though I can’t move much. What? Ya scared I’ll flop around too much? Pssh, you’re a joke. All these stupid precautions for lil ol’ me. Do I scare ya that much?” Distracting himself like this was a lot better, or so he thought. “And you’re the one who bought this trash... I bet ya got more than enough money to buy some real good shit... ya got any booze in that fridge of yours? C’mon... I’m sure you can give me some of that instead of painkillers. And really?? TEA? This shits gross. Gimme a real drink.” \n\nIt felt easier to just talk a bunch of bullshit. Mention everything else, tease and poke at the blue cop just to get him mind off of...\n\n[i]‘How’s it feel to be my bitch, Snot?’ \n‘You sound so into it, I knew you’d like this.’ \n‘No worries, I’ll give ya a nice taste of yourself, bet your slutty ass would love that, wouldn’t you?’ [/i]\n\nThe unsettling vivid memories played out so damn easily, one slip up and he was remembering everything he wished to forget. He tensed up, eyes widening for a moment only to lean In to take the painkillers. Once in his mouth he did his best to gulp down the tea no matter how disgusting or bitter it was. He made the mistake of accidentally biting down on one of the pills and felt himself retch at the taste of it, god he fuckin hated pills. \n\nIt felt a little embarrassing to have reacted this way, he hoped that the cop hadn’t caught onto his sudden change in attitude... but the guy was also a Sonic, catching on quick just came with the label.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Frankly despite his warning Zonic was still surprised that Scourge didn't try to chomp his fingers off. Right next to his surprise was concern however. Scourge seemed... uneasy. Twitchy. And he'd seen him shiver and shift positions despite the pain. And then he'd willingly taken the pills together with the tea he hated so much.\n\nThe former king seemed strangely... fragile. Stirring up the protective side of Zonic. The one that had originally made him get this job. He had to remind himself over and over again that the person sitting next to him was not an innocent citizen but a psychopathic criminal who'd enslaved an entire planet and attempted to do the same with another. It was hard to imagine looking at the broken and weak body laying in his bed, shivering and bruised.\n\n\"A warning, this time. I'm going to lay you back down. You need rest more than anything. The pills are going to work soon. You'll feel better. Better and tired.\" He said, his voice significantly more quiet than before. Once again he pulled the injured prisoner into his arms as gently as possible, hurrying to lay him back down. Afterwards he pulled the blanket over Scourge's body again. Hiding most of the visible injuries.\n\nWith a small sigh he rubbed a few circles over his own temples again. The headache was coming back. Without much hesitation he swallowed to pills himself, emptying the rest of the tea before he got up, carrying both, the tray and the cup. \"I'm leaving the door open.\" He said pulling open said door before he pointed out into the living room. \"You can see the couch from where you are. That's where I'll sleep. I'm not a deep sleeper so if you need anything just call. Seeing how much nonsense you've been spouting since you woke up, that shouldn't be much of a problem for you.....\" he looked at scourge for a moment before rubbing his temple again. It was a habit at this point. Everytime he was bothered or annoyed he'd massage his temples, no matter if he had a migraine or not.\n\n\"Do you need anything...now?\" He said, clearly not too eager to hear a positive response to his question. He looked tired. Felt tired. He wanted to sit down and not deal with things that made him feel awful anymore. Yet at the same time he'd taken Scourge in, now he had to take care of him properly, whether he wanted to or not. He leaned against the doorframe with a small grin. \"Maybe some milk with honey? I hear it helps kids sleep.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Not as cocky or sarcastic as he assumed, but it’d do for now. Scourge gave Zonic a very uninterested look with the way he switched up due to Scourge’s slight change in attitude. That didn’t sit well with him, the cop took pity all over again and was being [i]nice[/i] . Not something he wanted from the cop, not something he needed. \n\nAgain with this touching. \n\n“I don’t need to be no-!” Scourge tensed up again, this time his arms and leg—minus the lame nearly broken one— raised slightly, he was close to thrashing If he weren’t so weak but the movement was enough to cause more pain to sift through his system. He became limp all over again, having moved at all just hurt. He huffed, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. He was sweating and for a second he thought he heard someone blow into his ear. Both ears unconsciously flicked, his arms close at his sides and his lip bitten just enough to draw blood. \n\nHe felt embarrassed, pathetic for something as small as being moved causing him to react like this. How sad, something like that shouldn’t have made him so twitchy. He frowned, looking over at Zonic only to have to strain his head to watch him walk to the door. He wanted to kick the cop’s ass for being an annoyance but also for having seen Scourge in this state. No one was allowed to witness this and yet here they were. Being vulnerable sucked and he wanted it all to end already. When would his body be at least 50% healed again??? \n\n“Fuck you.” He said in a low, menacing tone. He didn’t want Zonic in here anymore. No more being watched or touched, no more of this. His weaknesses didn’t need to be shown like this, god he hated being at someone else’s mercy. Scourge turned away from the blue hog, his breathing a little heavier than before. Now he just made himself angry, not wanting to be bothered anymore. So he laid there, ignoring the cop hoping he’d just leave.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]For just a moment Zonic was tempted to actually get Scourge milk with honey just to tease him. But he could see the other was in no state to take any more bullying. \"Fine. I'll be-\" A shrill beeping sound cut through the house's relative silence and Zonic reacted instantly on reflex. Grabbing a small device from the uniform that he'd folded onto the chair by the door.\n\n\"Zonic reporting for duty. What is it?\" He said. His tone of voice had completely shifted from quiet and gentle to his usual, sharper tone that he used at work. The device in his hand crackled quietly before Zespio's voice could be heard from the other side. \"A second explosion just occured on the the Interdimensional highway, near the Prime zone portal.\" Zonic cursed silently, \"I thought that was being dealt with by another team.\" \"It was. They were caught in the explosion and got hurt.\" \"I'll be there.\"\n\nSo much for sitting down and reading more. With a rather serious expression he flattened his spines, slipping into the uncomfortable uniform once again. \"I'll be back as soon as I can. Sleep. Please... don't do anything stupid. I mean it. You probably won't be able to move much, I know. Just... stay put. If you get in trouble I won't be able to protect you. You will go straight back to that hell hole. So just.... sleep.\" He said. And while he was aware that scourge was too weak for an escape attempt he still wouldn't put it past him. If he'd learned one thing in his time as a cop then it was that you could never underestimate anyone. Not even for a second. Never let your guard down either.\n\nAlready half out of the room he looked back, the reading lamp was still on, that was probably good. He wasn't sure how good an idea it was to leave the hedgehog in a pitch black room. In fact he left the door open too. And then he was gone. The second he set foot on the asphalt outside the sonic boom echoed through the quiet neighbourhood. They were used to it.\n\nOnly seconds later he'd reached his destination. Zespio filled him in but his mind kept drifting back to Scourge. He couldn't help but worry.\n\nThe time on the crime scene passed fast. There was just so much to do. Zector discovered remnants of the explosives used, tipping them off to who exactly was to blame for all this mayhem and three injured officers. Crime scene work turned into a high speed chase through 4 different dimensions and by the time they'd finally caught the culprit the sun was already coming up again in the no-zone.\n\nThe Chief granted Zonic and his team off time though they would all have to keep their communicators on in case something happened. How generous. They all thought it. Nobody said anything. All three of them were tired. Zespio almost fell asleep in Zector's car. Zonic preferred to go home on foot. It was faster that way. And he was -sure- he'd fall asleep in a car.\n\nWhen he reached his house he felt anxiety bubble up inside his stomach. He even hesitated to open the door. \"Please let him just...be asleep.\" He mumbled to himself before entering the house. This time he stripped out of his uniform right by the entrance before he hurried to the bedroom.\n[/color]\n[center][b]\nTBC...[/b][/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
CHAPTER II


It was fascinating to watch Scourge. Almost like TV, except TV usually bored him. Every word coming from his mouth was bitter poison, his expressions an open book. The way he turned away from the food that had been offered to him, like a pouting child. The way his expression turned into a condescending scowl, followed by a weak snort as he looked at his pictures and trophies. Things, Zonic was quite proud of. He wasn't captain of the inter dimensional police for nothing. Yet he'd expected no other reaction from someone like Scourge who clearly had little to no understanding of the importance of law and order.

The officer leaned his head into his palm, watching as his prisoner was finally swayed by the scent of food. Clearly it was better than prison food, and judging by Scourge's light weight he could easily guess just how little he'd gotten to eat.

What took him off guard were Scourge's words however. He couldn't move at all? Not even his arms? He felt his stomach clench painfully, trying not to show it on his face. And he was already about to get up when Scourge started talking again. Within a matter of seconds his guilt and pity were burnt up by anger. This time it showed on his face clearly. He didn't want to be lumped in with criminals and lowlives. He would never. He wanted to Yell at Scourge. Ask him if he'd lost his mind. His hands were clenched into fists and his spines were ever so slightly puffed up but he kept quiet.

The green hedgehog had gone through unspeakable horrors. It was probably reasonable for him to expect something like that. He used the brief moment  when Scourge's eyes were closed to calm himself down. Breathe out the anger. He was tired. This day had been stressful. And none of it was Scourge's fault. The prisoner probably just needed time. Time to understand that he wasn't going to be harmed. That this was a house where law and order ruled, not the libido of some prison scum. Right. Calm.

His movements were a little stiff when he walked over to the bed. He was still glaring daggers at the evil sonic who was trying to taunt him. "It's unfortunate you haven't lost your... attitude in that hole." He said grimly. Though if he was honest with himself, that wasn't true at all. In fact he was sort of relieved to see the green one still had some fight in him.

He pulled the blanket back to see where all the bruises and bandages were. He had to sit scourge up if he wanted to feed him, but finding a spot to touch him that was not bruised was surprisingly hard. If not impossible. So with a frown he tried to at least be as gentle as possible. Zonic carefully slid one hand under scourge's head and one under his back, leaning his upper body down enough to very gently touch the other's. Like this Scourge was secure in his arms and he could easily pull him into a sitting position, pulling the pillow up against the headboard and then leaning scourge against it before finally letting go.

Even though the whole process had hardly lasted half a minute it'd felt too long. He felt guilt washing over him in waves every time he touched the prisoner. He didn't want to touch someone who'd obviously had a bad time with being touched by others... and also someone who was injured to the point of being almost completely immobilized. They were both sonics after all. Their joy was freedom of movement. Speed. Adrenaline. Being immobilized like this was a torture unlike any other. Once more he was glad he'd saved Scourge from that place, even if Scourge himself didn't feel like he'd been saved just yet. Or maybe he was just bad at showing it.

Zonic took the tray of food. He hadn't even really paid attention to what kind of microwave food he'd made there. Vegetables, mashed potatoes, meat. It was a cheap and loveless meal but compared to prison food? Decent enough. He cut the meat into small pieces, unconsciously attempting to make the pieces all the exact same size and shape, which of course was impossible.

The food was no longer steaming hot but only mildly warm, which was probably a good thing considering he didn't want to spend hours blowing on every fork of food. Scourge could deal with a lukewarm meal, he was sure of it.

And so he started feeding him. One fork. Two forks. Three. What a surreal situation. "Don't just swallow it. Chew. For pity's sake the meal's not running away you don't need to hurry." And he'd make sure Scourge wouldn't go hungry here. "I don't expect you to understand my reasons but understand that I did not bring you here to harm you. Your hostility is misplaced and wasted on me. If you need to blow off steam I've got a sandbag for boxing that you can yell your pathetic insults at once you're healed. Until then you could practice some humility... if you know what the word means, that is." Zonic explained feeding the prisoner another fork of food and then another.

Ah, there it was. Pure rage in the most raw of moments. Scourge was able to drink in the sight and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. Yes, making his counterpart angry was for some reason, always heartwarming, like looking into the mirror and remembering how alike they all were. At their very core, they were Sonic. Scourge wanted to let out another laugh, his wide grin soon faltering when Zonic came close. Of course, he was aware of the need to sit him up, but with his body exposed and seeing all the places that dealt serious blows, he felt himself panic.

for a moment, Scourge froze up. Zonic’s hands over him, his body too close and the pressure from even the most gentle of hands still hurt. He felt himself choking and flinched a bit too hard that caused him to grunt a bit too loud. He wanted to push the cop away, punch his lights out for not even giving him a warning at least. He knew he couldn’t eat with his head completely horizontal, he’d just choke, but goddamn it this... utter fear over assholes touching him was pathetic. He wasn’t sure if even he was in suppose to succumb to such fears after a little trauma, Nah, Scourge was too perfect for that and yet...

He only noticed he had held in his breath once Zonic had placed him upright and let him go, getting the food prepared. He tried to not sound like his heart was racing or his breathing hitched, scourge merely tried to play it off as if the pain was what really got him.

“Did no one teach you how to handle an injured person? Damn you could’ve made it all worse!”  He knew he was just giving the cop shit just to give him shit but still... it’d be worse if Zonic knew Scourge’s reason for being so tense was all because a few bad guys used him like a sex toy. No, that didn’t happen... just bad dreams.

The meat being cut up into small chunks was odd, with teeth like his own he was sure he could rip off pieces no problem but that would require the food being held out for him, and of course it’d just be insanely awkward if Zonic held out pieces of food with his fingers. It was... kind of appreciated but he wouldn’t say anything, no reason to. The first bite, he leaned away, giving Zonic a nasty look before quickly taking a large bite. He purposely bared his teeth as he clamped them down on the fork, pulling the meat off as swiftly as he could. He was proud to have such sharp teeth and just to seem more like a threat, he’d show just how scary they can be if the cop decided to try anything.

He only then realized just how... hungry he was, taking in the next forkful quicker than the last. It was a shitty tv dinner but it tasted so damn good, better than any of the shit he had to consume or vomit up back in prison. He hated how emotional he got over eating mediocre food. Whatever though, he was being served and that’s what mattered more, being pampered by someone who let their emotions get the better of them. He looked up at Zonic with his next bite, slowly pulling the meat from the fork and chewed extra slow. Swallowing the mush, he snickered.

“You wanna sit here all night with me? Cause I can be sure to make this take longer than it needs to.” Being a dick just felt right. “I can’t wait to regain strength in my arms and legs, I’m sure you can’t wait either, haha.”

Zonic, too, acted like he didn't notice how much Scourge had tensed up when he held him. And he forbid his brain to point out the obvious reason for it. Instead he watched the hedgehog pull food from his fork with those vicious teeth. Lucky the other inmates hadn't kicked them all out to make him even less of a threat than he already was.  

They certainly were something, those teeth. But then everything about Scourge was usually quite lethal. He was in Zone-Jail for good reason. His downfall was his pride. And it would be his downfall again and again until it was broken, Zonic felt. Now he wasn't sure how close his Jail Mates had gotten to achieving just that, but apparently they hadn't quite succeeded. After all the green one could still grin and taunt despite being in a terrible condition. No doubt defense mechanisms. But it meant he hadn't given up yet. He was still fighting to pick himself back up. A trait that was typical for all versions of Sonic. Willpower. None of them were cowards. None of them were beat down easily. All of them would struggle to their last breath to pick themselves back up. Scourge was no exception and it was almost comforting to see.

At Scourge's attempt to tease him he actually let out a small laugh. "Heh. Sure I don't mind. My free evening was gone the moment I decided to take in an ungrateful mutt." He fed the prisoner another two forks of food before helping him to drink some tea. "And I'm afraid by the time you regain your strength you will be behind bars again. Also as long as you're wearing that collar you are no match for me. Unless of course you enjoy having your ass kicked. In which case I'm going to bring you back to Zone-Jail. They clearly did a good job of it." He said trying not to sound to bitter by the end while gesturing at Scourge's wounds.

He felt his fingers itch. He wanted to see each and everyone of these monsters punished. And yet. His hands were bound.

He frowned and looked back at the tray of food, lost in thought, rubbing a piece of meat through its sauce before sticking it into his own mouth. Sometimes, when he was out of his uniform, and in the safety of his room, he thought about what it'd be like if he wasn't restricted by interdimensional law. He'd seen awful crimes, murdered children and mothers, entire dimension thrown into utter chaos by a handful of criminals. And all he could really do was put them into jail... where they then continued to be awful to their inmates. Sure all of them deserved punishment. But they should be punished by the law, not by other criminals. This entire system was broken and Zobotnik's guards didn't do their job as intended either.

But again, his hands were tied. He couldn't even have zone jail shut down just like that because... it was the most secure place to keep the baddest of the bad. There was no other place. And as much as he hated to admit it, Zobotnik's record was flawless. There'd been complaints about how prisoners were treated before, but no one had ever escaped him. So Zonic was forced to turn a blind eye to the violence. Well he was supposed to anyway.

"This tastes awful." He mumbled, still staring at the food tray. Finally he filled another fork, continuing to feed Scourge whatever was left on the plate. "You should see your face." He grinned halfheartedly. "You make this junk look like a gourmet meal. I almost got hungry again. And stop showing off your teeth like that are you a dog?"

Of course feeding scourge didn't take all night. In fact it hardly took 30 minutes. There hadn't been a lot of food on the tray to begin with. Zonic placed the empty plastic thing on the floor, reaching for the two pills he'd placed on the nightstand earlier.

"Open your mouth. Those are just painkillers... but they're strong. They'll help you sleep, so don't bite me, I'm doing you a favor." He warned, holding the pills and the tea in his hands, waiting for Scourge to comply.

He wasn’t sure how his expression seemed when he heard he’d be behind bars once his recovery was set, but he didn’t like the sound of going back to Zone Jail. Scourge did his best to hide his worry, such a thing wasn’t to be seen by this filth next to him, he’d just use it to tease. The green hog wasn’t aware of Zonic’s personal house prison so there was no room to assume what prison he’d be going to other than his previous one. The faces of all the offenders that bothers, beaten and abused him came to mind, their attributes all melting together into one disgusting blob.

He felt himself shiver a bit, which then turned into slight shakes. He wouldn’t allow Zonic to see his body quivering from the thought so he tried to move himself a little, as though moving his body in this poor condition would do anything to help him. It hurt, of course, trying to move his arms or legs just to see what he could and couldn’t do, all for the sake of hiding his anxiety. No, he wasn’t anxious, this was just his body reacting to how tired and beat it was, yeah.

He scoffed, lip twitching upward as he rolled his eyes. ‘Dog’? How fuckin rude of this blue pincushion to call him something like that... it got him thinkin about that insidious canine that... no. No more thoughts about those assholes, it’d just make him even more...

“Coward. You left the collar on even though I can’t move much. What? Ya scared I’ll flop around too much? Pssh, you’re a joke. All these stupid precautions for lil ol’ me. Do I scare ya that much?” Distracting himself like this was a lot better, or so he thought. “And you’re the one who bought this trash... I bet ya got more than enough money to buy some real good shit... ya got any booze in that fridge of yours? C’mon... I’m sure you can give me some of that instead of painkillers. And really?? TEA? This shits gross. Gimme a real drink.”

It felt easier to just talk a bunch of bullshit. Mention everything else, tease and poke at the blue cop just to get him mind off of...

‘How’s it feel to be my bitch, Snot?’
‘You sound so into it, I knew you’d like this.’
‘No worries, I’ll give ya a nice taste of yourself, bet your slutty ass would love that, wouldn’t you?’

The unsettling vivid memories played out so damn easily, one slip up and he was remembering everything he wished to forget. He tensed up, eyes widening for a moment only to lean In to take the painkillers. Once in his mouth he did his best to gulp down the tea no matter how disgusting or bitter it was. He made the mistake of accidentally biting down on one of the pills and felt himself retch at the taste of it, god he fuckin hated pills.

It felt a little embarrassing to have reacted this way, he hoped that the cop hadn’t caught onto his sudden change in attitude... but the guy was also a Sonic, catching on quick just came with the label.

Frankly despite his warning Zonic was still surprised that Scourge didn't try to chomp his fingers off. Right next to his surprise was concern however. Scourge seemed... uneasy. Twitchy. And he'd seen him shiver and shift positions despite the pain. And then he'd willingly taken the pills together with the tea he hated so much.

The former king seemed strangely... fragile. Stirring up the protective side of Zonic. The one that had originally made him get this job. He had to remind himself over and over again that the person sitting next to him was not an innocent citizen but a psychopathic criminal who'd enslaved an entire planet and attempted to do the same with another. It was hard to imagine looking at the broken and weak body laying in his bed, shivering and bruised.

"A warning, this time. I'm going to lay you back down. You need rest more than anything. The pills are going to work soon. You'll feel better. Better and tired." He said, his voice significantly more quiet than before. Once again he pulled the injured prisoner into his arms as gently as possible, hurrying to lay him back down. Afterwards he pulled the blanket over Scourge's body again. Hiding most of the visible injuries.

With a small sigh he rubbed a few circles over his own temples again. The headache was coming back. Without much hesitation he swallowed to pills himself, emptying the rest of the tea before he got up, carrying both, the tray and the cup. "I'm leaving the door open." He said pulling open said door before he pointed out into the living room. "You can see the couch from where you are. That's where I'll sleep. I'm not a deep sleeper so if you need anything just call. Seeing how much nonsense you've been spouting since you woke up, that shouldn't be much of a problem for you....." he looked at scourge for a moment before rubbing his temple again. It was a habit at this point. Everytime he was bothered or annoyed he'd massage his temples, no matter if he had a migraine or not.

"Do you need anything...now?" He said, clearly not too eager to hear a positive response to his question. He looked tired. Felt tired. He wanted to sit down and not deal with things that made him feel awful anymore. Yet at the same time he'd taken Scourge in, now he had to take care of him properly, whether he wanted to or not. He leaned against the doorframe with a small grin. "Maybe some milk with honey? I hear it helps kids sleep."

Not as cocky or sarcastic as he assumed, but it’d do for now. Scourge gave Zonic a very uninterested look with the way he switched up due to Scourge’s slight change in attitude. That didn’t sit well with him, the cop took pity all over again and was being nice . Not something he wanted from the cop, not something he needed.

Again with this touching.

“I don’t need to be no-!” Scourge tensed up again, this time his arms and leg—minus the lame nearly broken one— raised slightly, he was close to thrashing If he weren’t so weak but the movement was enough to cause more pain to sift through his system. He became limp all over again, having moved at all just hurt. He huffed, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. He was sweating and for a second he thought he heard someone blow into his ear. Both ears unconsciously flicked, his arms close at his sides and his lip bitten just enough to draw blood.

He felt embarrassed, pathetic for something as small as being moved causing him to react like this. How sad, something like that shouldn’t have made him so twitchy. He frowned, looking over at Zonic only to have to strain his head to watch him walk to the door. He wanted to kick the cop’s ass for being an annoyance but also for having seen Scourge in this state. No one was allowed to witness this and yet here they were. Being vulnerable sucked and he wanted it all to end already. When would his body be at least 50% healed again???

“Fuck you.” He said in a low, menacing tone. He didn’t want Zonic in here anymore. No more being watched or touched, no more of this. His weaknesses didn’t need to be shown like this, god he hated being at someone else’s mercy. Scourge turned away from the blue hog, his breathing a little heavier than before. Now he just made himself angry, not wanting to be bothered anymore. So he laid there, ignoring the cop hoping he’d just leave.

For just a moment Zonic was tempted to actually get Scourge milk with honey just to tease him. But he could see the other was in no state to take any more bullying. "Fine. I'll be-" A shrill beeping sound cut through the house's relative silence and Zonic reacted instantly on reflex. Grabbing a small device from the uniform that he'd folded onto the chair by the door.

"Zonic reporting for duty. What is it?" He said. His tone of voice had completely shifted from quiet and gentle to his usual, sharper tone that he used at work. The device in his hand crackled quietly before Zespio's voice could be heard from the other side. "A second explosion just occured on the the Interdimensional highway, near the Prime zone portal." Zonic cursed silently, "I thought that was being dealt with by another team." "It was. They were caught in the explosion and got hurt." "I'll be there."

So much for sitting down and reading more. With a rather serious expression he flattened his spines, slipping into the uncomfortable uniform once again. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Sleep. Please... don't do anything stupid. I mean it. You probably won't be able to move much, I know. Just... stay put. If you get in trouble I won't be able to protect you. You will go straight back to that hell hole. So just.... sleep." He said. And while he was aware that scourge was too weak for an escape attempt he still wouldn't put it past him. If he'd learned one thing in his time as a cop then it was that you could never underestimate anyone. Not even for a second. Never let your guard down either.

Already half out of the room he looked back, the reading lamp was still on, that was probably good. He wasn't sure how good an idea it was to leave the hedgehog in a pitch black room. In fact he left the door open too. And then he was gone. The second he set foot on the asphalt outside the sonic boom echoed through the quiet neighbourhood. They were used to it.

Only seconds later he'd reached his destination. Zespio filled him in but his mind kept drifting back to Scourge. He couldn't help but worry.

The time on the crime scene passed fast. There was just so much to do. Zector discovered remnants of the explosives used, tipping them off to who exactly was to blame for all this mayhem and three injured officers. Crime scene work turned into a high speed chase through 4 different dimensions and by the time they'd finally caught the culprit the sun was already coming up again in the no-zone.

The Chief granted Zonic and his team off time though they would all have to keep their communicators on in case something happened. How generous. They all thought it. Nobody said anything. All three of them were tired. Zespio almost fell asleep in Zector's car. Zonic preferred to go home on foot. It was faster that way. And he was -sure- he'd fall asleep in a car.

When he reached his house he felt anxiety bubble up inside his stomach. He even hesitated to open the door. "Please let him just...be asleep." He mumbled to himself before entering the house. This time he stripped out of his uniform right by the entrance before he hurried to the bedroom.


TBC...
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