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","writing":"[center][b]CHAPTER III[/b][/center]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]The blue hog’s words didn’t sound much like demands, more pleas than anything. It kind of annoyed him that he was asking Scourge to remain in place. Where the fuck was he even gonna go? He was barely able to move and now this here felt like a damn mockery. He huffed, getting even more upset that Zonic was pressing the message. \n\n“I get it! Fuck off already!” He snapped, his fists clenched. He didn’t wanna be bothered and the sound of Zonic speeding off was relieving. He didn’t know how long the idiot would be gone but he had time to get the fuck out if he could help it. This was his chance to move without being monitored, if he was able to drag himself to his cell, he could drag himself out of bed. When he gave himself enough time to relax, Scourge was using his arms to try and lift himself from the bed. He wasn’t sure if he put on weight (impossible) or he was just that weak now. \n\n“Stupid... fucking collar! Stupid fucking cop and his dumbass fucking.. AGH!” He pushes as hard as he could, trying to lift himself up but failed, falling back into a tired heap on the bed. The pillows and sheets were so comfy, and whatever painkillers he had taken were so strong and doing their job so fast. Maybe pushing up wasn’t the best course of action, maybe he could roll. Scourge turned toward the closest edge of the bed and grinned. As much as his lungs felt like theyd burst from how hard he was breathing, he was determined. \n\nSlowly reaching over with his left arm, he grabbed the sheets at his right side, trying to pull his body over, only to lean too much on his right arm. It hurt so bad he had to stop. Why was moving so hard?? Sonic hit harder than those bitches at the jail and yet he couldn’t move? \n\n“FUCK!” He yelled, trying again but only managed to get to the edge, his arm hanging off of it. He felt sick, as tho he was gonna heave all that TV dinner mesh onto the nice lil carpet below. Bet that cop would love that. Scourge reached for the floor, hoping he’d get a grip on the carpet but he was too high up. “Expensive mother... fucker and his expensive fuckin... bed! Argh why is this so difficult?!” He looked at the sheets that hung off the sides, yanking those wouldn’t do him any good... was he just... stuck like this??\n\nScourge gave it one more go, wiggling his body as best as he could. He felt more of the painkillers take hold of him, making him tired... not tonight. He was leaving and that was that. He couldn’t help but check the clock just to see how much time was used up doing this. He looked up at the wall clock... a whole two hours had passed by... two... hours. Had he really been laying here struggling to move from the middle to the edge of the bed for TWO HOURS? His pride was shot and his anger skyrocketed. Scourge began to work even more, seeing that the floor got closer and closer to his face till he fell face first into the floor rather roughly. His body followed after, toppling over onto the floor. His arms were under his chest and stomach, one leg on the floor while the other was still caught on the bed due to the blanket wrapping around it. \n\nHe had a tough time moving his head to breathe but his whole body was on fire. He wanted to cry it all aches so bad. His leg that felt numb was caught in the sheets, his arms were smooshed under him and now his face was pressed against the slightly soft carpet. There was no way he was moving now, he knew he couldn’t. He had no energy left, his eyes were heavy and his will had drained. He huffed, looking over at the door with dad eyes. \n\n“Come on... just.. a lil more... goddamn it come on..!!” He rasped, his ear twitched at the sound of birds... was it morning? He couldn’t tell... a he knew was that sleep had taken hold some time around 5 am.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic couldn't quite decide if he was relieved to see that Scourge was still there, or if he wanted to yell his lungs out about his unbelievable stupidity. There he was, a little pitiful heap, half of his body on the floor, the rest tangled up in the sheets.\n\nZonic dropped his uniform onto the chair and his steps were heavy with anger as he walked over to Scourge. \"Good job you unbelievable moron.\" He huffed, grabbing Scourge's shoulders, he was tired and upset and for now at the end of his patience. Hence his grip wasn't as gentle as it should be. He picked Scourge up from his pathetic position on the floor only to push him back into the bed. \"Are you happy? Do you like being in pain? Had I known I could've made my life easier by leaving you in jail, you know?!\" His voice was raised, frustration written all over his tired face.\n\nHe huffed, pulling the blanket over scourge once again. \"Where did you think you were gonna go like this? There isn't a dimensional portal anywhere around here. Not close enough to be reached at your fractured-leg speed anyway. And there are more than enough policemen living in my neighbourhood who've seen your uniform often enough to recognize it!!! I.... hh~\" Zonic pressed a hand to his head.\n\nInhale. Exhale. Calm. Without another word he left the room, only to return with handcuffs. He pulled up the prisoner's hands cuffing them to the head of the bed. Another set of handcuffs strapped scourge's feet to the bottom of the bed and with that he was completely immobilized. \"I hope you....\" He clenched his teeth. \"...I dunno.\" He added quietly, before hurrying out of the room. He slammed the bedroom door shut behind himself and turned the key.\n\nZonic already started to feel guilty for touching Scourge rather roughly to chain him to the bed. He knew why the green hedgehog was doing what he was doing but he'd have to lie if he said that it didn't drive him up the wall. Right there in his bedroom he'd been so close to punching Scourge square into his annoying face. -So- close.\n\nWith a frustrated growl he walked over to his punching bag, and with every hit he felt a little better. There were clear downsides to spending 90% of his life restricted in every way. He just wanted to help people. That was why he was a cop. But from time to time exhaustion and frustration brought out a side in him that he didn't like at all. A side that Scourge, for example, willingly embraced. Violent. Unrestrained. By the time he'd finally gotten the frustration out of his system his knuckles were red, and one was bleeding.\n\nHe took a deep breath, looking at his punching bag, grateful that it wasn't scourge's face. Without a shower or anything of the like he let himself sink onto the couch and closed his eyes. So tired. So tired. He missed his soft bed. Hell, he didn't even have a blanket here. But nothing in the world could make him go back into that bedroom right to get one. \"Fuck.\" He cursed quietly into one of the cushions. Sleep caught up to him faster than he thought. He didn't even notice falling asleep. He only noticed that his jaw hurt when he woke up, thanks to the incredibly awkward position he'd fallen asleep in.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Scourge was passed out for most of this, having felt something moving him, a bit of pain here and there but ultimately kept his eyes closed. He was drooling a little bit, actually sleeping in the deepest sleep he’d had in awhile. How long had it been since he was able to sleep for 12 straight hours? It wasn’t really a thought when he came to, opening his eyes slowly, only to notice he was staring back up at the ceiling again. Was he moved? No… He blinked, trying to wake himself up as much as he could, as quickly as he could. With a slow turn of his head from side to side, he saw that he was cuffed to the bed, every limb hooked to the bedpost. Zonic came back… that …!! He frowned, his attempt to leave failed, but he wouldn’t say he didn’t at least try. Hell, he gave it his all! \n\nSighing loudly, Scourge tried to move his arms again, actually surprised that he was able to move them slightly more than he did before. Well, whattaya know! That blue idiot was right about him feeling better, but it still hurt and he was still in a shitty state. \n\n“I’ll get the fuck outta here. Watch me. I’ll get out and trash this place, no! Better yet…” He coughed a few times, “Ugh… I’ll take this house for myself… I like this bed…” He frowned and looked up towards the door. It was shut… “He actually shut the door… As if these cuffs weren’t enough.”He laid his head back down, feeling his anger rise all over again. He cleared his throat, groaning at how scratchy and sore his throat felt. Well, talking to himself wasn’t gonna get him any answers as to why the door was closed or why he was cuffed, though it was painfully obvious, but he wanted to have Zonic explain himself. He deserved an explanation… \n\nAnother few attempts at shaking the cuffs off were pretty pointless but it didn’t hurt to try. Scourge rolled his eyes so hard he felt he’d get a migraine from it. He attempted moving his head toward his wrist to bite the cuffs but his arms were too far above his head. So, nothing was gonna work??? He growled, now breaking out his last resort. \n\n“HEY! PIG! OPEN THE FUCKIN--” He began to cough and heave, his throat was too hurt… nah, it wasn’t gonna stop him. “OPEN THE DOOR! WHY AM I CHAINED TO THE BE-ag hhh!! BED??” He huffed, moving around was just gonna cause him to feel even more sore but he had to do something. A whole night in bed and he couldn’t even get up. This was becoming annoying. “I need to fuckin’ get up… I need to move!” He huffed, being immobilized just… sucked. [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]He'd shifted himself into a better position, drifting back asleep already as a voice from his bedroom made him jump hard enough to almost throw him off the couch. \"Ugh\" He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed again first thing in the morning or if he was going to allow his guilt get the better of him.\n\nWith a soundless sigh he got up from the couch stretching his aching bones. His eyes wandered over to the kitchen, considering to make something edible first before he entered the lion's den. He could make him wait for it a little longer. Yeah. With a tired yawn he shuffled his way over to the fridge looking at its contents. He had almost no fresh food in there. It had a habit of going bad on him and he hated throwing food away. Yet there were some eggs of which he was fairly sure he hadn't bought them -too- long ago. It had been one of these days when he felt like cooking, bought ingredients and then realised that he was both too tired and too inexperienced to actually cook. So instead he'd had another amazing microwave meal.\n\nWell, at least he still knew where his pots and pans were. Even though they were embarrassingly dusty. \"I should really do this more often.\" He mumbled to himself. As for now. A simple breakfast. Yes. He could do this for sure. Strangely enough cooking was a little relaxing, even. Something to focus on other than the pest in his bedroom. Scrambled eggs. Toast. Bacon. Fair enough. And tea of course. Just to piss Scourge off... well, that, and because chamomile tea actually helped with throat pain. But Scourge didn't need to hear -that- reason.\n\nZonic looked at the clock and a good 15 minutes had passed in which he was blatantly ignoring all and every sound coming from the bedroom. Now he took his own breakfast and tea, and went to open the door.\n\n\"You called, your highness.\" He said in the most monotone voice he could muster while carrying the breakfast to his reading chair and placing it on the table. \"What was the question? Ah, right. Why didn't I let you sleep with your face on the floor and your arms wedged under your body, only to risk you getting up in the morning, killing me in my sleep, parading through the neighbourhood and getting yourself thrown into the jail you clearly love so much all over again? Good question. Let me just think of an answer while I eat.\" He said, sarcasm dripping from his words like poison.\n\nThen he eyed his food and started eating. He hadn't eaten for a while, especially not something that wasn't tv dinner. So this was surprisingly nice. Scourge was gonna get his after he was done eating. He'd considered only giving the green one food if he behaved himself but the chances that he sooner starved than actually play nice were so big that he couldn't take it.\n\n\"Mh! Right.\" He said swallowing the food in his mouth before he continued. \"It's a real shame, you know. I was gonna make a deal with you if you'd stayed put while I was gone. Something like: No more cuffs and locked doors inside the house so you can move around freely even while I'm gone. Or maybe just one long chain that allows you to walk through the house freely. Something like that. But seeing how you still haven't fully grasped the situation you're in I guess; chains it is.\" He shrugged while putting the food on his plate into order. Making sure everything stayed in its corner neatly.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]He heard footsteps and movement, the cop was awake but didn’t come straight to the bedroom. \n\n“YOU SAID IF I NEEDED SOMETHING TO JUST YELL!!” He growled, trying to move around but soon exhausted himself after a couple of minutes. There was no way he’d be able to get out of bed any time soon with the amount of thrashing (if such attempts could even be called that in his state) he was doing. Scourge wanted answers, he wanted Zonic to explain himself and also wanted his limbs free from being hooked to this bed.\n\nRestriction was bad regardless of how nice the bed he laid on was. He needed to be able to move freely when he wanted to, even if he was basically immobile thanks to his injuries. \n\n“THIS AINT NO WAY TO TREAT SOMEONE!! AINT THAT YOUR WHOLE MORAL CODE? FAKE ASS COP!!” He kept yelling tho his body fell limp again from all the moving and energy he was expelling. Scourge felt his breathing deepen, lungs at that point of expandin too much and making his heaving sound as though there was something rattling inside his chest. His coughing fits just hurt his throat further. It didn’t matter much to scourge, he was already in a lot of pain so this was no different. He just wanted to leave, was that so much to ask??\n\nFinally, after what felt like eons, the door swung open and a none too please Zonic appeared with food and tea. Scourge could smell the bitter leaf water from the bed, it made him cringe. \n\n“Its about time, copper. Why did it take you so long to get in here? Or is that food for me hmm??” He huffed, his snide remarks didn’t stop even throat his dry throat was begging for rest. “The fuck do you think this is gonna do? Kinky bastard, I can’t just lay still all night! Like I was gonnapass up the opportunity to leave!!” He watched Zonic sit, listened to his words and tossed his head to the other side. “As if you were REALLY gonna let me walk around. Don’t make me laugh. You’re too paranoid to allow that...!” \n\nHe wanted to believe it though, but he also didn’t want to compromise or comply to Zonic’s demands. He didn’t need to listen to someone to gain some type of freedom. He heard the other eating, peeking over at the blue hog and frowned. “OI! Isnt that suppose to be for me??? How shitty of you! You won’t even feed me first? I’m strapped to the bed!” His complaints seemed nonstop but he huffed, letting his body sink back into the bed. He was so... tired... he hated this.\n[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]\"Oh quit whining. The chains are your own fault. It wouldn't have hurt you to listen to me this one time.\" He said in as much of a bored manner as he could manage. He already felt guilt washing over him, changing his mind, he had to keep himself from sighing. Quietly he finished his breakfast, forcing himself to take his time. Still the guilt made his appetite fade and finally forced him to get out of his chair. Scourge wasn't completely wrong, though obviously he was at least partially to blame for all of this.\n\nSo with a small groan he left the room, returning with Scourge's portion of breakfast. Once again it was placed on the nightstand before he bent over the prisoner to unlock his cuffs, first his feet, then his hands. \"There, there, your majesty you can stop crying now.\" he said with half of a grin. A grin which quickly vanished as he realised he had to sit scourge up again. \"I have to do this again. I'm sorry if it hurts. These monsters were thorough there's hardly a spot on you that's not bruised.\" This time his voice was sincere, and he couldn't quite muster up the courage to look into Scourge's eyes. Instead he pulled him into his arms again, gently propping him up into a sitting position.\n\n\"I... have to apologize for last night.\" He said with a frown, taking the plate and starting to organize the food on it. \"I knew you'd try to escape... Still I got angry... and overreacted. That was wrong.\" he grumbled, looking at his own knuckles, still red from punching his sandbag last night. Then his gaze fell on Scourge's wrists. Obviously there were marks from the handcuffs, not surprising, but it made his stomach clench painfully. \"I did promise not to harm you. And you didn't listen to me when I told you to stay put. So I suppose we're even.\n\n\"Open up.\" He raised the first fork full of food up to Scourge's face waiting for him to comply, only to start feeding him the breakfast properly. \"So since you won't listen to anything I say, how do you think this Situation is going to work? None of your royally idiotic fantasies please, I will not give up my house to you and I'm not your servant either. I will just say that you will be brought back to zone-jail if you leave this house. And that you will heal slower if you keep struggling. So how do you think this is going to work? I'm sincerely curious. Have you even thought this through properly?\"\n\nHe asked while feeding Scourge more of the scrambled egg and bacon before giving him a break so he could reply. Maybe if he let Scourge set up rules they could work this out together and at least... coexist without bigger incidents. If he didn't like the green one's terms, he was still at an advantage in every way. He had nothing to lose by asking. Needless to say, however, he expected nothing but insults to be thrown at him in return. As that seemed to be Scourge's preferred way of communication, as inefficient as it may be.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Some of the stuff that Zonic just said sounded a little fishy. He just seemed to teeter back and forth from stern and threatening to soft and... gentle. It wasn’t the nicest transition between his personality, as Scourge just began to feel a little unsure what the hell the guy was thinking. Was he pissed or did he let regret get the better of him each and every time?? To be pitied was shit, Scourge wasn’t a fan of people feeling bad for him just cause he looked pathetic. What a gross way to be noticed.\n\n“The way you refer to me as royalty could probably get you a few good points in my book.” He said as he watched the cop uncuff him. He flinched when his hands were undone, becoming stiff again when Zonic was a little too close. He couldn’t help the reaction and fuckin hated it. He wanted to not be so... dare he say, afraid?? Not that he was normally scared of course.\n\nBeing apologized to when he knew damn well he didn’t actually deserve the apology still made him smirk. The cop was so remorseful for losing his temper, aw poor thing. So weak. Scourge rolled his eyes again, being scolded for just wanting the most obvious thing for any Sonic; freedom. Was that really too much?\n\n“You understand more than anyone why I tried anyways. You try living on a bed for days... immobile because your injuries are too great. None of us like that. No ‘Sonic’ is ever okay with being in one place for too long. So why punish me for wanting the basic need that every Sonic has huh??” He raised a brow, looking at the food when Zonic had sat back down. He squinted his eyes but opened his mouth the moment he saw the fork lift from the food with a hearty helping of eggs. \n\nNot now or ever will he admit how good these damn thugs were. \n\n“You givin me a chance to ask for shit?” He asked in between chews, his eyebrow raised again quizzically. This was... nice then. “I wanna roam around here freely when my legs get better.” He stated, tho there wasn’t much else on his mind, just the ability to walk around. “Oh and to be able to make food whenever I want! And YES I have thought it through!” It May have been obvious that the last part was a lie as he had no explanation for it.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic's expression brightened significantly. Now he was getting somewhere. \"Very well. You're free to roam the inside of my house and help yourself to what's in the fridge. Three conditions, however... Don't go outside, the balcony is fine but only when I'm home, don't break my things, and stop hurting yourself or it'll be steel bars for you again. Not in zone-jail. But in my holding cell. I'm giving you one chance at this, and I want you to heal quickly because playing your nurse isn't exactly what I had planned for my freetime.\" He warned, continuing to feed his prisoner.\n\nFor a moment he just watched Scourge eat in silence. He had a valid point. Being restrained was a nightmare for each and every sonic. And by Chaos, Zonic knew a thing or two about being restrained. He let out a defeated sigh. \"You're right. The inhibitor collar is already bad enough as it is. And they ruined your spines... But at least the injuries will heal. After all another thing we sonics have in common is fast healing abilities. Now if only you could clean up your... questionable morals.\" He frowned, helping Scourge to the tea.\n\nHe couldn't help a grin at the face the prisoner was pulling at the taste. \"Heh~\" Now if he didn't know better he'd think he was having fun taking care of Scourge. NOt that that could possibly be true. this was a hassle and annoying at best. And once again he remembered that if he didn't find a solution this was going to be his living arrangement for the rest of his life.\n\nThat thought certainly was a bummer. The truth was -he- was the one who hadn't thought things through. Scourge didn't have to think. He had no freedom to make decisions to begin with. Zonic, however, did. Then again, did he really? What choice was there after seeing someone beaten to the ground and most likely r-... worse... much worse. He had to shake this train of thought. Instead he forced himself to think about what else Scourge had said to him.\n\n\"Also... aren't you easy to please, your majesty. I thought it was gonna tick you off being referred to as royalty... after all you took quite the spectacular fall due to your own misplaced ego. Sonic told me all about it. How he made you give up your Super form just because he taunted you a little? You were the strongest of them all...even when each and every ally you had betrayed you, you were still the strongest. You beat shadow, Silver, your own former allies and their prime zone counterparts, forced Sonic to flee and all that only to defeat yourself in the end.\" While talking he picked the plates and cups up. \"Anyway, since I'm off today unless I'm called in again, I will clean my house. That includes the bed you're on. Which means I'll relocate you for a while. What do you prefer for a temporary throne your highness? The couch or the lounger on the balcony?\" He asked, one eyebrow raised while leaning against the doorframe.\n\nHis house technically didn't really need cleaning. Everything was spotless. He hated dust, and when things weren't exactly where they were supposed to be. In the end he just simply enjoyed cleaning. Trivial mundane tasks took his mind off unpleasant things and sorting things or putting things into order calmed him down. It was exactly what he needed after the stressful past days and weeks.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]This was going a lot easier than he thought it would. Zonic was surprisingly easy to satisfy with the way he looked after Scourge gave him his answer... he didn’t think that roaming freely would even be an option, but he wasn’t about to question it or pester for more. All he needed was to get out and he’d have to comply to the coo’s stupid rules for just a while. He didn’t feel like arguing too much, it wasn’t like he wanted to admit to having moved too much or yelled a bit more than he should’ve... again, his pride kept him from admitting his faults.\n\nJust having to hear of his failures was not something to help him cooperate. Everything Zonic was sort of confused the green hog at the moment.. such as being told that he was right about being restricted and how the all the limits put on him in prison were enough... to think that the cop would agree like that... most likely that weird thing people call ‘empathy’ or whatever... scourge didn’t think too much about it. Much easier to just assume it was a ‘Sonic thing’. \n\nEven with that it showed him that he lacked what a lot of his other selves did have. That odd sense of justice and kindness. He didn’t get why he was one of the few or possibly the only one that lacked something like that. It seemed to be another key part of who they all were but they were alternate selves of the same guy. Who was even the ‘original’ or did that exist for beings within a multiverse?? \n\nToo much thinkin. Scourge grunted as he tried to move himself so he was a lil more comfy. He didn’t want to say much about his back spines being somewhat sore, he’d deal with it though. \n\n“If you want me to be cooperative I suggest you stop talking about that” he growled, looking at the food and opened his mouth for more. Chewing up the mouthful he was given, Scourge lifted one shaky arm, pointing at the cop. “I learn from my mistakes, got it? I won’t be bested like that again... you already see that I was able to take care of all those idiots, don’t tempt me to do it again.. aha” He was gonna do it again. And again, until he had everyone in submission. He just needed out of here... as well as this collar removed.\n\n“I don’t need you preaching your bullshit to me. I’ll heal up on my own, I don’t need you acting like a dad to me. I just need to be fed till my arms work properly.” He huffed, turning his nose up as he turned away. Stubborn.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic scoffed. \"If I want you to cooperate? With what? Your own rules that you just set up. Or with the rules that I set up to protect you from your own stupidity? I didn't think any version of 'Sonic' was sincerely stupid... but you're slowly changing my mind. You know what... sure. Try to run away. Go back to zone-jail. If they find a mutilated corpse, at least I'll have the evidence I need to shut that hole down. You'll be doing me a favor.\" He said, shrugging. Though inside he was about to reach boiling point.\n\nThe only thing keeping him from yelling were years of trained discipline. He'd gone through the trouble of saving Scourge and all that hopeless idiot did was trying to get himself into a worse situation. In a way it felt like a personal insult. He'd -sworn- to protect. It was his -life- to protect. But Scourge was pushing him so much. He was a criminal. Did he even -deserve- to be saved?! Especially with this intolerable attitude.\n\nFuming he carried the food back to the kitchen to wash the plates and whatever he'd needed for cooking. Why couldn't scourge accept his kindness. Was it really that hard? Was it because he was a Sonic? He was clearly being hated. And maybe from a criminal's point of view that was understandable. After all he was a man of the law. But shouldn't this green pest at least be a little greatful? Shouldn't he at least be a -little- more cooperative? Was self preservation just not part of his personality?\n\nZonic plunged his sponge into the water as if he was trying to punch it before he attempted to scrub a hole into the ceramic plate. Would he -ever- have a relaxing day again? Was the green one just gonna keep pushing him until he broke? He had to clean his house. Right now. Get his mind off this. This... awful guest of his.\n\nHe turned to put the plates back into their cupboard but thanks to his water-punching exercise the floor underneath his feet was now coated in soapy water. Needless to say it sent him flying instantly. \"WAH!\" His head smacked into the floor and the two plates crashed down next to his head, shattering instantly. Zonic groaned. Pain beating in his head alongside his pulse.\n\nYeah, he thought, he was never going to have a relaxing day again. He rolled over, getting back on his knees before he collected the plate shards. Well, at least now he had good reason to clean. After throwing the shards away he wandered back into the bedroom, his frown almost identical to scourge's at this point. The painkillers were pulled out of the nightstand, he could already feel his migraine coming back. Zonic didn't even -look- at Scourge this time, being laughed at was the last thing he needed right now. Everything had been frustrating lately. He just wanted to sleep, read, clean, drink tea, maybe workout. Relax. The pills were swallowed dry. It didn't matter. As long as it kept his migraine in check. He rubbed the back of his head again, feeling a bump forming. Usually an injury that small wouldn't even make him flinch, but his headaches had been getting worse the more the stress at work increased lately. And now even his home was stressful.\n\nSomething had to change. Something had to change fast, before he lost his mind.[/color]\n[center][b]\nTBC...[/b][/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
CHAPTER III


The blue hog’s words didn’t sound much like demands, more pleas than anything. It kind of annoyed him that he was asking Scourge to remain in place. Where the fuck was he even gonna go? He was barely able to move and now this here felt like a damn mockery. He huffed, getting even more upset that Zonic was pressing the message.

“I get it! Fuck off already!” He snapped, his fists clenched. He didn’t wanna be bothered and the sound of Zonic speeding off was relieving. He didn’t know how long the idiot would be gone but he had time to get the fuck out if he could help it. This was his chance to move without being monitored, if he was able to drag himself to his cell, he could drag himself out of bed. When he gave himself enough time to relax, Scourge was using his arms to try and lift himself from the bed. He wasn’t sure if he put on weight (impossible) or he was just that weak now.

“Stupid... fucking collar! Stupid fucking cop and his dumbass fucking.. AGH!” He pushes as hard as he could, trying to lift himself up but failed, falling back into a tired heap on the bed. The pillows and sheets were so comfy, and whatever painkillers he had taken were so strong and doing their job so fast. Maybe pushing up wasn’t the best course of action, maybe he could roll. Scourge turned toward the closest edge of the bed and grinned. As much as his lungs felt like theyd burst from how hard he was breathing, he was determined.

Slowly reaching over with his left arm, he grabbed the sheets at his right side, trying to pull his body over, only to lean too much on his right arm. It hurt so bad he had to stop. Why was moving so hard?? Sonic hit harder than those bitches at the jail and yet he couldn’t move?

“FUCK!” He yelled, trying again but only managed to get to the edge, his arm hanging off of it. He felt sick, as tho he was gonna heave all that TV dinner mesh onto the nice lil carpet below. Bet that cop would love that. Scourge reached for the floor, hoping he’d get a grip on the carpet but he was too high up. “Expensive mother... fucker and his expensive fuckin... bed! Argh why is this so difficult?!” He looked at the sheets that hung off the sides, yanking those wouldn’t do him any good... was he just... stuck like this??

Scourge gave it one more go, wiggling his body as best as he could. He felt more of the painkillers take hold of him, making him tired... not tonight. He was leaving and that was that. He couldn’t help but check the clock just to see how much time was used up doing this. He looked up at the wall clock... a whole two hours had passed by... two... hours. Had he really been laying here struggling to move from the middle to the edge of the bed for TWO HOURS? His pride was shot and his anger skyrocketed. Scourge began to work even more, seeing that the floor got closer and closer to his face till he fell face first into the floor rather roughly. His body followed after, toppling over onto the floor. His arms were under his chest and stomach, one leg on the floor while the other was still caught on the bed due to the blanket wrapping around it.

He had a tough time moving his head to breathe but his whole body was on fire. He wanted to cry it all aches so bad. His leg that felt numb was caught in the sheets, his arms were smooshed under him and now his face was pressed against the slightly soft carpet. There was no way he was moving now, he knew he couldn’t. He had no energy left, his eyes were heavy and his will had drained. He huffed, looking over at the door with dad eyes.

“Come on... just.. a lil more... goddamn it come on..!!” He rasped, his ear twitched at the sound of birds... was it morning? He couldn’t tell... a he knew was that sleep had taken hold some time around 5 am.

Zonic couldn't quite decide if he was relieved to see that Scourge was still there, or if he wanted to yell his lungs out about his unbelievable stupidity. There he was, a little pitiful heap, half of his body on the floor, the rest tangled up in the sheets.

Zonic dropped his uniform onto the chair and his steps were heavy with anger as he walked over to Scourge. "Good job you unbelievable moron." He huffed, grabbing Scourge's shoulders, he was tired and upset and for now at the end of his patience. Hence his grip wasn't as gentle as it should be. He picked Scourge up from his pathetic position on the floor only to push him back into the bed. "Are you happy? Do you like being in pain? Had I known I could've made my life easier by leaving you in jail, you know?!" His voice was raised, frustration written all over his tired face.

He huffed, pulling the blanket over scourge once again. "Where did you think you were gonna go like this? There isn't a dimensional portal anywhere around here. Not close enough to be reached at your fractured-leg speed anyway. And there are more than enough policemen living in my neighbourhood who've seen your uniform often enough to recognize it!!! I.... hh~" Zonic pressed a hand to his head.

Inhale. Exhale. Calm. Without another word he left the room, only to return with handcuffs. He pulled up the prisoner's hands cuffing them to the head of the bed. Another set of handcuffs strapped scourge's feet to the bottom of the bed and with that he was completely immobilized. "I hope you...." He clenched his teeth. "...I dunno." He added quietly, before hurrying out of the room. He slammed the bedroom door shut behind himself and turned the key.

Zonic already started to feel guilty for touching Scourge rather roughly to chain him to the bed. He knew why the green hedgehog was doing what he was doing but he'd have to lie if he said that it didn't drive him up the wall. Right there in his bedroom he'd been so close to punching Scourge square into his annoying face. -So- close.

With a frustrated growl he walked over to his punching bag, and with every hit he felt a little better. There were clear downsides to spending 90% of his life restricted in every way. He just wanted to help people. That was why he was a cop. But from time to time exhaustion and frustration brought out a side in him that he didn't like at all. A side that Scourge, for example, willingly embraced. Violent. Unrestrained. By the time he'd finally gotten the frustration out of his system his knuckles were red, and one was bleeding.

He took a deep breath, looking at his punching bag, grateful that it wasn't scourge's face. Without a shower or anything of the like he let himself sink onto the couch and closed his eyes. So tired. So tired. He missed his soft bed. Hell, he didn't even have a blanket here. But nothing in the world could make him go back into that bedroom right to get one. "Fuck." He cursed quietly into one of the cushions. Sleep caught up to him faster than he thought. He didn't even notice falling asleep. He only noticed that his jaw hurt when he woke up, thanks to the incredibly awkward position he'd fallen asleep in.

Scourge was passed out for most of this, having felt something moving him, a bit of pain here and there but ultimately kept his eyes closed. He was drooling a little bit, actually sleeping in the deepest sleep he’d had in awhile. How long had it been since he was able to sleep for 12 straight hours? It wasn’t really a thought when he came to, opening his eyes slowly, only to notice he was staring back up at the ceiling again. Was he moved? No… He blinked, trying to wake himself up as much as he could, as quickly as he could. With a slow turn of his head from side to side, he saw that he was cuffed to the bed, every limb hooked to the bedpost. Zonic came back… that …!! He frowned, his attempt to leave failed, but he wouldn’t say he didn’t at least try. Hell, he gave it his all!

Sighing loudly, Scourge tried to move his arms again, actually surprised that he was able to move them slightly more than he did before. Well, whattaya know! That blue idiot was right about him feeling better, but it still hurt and he was still in a shitty state.

“I’ll get the fuck outta here. Watch me. I’ll get out and trash this place, no! Better yet…” He coughed a few times, “Ugh… I’ll take this house for myself… I like this bed…” He frowned and looked up towards the door. It was shut… “He actually shut the door… As if these cuffs weren’t enough.”He laid his head back down, feeling his anger rise all over again. He cleared his throat, groaning at how scratchy and sore his throat felt. Well, talking to himself wasn’t gonna get him any answers as to why the door was closed or why he was cuffed, though it was painfully obvious, but he wanted to have Zonic explain himself. He deserved an explanation…

Another few attempts at shaking the cuffs off were pretty pointless but it didn’t hurt to try. Scourge rolled his eyes so hard he felt he’d get a migraine from it. He attempted moving his head toward his wrist to bite the cuffs but his arms were too far above his head. So, nothing was gonna work??? He growled, now breaking out his last resort.

“HEY! PIG! OPEN THE FUCKIN--” He began to cough and heave, his throat was too hurt… nah, it wasn’t gonna stop him. “OPEN THE DOOR! WHY AM I CHAINED TO THE BE-ag hhh!! BED??” He huffed, moving around was just gonna cause him to feel even more sore but he had to do something. A whole night in bed and he couldn’t even get up. This was becoming annoying. “I need to fuckin’ get up… I need to move!” He huffed, being immobilized just… sucked.

He'd shifted himself into a better position, drifting back asleep already as a voice from his bedroom made him jump hard enough to almost throw him off the couch. "Ugh" He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed again first thing in the morning or if he was going to allow his guilt get the better of him.

With a soundless sigh he got up from the couch stretching his aching bones. His eyes wandered over to the kitchen, considering to make something edible first before he entered the lion's den. He could make him wait for it a little longer. Yeah. With a tired yawn he shuffled his way over to the fridge looking at its contents. He had almost no fresh food in there. It had a habit of going bad on him and he hated throwing food away. Yet there were some eggs of which he was fairly sure he hadn't bought them -too- long ago. It had been one of these days when he felt like cooking, bought ingredients and then realised that he was both too tired and too inexperienced to actually cook. So instead he'd had another amazing microwave meal.

Well, at least he still knew where his pots and pans were. Even though they were embarrassingly dusty. "I should really do this more often." He mumbled to himself. As for now. A simple breakfast. Yes. He could do this for sure. Strangely enough cooking was a little relaxing, even. Something to focus on other than the pest in his bedroom. Scrambled eggs. Toast. Bacon. Fair enough. And tea of course. Just to piss Scourge off... well, that, and because chamomile tea actually helped with throat pain. But Scourge didn't need to hear -that- reason.

Zonic looked at the clock and a good 15 minutes had passed in which he was blatantly ignoring all and every sound coming from the bedroom. Now he took his own breakfast and tea, and went to open the door.

"You called, your highness." He said in the most monotone voice he could muster while carrying the breakfast to his reading chair and placing it on the table. "What was the question? Ah, right. Why didn't I let you sleep with your face on the floor and your arms wedged under your body, only to risk you getting up in the morning, killing me in my sleep, parading through the neighbourhood and getting yourself thrown into the jail you clearly love so much all over again? Good question. Let me just think of an answer while I eat." He said, sarcasm dripping from his words like poison.

Then he eyed his food and started eating. He hadn't eaten for a while, especially not something that wasn't tv dinner. So this was surprisingly nice. Scourge was gonna get his after he was done eating. He'd considered only giving the green one food if he behaved himself but the chances that he sooner starved than actually play nice were so big that he couldn't take it.

"Mh! Right." He said swallowing the food in his mouth before he continued. "It's a real shame, you know. I was gonna make a deal with you if you'd stayed put while I was gone. Something like: No more cuffs and locked doors inside the house so you can move around freely even while I'm gone. Or maybe just one long chain that allows you to walk through the house freely. Something like that. But seeing how you still haven't fully grasped the situation you're in I guess; chains it is." He shrugged while putting the food on his plate into order. Making sure everything stayed in its corner neatly.

He heard footsteps and movement, the cop was awake but didn’t come straight to the bedroom.

“YOU SAID IF I NEEDED SOMETHING TO JUST YELL!!” He growled, trying to move around but soon exhausted himself after a couple of minutes. There was no way he’d be able to get out of bed any time soon with the amount of thrashing (if such attempts could even be called that in his state) he was doing. Scourge wanted answers, he wanted Zonic to explain himself and also wanted his limbs free from being hooked to this bed.

Restriction was bad regardless of how nice the bed he laid on was. He needed to be able to move freely when he wanted to, even if he was basically immobile thanks to his injuries.

“THIS AINT NO WAY TO TREAT SOMEONE!! AINT THAT YOUR WHOLE MORAL CODE? FAKE ASS COP!!” He kept yelling tho his body fell limp again from all the moving and energy he was expelling. Scourge felt his breathing deepen, lungs at that point of expandin too much and making his heaving sound as though there was something rattling inside his chest. His coughing fits just hurt his throat further. It didn’t matter much to scourge, he was already in a lot of pain so this was no different. He just wanted to leave, was that so much to ask??

Finally, after what felt like eons, the door swung open and a none too please Zonic appeared with food and tea. Scourge could smell the bitter leaf water from the bed, it made him cringe.

“Its about time, copper. Why did it take you so long to get in here? Or is that food for me hmm??” He huffed, his snide remarks didn’t stop even throat his dry throat was begging for rest. “The fuck do you think this is gonna do? Kinky bastard, I can’t just lay still all night! Like I was gonnapass up the opportunity to leave!!” He watched Zonic sit, listened to his words and tossed his head to the other side. “As if you were REALLY gonna let me walk around. Don’t make me laugh. You’re too paranoid to allow that...!”

He wanted to believe it though, but he also didn’t want to compromise or comply to Zonic’s demands. He didn’t need to listen to someone to gain some type of freedom. He heard the other eating, peeking over at the blue hog and frowned. “OI! Isnt that suppose to be for me??? How shitty of you! You won’t even feed me first? I’m strapped to the bed!” His complaints seemed nonstop but he huffed, letting his body sink back into the bed. He was so... tired... he hated this.


"Oh quit whining. The chains are your own fault. It wouldn't have hurt you to listen to me this one time." He said in as much of a bored manner as he could manage. He already felt guilt washing over him, changing his mind, he had to keep himself from sighing. Quietly he finished his breakfast, forcing himself to take his time. Still the guilt made his appetite fade and finally forced him to get out of his chair. Scourge wasn't completely wrong, though obviously he was at least partially to blame for all of this.

So with a small groan he left the room, returning with Scourge's portion of breakfast. Once again it was placed on the nightstand before he bent over the prisoner to unlock his cuffs, first his feet, then his hands. "There, there, your majesty you can stop crying now." he said with half of a grin. A grin which quickly vanished as he realised he had to sit scourge up again. "I have to do this again. I'm sorry if it hurts. These monsters were thorough there's hardly a spot on you that's not bruised." This time his voice was sincere, and he couldn't quite muster up the courage to look into Scourge's eyes. Instead he pulled him into his arms again, gently propping him up into a sitting position.

"I... have to apologize for last night." He said with a frown, taking the plate and starting to organize the food on it. "I knew you'd try to escape... Still I got angry... and overreacted. That was wrong." he grumbled, looking at his own knuckles, still red from punching his sandbag last night. Then his gaze fell on Scourge's wrists. Obviously there were marks from the handcuffs, not surprising, but it made his stomach clench painfully. "I did promise not to harm you. And you didn't listen to me when I told you to stay put. So I suppose we're even.

"Open up." He raised the first fork full of food up to Scourge's face waiting for him to comply, only to start feeding him the breakfast properly. "So since you won't listen to anything I say, how do you think this Situation is going to work? None of your royally idiotic fantasies please, I will not give up my house to you and I'm not your servant either. I will just say that you will be brought back to zone-jail if you leave this house. And that you will heal slower if you keep struggling. So how do you think this is going to work? I'm sincerely curious. Have you even thought this through properly?"

He asked while feeding Scourge more of the scrambled egg and bacon before giving him a break so he could reply. Maybe if he let Scourge set up rules they could work this out together and at least... coexist without bigger incidents. If he didn't like the green one's terms, he was still at an advantage in every way. He had nothing to lose by asking. Needless to say, however, he expected nothing but insults to be thrown at him in return. As that seemed to be Scourge's preferred way of communication, as inefficient as it may be.

Some of the stuff that Zonic just said sounded a little fishy. He just seemed to teeter back and forth from stern and threatening to soft and... gentle. It wasn’t the nicest transition between his personality, as Scourge just began to feel a little unsure what the hell the guy was thinking. Was he pissed or did he let regret get the better of him each and every time?? To be pitied was shit, Scourge wasn’t a fan of people feeling bad for him just cause he looked pathetic. What a gross way to be noticed.

“The way you refer to me as royalty could probably get you a few good points in my book.” He said as he watched the cop uncuff him. He flinched when his hands were undone, becoming stiff again when Zonic was a little too close. He couldn’t help the reaction and fuckin hated it. He wanted to not be so... dare he say, afraid?? Not that he was normally scared of course.

Being apologized to when he knew damn well he didn’t actually deserve the apology still made him smirk. The cop was so remorseful for losing his temper, aw poor thing. So weak. Scourge rolled his eyes again, being scolded for just wanting the most obvious thing for any Sonic; freedom. Was that really too much?

“You understand more than anyone why I tried anyways. You try living on a bed for days... immobile because your injuries are too great. None of us like that. No ‘Sonic’ is ever okay with being in one place for too long. So why punish me for wanting the basic need that every Sonic has huh??” He raised a brow, looking at the food when Zonic had sat back down. He squinted his eyes but opened his mouth the moment he saw the fork lift from the food with a hearty helping of eggs.

Not now or ever will he admit how good these damn thugs were.

“You givin me a chance to ask for shit?” He asked in between chews, his eyebrow raised again quizzically. This was... nice then. “I wanna roam around here freely when my legs get better.” He stated, tho there wasn’t much else on his mind, just the ability to walk around. “Oh and to be able to make food whenever I want! And YES I have thought it through!” It May have been obvious that the last part was a lie as he had no explanation for it.

Zonic's expression brightened significantly. Now he was getting somewhere. "Very well. You're free to roam the inside of my house and help yourself to what's in the fridge. Three conditions, however... Don't go outside, the balcony is fine but only when I'm home, don't break my things, and stop hurting yourself or it'll be steel bars for you again. Not in zone-jail. But in my holding cell. I'm giving you one chance at this, and I want you to heal quickly because playing your nurse isn't exactly what I had planned for my freetime." He warned, continuing to feed his prisoner.

For a moment he just watched Scourge eat in silence. He had a valid point. Being restrained was a nightmare for each and every sonic. And by Chaos, Zonic knew a thing or two about being restrained. He let out a defeated sigh. "You're right. The inhibitor collar is already bad enough as it is. And they ruined your spines... But at least the injuries will heal. After all another thing we sonics have in common is fast healing abilities. Now if only you could clean up your... questionable morals." He frowned, helping Scourge to the tea.

He couldn't help a grin at the face the prisoner was pulling at the taste. "Heh~" Now if he didn't know better he'd think he was having fun taking care of Scourge. NOt that that could possibly be true. this was a hassle and annoying at best. And once again he remembered that if he didn't find a solution this was going to be his living arrangement for the rest of his life.

That thought certainly was a bummer. The truth was -he- was the one who hadn't thought things through. Scourge didn't have to think. He had no freedom to make decisions to begin with. Zonic, however, did. Then again, did he really? What choice was there after seeing someone beaten to the ground and most likely r-... worse... much worse. He had to shake this train of thought. Instead he forced himself to think about what else Scourge had said to him.

"Also... aren't you easy to please, your majesty. I thought it was gonna tick you off being referred to as royalty... after all you took quite the spectacular fall due to your own misplaced ego. Sonic told me all about it. How he made you give up your Super form just because he taunted you a little? You were the strongest of them all...even when each and every ally you had betrayed you, you were still the strongest. You beat shadow, Silver, your own former allies and their prime zone counterparts, forced Sonic to flee and all that only to defeat yourself in the end." While talking he picked the plates and cups up. "Anyway, since I'm off today unless I'm called in again, I will clean my house. That includes the bed you're on. Which means I'll relocate you for a while. What do you prefer for a temporary throne your highness? The couch or the lounger on the balcony?" He asked, one eyebrow raised while leaning against the doorframe.

His house technically didn't really need cleaning. Everything was spotless. He hated dust, and when things weren't exactly where they were supposed to be. In the end he just simply enjoyed cleaning. Trivial mundane tasks took his mind off unpleasant things and sorting things or putting things into order calmed him down. It was exactly what he needed after the stressful past days and weeks.

This was going a lot easier than he thought it would. Zonic was surprisingly easy to satisfy with the way he looked after Scourge gave him his answer... he didn’t think that roaming freely would even be an option, but he wasn’t about to question it or pester for more. All he needed was to get out and he’d have to comply to the coo’s stupid rules for just a while. He didn’t feel like arguing too much, it wasn’t like he wanted to admit to having moved too much or yelled a bit more than he should’ve... again, his pride kept him from admitting his faults.

Just having to hear of his failures was not something to help him cooperate. Everything Zonic was sort of confused the green hog at the moment.. such as being told that he was right about being restricted and how the all the limits put on him in prison were enough... to think that the cop would agree like that... most likely that weird thing people call ‘empathy’ or whatever... scourge didn’t think too much about it. Much easier to just assume it was a ‘Sonic thing’.

Even with that it showed him that he lacked what a lot of his other selves did have. That odd sense of justice and kindness. He didn’t get why he was one of the few or possibly the only one that lacked something like that. It seemed to be another key part of who they all were but they were alternate selves of the same guy. Who was even the ‘original’ or did that exist for beings within a multiverse??

Too much thinkin. Scourge grunted as he tried to move himself so he was a lil more comfy. He didn’t want to say much about his back spines being somewhat sore, he’d deal with it though.

“If you want me to be cooperative I suggest you stop talking about that” he growled, looking at the food and opened his mouth for more. Chewing up the mouthful he was given, Scourge lifted one shaky arm, pointing at the cop. “I learn from my mistakes, got it? I won’t be bested like that again... you already see that I was able to take care of all those idiots, don’t tempt me to do it again.. aha” He was gonna do it again. And again, until he had everyone in submission. He just needed out of here... as well as this collar removed.

“I don’t need you preaching your bullshit to me. I’ll heal up on my own, I don’t need you acting like a dad to me. I just need to be fed till my arms work properly.” He huffed, turning his nose up as he turned away. Stubborn.

Zonic scoffed. "If I want you to cooperate? With what? Your own rules that you just set up. Or with the rules that I set up to protect you from your own stupidity? I didn't think any version of 'Sonic' was sincerely stupid... but you're slowly changing my mind. You know what... sure. Try to run away. Go back to zone-jail. If they find a mutilated corpse, at least I'll have the evidence I need to shut that hole down. You'll be doing me a favor." He said, shrugging. Though inside he was about to reach boiling point.

The only thing keeping him from yelling were years of trained discipline. He'd gone through the trouble of saving Scourge and all that hopeless idiot did was trying to get himself into a worse situation. In a way it felt like a personal insult. He'd -sworn- to protect. It was his -life- to protect. But Scourge was pushing him so much. He was a criminal. Did he even -deserve- to be saved?! Especially with this intolerable attitude.

Fuming he carried the food back to the kitchen to wash the plates and whatever he'd needed for cooking. Why couldn't scourge accept his kindness. Was it really that hard? Was it because he was a Sonic? He was clearly being hated. And maybe from a criminal's point of view that was understandable. After all he was a man of the law. But shouldn't this green pest at least be a little greatful? Shouldn't he at least be a -little- more cooperative? Was self preservation just not part of his personality?

Zonic plunged his sponge into the water as if he was trying to punch it before he attempted to scrub a hole into the ceramic plate. Would he -ever- have a relaxing day again? Was the green one just gonna keep pushing him until he broke? He had to clean his house. Right now. Get his mind off this. This... awful guest of his.

He turned to put the plates back into their cupboard but thanks to his water-punching exercise the floor underneath his feet was now coated in soapy water. Needless to say it sent him flying instantly. "WAH!" His head smacked into the floor and the two plates crashed down next to his head, shattering instantly. Zonic groaned. Pain beating in his head alongside his pulse.

Yeah, he thought, he was never going to have a relaxing day again. He rolled over, getting back on his knees before he collected the plate shards. Well, at least now he had good reason to clean. After throwing the shards away he wandered back into the bedroom, his frown almost identical to scourge's at this point. The painkillers were pulled out of the nightstand, he could already feel his migraine coming back. Zonic didn't even -look- at Scourge this time, being laughed at was the last thing he needed right now. Everything had been frustrating lately. He just wanted to sleep, read, clean, drink tea, maybe workout. Relax. The pills were swallowed dry. It didn't matter. As long as it kept his migraine in check. He rubbed the back of his head again, feeling a bump forming. Usually an injury that small wouldn't even make him flinch, but his headaches had been getting worse the more the stress at work increased lately. And now even his home was stressful.

Something had to change. Something had to change fast, before he lost his mind.

TBC...
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