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Zonic: *puts foot into own mouth*
Scourge: >.>","writing":"[center][b]CHAPTER V[/b][/center]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Scourge swore that he could see the moment when the situation finally hit. The fact that Zonic was just spewing out his thoughts like this said quite a lot. Nah, this idiot didn’t think this through at all. There was no plan and hey, that’s a trait they all shared. Act first, think later, it was more common in Sonic than they cared to admit. Scourge couldn’t believe that zonic was actually admitting all this in front of him, giving him fuel that he could better use against him later… Well, if he really wanted to that is, but The damn cop was doing him a favor… and he was on thin ice with going back to that hell hole… and he was being pampered, patched up, fed and washed… all without having to work for it. \n\nScourge leaned back, watching Zonic word vomit all over the place about how this was actually a terrible idea and how it was pretty much their little secret. He managed to cross his arms, frowning at the cop with a raised brow. Of course there was no back up plan or way to go about this without someone finding out if they didn’t take action before such things popped up. Sure, Scourge wouldn’t mind sabotaging Zonic’s career by making everything hard, but he had to limit himself at least till he was back on his own two feet. It sounded like fun to fuck with the cop, but it also sounded a little bit better that he allowed things to play out in a somewhat mellow way. He wasn’t about to give Zonic any peace of mind by being a obedient guest, pfft, nah. He was however, gonna push the cop’s buttons just enough to rattle him here and there.\n\nIt was something to really think about, but for now… he’d play along. \n\n“Wow, can’t believe you just told me all of that.” He said, in honest disbelief, but hey he sort of had a feeling this was actually how Zonic felt. “Unfortunate I guess that you acted on impulse, but hey… you’re a Sonic afterall and that’s what we do. Still, it was stupid of you. And it’ll probably be your stupidest decision yet.” He wouldn’t give zonic any comfort, quick to shut any of his seemingly thoughtful comments down. “If you hide me, you’ll have to bribe me real good to keep me quiet.” He snickered. Why not try pushing for more now? Of course he was expecting some outburst or to be told he should just be grateful… He wanted to hear some kind of opposition, he just lived for being provoked. \n\n“Ya know… It’s weird that you’d do this though… guess cause all of you blue losers can’t handle a little ‘injustice’ every so often. Tell me, how often do you fuck up and turn a blind eye… or are unable to help someone cause you’re incompetent or are powerless…? You’re no perfect hero… or cop… so it’s always nice to hear a little breakdown of character from guys like you. The sonic I had so much ‘fun’ with some time ago was always like that… fuckin quick to helping people out even when he could only do so little. Makes no sense why you waste so much time and effort on people… I’m a good example of ‘helping the enemy’. Did you expect me to praise you for getting me out of there? Do you want some kind of ‘good job bro’ speech? Honestly, I’m very ….” He paused and frowned more. Seeing that the other began to redden from his… rather odd statement. Scourge wasn’t really one to care much what people did in their own homes or what sexuality they were, but goddamn did that come out rather… different. He felt himself get a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was just a harmless joke, but the idea that Zonic was into men… worried him. \n\nFor obvious reasons, he didn’t want that kind of companion next to him at all times. What if Zonic got a bit too curious and...touchy? Was already bad enough the guy kept having to pick him up and move him around, what if it moved onto more than just that?? He felt worried but huffed, turning away from the other. “Suuuuuure”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic couldn't remember a moment where he'd ever hated hearing the truth out of someone else's mouth, as much as he did right now. This was the worst. Of course he'd given Scourge fuel to mock him, but that didn't change the fact that it was all true. All of it. He'd acted like an idiot. Childish. What -did- he expect from all this? A friend? The mere thought of him and Scourge being friends was laughable. And if he wasn't so completely mortified right now he may have even laughed.\n\nUnfortunately the only thing he was capable of feeling right was crushing embarrassment. \"Bribe you? I'll gag you and lock you up. Don't act like you have any power here.\" He grumbled, turning his burning red face away from Scourge, only to be confronted with his mirror image in the glass door. The sight of his own burning face startled him enough to make his ears turn back. He looked awful. Was this really what his face looked like right now. The next thought that sunk in with him was the fact that... Scourge probably didn't think too highly of his verbal blunder either.\n\nHe looked at the reflection of his prisoner, head turned away and seemingly frowning. \"Just so you know! I'm not into... I'm... I won't do anything to you. I'm a cop for chaos' sake. I didn't save you to do... things...like that! I don't even know...\" He was well aware how stupid he sounded. He was flustered. Had no actual idea what he was talking about. He'd never thought too closely about his sexuality either. He knew he wasn't attracted to Amy. But that didn't mean he wasn't into women at all, right? Or that he was into men for that matter. Or that he was a pervert. And in the first place his interest in sexual things had been pretty much nonexistent throughout his life. He'd seen some movies that Zector had insisted on watching over a drink or two... but if he remembered right it hadn't done much for him. He remembered feeling rather put off by the awful acting and the lack of a proper plot. Of course Zector had told him that plot was completely optional for this type of film but in the end it just made the whole thing a waste of time in Zonic's eyes.\n\nSo all in all... he couldn't say. He couldn't deny being into men, just as much as he couldn't deny being into women. He simply lacked the experience of being -into- someone altogether, gender completely aside.\n\nSo now he was talking himself into his own grave. And just when he was about to open his mouth to make his situation even worse he was saved by the doorbell. \"Oh, thank chaos.\" He muttered more to himself than to Scourge but still loudly enough to be heard. He was off the balcony and to his front door faster than the blink of an eye, taking a deep breath and looking at the little screen next to his door that showed who was waiting outside. To his relief it was just the food he ordered, so he happily opened the door, hoping his face had somewhat cooled down.\n\nOnce he held the ordered lunch in his hands however he knew he had to return to the balcony with it. Even worse. He had to feed Scourge. \"Ugh...\" he groaned. Inhale. Exhale. He could do this. How had it even turned out like this. He wasn't used to having someone to talk to so he just talked too much? This was the worst.\n\nEither way he stepped back on the balcony. He was not going to waste the food just because his face was red. He turned to the glass door and took a look at his reflection. Yep, still red... even his ears. \"Let's make a deal. We forget all about what just happened and I'll give you some Chilidogs in return.\" He grumbled and sat back down on the table. Thinking idly how he needed a second chair on his balcony now. \"Deal?\" He asked while pulling the first dog out of the bag, biting a big chunk out of it. It'd been awhile since he'd had these. But he was very quickly reminded why they were his favourite food.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]“Part of me doesn’t believe a thing you just said after being threatened to be ‘gagged’.” Scourge said flatly, but he was at a point where he was very sure that Zonic was incapable of doing shit like that. No, he -knew- Zonic wouldn’t, but his body reacted involuntarily… He didn’t say much else pertaining to that, just watching the other. He felt as though even zonic wasn’t sure what he wanted or what he was doing. It was sort of proven but there had to be something in that empty noggin of his. \n\nHe almost opened his mouth to say more, only to see that someone was at the door. With how red the cop got, Scourge had a feeling that Zonic was probably a raging virgin with no sense of his own damn identity. \n\n“He’s… an airhead…” He muttered to himself as he leaned back in his seat. He frowned, lip slightly bent upward as he thought about how different Zonic was when in uniform, when he was working and doing his job. The guy was oozing with confidence and authority when he’d come storming in with his fancy getup. The way he’d be firm with his voice, his actions quick without wasting any time. He was so much more strict with himself, lawful in just about everything he did, even down to the way he cleaned. But boy, he was pretty bad with small talk or just having a casual (or passive aggressive argument) conversation. This was a side he never thought he’d see revealed so soon. If he knew himself well enough, he knew he’d bottle all his faults and awkwardness up for no one to see, as Sonics seemed to put on a facade of ridiculous amounts of confidence and cockiness. \n\nHe felt his eye roll, not really liking this weird direction this was going… but his nose twitched, catching the scent of those oh so familiar delectables he loved so much. Chilidogs. He blinked, not paying attention to the cop as the was set down. He blinked, staring at the food and then frowned at Zonic. \n“You mean you want me to just toss your awkward ass moments under the rug just so I can eat? That’s a low blow…” He huffed but shrugged, not like this information was handled. “Sure, I guess. I don’t really give a shit, so gimme a dog already. I’m starving for these bad boys.” He licked his lips, staring at the display before him. Not like he couldn’t bring this up later on anyways…![/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic frowned at his ill-mannered prisoner. The tips of his ears were still bright red but at least his cheeks were slowly calming down. \"Very well.\" He mumbled. Obviously Scourge's promise to let the topic drop was not to be trusted, considering a little lie would get him their favourite food, but just for the moment Zonic didn't feel like arguing. This was an argument he couldn't win in the first place. He'd lost the second he blurted out something stupid.\n\nSo after stuffing the rest of his own chilidog into his mouth he pulled another out of the cheap paper bag. Feeding Scourge was still unnecessarily embarrassing after he'd just compared him to a secret lover. At least feeding him his favourite food felt like a proper apology to treating him awfully earlier... even though it had been necessary if he wanted to reach -some- kind of mutual understanding with the criminal.\n\nHe watched Scourge as he nearly inhaled the Chilidog. It didn't come as much of a surprise to him that the green Hedgehog had no table manners either. And as the first Chilidog was gone he fed him a second, without even asking first. There was no Sonic in existence who was full after just a single Chilidog. Obeying this strange cosmic rule of Sonics and Chilidogs he grabbed a second one for himself, too. \"How're your injuries today? Do you need more painkillers?\" he started again after a while of silent eating. \"Your ribs will probably take while to heal... and your leg as well... but the superficial injuries should be getting better pretty fast. Despite the inhibitor collar slowing the process down.\"\n\nSome part of him was still eager to race the criminal, but he knew he had to take off his collar for that, and that'd mean setting him free. Something he could absolutely not do. It was a real shame. So much of a shame that he lost his appetite at the thought. There were three chilidogs for both of them, Scourge would just have to eat four. Zonic was fairly sure the prisoner wouldn't mind and something about watching him eat his favourite food after months of prison trash, was strangely endearing. He just couldn't shake the feeling he was taming some wild dog. Except the taming wasn't going too well so far, but he'd grow into it... eventually. Or so he hoped. Unfortunately this dog had bite and brains enough to give him trouble.\n\nFor now he had to focus on playing the nurse, and not dying from worry once he had to go back to work. \"Starting tomorrow, by the way, you're sleeping on the couch. I suppose we both win there, because you will be closer to the kitchen and bathroom once you can move again and you can watch tv, and I get some peace and quiet for once. Zector and Zespio slept on the couch a few times and said it was more comfortable than their beds, so I bet it still beats a prison bed.\" He mused. The thought that it probably beat bunking with a violent potential rapist, remained unspoken. After all he still had no clear idea what had happened to Scourge in Zone Jail. And frankly... he wasn't too sure if he -wanted- to know. It'd only make him feel even more guilty for having to touch Scourge from time to time and that really felt bad enough already.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]The chili dog was even better than his meal from before. Scourge had bit down so quickly and so hard he was surprised he didn’t accidentally bite into Zonic’s fingers. From chewing too fast to nearly choking on a piece, scourge was just happy to have this meal at all. He wasn’t going to talk about how happy chilidogs made him, how the warmness of them and the scent just sent him back to better times when he was free. \n\nScourge paid no mind to Zonic, eating was all that mattered. He even moved forward a bit in his seat to get more of the chilidog. God, this was a typical meal for them but he was more than appreciative that THIS was what he was eating for right now. \n\n“Wha?” He said in between mouthfuls, only speaking up after his third one. “Eh... I’m fine, nurse.” He said and then licked his lips again. “Hmph... I mean I get that you’re a good guy or whatever, but you checking in on me is really fuckin weird... no matter what way I look at it,” he knew it was because The Sonic he was used to had moments like this as well. Moments where that kind hearted part would show, hoping to bring down the tension between them... ugh it was gross. He wanted the tension to remain, wanting them to just hate each other. Made it easier to get his way and not worry about someone else... someone else like Fiona. \n\nHe had that last chilidog, more than happy to chomp down on it. Once he was done, he let out a relaxed sigh, he was obviously really content now, not really paying attention to the other again. He heard couch, ears flickin towards Zonic. \n\n“Psh... sure I guess. Make me feel like a visitor for real then huh? Instead of VIP,” He snickered and yawned, his mouth needed to be cleaned. Licking his lips again he knew there was some he had missed... “I’ll love, cop. You seem so worried about shit that doesn’t concern you. I’m sure I’ll live.... couch or no couch it’s whatever.” It beat sleeping on bed coils... not like he’d put in that detail. \n\nYet again his tone sounded as though he was done talking, closing it down by turning away from the cop, hoping he’d leave again. Scourge remained on the balcony, he didn’t want to go back inside till it was a bit late at night. He was enjoying the outside, watching things go by, getting irritated by a rogue fly here and there, just soaking up what sun there was till it fell and the moon came out. He sighed, now ready to go inside again.\n\n“Hey dorkass, lemme in!”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic had gone back into the house to read, watch a little tv, drink tea, enjoy the rest of his free day. Scourge had been adamant about staying outside, and by now Zonic's guilty feeling had vanished. He felt like he'd properly made up for the morning's happenings.\n\nAnd he was so deep in his novel's world that he didn't even notice the sun setting. Scourge's muffled voice from the balcony startled him a little, ripping him out of his peaceful fictional world. With a sigh he submitted to his unfortunate fate of a less peaceful rest of the evening. And after he'd finished the page he closed the book, and hesitantly got up to fetch his prisoner.\n\n\"Finally got bored of fresh air?\" He asked tiredly, before carefully scooping Scourge up in his arms again. Holding the hedgehog he looked off into the distance. The No-Zone looked so peaceful at night but it was also a reminder that he had to work again in just a few hours. At least he'd gotten to relax a little today. With a small regretful sigh he turned his back to the scenery and carried Scourge back inside. Closing the sliding door with his foot.\n\nThe prisoner was placed back into the bed, all bedding freshly washed and dried, the faint smell of detergent in the air. Zonic pulled the blanket over Scourge. Right now the Hedgehog's fur just smelled like sun, but he decided to give -him- a wash too the next time he had some free time.\n\n\"I'm going to sleep now, so tell me now if you need anything. We'll start early tomorrow.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]It took a while but finally the cop opened the door to get him up. To be rendered immobile was such an embarrassment. He frowned, looking up at the other then turning away the moment he was picked up. In his logical mind this wasn’t that big of a deal, but the flinching still persisted. His hand involuntarily pushing lightly against Zonic’s chest to earn him some kind of space though not much. He looked down at the bed before being set down and raised a brow. \n\n“Didn’t you say I was gonna be on the couch? Pfft... you’re getting softer each and every time, Cop.” He tilted his head. “What’s that all about? Why ya actin like that? We’re not buddies or anything... honestly you should tell me why you did what you did. I wasn’t the only one being treated like shit in there.” He was actually curious, hoping for something that explained all of this. While outside he had time to think of his approach towards the blue hog, a way to communicate without being a total follower. He didn’t wanna sound like he was kissin ass but he wasn’t about to be too big of a dick. \n\nNot that he wanted to make Zonic feel comfortable with all this, Nah he wanted the cop to feel worried, wanted to make some kind of impact that caused the other to fear what could happen if he wasn’t careful. Sure tho, it’d be way easier to just act sweet and get away with shit later but that wasn’t his style. He had to be a dick at least one or twice a day. \n\nWhile waiting for an answer, scourge felt his body relax against the soft bed. As much as he wanted to interrogate, he was getting tired... sleepy from not doing shit all day, what a trip. He sighed, heavy eyes still locked on the blue cop.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic sighed, leaning against the doorframe again. \"Listening is not your strong suit I see. I said you're sleeping on the couch starting tomorrow.\" He explained before listening to Scourge's following questions. And again he couldn't help but admit that, yes, Scourge was right. They weren't buddies. And they'd never be. They didn't even remotely like each other. Scourge was the embodiment of everything Zonic worked against.\n\nBut here they were. And he was playing nice nurse, while being constantly insulted. But he knew his reasons. The question was: Did he want Scourge to know.\n\n\"I knew... everyone knows... that Zobotnik isn't playing nice. That he's neither following the law nor basic moral rules. Prisoners complain that he picks... 'favourites'. Usually special cases with too much ego for their own good.\" He gestured at Scourge. \"He uses guys like you as trophies. Breaks them down, and shows how docile they are as the result. Giving the Zone-Jail the reputation of being able to 'cure' the baddest of the bad.\"\n\nZonic sighed and went over to the bed again to sit down, leaning back on his hands. \"We know all this... and yet... we can't do anything to close the jail down. My superiors see only the results, lots of positive numbers, no jail-breaks, cured psychopaths, reformed criminals. And all that at the use of minimal guard numbers. And my colleagues don't care enough to push for revealing what's happening behind the scenes. And I did it, too. I'm still doing it. Turning a blind eye to what I know is wrong. But when I was inspecting the Jail I saw... on a screen... I saw these guys beating you, dragging you away... guards came in, looked, and kept walkin.\" He had his head tipped back, looking at the ceiling grimmly.\n\n\"I couldn't just act like I didn't see it... the first impulse was to get you out of there as soon as possible. I could have brought the issue to my superiors, could have gotten the jail closed down... or given it a change of management. Unfortunately court cases take too long to come to an end. It could have taken years to effectively change things... and looking at the state you're in, I doubt you'd have survived another month. You're right. You're not my buddy. But you're a Sonic. And you're a living, breathing, creature. And I've sworn to serve and protect... even if that sounds cheesy to someone like you. So I'm protecting you. And making sure that you heal properly is just part of the deal. Technically you are, right now, my responsibility, leaving your injuries untreated, allowing them to get worse and maybe infected would be culpable negligence.\" He explained gesturing at Scourge's countless bandages. In hindsight he figured it wasn't so bad to tell Scourge about all of this. There were more reasons of course. A lot of guilt was involved with how gently he treated the criminal. But Scourge didn't need to know -that- part.\n\nWith a small yawn he got up from the bed. \"Does that suffice as a bedtime story? Or did you need me to read you a fairytale, too?\" Zonic gave Scourge a tired grin before walking to the door again.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]“Like I wanna listen to you...” He muttered under his breath. He avoided eye contact after being called out but resumed to stare at Zonic with the same glare as before. He didn’t really think much about how he was being watched through cameras and such, stopped giving it too much thought since no one ever did anything. Part of him hoped that Zonic didn’t notice how wide his eyes had gotten when he mentioned that moment, being dragged off and... \n\n“You didn’t... see that...” he huffed in almost a hushed tone. He gritted his teeth and turned from Zonic. Embarrassing, a very shameful thing no one besides him and the violators were only to see, it wasn’t suppose to be something everyone in the fuckin building was suppose to know. He hated that... all this time some pervert could’ve been jackin off to his assault, gettin a ride out of each time it happened. Scourges hands shook as they formed right fists, he was so angry, embarrassed and ready to kill just about every last person in that hellhole. \n\nHis breathing was fast but still a bit ragged, he didn’t say much else after that, not thinking much about how Zonic actually stood up for him but how he turned away from it all as well... for how long?? How long did every lawman in that building, cop or superior of the prison, know about these things and just allow it?? No amount of remorse in Zonic’s voice reached Scourges ears, he just felt rage. \n\nIf he could, he’d strangle the fuck outta the cop right now. He’d stab him, just anything to eliminate the light from his eyes. He tried to sit up, ignoring the pain in his ribs, the small crackling noises from moving more than he should. He glared daggers at Zonic, baring his teeth even more than before.\n\n“So you just... you just let it happen?? You just sat back like it was a Saturday morning drama and watched?! How often?? Enough to get your rocks off and what??” He yelled, his ears laid flat against his head, spines raising. He tried moving his legs, the lame one was useless but he attempted to drag himself to Zonic if he had to. Someone was gonna pay for this. “You!! Saying you stand up for all justice yet you’re just like them! You think you’re so much better cause you helped one shitbag like me cause you just so /happened/ to see me..!!” He stopped himself, he refused to call it what it was. “Why aren’t you doing more?! You call yourself a cop??” \n\nScourge was bent forward, keeping himself up with his arm placed on the bed and the other pulling the lame leg with him. He couldn’t move anymore. So angry it didn’t matter how much it hurt but he was at his limit. He huffed again, lowering his head, it was embarrassing. The worst kind of shame he’d ever felt, he hated that it happened, that only now after however many times, now someone did something. He couldn’t see the bed below him, his nose suddenly stopped up. He coughed and laid his head down, god he felt like the lowest of the low... never had he ever been so humiliated like this. \n\n“Get... get out.”[/color]\n\n[center][b]TBC...[/b][/center]\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"CHAPTER V
Scourge swore that he could see the moment when the situation finally hit. The fact that Zonic was just spewing out his thoughts like this said quite a lot. Nah, this idiot didn’t think this through at all. There was no plan and hey, that’s a trait they all shared. Act first, think later, it was more common in Sonic than they cared to admit. Scourge couldn’t believe that zonic was actually admitting all this in front of him, giving him fuel that he could better use against him later… Well, if he really wanted to that is, but The damn cop was doing him a favor… and he was on thin ice with going back to that hell hole… and he was being pampered, patched up, fed and washed… all without having to work for it.
Scourge leaned back, watching Zonic word vomit all over the place about how this was actually a terrible idea and how it was pretty much their little secret. He managed to cross his arms, frowning at the cop with a raised brow. Of course there was no back up plan or way to go about this without someone finding out if they didn’t take action before such things popped up. Sure, Scourge wouldn’t mind sabotaging Zonic’s career by making everything hard, but he had to limit himself at least till he was back on his own two feet. It sounded like fun to fuck with the cop, but it also sounded a little bit better that he allowed things to play out in a somewhat mellow way. He wasn’t about to give Zonic any peace of mind by being a obedient guest, pfft, nah. He was however, gonna push the cop’s buttons just enough to rattle him here and there.
It was something to really think about, but for now… he’d play along.
“Wow, can’t believe you just told me all of that.” He said, in honest disbelief, but hey he sort of had a feeling this was actually how Zonic felt. “Unfortunate I guess that you acted on impulse, but hey… you’re a Sonic afterall and that’s what we do. Still, it was stupid of you. And it’ll probably be your stupidest decision yet.” He wouldn’t give zonic any comfort, quick to shut any of his seemingly thoughtful comments down. “If you hide me, you’ll have to bribe me real good to keep me quiet.” He snickered. Why not try pushing for more now? Of course he was expecting some outburst or to be told he should just be grateful… He wanted to hear some kind of opposition, he just lived for being provoked.
“Ya know… It’s weird that you’d do this though… guess cause all of you blue losers can’t handle a little ‘injustice’ every so often. Tell me, how often do you fuck up and turn a blind eye… or are unable to help someone cause you’re incompetent or are powerless…? You’re no perfect hero… or cop… so it’s always nice to hear a little breakdown of character from guys like you. The sonic I had so much ‘fun’ with some time ago was always like that… fuckin quick to helping people out even when he could only do so little. Makes no sense why you waste so much time and effort on people… I’m a good example of ‘helping the enemy’. Did you expect me to praise you for getting me out of there? Do you want some kind of ‘good job bro’ speech? Honestly, I’m very ….” He paused and frowned more. Seeing that the other began to redden from his… rather odd statement. Scourge wasn’t really one to care much what people did in their own homes or what sexuality they were, but goddamn did that come out rather… different. He felt himself get a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was just a harmless joke, but the idea that Zonic was into men… worried him.
For obvious reasons, he didn’t want that kind of companion next to him at all times. What if Zonic got a bit too curious and...touchy? Was already bad enough the guy kept having to pick him up and move him around, what if it moved onto more than just that?? He felt worried but huffed, turning away from the other. “Suuuuuure”
Zonic couldn't remember a moment where he'd ever hated hearing the truth out of someone else's mouth, as much as he did right now. This was the worst. Of course he'd given Scourge fuel to mock him, but that didn't change the fact that it was all true. All of it. He'd acted like an idiot. Childish. What -did- he expect from all this? A friend? The mere thought of him and Scourge being friends was laughable. And if he wasn't so completely mortified right now he may have even laughed.
Unfortunately the only thing he was capable of feeling right was crushing embarrassment. "Bribe you? I'll gag you and lock you up. Don't act like you have any power here." He grumbled, turning his burning red face away from Scourge, only to be confronted with his mirror image in the glass door. The sight of his own burning face startled him enough to make his ears turn back. He looked awful. Was this really what his face looked like right now. The next thought that sunk in with him was the fact that... Scourge probably didn't think too highly of his verbal blunder either.
He looked at the reflection of his prisoner, head turned away and seemingly frowning. "Just so you know! I'm not into... I'm... I won't do anything to you. I'm a cop for chaos' sake. I didn't save you to do... things...like that! I don't even know..." He was well aware how stupid he sounded. He was flustered. Had no actual idea what he was talking about. He'd never thought too closely about his sexuality either. He knew he wasn't attracted to Amy. But that didn't mean he wasn't into women at all, right? Or that he was into men for that matter. Or that he was a pervert. And in the first place his interest in sexual things had been pretty much nonexistent throughout his life. He'd seen some movies that Zector had insisted on watching over a drink or two... but if he remembered right it hadn't done much for him. He remembered feeling rather put off by the awful acting and the lack of a proper plot. Of course Zector had told him that plot was completely optional for this type of film but in the end it just made the whole thing a waste of time in Zonic's eyes.
So all in all... he couldn't say. He couldn't deny being into men, just as much as he couldn't deny being into women. He simply lacked the experience of being -into- someone altogether, gender completely aside.
So now he was talking himself into his own grave. And just when he was about to open his mouth to make his situation even worse he was saved by the doorbell. "Oh, thank chaos." He muttered more to himself than to Scourge but still loudly enough to be heard. He was off the balcony and to his front door faster than the blink of an eye, taking a deep breath and looking at the little screen next to his door that showed who was waiting outside. To his relief it was just the food he ordered, so he happily opened the door, hoping his face had somewhat cooled down.
Once he held the ordered lunch in his hands however he knew he had to return to the balcony with it. Even worse. He had to feed Scourge. "Ugh..." he groaned. Inhale. Exhale. He could do this. How had it even turned out like this. He wasn't used to having someone to talk to so he just talked too much? This was the worst.
Either way he stepped back on the balcony. He was not going to waste the food just because his face was red. He turned to the glass door and took a look at his reflection. Yep, still red... even his ears. "Let's make a deal. We forget all about what just happened and I'll give you some Chilidogs in return." He grumbled and sat back down on the table. Thinking idly how he needed a second chair on his balcony now. "Deal?" He asked while pulling the first dog out of the bag, biting a big chunk out of it. It'd been awhile since he'd had these. But he was very quickly reminded why they were his favourite food.
“Part of me doesn’t believe a thing you just said after being threatened to be ‘gagged’.” Scourge said flatly, but he was at a point where he was very sure that Zonic was incapable of doing shit like that. No, he -knew- Zonic wouldn’t, but his body reacted involuntarily… He didn’t say much else pertaining to that, just watching the other. He felt as though even zonic wasn’t sure what he wanted or what he was doing. It was sort of proven but there had to be something in that empty noggin of his.
He almost opened his mouth to say more, only to see that someone was at the door. With how red the cop got, Scourge had a feeling that Zonic was probably a raging virgin with no sense of his own damn identity.
“He’s… an airhead…” He muttered to himself as he leaned back in his seat. He frowned, lip slightly bent upward as he thought about how different Zonic was when in uniform, when he was working and doing his job. The guy was oozing with confidence and authority when he’d come storming in with his fancy getup. The way he’d be firm with his voice, his actions quick without wasting any time. He was so much more strict with himself, lawful in just about everything he did, even down to the way he cleaned. But boy, he was pretty bad with small talk or just having a casual (or passive aggressive argument) conversation. This was a side he never thought he’d see revealed so soon. If he knew himself well enough, he knew he’d bottle all his faults and awkwardness up for no one to see, as Sonics seemed to put on a facade of ridiculous amounts of confidence and cockiness.
He felt his eye roll, not really liking this weird direction this was going… but his nose twitched, catching the scent of those oh so familiar delectables he loved so much. Chilidogs. He blinked, not paying attention to the cop as the was set down. He blinked, staring at the food and then frowned at Zonic.
“You mean you want me to just toss your awkward ass moments under the rug just so I can eat? That’s a low blow…” He huffed but shrugged, not like this information was handled. “Sure, I guess. I don’t really give a shit, so gimme a dog already. I’m starving for these bad boys.” He licked his lips, staring at the display before him. Not like he couldn’t bring this up later on anyways…!
Zonic frowned at his ill-mannered prisoner. The tips of his ears were still bright red but at least his cheeks were slowly calming down. "Very well." He mumbled. Obviously Scourge's promise to let the topic drop was not to be trusted, considering a little lie would get him their favourite food, but just for the moment Zonic didn't feel like arguing. This was an argument he couldn't win in the first place. He'd lost the second he blurted out something stupid.
So after stuffing the rest of his own chilidog into his mouth he pulled another out of the cheap paper bag. Feeding Scourge was still unnecessarily embarrassing after he'd just compared him to a secret lover. At least feeding him his favourite food felt like a proper apology to treating him awfully earlier... even though it had been necessary if he wanted to reach -some- kind of mutual understanding with the criminal.
He watched Scourge as he nearly inhaled the Chilidog. It didn't come as much of a surprise to him that the green Hedgehog had no table manners either. And as the first Chilidog was gone he fed him a second, without even asking first. There was no Sonic in existence who was full after just a single Chilidog. Obeying this strange cosmic rule of Sonics and Chilidogs he grabbed a second one for himself, too. "How're your injuries today? Do you need more painkillers?" he started again after a while of silent eating. "Your ribs will probably take while to heal... and your leg as well... but the superficial injuries should be getting better pretty fast. Despite the inhibitor collar slowing the process down."
Some part of him was still eager to race the criminal, but he knew he had to take off his collar for that, and that'd mean setting him free. Something he could absolutely not do. It was a real shame. So much of a shame that he lost his appetite at the thought. There were three chilidogs for both of them, Scourge would just have to eat four. Zonic was fairly sure the prisoner wouldn't mind and something about watching him eat his favourite food after months of prison trash, was strangely endearing. He just couldn't shake the feeling he was taming some wild dog. Except the taming wasn't going too well so far, but he'd grow into it... eventually. Or so he hoped. Unfortunately this dog had bite and brains enough to give him trouble.
For now he had to focus on playing the nurse, and not dying from worry once he had to go back to work. "Starting tomorrow, by the way, you're sleeping on the couch. I suppose we both win there, because you will be closer to the kitchen and bathroom once you can move again and you can watch tv, and I get some peace and quiet for once. Zector and Zespio slept on the couch a few times and said it was more comfortable than their beds, so I bet it still beats a prison bed." He mused. The thought that it probably beat bunking with a violent potential rapist, remained unspoken. After all he still had no clear idea what had happened to Scourge in Zone Jail. And frankly... he wasn't too sure if he -wanted- to know. It'd only make him feel even more guilty for having to touch Scourge from time to time and that really felt bad enough already.
The chili dog was even better than his meal from before. Scourge had bit down so quickly and so hard he was surprised he didn’t accidentally bite into Zonic’s fingers. From chewing too fast to nearly choking on a piece, scourge was just happy to have this meal at all. He wasn’t going to talk about how happy chilidogs made him, how the warmness of them and the scent just sent him back to better times when he was free.
Scourge paid no mind to Zonic, eating was all that mattered. He even moved forward a bit in his seat to get more of the chilidog. God, this was a typical meal for them but he was more than appreciative that THIS was what he was eating for right now.
“Wha?” He said in between mouthfuls, only speaking up after his third one. “Eh... I’m fine, nurse.” He said and then licked his lips again. “Hmph... I mean I get that you’re a good guy or whatever, but you checking in on me is really fuckin weird... no matter what way I look at it,” he knew it was because The Sonic he was used to had moments like this as well. Moments where that kind hearted part would show, hoping to bring down the tension between them... ugh it was gross. He wanted the tension to remain, wanting them to just hate each other. Made it easier to get his way and not worry about someone else... someone else like Fiona.
He had that last chilidog, more than happy to chomp down on it. Once he was done, he let out a relaxed sigh, he was obviously really content now, not really paying attention to the other again. He heard couch, ears flickin towards Zonic.
“Psh... sure I guess. Make me feel like a visitor for real then huh? Instead of VIP,” He snickered and yawned, his mouth needed to be cleaned. Licking his lips again he knew there was some he had missed... “I’ll love, cop. You seem so worried about shit that doesn’t concern you. I’m sure I’ll live.... couch or no couch it’s whatever.” It beat sleeping on bed coils... not like he’d put in that detail.
Yet again his tone sounded as though he was done talking, closing it down by turning away from the cop, hoping he’d leave again. Scourge remained on the balcony, he didn’t want to go back inside till it was a bit late at night. He was enjoying the outside, watching things go by, getting irritated by a rogue fly here and there, just soaking up what sun there was till it fell and the moon came out. He sighed, now ready to go inside again.
“Hey dorkass, lemme in!”
Zonic had gone back into the house to read, watch a little tv, drink tea, enjoy the rest of his free day. Scourge had been adamant about staying outside, and by now Zonic's guilty feeling had vanished. He felt like he'd properly made up for the morning's happenings.
And he was so deep in his novel's world that he didn't even notice the sun setting. Scourge's muffled voice from the balcony startled him a little, ripping him out of his peaceful fictional world. With a sigh he submitted to his unfortunate fate of a less peaceful rest of the evening. And after he'd finished the page he closed the book, and hesitantly got up to fetch his prisoner.
"Finally got bored of fresh air?" He asked tiredly, before carefully scooping Scourge up in his arms again. Holding the hedgehog he looked off into the distance. The No-Zone looked so peaceful at night but it was also a reminder that he had to work again in just a few hours. At least he'd gotten to relax a little today. With a small regretful sigh he turned his back to the scenery and carried Scourge back inside. Closing the sliding door with his foot.
The prisoner was placed back into the bed, all bedding freshly washed and dried, the faint smell of detergent in the air. Zonic pulled the blanket over Scourge. Right now the Hedgehog's fur just smelled like sun, but he decided to give -him- a wash too the next time he had some free time.
"I'm going to sleep now, so tell me now if you need anything. We'll start early tomorrow."
It took a while but finally the cop opened the door to get him up. To be rendered immobile was such an embarrassment. He frowned, looking up at the other then turning away the moment he was picked up. In his logical mind this wasn’t that big of a deal, but the flinching still persisted. His hand involuntarily pushing lightly against Zonic’s chest to earn him some kind of space though not much. He looked down at the bed before being set down and raised a brow.
“Didn’t you say I was gonna be on the couch? Pfft... you’re getting softer each and every time, Cop.” He tilted his head. “What’s that all about? Why ya actin like that? We’re not buddies or anything... honestly you should tell me why you did what you did. I wasn’t the only one being treated like shit in there.” He was actually curious, hoping for something that explained all of this. While outside he had time to think of his approach towards the blue hog, a way to communicate without being a total follower. He didn’t wanna sound like he was kissin ass but he wasn’t about to be too big of a dick.
Not that he wanted to make Zonic feel comfortable with all this, Nah he wanted the cop to feel worried, wanted to make some kind of impact that caused the other to fear what could happen if he wasn’t careful. Sure tho, it’d be way easier to just act sweet and get away with shit later but that wasn’t his style. He had to be a dick at least one or twice a day.
While waiting for an answer, scourge felt his body relax against the soft bed. As much as he wanted to interrogate, he was getting tired... sleepy from not doing shit all day, what a trip. He sighed, heavy eyes still locked on the blue cop.
Zonic sighed, leaning against the doorframe again. "Listening is not your strong suit I see. I said you're sleeping on the couch starting tomorrow." He explained before listening to Scourge's following questions. And again he couldn't help but admit that, yes, Scourge was right. They weren't buddies. And they'd never be. They didn't even remotely like each other. Scourge was the embodiment of everything Zonic worked against.
But here they were. And he was playing nice nurse, while being constantly insulted. But he knew his reasons. The question was: Did he want Scourge to know.
"I knew... everyone knows... that Zobotnik isn't playing nice. That he's neither following the law nor basic moral rules. Prisoners complain that he picks... 'favourites'. Usually special cases with too much ego for their own good." He gestured at Scourge. "He uses guys like you as trophies. Breaks them down, and shows how docile they are as the result. Giving the Zone-Jail the reputation of being able to 'cure' the baddest of the bad."
Zonic sighed and went over to the bed again to sit down, leaning back on his hands. "We know all this... and yet... we can't do anything to close the jail down. My superiors see only the results, lots of positive numbers, no jail-breaks, cured psychopaths, reformed criminals. And all that at the use of minimal guard numbers. And my colleagues don't care enough to push for revealing what's happening behind the scenes. And I did it, too. I'm still doing it. Turning a blind eye to what I know is wrong. But when I was inspecting the Jail I saw... on a screen... I saw these guys beating you, dragging you away... guards came in, looked, and kept walkin." He had his head tipped back, looking at the ceiling grimmly.
"I couldn't just act like I didn't see it... the first impulse was to get you out of there as soon as possible. I could have brought the issue to my superiors, could have gotten the jail closed down... or given it a change of management. Unfortunately court cases take too long to come to an end. It could have taken years to effectively change things... and looking at the state you're in, I doubt you'd have survived another month. You're right. You're not my buddy. But you're a Sonic. And you're a living, breathing, creature. And I've sworn to serve and protect... even if that sounds cheesy to someone like you. So I'm protecting you. And making sure that you heal properly is just part of the deal. Technically you are, right now, my responsibility, leaving your injuries untreated, allowing them to get worse and maybe infected would be culpable negligence." He explained gesturing at Scourge's countless bandages. In hindsight he figured it wasn't so bad to tell Scourge about all of this. There were more reasons of course. A lot of guilt was involved with how gently he treated the criminal. But Scourge didn't need to know -that- part.
With a small yawn he got up from the bed. "Does that suffice as a bedtime story? Or did you need me to read you a fairytale, too?" Zonic gave Scourge a tired grin before walking to the door again.
“Like I wanna listen to you...” He muttered under his breath. He avoided eye contact after being called out but resumed to stare at Zonic with the same glare as before. He didn’t really think much about how he was being watched through cameras and such, stopped giving it too much thought since no one ever did anything. Part of him hoped that Zonic didn’t notice how wide his eyes had gotten when he mentioned that moment, being dragged off and...
“You didn’t... see that...” he huffed in almost a hushed tone. He gritted his teeth and turned from Zonic. Embarrassing, a very shameful thing no one besides him and the violators were only to see, it wasn’t suppose to be something everyone in the fuckin building was suppose to know. He hated that... all this time some pervert could’ve been jackin off to his assault, gettin a ride out of each time it happened. Scourges hands shook as they formed right fists, he was so angry, embarrassed and ready to kill just about every last person in that hellhole.
His breathing was fast but still a bit ragged, he didn’t say much else after that, not thinking much about how Zonic actually stood up for him but how he turned away from it all as well... for how long?? How long did every lawman in that building, cop or superior of the prison, know about these things and just allow it?? No amount of remorse in Zonic’s voice reached Scourges ears, he just felt rage.
If he could, he’d strangle the fuck outta the cop right now. He’d stab him, just anything to eliminate the light from his eyes. He tried to sit up, ignoring the pain in his ribs, the small crackling noises from moving more than he should. He glared daggers at Zonic, baring his teeth even more than before.
“So you just... you just let it happen?? You just sat back like it was a Saturday morning drama and watched?! How often?? Enough to get your rocks off and what??” He yelled, his ears laid flat against his head, spines raising. He tried moving his legs, the lame one was useless but he attempted to drag himself to Zonic if he had to. Someone was gonna pay for this. “You!! Saying you stand up for all justice yet you’re just like them! You think you’re so much better cause you helped one shitbag like me cause you just so /happened/ to see me..!!” He stopped himself, he refused to call it what it was. “Why aren’t you doing more?! You call yourself a cop??”
Scourge was bent forward, keeping himself up with his arm placed on the bed and the other pulling the lame leg with him. He couldn’t move anymore. So angry it didn’t matter how much it hurt but he was at his limit. He huffed again, lowering his head, it was embarrassing. The worst kind of shame he’d ever felt, he hated that it happened, that only now after however many times, now someone did something. He couldn’t see the bed below him, his nose suddenly stopped up. He coughed and laid his head down, god he felt like the lowest of the low... never had he ever been so humiliated like this.
“Get... get out.”
TBC...
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