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Next chapter will be entirely Sonic's POV and will be the last part of this story!", "writing": "[center][b][u]Just One Bad Day: Chapter 2[/u][/b][/center]\n\n[b][u]Shadow's POV[/u][/b]\n\nThe last three months of my pregnancy in prison pretty much passed by like that.\nI'd trade my body for things I might need during most days while I tried to read up on how to take care of a child and where my baby would end up if it were to be taken away from me during my free time.\nThe other prisoners were still leaving me mostly alone out of fear and because they'd just look weak if they were to assault someone who was preggers, not to mention my new reputation as a crazy person made them reluctant to approach me aswell. Though the occasional childish bullying wasn't out of the question.\nBut my time here came to an end.\nWhen the contractions came, I was brought to the nearest hospital.\nI was cuffed to a bed with two police officers on each side of the door. The doctor and nurses caring for me wore this friendly façade, but I could see the secret disdain they felt for me, the gossiping behind my back.\nAnd worse yet, the plans they made.\nHere I was, a year after being convicted, traumatised, scarred, pregnant and with little sanity to spare. After all those vengeful convicts had done to me, the torture, the beating, rape, prostituting, beating, breaking me down, I had no selfworth left. No pride, no dignity, self-esteem completely destroyed.\nBut I wouldn't stop fighting.\nThis child, this being growing in my womb for the past nine months, was all I had left. These people were making preparations to take that same child away and put it in an orphanage, up for adoption or thrown in foster care.\nI won't allow it. My baby was all that kept me from breaking completely. The last of my sanity, my very will to live, was tied to the baby. The sole reason I've been holding onto to this thin line of hope is so that I may take care of it myself.\nIf I am to give birth here, if I allow them to take it away, I'll be put back in prison and will only receive a few days of respite before being thrown back into the main population and inevitably have a repeat of what happened the past year, except this time I will spend 24/7 wondering what's become of my first child.\nI won't allow it. This time, things will go my way.\nChecking if anyone was watching, I looked for anything I could use to my advantage. My eyes fell on a paperclip stuck to a clipboard hanging at the footend of the bed. Looking around once more, I began to concentrate on the paperclip.\nMy powers were taken from me by these enhanced inhibitor rings clamped around my wrists, but someone's powers weren't affected by the rings.\nYes, just last month I had begun to notice things happening when I got too emotional. Things in the room moved, people hurting me began to choke and all I had to do was think about it. There were only small bouts of these moments and they lasted very shortly. But when they were available, I could control it and make things move so long as I concentrated.\nI hated to take advantage of my baby like this, but it was necessary for our escape.\nSo concentrating on the paperclip, the thing began to shake before being flung onto the ground. Thankfully the papers were still held together by the clipboard, so they didn't fall and draw anyone's attention.\nI took a breather for the baby's sake before turning my attention back to the paperclip after making sure no one was watching. The paperclip slid over to the bed like someone was pulling at it with a string until it reached my bedside.\nI took another long breather and let another contraction pass through me, riding it with renewed strength. There was still no one looking my way so I levitated the paperclip up on the bed and in my left hand. I let a smile pass on my lips, knowing that I was a step closer to our escape.\nThis would be the last time I'd use those powers. The next time they'd be used is when the baby will discover them and develope them on his own with only my advice, without my body and Chaos Energy used as a conductor.\nI straightened the clip and used it to uncuf my left hand. Within seconds it was free and so I turned my attention to my right wrist. Next I uncuffed both of my legs and finally I had some more freedom to work with.\nMaking sure no one was threatening to enter my room, I produced a scalpel. I had come prepared for this moment, a plan having been forming since the first step I took inside this place. Using skills Rouge herself once taught me, I managed to lift a scalpel off of a passing doctor, who had been transporting a whole trolley filled with medical tools just recently cleaned.\nFor this next step, I had to take a deep breath and calm myself.\nMy heart beat fiercely against my sternum and adrenaline was about to be pumped through my system, anticipating what I was about to do. I had to stay calm, had to keep my hand still.\nI blocked the door with a chair and found myself a mirror to place in front of me on the bed and lifted my hospital robe. Another set of nerves set in to plague me and I stroked my belly, trying to soothe the child in there. It was like it could sense something other than labour was about to happen.\nI almost felt guilty for doing this, but I had to. A normal birth was out of the question. That would only tire me out, give them a chance to sedate me as soon as the baby was born and generally take too much time.\nThis would take half an hour tops. And with my medical knowledge, this should work out for both of us.\nBut just as I brought the scalpel closer to my lower belly, my water broke and caught me off guard.\n\"Oh Chaos.\" I muttered and bit down on my lower lip at the strange sensation. My water breaking managed to relief me a little and I hoped to use it to my advantage.\nOnce again I had to calm myself down before bringing the scalpel closer to my abdomen again.\nThere was no turning back.\nI began to cut.\nFirst through the three layers of skin. I took a moment to breath and compose myself as tears gathered in my eyes, pain shooting through my system. I hadn't had as much as an epidural, I was doing this completely sober.\nI was through the skin and so went for the muscle tissue next. I tried to keep my body straight as I cut through, a whine of pain leaving me as the tears began to stream down my face.\nChaos, this hurts, but I had to keep going. If I didn't do this, if I didn't continue, they'd take my child away and I refuse to let that happen. No one was going to take this child away from me!\nMy lips parted in a silent scream as I finally cut through, even more blood was spilled and soaked everything, my hands, the bed, my lower body and the mirror I was using.\nI had to cover the large cut as something came spilling out already. Because of my position and gravity, my womb came peeking out. The sight scared me and I could just barely keep myself from panicking and doing something I'd regret.\nI began to sob and cry. The police outside figured that it was because I knew what was about to happen, so they didn't bother to check up on me. Still, I had to quiet down. The pain and fear of having my body in this state, though I did it to myself, made me dangle over the edge of calm and complete hysteria.\nOnce more I gathered my courage and let my teeth clench on eachother as I continued to cut into my womb next, careful not to harm the child inside.\nWhen I could finally reach inside and pull the child out of my own body, everything was a mess. The bed was covered in blood, the mirror had small spatters on it and I was a complete mess of blood, sweat and tears.\nBut I didn't care, because I was holding my child.\nIt was bloody, so I couldn't make out its fur, but I could see that it was a boy. And though it was a wolf and not a hedgehog like I had hoped, I still instantly fell in love with him. He was moving, he had ten fingers and ten toes, a tail, he was so small and so perfect.\nHe wasn't crying yet, though. I hadn't cut the umbilical cord yet and had only just begun to clean his airways. If he cried, he would draw attention, so I had to cover up this wound first.\nTo my horror I realised that I hadn't thought of a needle or thread. In my hurry to escape I had neglected to think of two of the most essential materials for a surgery.\nWith what little strength I had left I tore the sheet and used it to cover up my wound, bandaging it up to be sewn closed later. I was the Ultimate Lifeform and pretty much immortal, surely I'd survive this.\nWith urgency I cut the umbilical cord next and the boy began to cry almost immediatly, drawing attention as soon as his first cries reached the ears of the police officers right outside the door.\n\"Shadow Robotnik? Shadow Robotnik, open that door!\" Realising they couldn't open the door, their fists started banging on the surface. They sounded urgent. They attempted to break the door down to get to us, but the chair proved to be quite the obstacle.\nShakingly I managed to get up from the bed. I was using the pillowcase and clean rips of the bedsheet to make a baby sling to carry the newborn in. I walked over to the window and noticed that we were just a bit too high up to jump out. Looks like I'll have to face the authorities head-on after all.\nI pulled the chair away and jumped back as they practically came stumbling inside. They stared at me in shock. Never would they have imagine to see a scene like this one.\n\"You! What did you do?!\" The doctor asked from over the police's shoulder.\n\"I improvised.\" I said and lunged forward, using their shocked trance to my advantage.\nMy stamina was low, my strength zero to nothing, I had lost alot of blood and felt incredibly faint, but I would be damned if I screwed this up.\nWith determination and will I haven't felt in a long time, I lunged forward with cold motivation and punched the first guard in the throat, right where the larynx lied, and caused him to fall to his knees, gasping and grasping for his throat as he immediatly began to cough up blood. That particular spot was one of the body's vital points, a dangerous place to be hit.\nHis partner looked on in shock as the first one fell down, felled with one punch. When he looked back at me it was already too late. Scalpel in hand, I jumped towards him and buried the thing in his throat, piercing his windpipe with accuracy before ripping his taser from his belt and tasing the doctor behind him.\nAs the two fell down, I left the room, the nurses jumping away as they did not dare stand in my way. Good.\nThese people were only doing their jobs and I know that. But one thing prison has taught me is that it's all or nothing. If I give it my all, I will escape. Any less will lead to me losing my child and being thrown back behind bars.\nIf that happens, I will once again be the victim of their vengeance and the next time I will have another opportunity like this is when I will give birth to my second child and like hell I will let that happen. I will escape and no one will stop me.\nI avoided as many people as I could while I wandered the halls, trying to find a locker room. I found one and laid my sleeping infant to rest on the bench in the baby sling while I quickly broke people's lockers open by picking the lock and finally found someone with roughly the same size as me and dressed out of the hospital robe to pull his/hers uniform and white coat aswell sneakers on, pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.\nI pulled the baby sling back on and craddled my child once more, smiling as the boy slept within. I peeked out the door and made sure the coast was clear before slipping out.\nThe whole hospital was in an uproar as news of my attempted escape spread fast. They're probably calling the authorities as we speak. I started to wonder how long it will take for them to arrive. Heck, since it's me who's escaping, they're probably contacting Sonic first.\nIf that's the case, I will have to work faster.\nI found a stairwell and jogged down the steps to the garage floor, planning on carjacking the first vehicle with a carseat.\nAs soon as I arrived and set a foot in the garage, I was suddenly punched in my gut, where it truly hurt. I gasped as I fell to my knees and hunched over, arms wrapped around my infant.\nI heard the sound of a gun being loaded and looked up to see a police officer aiming his gun at me. He was purposely aiming at some place to slow me down instead of going for the kill since I've seriously injured two other cops already. But he didn't want to possibly hurt the baby, so he aimed for one of my ankles. With how close he was standing to me, there was no way he could miss.\n\"Mr. Robotnik, this is the end of the line. For you and your baby's sake, surrender now.\" The officer demanded, stubbornly keeping his aim.\nI had to take a breather before I could do anything.\n\"For my sake? Don't make me laugh.\" I wheezed before jumping up and pushing his gun out of aim before jamming the taser in his gut in one swift move.\nThe policeman fell to the ground as his body trembled awfully. He could only watch as I ran towards the nearest car and checked it for a carseat before going on to the next one, continuing until I found one with a carseat strapped to the front passenger seat.\nI picked the lock, once again courtesy of Rouge, and carefully strapped my newborn securely in the carseat. I got in the driver's seat and started up the car just as the cop was struggling to get back on his feet. I didn't give him the time to possibly aim and shoot as I backed into him before driving off, surely giving him a few broken ribs.\nI could already taste sweet victory as I drove through the barrier and into the hospital's parkinglot. On my way out, however, I couldn't help but pass the Blue Blur himself.\nMy ex-husband's eyes and mine couldn't help but meet for one split second on the way out. Shocked emeralds stared into the fiery rubies he once adored, now grown cold.\n\n\"I know, I know, I'm so sorry.\" I told the crying newborn as I picked him up from the bed and carried him to the bathroom, where a bathtub filled with warm water not even halfway was waiting for him.\nIt was already evening and the poor thing hadn't even been cleaned yet, blood and whatever else was still stuck to his fur.\nI carefully lowered the crying infant into the water and, though his crying did not cease, I gentle cleaned his fur. In no time, I could make out his colours. He was a black wolf with splashes of dark and light blue and different shades of grey mixed into his fur. His eyes were amber coloured, a real joy to look into.\nNow that he was clean, I dried the infant while the water drained from the bathtub and walked back into the bedroom with him wrapped warmly in a towel in my arms and sat down on the footend of the bed.\nThe boy was still crying and I knew why, he was starving. So I pulled my still blood soaked shirt off and held my child up to my chest. I was an hermaphrodite, I had gotten pregnant in a natural way and would've given birth in a natural way, so of course I'm going to feed it naturally too.\nAfter a little bit of urging and encouraging, the wolf boy began to suckle on my left nipple and I could only sigh in relief, happy that this worked out. There were occassions in which babies couldn't be persuaded to drink their mother's milk, fortunatly that didn't seem to be the case here.\nI allowed him to suckle his stomach full, enjoying the odd feeling myself, before I held him upright and helped him burp. Afterwards I cradled him back to sleep before laying him to sleep on the bed.\nI watched him sleep for a little while in amazement. He was so wonderful. So small, so handsome. He would turn out to be quite the strapping young man in the future, I'm sure.\nWithout a doubt my pimp was his father, but that mattered little to me. I was a mother and he was my son. This wonderful feeling was so overwhelming! And we were both free.\nWell, not exactly. I was a fugitive and in the eyes of the law I have kidnapped my own son. It was a twisted thought. Where ever they planned on dropping my son off, I had supposedly kidnapped him from there. It didn't matter to me that kidnapping had been added to my growing list of criminal offenses, what bothered me was the fact that they have the audacity to claim that they had any right over my son.\nSpeaking of which.\nI turned my attention away from my slumbering son and sat on the footend of the bed as I turned the tv on. This was my only way of staying updated on the manhunt I was certain was still going on.\nSo while I listened to the tv I took care of something that's been killing me for hours now.\nThe gaping wound from my self-inflicted cesarean was still wide open. Though the hospital sheet had done an exellent job at keeping me from bleeding to death, I had fainted when I first arrived here in the motel three hours ago. I had just managed to place my baby boy safely on the bed before I black out to wake up two hours and a half later.\nLast time I had looked into the mirror I was looking incredibly pale and I have been feeling on the edge of passing out again, so it was about time I sew myself closed.\nSo I pulled my pants down, I wasn't fortunate enough to find any underwear during my escape, and pulled a bowl with water and cloth closer aswell as a small box I managed to steal from the motel owner containing a needle and thread. It wasn't medical thread, but I'm sure I'll survive.\nI untied the blood soaked sheet and pulled it away from me to let it fall down to the ground. The wound was an ugly thing to look at, I had a small mirror perched on my lap to make it possible for me to see, and I cringed as it hadn't exactly been a clean cut because of how much my hand had been shaking. Next I took the needle and pushed the thread through the eye before taking a deep breath and starting the task at hand. First I had to sew my womb closed.\n\"It's now been five hours since the alleged escape of a dangerous criminal shortly after he was transported to the Westopolis General Hospital. Like many feared the escaped convict has been confirmed to be the mass murderer, Shadow the Hedgehog.\" The news reporter, an auburn haired human woman in her thirties, announced.\nBetween my winces and cringes, I took a moment to glare at her and huff in mockery.\n\"You'd think they'd at least get my name right if they really fear me as much as she claims.\" I huffed before going back to my original task of trying to close up my own uterus. It was difficult as I was as sober now as I was when I had cut myself open, not one single anesthetic was present in my system.\n\"Damn...\" I gasped as the stinging of the needle hurt, though it had been nothing compared to the cutting. I could survive this.\nWith a small pair of scissors I cut the thread and took a small breather before starting on muscle tissue and skin.\nOn the tv they continued to show my mugshot on tv and talked to several police officers, wanting to stay updated on the manhunt. Seems like they found the car I had dumped underneath a bridge before I found this motel to stay at for tonight and restore some of my lost energy.\nSonic was shown on tv too and I had taken a moment to look at him, a familiar aching in my chest making itself known as I looked into his eyes, but he had repeatedly responded that he had no comment, so the camera was quickly taken off of him.\nI was just about to go back to my task when I the news reporter dropped a bombshell on me.\n\"This was just in. Apparently Shadow the Hedgehog has been seen to escape with a newborn wolf cub. The police has confirmed that the cub had been taken from its mother and was used as leverage in his escape. If anyone has any clue of this wolf cub's whereabouts, you can call the number shown on the screen down below. We have yet to get a hold of the cub's distraught parents.\"\nIn a fit of rage, I had taken the mirror and thrown it against the tv, successfully destroying its screen.\n\"The cub's distraught parents?! His only living parent is right here! He's sewing his womb closed because he pulled the thing out of there himself!\" I yelled at the top of my lungs in anger, the temper I had spend months to control prior to prison returned with vengeance.\nHow dare they? How dare they?! This boy was all that I had left and they denied even that bond?!\n\"You damn human, telling the world such terrible lies! The whole world will believe that my baby isn't mine! Do you know how messed up that is?!\" I continued to shout, though no one could hear me.\nThe baby's crying is what cools me down.\n\"Oh, I'm sorry, baby.\" I apologised to the child as I carefully picked the boy up and held him in my arms, cradling him.\nMy shouting had woken him up. Oh, I never meant to make him cry.\nSlowly the boy calmed down and settled in my arms again. I smiled and felt proud for being able to calm him.\n\"What am I getting myself so worked up for? You're my son and the only one who needs to know is you.\" I realised and softly planted a kiss on his forehead before laying him to rest on the bed again.\nI finished tending to my wound and disinfected it before bandaging it and joining my baby in bed, taking the infant in my arms. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.\n\nI was awoken more than once during the course of the night because my baby boy cried for milk, but when morning came, it was something completely different that woke me up. It was movement next to me, like someone was softly pulling something away from me.\nIt didn't take me long to figure out that someone was trying to pull my baby out of my weak hold and my eyes snapped open in an instant.\nA police woman was standing over me, looking down at me in shock. Her hands were on my child as she had been trying to pick the child up without rousing me.\n\"What're you doing?\" I asked her, my eyes wide in equal shock, though I already knew the answer.\nThe woman wasn't the only cop present in my motel room. There were several of them, both human and mobian, and they were all armed.\nI had threatened the motel owner when he had recognised me and had been about to call the authorities. He had looked terrified of me at first, but it looks like he didn't heed to my warning after all.\nI should've known better. Of course that fool would take a risk and called the police anyway. In prison people were scared enough to heed to my threat even if I was pregnant. Just knowing I was a few cells down from theirs was enough. Outside it seems I'll have to do a bit more than throw threats and warnings around.\n\"Shadow Robotnik, freeze and place your hands on your head.\" One of the armed men told me, causing me to look at him.\nMy attention being shifted away from the woman gave her the chance she needed to pull the baby out of my arms.\n\"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!\" I asked her as my head snapped back around to face her. The woman stepped away from the bed to keep the child safely away from me, causing me to jump off the bed to go after her, but I was stopped as my arms and spikes were grabbed and I was dragged from the bed and held down on the floor.\nMy hands were held behind my back and they wanted to cuff them, but I wasn't about to let that happen. And certainly not when that woman moved to leave the room with my child.\n\"Get off!\" I shouted, trying to struggle out of their grip. I wanted to follow that woman. I wanted to take my child back. He's supposed to stay with me, his real mother!\nWith the agility that I've always been known to have, I kicked the feet of the two police officers holding me down from under them and managed to get up and run after her. A colleague of theirs tried to stop, but I grabbed the taser I brought alone and jammed the thing right into his ribs, causing his body to jerk and fall down to the floor.\n\"Get back here!\" I yelled as I ran after the woman, but winced when I felt my stitches being pulled on.\nDamn. I will never be able to chase her like this.\nSo why not shorten the journey?\nInstead of following her down the stairs, I jumped over the railing instead. Thankfully it wasn't all too high so I ended up with a minor pain in my ankles upon landing.\nThe police woman came to a stop in front of me in shock, my newborn crying in her arms.\n\"Hand me back my baby. Now!\" I demanded, blocking her way. One way or another, she was going to give him back to me.\nOf course, she wasn't going to do it. In her eyes I was a danger to the baby. She had been tasked with keeping him safe from me and wasn't about to just give him.\nIf I wanted him, than I'd have to take him from her cold dead hands.\nI could see it in her eyes. The fire. I used to have that same fire in my eyes when it came to protecting Mobius before it was extinguished. It'd be a shame to do the same to her.\n\"Last warning, human. Give me back my boy.\" I growled, taking a step forward, ignoring the ache that slowly faded away in my ankles.\n\"Whatever they told you, that child is mine. And now that I'm no longer behind bars, I have every right to raise him myself.\" I told her, trying to convince her to give him back to me.\n\"Mr. Robotnik, I can assure you the child will have a good life.\" She tried to convince me back, she was holding my son so protectively against her bosom, but I wouldn't have any of it.\nI didn't sit on my ass in prison and did nothing. Before I got the bright idea to escape, I've done research on babies of prisoners.\nUsually the children went to the family of the prisoner, except I didn't have one. Well, there's Ivo, but no one in their right mind would deliver a child to him. Naturally, that meant adoption and foster homes were their only options.\nI've read about children who end up in those sort of situations. Some of them end up well, but they are also more likely to end up on the wrong path.\nI refuse to give birth to this boy and let them take him to such a fate only to reunite with him again in prison.\n\"Shadow Robotnik, freeze now!\" A male's voice rung out from above and I could see the human I had tazed hanging sluggishly over the railing, glaring down on me in anger.\nI let the tazer buzz in my hand for a moment, just for the comfort of feeling it in my hand. I wasn't planning on using it on her. Whatever shock I administer to her, the baby will feel it too. She knows that aswell as I do. I would have to take him back first.\n\"You can't escape anymore Robotnik, just give up or we have the right to use force!\" I heard the click of a gun being loaded, a sound I was very well familiar with by now, but the woman looked up to him for just one short second.\nThat was all I needed.\nLunging forward, I grabbed my son from her arms, the woman not willing to do too much in fear of harming him, and jammed the taser in her gut.\nI used up the rest of the battery on her before running off and leaving her passed out on the ground.\nIt had felt good to taze her like that. A small prize for her attempting to take my son away from me.\nJust like I had suspected, they weren't going to shoot me with a newborn in my arms. They weren't even sure how to handle a situation such as this.\nI used this to my advantage as I pushed past another duo of cops, kicking one of them in the groin and the other I tripped by kicking his feet from under him. I ran past them and heard other cops starting to follow me.\nAs two more appeared in front of me I realised that practically the whole police force was present to stop me. That's how much of a threat I appear to be in their eyes.\nI came to a sudden stop and held my baby protectively against my chest. My stitches were burning, my shirt and pants becoming bloody as they tore because of my running.\n\"No.... No.... No....\" I repeat as I look around and witnessed them surrounding me, guns aiming at any part of me without endangering the baby. My heart begins to pound and my breathing becomes shallow and quick.\nThey had me surrounded. Their guns were aimed at me. They were going to hurt me. They were going to take my child away. They were going to send me back to the penitentiary.\nPanic spreads through my system, flashes of those prisoners appearing in front of my mind's eye. I don't want to go back. I can't, I won't survive. Their touching, their words, they still burn.\nAs do my enhanced inhibitor rings, Chaos Energy boiling underneath my skin, dying to release a Chaos Blast similar to when I attacked those former G.U.N agents.\n\"Shadow Robotnik, you're under arrest.\" Suddenly a cop stands in front of me, looking down at me without emotion as he reached for my child, using careful and slow movement to take him from me without startling me.\nHe was going to take him away. My child, my only, my whole world.\n\"No... No.... No... No!\" I yelled as I snatched his gun from his holster and shot him point blank in the face between the eyes, his lifeless body falling down to the ground.\n\nThe rest was kind of a blur afterwards.\nIt's like I've passed out, blacked out while my body just kept going, my mind and heart on fire with terrible thoughts and memories, panic spreading.\nAnd when I wake up I find myself in the cargo hold of a train, sitting against the wall with my sleeping child in my arms. Blood covers me, not just my own, and I feel sedated, spend.\n\"What did I do?\" I muttered, wondering out loud as I somewhat wake up from my numb state.\nA glimpse outside tells me that the sun is already setting again.\nChaos, how many hours have I been out?\nA whine reached my ears and I look down at my baby to find him waking up. He must be so starved. I don't think he's eaten since this early morning. I should feed him, he won't have to starve for a minute longer.\nI adjusted my shirt until one of my arms were free and the left side of my chest was exposed. I held him steady as he began to suckle, finally getting to satisfy his hunger. His tiny fist gripped my chest fur as he suckled.\nMy fingers stroked through his soft fur as I let him fill his stomach. Whatever I might've done today, no matter how bad I've snapped, he was calming me down.\n\"I'm sorry you had to go through that.\" I apologised as I stroked his cheek with the back of my fingers.\nHe had no idea what had transpired today, he was completely ignorant.\nThe wolf cub let go once his hunger was satiated and I helped him burp to relief some pressure. I held him in my arms again and watched him fall asleep again. He was so peaceful. Watching him sleep calmed my troubled heart. Whatever occured while I was out of it, though the blood on my clothing told a whole story, it didn't seem like any of that mattered now.\nBut as I looked down at my son and noticed how bloody his towel was, knowing that he was just fine, I had to get my hands on something clean. I needed some clean clothes too.\nSo I stood up, seeking support with the wall after leaving my son to lie there on the floor as I might need both hands, and looked around. I wanted to determine where I could find some clean stuff, but how on Mobius was I supposed to find all that I needed on a train?\n\"You're him, aren't you? That mass murderer?\" A voice suddenly rang out from the growing darkness in the train cart, the sun creating long shadows. I looked towards the source and saw someone crawl from behind a stack of boxes.\nIt was a chameleon, a forest green one. He looked like I hadn't bathed in weeks and wore tattered clothing.\n\"There's no reason to deny it. Mobians have a much harder time blending in, unlike humans.\" The stowaway said, a smile present on his muzzle.\n\"If you tell anyone where I'm headed or which train I took-\"\n\"Threats won't work on me. I've lost everything, I have nothing more to live for. If you threaten my life, I will simply dare you to do it.\" He cut me off, making it clear that threats won't do.\n\"Than what? Is it money you're after? Because I don't have a single dime on me.\" I replied, but the chameleon shook his head.\n\"People are talking all over the news about the baby you've stolen, but it isn't stolent, isn't it? If it was, how could you nurse it?\" This guy had been watching me nurse my infant from the shadows?\nThe man chuckled at how creeped out I felt.\n\"If it makes you feel any better, best boob I've seen in a while.\" He smiled at me in such a creepily lewd way that I felt like covering up, though I've made myself decent again already.\nHe had watched me nurse, meaning he's seen my chest. It wasn't like I was actually growing breasts, but my chest was sensitive and swollen. Just for the time being, as long as the boy was still breastfed. It wasn't noticeable when I wore clothes or with my chest fur, but a trained eye would definitely spot a difference, especially when that chest fur had to be moved away to feed a baby.\nThis pervert had noticed and loved to use it as a taunt.\n\"Anyway back to the point. You came out of jail knocked up, meaning you must've really been around the block in there.\" The chameleon said as he stepped closer, invading my personal space.\n\"Are you calling me a whore?\" I don't know why I would be upset. He was right. I'm pretty sure I've let close to every convict in that facility bang me at least once, or a little more than half of them at least. It's only because of the miracle that is my immortal body that I never got sick.\n\"You see, I haven't had company in a while. I'm lonely and I bet you are too without all of that attention you used to have. So I'm thinking, why won't we spend the night together, huh? Just you and me. Missionary under the covers or doggy style, doesn't matter so long as we're together. And afterwards we can cuddle the rest of the ride away, keep the kid warm.\" He offered, placing a hand on my lower back.\nI frowned. In jail, after I had taken charge of myself, I had been the one to decide when my client could touch me or not. This man was just doing it, like we were together or something.\n\"I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to call out to the nearest person and tell them that one of the stowaways in here is a murdering psychopath, but I will keep my mouth shut if you welcome me inside.\" He didn't even stop the lewd smirk from appearing.\n\"I'm a mass murderer and presumably a serial killer, not to mention that my body looks like that of a fifteen year old. Who in their right mind would want to sleep with me knowing that?\" I asked, trying to keep my growling down for now as I glared up at him.\n\"What can I say? You're turning me on.\" His lips plunged onto mine and I froze up, fists clenching.\nThe only ones to have ever put their lips on mine were Sonic and Leon. None of my clients were allowed to do that. Not one of them.\nThe chameleon stumbled backwards after I had punched him square in the jaw. He chuckled as he rubbed that sore spot.\n\"I'd thought I'd give you the choice, but you don't get to be a tease.\" He lunged for me with a velocity that was surprising for a man like him and his hands wrapped around my throat in such an incredibly strong grip, like a much too narrow metal collar being hooked around it.\nImmediatly my airways were cut off as my young and light body was lifted up in the air and I began to panic, the knowledge of how to defend myself suddenly forgotten as a rush of unpleasant memories came back to me.\nI couldn't even as much as wheeze with his hands trying to choke the life out of me. My hands started clawing at his, trying to get free, trying to breath.\nChaos, I hated this. This wasn't the first time I was being strangled. In prison they found it to be a nice way of knocking me out. They'd choke me with their bare hands just like now until my body grew limp only for me to wake up Chaos knows where in Chaos knows what kind of position after Chaos knows how many had taken advantage of my unconcious body.\nI hated this the most. I never knew what happened. I can't lose conciousness now, I have a son to think off!\nAs if able to sense my distress, the wolf cub began to cry, seemingly spooked by something.\nMy eyes shifted over to him as the kicking of my legs grew weaker, my hold on the man's hands loosened, my vision grew darker and my son's crying more distant.\nWhen my arms fell to my side and movement ceased was when he decided I wouldn't be able to form a threat anymore. So he let me go and I fell down in a boneless heap on the floor, gasping and panting.\nMy body couldn't move as I was rolled onto my back and the bloodied surgery pants pulled off of my lower body, soon to be followed by my shoes.\n\"Oh, I've always loved the young ones.\" He stated, eyes glued to my feminine gender. He didn't even seem to mind the poorly treated wound on my lower abdomen.\nMy body wouldn't listen as the green shirt was lifted and the man leant down to the right side of my chest and wrapped his lips around my nipple, effectively suckling on it and getting me to lactate. It doesn't feel as nearly pleasant as when my newborn does it.\n'It's happening again. I'm going to be raped again.' I realised as I stared up to the ceiling, tears silently sliding down my cheeks.\nThe chameleon has already taken his erection out when I regain feeling and control over my body and take a knife I can't even remember putting in the pocket of the white coat and stabbed his side with it.\nI hear him scream in agony as he rolls off of me. It sounds like music to me ears. I retracted the knife only to sit up and plunge it into his chest.\nI knew the anatomy of the human and mobian body like the back of my hand. I knew where to stab in order to kill someone in less than half a minute, but I wanted him to hurt, wanted him to die slowly and painfully, wanted him to suffer for adding to my nightmares.\nSeventeen times. That's how many times I had stabbed him.\nI could only sit here in the corner with my son in my arms as I try to console him, yet to actually pull my clothes back on, looking over at the carnage I've turned that mobian's body into.\nSuddenly I'm scared.\nA year ago I had been filled with terror upon discovering that I had killed seventeen people. Seven months later I kill three mobsters. The day of my son's birth, a day that is supposed to be filled with joy, I'm pretty sure that guy I punched in the throat didn't survive that torn larynx and windpipe. Today I've killed another cop and now this guy.\nThat's a total of twenty-three people, maybe even more if I've killed anyone during that black out.\nI feel repulsed. The need to vomit is threatening to rise and I can just barely keep it down.\nIs this really the mother I want my son to have? He'd be better off in a foster home than with me.\n\"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise.\" I apologised as I kissed his sleeping forehead, chest growing heavy.\n\"Oh Chaos, what am I doing.\" A hand goes for my chest as it feels constricted the more the weight of my actions come plummeting down on me. My even breathing turns into short shallow breaths.\nI don't want to be this person. I hate this person! This isn't what I was created to be. This isn't the person Maria wanted me to be! Chaos, Sonic, what have I let myself become? Someone needs to stop me.\nThis is who I am now, but this isn't who I wanted to be.\n\n[i]\"Tomorrow is going to be perfect, Shad. I'll get to see you in that white tux, I get to hear you say 'I do', we'll have one big celebration waiting for us. And when we get home, we'll have a whole night of passion ahead of us.\" Hands on my lower back pulled me closer.[/i]\n\"Sonikku...\"\n[i]\"You know what would be great, Shad? A baby!\"\n\"A baby?\"\n\"Yeah! A little you or me that'll be growing right in here. Something that is truly ours!\" Hands settle on my lower abdomen as I'm hugged from behind.[/i]\n\"I'm sorry, Sonikku...\"\n[i]\"Shad, you look so sad.\"\n\"Dissapointed is more like it.\"\nHe stays silent.\n\"This isn't how I wanted my life to play out. This isn't the person I wanted to be. I'm horrible.\"\n\"Prison?\"\n\"No, I think it started a year ago. When I.... And then those prisoners....\"\n\"You're hurting. You're scared.\"\n\"I've done such unforgivable things. I have a child I can't possibly take care off like this. I've actually considered giving myself to a... And all those people in prison... And all when I had promised to stay yours, when I had always claimed that I would never be so liberal with my body.\"\n\"I need help. I need someone to stop me. I hate what I'm becoming, but I can't crawl out of this hole I've thrown myslf into. I thought escaping from that place, that facility, would make things right again.\"\nHe smiles sorrowful at me.\n\"You know what they say, right? When you've hit rockbottom, the only way left to go is up.\"[/i]\n\"Sonikku...\"\nThe train coming to a halt is what wakes me up, just as exhausted as the day before I wake up on the floor, curled up around my infant.\nMy nights were usually filled with nightmares, flashbacks, faces of the people who's lives I've taken and the shadows of regret and sorrow swallowing me up.\nBut last night I've dreamt about Sonic.\nEven though he was my ex-husband and even though he had shattered what remained of my heart the day his lawyer came by to deliver the divorce papers, I dreamt of him.\nI believed I was done with him, but unconciously I was still holding onto him. It's been a year since I've last seen him and, yet, my mind conjured him up as a source of comfort the night I was hanging over the edge again, threatening to break once more.\nIt made me realise just how much I miss him. I was convinced he had been banished from my mind, but that was clearly a lie to me.\n\"I wonder what he'd say about you.\" I stated out loud as I gazed at my sleeping boy, stroking his cheek with my fingers.\nI feel guilty now that I have realised that I still hold Sonic close in my heart. I feel like I've cheated on him. The first few months in prison I was raped more than once on a near daily basis before turning to Leon in order to survive. But after Leon passed away and I kept on prostituting myself, though I was already divorced, made me feel like I had cheated on him all the same.\nI sighed. I wanted to start a new life. Thinking about Sonic wouldn't get me anywhere.\nThough I do find myself thinking back to the moment our eyes met for a split second.\nDespites the drowsiness, I sat up, leaving the wolf cub to lie there for a moment, and pulled my underwear, pants and shoes back on. Lastly I wiped my cheeks dry as they had tear stains.\nI picked my infant up carefully and, placing him in the baby sling I had made out of sheets I found inside one of the crates, looked through a small window to see that we were arriving in a desert like place.\nI feel a bit nervous as I've never been this far out into Mobius. I don't know which train I've taken, so I don't know where to go next. This is completely unknown territory to me. Yet, I decided that this would be my stop.\nAs soon as the train came to a stop, I jumped off, stumbling lightly. I buttoned up the white coat to hide the blood soaking my clothes, the towel around the baby had been replaced by a white blanket, and readjusted my glasses and took a look around. My eyes fell on a train station restaurant and on cue my stomach began to rumble.\nI haven't eaten ever since the morning I left prison. It's been nearly two days since I've eaten. I can easily go a little longer without food, but that could mean I might possibly run dry. I can't have that happen while nursing such a young infant.\nSo I decided to enter, finding myself a table in the corner somewhat concealed from most people around. Thankfully it was morning, so there weren't alot of people present. It was a bit of a dusty place.\nA waitress came to my table and took my order and left. I ordered a simple plate of pancakes, one of the cravings I had never been able to fullfill in prison, and coffee, which I quickly changed to decaf as I remembered that I can't drink caffeine just yet. She came back nearly immediatly with a cup of coffee. I thanked her and took a long overdue sip.\nIt took a little while, but my pancakes came and I downed them quickly. I wanted to take the time to savour them, but I felt paranoid about staying here for too long. Without a doubt they must've figured out I've long left the city behind me, my picture must've been send all over the place by now. I was expecting the police to show up at any moment now.\nBut I didn't know when I'd have another chance at eating my stomach full, so I made use of the opportunity and asked for a few refills. I was reliefed to have my stomach finally full and sat back for just a moment to let it sit a little before I excused myself to the bathroom with the excuse that it was close to feeding time for the baby and I would've liked a bit of privacy.\nUpon coming into the bathroom, I noticed that it was empty and so made a quick scan of the place. This was a joined bathroom. There were urinals, stalls, sinks, mirrors and a window. And wouldn't you know it, the window is big enough for a slender fifteen year old mobian with a newborn to escape through.\nI don't have a single penny on me, so escape was my only option.\nI approached the blurred window and looked for any way to open it. I found a small latch and soon lifted the bottom half up. I took a look behind me and listened for anyone threatening to come in, but nothing indicated I might be caught.\nSo I sat on the window sill and threw my leggs over the sill and slid off, my feet soon touching solid ground. No one saw me leave and so I had escaped once more.\n\nI was paranoid about staying in this dusty town for long, so it didn't take long before I left. Not before quickly and succesfully shoplifting from a clothing store. I had to finally get rid of that doctor's uniform.\nNow I was wearing a simple dark top, jeans and sneakers. It wasn't much protection against the heat, but I was more worried about my baby.\nBut he fared well. Shielded from the sun at all times, the boy made it through hour after hour we wandered through this desert because my stupid ass read the map wrong. I finally found out where I was and found a map to map out a way to my next location, but I had been in a hurry to leave, having already spend too much time in this place, and so must've gotten it wrong.\nI've taken a bottle of water with me, I didn't think the journey from one town to the next would take this long, but it's been hours already. The midday sun is high in the sky, my black fur was making life hell for me, my water was nearly empty and I'm in the middle of nowhere.\nI panted after gulping down the last of my water. I held a hand up to provide shade for my eyes as I looked around.\nMy eye sight was blurry, but I could see nothing but more dirt and sand around. No houses, not even a shack to be seen in the distance, there was this dirt road I have been following, but there was not a single sign of a town nearby.\nStupid, stupid, stupid, how could I be so stupid?! I can't afford to make mistakes. Especially not with a baby in my arms.\nI sat down on a rock standing near the road and panted, a hand rubbing my sore shins.\nIt was too hot. Much, much too hot.\nI looked down in the baby sling and noticed that the boy was still asleep. He seems to be in a light sleep right now, ignorant of the predicament we're in. I was spend from all the hours of walking in this heat, but I have to keep going for his sake.\nI pushed myself up to stand, but suddenly dizziness overcame me and I stumbled before tumbling down to my knees. It became black before my eyes and I passed out.\n\n\"You think he'll be okay?\"\n\"Don't worry, Dear, that sunburn will be over in a flash!\"\n\"And what about the baby?\"\n\"The baby is quite the active little thing, he's just fine.\"\nIn my half unconcious state I hear voices speak. There are about three different ones. A soft womanly one and two younger ones. A mother and her children?\nI wake up slowly and it takes a while before I can open my eyes. When I do, my eyes meet with a dark ceiling. I'm in a dark room. There's only one candle to light it, probably to serve as a nightlight or something.\nThere's a wet cloth on my forehead and a bowl not far away from me which contained the water. I was lying on a very thin mattress and I didn't wear a single piece of clothing, not even my glasses as they lie on the floor next to the mattress. I didn't question it, my skin felt sensitive and raw underneath my fur and the covers. I heard the woman say that I had a sunburn, so that must be why my clothes had been removed. My case must've been pretty bad.\nWeakly I lifted my head and the thin blanket to notice that the bandage covering my lower body has been changed.\n\"Hey, you're awake.\" The woman noticed as she glanced over to me, our eyes meeting through the doorway\nShe was a human woman, slightly pudgy, short curly brown hair, a set of blue eyes. She had this motherly look to her.\nMy wolf boy was in her arms, happily salivating on a toy.\nThe woman noticed I was staring at him and stood up to walk into the room and knelt next to me, showing him to me.\n\"You have nothing to worry about. He's just fine.\" She told me with a smile reassuringly.\n\"Tha-\" I wanted to reply, but my dry throat couldn't allow me to say a thing.\n\"Here.\" The woman said as she handed me a glass of water. I took it gratefully and drank it empty in one gulp, panting and gasping once it was all gone. The cool liquid was welcome as it cured my dry throat.\n\"Thank you.\" I told her, looking up to her. I noticed that she had a baby of her own in a baby sling on her back. A little girl. She looked like she was about eight months old. Her other three children are in the other room, trying, and failing, to look into the room inconspicuously. Two boys and a girl.\n\"Now that you're awake, do you want to hold him?\" The human woman asked, refering to my son.\nI nodded and she handed him to me as I sat up, placing my wolf boy in my arms. His amber eyes stared back at me as he keeps sucking and salivating on the toy he held.\n\"He's a strong little boy. My husband found you in the middle of the desert. You looked dead to him, but you had a crying child on your chest, so he decided to take you two along with him.\" The woman explained, watching us with a soft gaze. With four children, I can imagine the man to have a soft spot for kids.\n\"Where is he now?\" I asked, I would've liked to thank him.\n\"He's out working. You've slep the rest of the day and the whole night away, he didn't have the chance of greeting you.\" The woman replied. Seems like I'll have to wait.\nWith a huff I lied back down again, holding my boy on my chest. My baby was just fine, for now that was all that mattered to me.\n\"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Alice. The two boys are named James and Jason, twins. And the little girls are Marie and Ally.\" The woman introduced all five of them with a smile.\n\"I'm Shadow.\" I simply responded.\n\"What's the boy's name?\" I was asked and I stroked the child's head so softly.\nI hadn't actually thought of a name yet, deciding to take all the time I would need to think it through once I had found a place to settle down at.\n\"Lucan. That's what I'm going to name my boy.\" I decided with a smile, my finger stroking his cheek as he yawned.\n\nIt doesn't seem like news of my crimes had reached this community as I was allowed to stay at their small, humble abode. There were now eight people living in here, me and my baby included. This little home of theirs wasn't enough for this many people, food for them was scarce too, but somehow I had my own room, providing me and my baby some privacy.\nThey shared their home, food and allowed me to use what little money they had to buy clothes and other essentials for Lucan. I was so grateful for their generosity.\nThe woman's name was Alice and she, having four kids for her own, taught me a thing or two about taking care of infants. I had been so set on raising my son and also read quite a few books on the subject matter in prison when on a 'day off' from my work, but reading couldn't quite prepare me as much as experience could. So Alice, believing that I was no older than fifteen, eagerly showed me the ropes.\nShe taught me all sorts of do's and don'ts. Alternating between feeding sides regularly, I had been using mainly my left side until now, efficient ways to lull a boy to sleep and tips on coping with the sleep deprivation and all sorts of other stuff.\nHer husband's name was Tom and I didn't get to see him often. He always left early in the morning before I woke up and only returned late at night just in time to eat some dinner and put the kids to bed.\nTom collected scrap that people usually deemed useless and tried to make something with them to try and sell it later on.\nHe was also human, one who was already turning grey. he had this tough exterior going on, but around his family he'd always melt.\nTheir four children were absolute dears. They were wild and rambunctious, but they also had a sweet side. Much like with their youngest sibling, they couldn't help but fawn over Lucan aswell.\nThey were such a lovely family. Their everlasting kindness and hospitality warmed the heart that's been broken and cold for over a year now. After spending one week with them, learning so much and witnessing their kindness with not a hint of prejudice, I felt myself heal a little inside. Though the damage has already been done and the scars would forever stay, I can still appreciate this family and savour their kindred intentions towards me. They touched me in a way my son couldn't quite do.\nSo once my sunburn healed and Lucan and I managed to recover some strength, I decided to get a job.\nIt didn't need to be anything elaborate. Just a simple job. Maybe a bartender, waiter, a cashier, heck, maybe even a housekeeper. Anything would do.\nThe family paid for a doctor's visit to get my cesarean wound finally properly taken care off and gave me another three week down time, but I could finally go out and search for a decent job that didn't require me to do anything obscene. It was a great excuse to explore the village I would call home from now on too.\nBut as another week passes and then another and another with nothing but rejections, I knew this wasn't going to be easy.\n\nDissapointed I walked back home. This would be the so maniest employer who turned me down because of how young I look and because I have an infant waiting for me at home. Those two facts were a big turn off for future bosses, so they would rather not hire me.\nBars, stores, heck the local authorities. No one would take me. Probably because I'd be too much trouble.\nWith a heavy heart I returned to the family who had taken me in. I wish I could stop freeloading off of them. They already had so little, I didn't want to take anything more of them. I wanted to stand on my own.\nAt least I will have comfort in knowing that my boy is waiting for me to come back. I can't wait to hold him in my arms again.\nSomeone had other plans for me.\nI yelped as I was suddenly dragged into a nearby alley, my right arm held behind me while a hand held a knife up against my throat.\n\"My, my, why is something as young and pretty as you doing out here all alone when it's night out?\" The voice of my attacker asks, his breath smelled and hit my fur. With Sonic that feeling had been lovely, with Leon it was a warm lie, but here it just felt creepy.\n\"What do you want?\" I asked, not struggling just yet.\n\"You've been dragged into an alleyway in the night, what do you think I want from you?\" The man, an echidna I think, stated in a mocking tone. His hand releases my arm, believing the knife to be enough of a threat, and travels downward to my front. It settles between my legs to grope my gender.\n\"Oh no, you won't!\" I shout as I elbowed the guy in the gut and took his knife from him in one swift move, turning the weapon on him instead.\n\"H-Hey, hey! Take it easy on me, okay? H-Here! I have some money, you'll accept that, right?\" The echidna said as he took his wallet in fear and handed me all the cash inside.\nMy hand shook as it held the knife. I was angry. Just like the hobo on the train, this guy had attempted to take advantage of me aswell, just like so many other men this past year.\nIt disgusted me.\nBut at the same time, I don't want this anger anymore. I've already killed so many people, some innocent. I don't want to kill anymore of them.\nSo I just took the money instead, taking a deep breath and convincing my unruly temper that taking the money and going home like this was the best option. It might've been a bit unorthodox, but I finally had some money to save up.\n\"I'm letting you go for now. But if I hear about you attacking someone else, I will hunt you down. I can promise you that.\" I warned him, growling. The echidna nodded feverishly before running off, spooked by someone who he perceived to be no older than fifteen.\nI took a deep breath once more and stuffed the money away in my pockets as I tried to calm myself down with deep breaths. Along with the anger there had been fear. I'm glad I have been able to avoid being hurt once more. And this time without taking another life.\n\"Hey, what was that all about? You bullying someone?\" A voice asked as someone approached me from somewhere behind me. But as I turned around to face him, I noticed two more people following him. They looked like trouble.\n\"Hey! I'm not done talking to you yet!\" The man yelled as I tried to walk away and grabbed me by my top to pull me back.\n\"Let me go!\" I demanded as I tried to pull myself free, but each time I managed to get loose, he would just grab hold of something else.\n\"No, not before you hand over the money you stole and go to the cops, you little prick!\" The man grabbed my arm in such a tight grip that it would surely leave a nasty bruise later.\n\"Yeah, what the fuck was that all about?\" One of the other two asked as they formed a little circle around me.\nOh, I see what's going on here. They didn't see that echidna trying to get into my pants. They only saw the part in which I swung that knife around and got all that money shoved into my hands. These men believed I had been robbing the guy.\n\"It doesn't matter, just let me go!\" I was too tired for this. I didn't want anymore trouble, I just want to go home.\n\"Like hell we w-\"\nI put an end to his sentence by ripping myself free from his grip and throwing him to the ground and pinning him with his arm behind his back, making him wince.\n\"Now, I'll give you two choices. Either you and you're buddies attempt to make a stupid move and I'll break your arm or you can do the wise thing and walk away right now.\" I growled as I kept the man pinned. His two friends took a few steps back, not having expected me to be able to pull such a move.\nIf only I had been able to do this in prison instead of being caught off guard by a handful of soap in my face, tied up in my sleep or overwhelmed by number and dirty tricks.\nThe two men left the alley and waited for me to let their friend go. I relented and got up and off of my captive, who quickly got to his feet before running towards his friends. They ran away and left me alone, deciding to play the hero some other time.\nI checked if the money was still safe in my pocket before moving to leave the alleyway, but once more I was stopped.\n\"That's quite the strength a small body such as yours possesses.\"\nI groaned in annoyance. Why can't I just be left alone so I can return to my son? I'm dying to hold him.\nI turned around to face the darkness of the alley again and found myself to be face to face with a mobian. A monkey, a chimp.\n\"What do you want?\" I could just barely keep a growl from coming, but I glared freely at him.\nThe man was dressed in a suit, dress shoes and had an air of arrogance all around him.\n\"I've watched you fight off that one echidna and then those three men. It was, let's say, surprising.\" He said as he walked closer.\n\"Oh?\" I simply responded, not at all impressed by something that was supposed to be a compliment.\n\"At first glance I would've thought you were a delinquent, getting in fights and having a fatherless infant son at home.\" I would've questioned his way of finding out about my boy, but I have practically been going from door to door in my attempt at finding a job. When you do that everyday for a few weeks, or a little over a month in my case, people tend to know your face and name pretty soon as they gossip. This was a simple town, after all.\n\"But you're moves are too precise. You know when and where to strike, that's what I'm looking for in a fighter.\" The chimp told me, his hands in his pockets.\nI crossed my arms, my glare never ceasing. He got all that from those few moves?\nMy chest was starting to hurt. That meant it was about damn time I go home and feed my child. I've been out all day. Sure, I pumped some milk for the baby for while I was gone, but they must be running out by now. Not to mention that my body wanted some relief soon too. If this guy wanted to say something, he better get on with it.\n\"I'll go straight to the point. I do business in the underground world, Shade.\" My frown deepened as he got my name wrong, though I didn't correct him.\n\"Underground fighting to be exact. My last fighter is... unavailable and that means I need a new volunteer. Now obviously you know how to throw a punch or two and you're in need of money while I'm in a desperate need of some fresh meat to throw in the ring, meat I believe can be worth my time.\" The chimp barely finished before I held up a hand and walked away, clearly showing that I was not interested.\nI was ready to live a quiet life and raise my son in peace. Heck, I was prepared to become a simple stay-at-home mother if I couldn't get a job. I had no need for violence.\n\"Are you sure you want to walk away?\" The soft sound of a wallet being opened drew my attention back to the monkey and immediatly my eyes caught sight of a thin bundle of green in his hands.\nMoney.\nThe chimp noticed that he had my attention once more and put the money and his wallet away.\n\"Think of your little boy, Shane. Don't you want to take care of him properly? Surely you won't stay at that dump for his entire childhood? And what if you have another slip-up and that baby gets a brother or sister? You need room and resources and the only thing that can help you is money.\" I couldn't care less that he got my name wrong again, I barely even thought about what he meant with 'slip-up'. Once again I was reminded of all that Lucan wouldn't be able to have if I were to reject his offer.\nKnowing that the deal was pretty much done, the mobian offered me a hand.\n\"You can choose, Shane. You can walk away now and barely come by with the poor family's money, or you can accept and come work for me and finally be able to take care of your boy and maybe pay back the lovely people who have taken you in.\" A barely hidden smirk was evident on his face.\nI could only stare at his hand. Fighting illegally for money was, in a way, a different manner of selling my body. But than again, I didn't have any pride left to swallow.\nI didn't like him. The guy looked like he was one cigar away from looking like your typical maffia godfather\nAnd yet, I agreed and let him take me away, figuring I'd be back home in time.\nWhen I did come home that evening, it was with bruised ribs, a busted lip and a sore body, but I could finally embrace my boy in pride as I woke him up, the two-month-old immediatly asking for food. I had come home with quite a few bucks in my pockets.\nIt was illegal and painful, but I had a job and I could finally take care of my son independently.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Just One Bad Day: Chapter 2


Shadow's POV

The last three months of my pregnancy in prison pretty much passed by like that.
I'd trade my body for things I might need during most days while I tried to read up on how to take care of a child and where my baby would end up if it were to be taken away from me during my free time.
The other prisoners were still leaving me mostly alone out of fear and because they'd just look weak if they were to assault someone who was preggers, not to mention my new reputation as a crazy person made them reluctant to approach me aswell. Though the occasional childish bullying wasn't out of the question.
But my time here came to an end.
When the contractions came, I was brought to the nearest hospital.
I was cuffed to a bed with two police officers on each side of the door. The doctor and nurses caring for me wore this friendly façade, but I could see the secret disdain they felt for me, the gossiping behind my back.
And worse yet, the plans they made.
Here I was, a year after being convicted, traumatised, scarred, pregnant and with little sanity to spare. After all those vengeful convicts had done to me, the torture, the beating, rape, prostituting, beating, breaking me down, I had no selfworth left. No pride, no dignity, self-esteem completely destroyed.
But I wouldn't stop fighting.
This child, this being growing in my womb for the past nine months, was all I had left. These people were making preparations to take that same child away and put it in an orphanage, up for adoption or thrown in foster care.
I won't allow it. My baby was all that kept me from breaking completely. The last of my sanity, my very will to live, was tied to the baby. The sole reason I've been holding onto to this thin line of hope is so that I may take care of it myself.
If I am to give birth here, if I allow them to take it away, I'll be put back in prison and will only receive a few days of respite before being thrown back into the main population and inevitably have a repeat of what happened the past year, except this time I will spend 24/7 wondering what's become of my first child.
I won't allow it. This time, things will go my way.
Checking if anyone was watching, I looked for anything I could use to my advantage. My eyes fell on a paperclip stuck to a clipboard hanging at the footend of the bed. Looking around once more, I began to concentrate on the paperclip.
My powers were taken from me by these enhanced inhibitor rings clamped around my wrists, but someone's powers weren't affected by the rings.
Yes, just last month I had begun to notice things happening when I got too emotional. Things in the room moved, people hurting me began to choke and all I had to do was think about it. There were only small bouts of these moments and they lasted very shortly. But when they were available, I could control it and make things move so long as I concentrated.
I hated to take advantage of my baby like this, but it was necessary for our escape.
So concentrating on the paperclip, the thing began to shake before being flung onto the ground. Thankfully the papers were still held together by the clipboard, so they didn't fall and draw anyone's attention.
I took a breather for the baby's sake before turning my attention back to the paperclip after making sure no one was watching. The paperclip slid over to the bed like someone was pulling at it with a string until it reached my bedside.
I took another long breather and let another contraction pass through me, riding it with renewed strength. There was still no one looking my way so I levitated the paperclip up on the bed and in my left hand. I let a smile pass on my lips, knowing that I was a step closer to our escape.
This would be the last time I'd use those powers. The next time they'd be used is when the baby will discover them and develope them on his own with only my advice, without my body and Chaos Energy used as a conductor.
I straightened the clip and used it to uncuf my left hand. Within seconds it was free and so I turned my attention to my right wrist. Next I uncuffed both of my legs and finally I had some more freedom to work with.
Making sure no one was threatening to enter my room, I produced a scalpel. I had come prepared for this moment, a plan having been forming since the first step I took inside this place. Using skills Rouge herself once taught me, I managed to lift a scalpel off of a passing doctor, who had been transporting a whole trolley filled with medical tools just recently cleaned.
For this next step, I had to take a deep breath and calm myself.
My heart beat fiercely against my sternum and adrenaline was about to be pumped through my system, anticipating what I was about to do. I had to stay calm, had to keep my hand still.
I blocked the door with a chair and found myself a mirror to place in front of me on the bed and lifted my hospital robe. Another set of nerves set in to plague me and I stroked my belly, trying to soothe the child in there. It was like it could sense something other than labour was about to happen.
I almost felt guilty for doing this, but I had to. A normal birth was out of the question. That would only tire me out, give them a chance to sedate me as soon as the baby was born and generally take too much time.
This would take half an hour tops. And with my medical knowledge, this should work out for both of us.
But just as I brought the scalpel closer to my lower belly, my water broke and caught me off guard.
"Oh Chaos." I muttered and bit down on my lower lip at the strange sensation. My water breaking managed to relief me a little and I hoped to use it to my advantage.
Once again I had to calm myself down before bringing the scalpel closer to my abdomen again.
There was no turning back.
I began to cut.
First through the three layers of skin. I took a moment to breath and compose myself as tears gathered in my eyes, pain shooting through my system. I hadn't had as much as an epidural, I was doing this completely sober.
I was through the skin and so went for the muscle tissue next. I tried to keep my body straight as I cut through, a whine of pain leaving me as the tears began to stream down my face.
Chaos, this hurts, but I had to keep going. If I didn't do this, if I didn't continue, they'd take my child away and I refuse to let that happen. No one was going to take this child away from me!
My lips parted in a silent scream as I finally cut through, even more blood was spilled and soaked everything, my hands, the bed, my lower body and the mirror I was using.
I had to cover the large cut as something came spilling out already. Because of my position and gravity, my womb came peeking out. The sight scared me and I could just barely keep myself from panicking and doing something I'd regret.
I began to sob and cry. The police outside figured that it was because I knew what was about to happen, so they didn't bother to check up on me. Still, I had to quiet down. The pain and fear of having my body in this state, though I did it to myself, made me dangle over the edge of calm and complete hysteria.
Once more I gathered my courage and let my teeth clench on eachother as I continued to cut into my womb next, careful not to harm the child inside.
When I could finally reach inside and pull the child out of my own body, everything was a mess. The bed was covered in blood, the mirror had small spatters on it and I was a complete mess of blood, sweat and tears.
But I didn't care, because I was holding my child.
It was bloody, so I couldn't make out its fur, but I could see that it was a boy. And though it was a wolf and not a hedgehog like I had hoped, I still instantly fell in love with him. He was moving, he had ten fingers and ten toes, a tail, he was so small and so perfect.
He wasn't crying yet, though. I hadn't cut the umbilical cord yet and had only just begun to clean his airways. If he cried, he would draw attention, so I had to cover up this wound first.
To my horror I realised that I hadn't thought of a needle or thread. In my hurry to escape I had neglected to think of two of the most essential materials for a surgery.
With what little strength I had left I tore the sheet and used it to cover up my wound, bandaging it up to be sewn closed later. I was the Ultimate Lifeform and pretty much immortal, surely I'd survive this.
With urgency I cut the umbilical cord next and the boy began to cry almost immediatly, drawing attention as soon as his first cries reached the ears of the police officers right outside the door.
"Shadow Robotnik? Shadow Robotnik, open that door!" Realising they couldn't open the door, their fists started banging on the surface. They sounded urgent. They attempted to break the door down to get to us, but the chair proved to be quite the obstacle.
Shakingly I managed to get up from the bed. I was using the pillowcase and clean rips of the bedsheet to make a baby sling to carry the newborn in. I walked over to the window and noticed that we were just a bit too high up to jump out. Looks like I'll have to face the authorities head-on after all.
I pulled the chair away and jumped back as they practically came stumbling inside. They stared at me in shock. Never would they have imagine to see a scene like this one.
"You! What did you do?!" The doctor asked from over the police's shoulder.
"I improvised." I said and lunged forward, using their shocked trance to my advantage.
My stamina was low, my strength zero to nothing, I had lost alot of blood and felt incredibly faint, but I would be damned if I screwed this up.
With determination and will I haven't felt in a long time, I lunged forward with cold motivation and punched the first guard in the throat, right where the larynx lied, and caused him to fall to his knees, gasping and grasping for his throat as he immediatly began to cough up blood. That particular spot was one of the body's vital points, a dangerous place to be hit.
His partner looked on in shock as the first one fell down, felled with one punch. When he looked back at me it was already too late. Scalpel in hand, I jumped towards him and buried the thing in his throat, piercing his windpipe with accuracy before ripping his taser from his belt and tasing the doctor behind him.
As the two fell down, I left the room, the nurses jumping away as they did not dare stand in my way. Good.
These people were only doing their jobs and I know that. But one thing prison has taught me is that it's all or nothing. If I give it my all, I will escape. Any less will lead to me losing my child and being thrown back behind bars.
If that happens, I will once again be the victim of their vengeance and the next time I will have another opportunity like this is when I will give birth to my second child and like hell I will let that happen. I will escape and no one will stop me.
I avoided as many people as I could while I wandered the halls, trying to find a locker room. I found one and laid my sleeping infant to rest on the bench in the baby sling while I quickly broke people's lockers open by picking the lock and finally found someone with roughly the same size as me and dressed out of the hospital robe to pull his/hers uniform and white coat aswell sneakers on, pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.
I pulled the baby sling back on and craddled my child once more, smiling as the boy slept within. I peeked out the door and made sure the coast was clear before slipping out.
The whole hospital was in an uproar as news of my attempted escape spread fast. They're probably calling the authorities as we speak. I started to wonder how long it will take for them to arrive. Heck, since it's me who's escaping, they're probably contacting Sonic first.
If that's the case, I will have to work faster.
I found a stairwell and jogged down the steps to the garage floor, planning on carjacking the first vehicle with a carseat.
As soon as I arrived and set a foot in the garage, I was suddenly punched in my gut, where it truly hurt. I gasped as I fell to my knees and hunched over, arms wrapped around my infant.
I heard the sound of a gun being loaded and looked up to see a police officer aiming his gun at me. He was purposely aiming at some place to slow me down instead of going for the kill since I've seriously injured two other cops already. But he didn't want to possibly hurt the baby, so he aimed for one of my ankles. With how close he was standing to me, there was no way he could miss.
"Mr. Robotnik, this is the end of the line. For you and your baby's sake, surrender now." The officer demanded, stubbornly keeping his aim.
I had to take a breather before I could do anything.
"For my sake? Don't make me laugh." I wheezed before jumping up and pushing his gun out of aim before jamming the taser in his gut in one swift move.
The policeman fell to the ground as his body trembled awfully. He could only watch as I ran towards the nearest car and checked it for a carseat before going on to the next one, continuing until I found one with a carseat strapped to the front passenger seat.
I picked the lock, once again courtesy of Rouge, and carefully strapped my newborn securely in the carseat. I got in the driver's seat and started up the car just as the cop was struggling to get back on his feet. I didn't give him the time to possibly aim and shoot as I backed into him before driving off, surely giving him a few broken ribs.
I could already taste sweet victory as I drove through the barrier and into the hospital's parkinglot. On my way out, however, I couldn't help but pass the Blue Blur himself.
My ex-husband's eyes and mine couldn't help but meet for one split second on the way out. Shocked emeralds stared into the fiery rubies he once adored, now grown cold.

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry." I told the crying newborn as I picked him up from the bed and carried him to the bathroom, where a bathtub filled with warm water not even halfway was waiting for him.
It was already evening and the poor thing hadn't even been cleaned yet, blood and whatever else was still stuck to his fur.
I carefully lowered the crying infant into the water and, though his crying did not cease, I gentle cleaned his fur. In no time, I could make out his colours. He was a black wolf with splashes of dark and light blue and different shades of grey mixed into his fur. His eyes were amber coloured, a real joy to look into.
Now that he was clean, I dried the infant while the water drained from the bathtub and walked back into the bedroom with him wrapped warmly in a towel in my arms and sat down on the footend of the bed.
The boy was still crying and I knew why, he was starving. So I pulled my still blood soaked shirt off and held my child up to my chest. I was an hermaphrodite, I had gotten pregnant in a natural way and would've given birth in a natural way, so of course I'm going to feed it naturally too.
After a little bit of urging and encouraging, the wolf boy began to suckle on my left nipple and I could only sigh in relief, happy that this worked out. There were occassions in which babies couldn't be persuaded to drink their mother's milk, fortunatly that didn't seem to be the case here.
I allowed him to suckle his stomach full, enjoying the odd feeling myself, before I held him upright and helped him burp. Afterwards I cradled him back to sleep before laying him to sleep on the bed.
I watched him sleep for a little while in amazement. He was so wonderful. So small, so handsome. He would turn out to be quite the strapping young man in the future, I'm sure.
Without a doubt my pimp was his father, but that mattered little to me. I was a mother and he was my son. This wonderful feeling was so overwhelming! And we were both free.
Well, not exactly. I was a fugitive and in the eyes of the law I have kidnapped my own son. It was a twisted thought. Where ever they planned on dropping my son off, I had supposedly kidnapped him from there. It didn't matter to me that kidnapping had been added to my growing list of criminal offenses, what bothered me was the fact that they have the audacity to claim that they had any right over my son.
Speaking of which.
I turned my attention away from my slumbering son and sat on the footend of the bed as I turned the tv on. This was my only way of staying updated on the manhunt I was certain was still going on.
So while I listened to the tv I took care of something that's been killing me for hours now.
The gaping wound from my self-inflicted cesarean was still wide open. Though the hospital sheet had done an exellent job at keeping me from bleeding to death, I had fainted when I first arrived here in the motel three hours ago. I had just managed to place my baby boy safely on the bed before I black out to wake up two hours and a half later.
Last time I had looked into the mirror I was looking incredibly pale and I have been feeling on the edge of passing out again, so it was about time I sew myself closed.
So I pulled my pants down, I wasn't fortunate enough to find any underwear during my escape, and pulled a bowl with water and cloth closer aswell as a small box I managed to steal from the motel owner containing a needle and thread. It wasn't medical thread, but I'm sure I'll survive.
I untied the blood soaked sheet and pulled it away from me to let it fall down to the ground. The wound was an ugly thing to look at, I had a small mirror perched on my lap to make it possible for me to see, and I cringed as it hadn't exactly been a clean cut because of how much my hand had been shaking. Next I took the needle and pushed the thread through the eye before taking a deep breath and starting the task at hand. First I had to sew my womb closed.
"It's now been five hours since the alleged escape of a dangerous criminal shortly after he was transported to the Westopolis General Hospital. Like many feared the escaped convict has been confirmed to be the mass murderer, Shadow the Hedgehog." The news reporter, an auburn haired human woman in her thirties, announced.
Between my winces and cringes, I took a moment to glare at her and huff in mockery.
"You'd think they'd at least get my name right if they really fear me as much as she claims." I huffed before going back to my original task of trying to close up my own uterus. It was difficult as I was as sober now as I was when I had cut myself open, not one single anesthetic was present in my system.
"Damn..." I gasped as the stinging of the needle hurt, though it had been nothing compared to the cutting. I could survive this.
With a small pair of scissors I cut the thread and took a small breather before starting on muscle tissue and skin.
On the tv they continued to show my mugshot on tv and talked to several police officers, wanting to stay updated on the manhunt. Seems like they found the car I had dumped underneath a bridge before I found this motel to stay at for tonight and restore some of my lost energy.
Sonic was shown on tv too and I had taken a moment to look at him, a familiar aching in my chest making itself known as I looked into his eyes, but he had repeatedly responded that he had no comment, so the camera was quickly taken off of him.
I was just about to go back to my task when I the news reporter dropped a bombshell on me.
"This was just in. Apparently Shadow the Hedgehog has been seen to escape with a newborn wolf cub. The police has confirmed that the cub had been taken from its mother and was used as leverage in his escape. If anyone has any clue of this wolf cub's whereabouts, you can call the number shown on the screen down below. We have yet to get a hold of the cub's distraught parents."
In a fit of rage, I had taken the mirror and thrown it against the tv, successfully destroying its screen.
"The cub's distraught parents?! His only living parent is right here! He's sewing his womb closed because he pulled the thing out of there himself!" I yelled at the top of my lungs in anger, the temper I had spend months to control prior to prison returned with vengeance.
How dare they? How dare they?! This boy was all that I had left and they denied even that bond?!
"You damn human, telling the world such terrible lies! The whole world will believe that my baby isn't mine! Do you know how messed up that is?!" I continued to shout, though no one could hear me.
The baby's crying is what cools me down.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby." I apologised to the child as I carefully picked the boy up and held him in my arms, cradling him.
My shouting had woken him up. Oh, I never meant to make him cry.
Slowly the boy calmed down and settled in my arms again. I smiled and felt proud for being able to calm him.
"What am I getting myself so worked up for? You're my son and the only one who needs to know is you." I realised and softly planted a kiss on his forehead before laying him to rest on the bed again.
I finished tending to my wound and disinfected it before bandaging it and joining my baby in bed, taking the infant in my arms. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.

I was awoken more than once during the course of the night because my baby boy cried for milk, but when morning came, it was something completely different that woke me up. It was movement next to me, like someone was softly pulling something away from me.
It didn't take me long to figure out that someone was trying to pull my baby out of my weak hold and my eyes snapped open in an instant.
A police woman was standing over me, looking down at me in shock. Her hands were on my child as she had been trying to pick the child up without rousing me.
"What're you doing?" I asked her, my eyes wide in equal shock, though I already knew the answer.
The woman wasn't the only cop present in my motel room. There were several of them, both human and mobian, and they were all armed.
I had threatened the motel owner when he had recognised me and had been about to call the authorities. He had looked terrified of me at first, but it looks like he didn't heed to my warning after all.
I should've known better. Of course that fool would take a risk and called the police anyway. In prison people were scared enough to heed to my threat even if I was pregnant. Just knowing I was a few cells down from theirs was enough. Outside it seems I'll have to do a bit more than throw threats and warnings around.
"Shadow Robotnik, freeze and place your hands on your head." One of the armed men told me, causing me to look at him.
My attention being shifted away from the woman gave her the chance she needed to pull the baby out of my arms.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I asked her as my head snapped back around to face her. The woman stepped away from the bed to keep the child safely away from me, causing me to jump off the bed to go after her, but I was stopped as my arms and spikes were grabbed and I was dragged from the bed and held down on the floor.
My hands were held behind my back and they wanted to cuff them, but I wasn't about to let that happen. And certainly not when that woman moved to leave the room with my child.
"Get off!" I shouted, trying to struggle out of their grip. I wanted to follow that woman. I wanted to take my child back. He's supposed to stay with me, his real mother!
With the agility that I've always been known to have, I kicked the feet of the two police officers holding me down from under them and managed to get up and run after her. A colleague of theirs tried to stop, but I grabbed the taser I brought alone and jammed the thing right into his ribs, causing his body to jerk and fall down to the floor.
"Get back here!" I yelled as I ran after the woman, but winced when I felt my stitches being pulled on.
Damn. I will never be able to chase her like this.
So why not shorten the journey?
Instead of following her down the stairs, I jumped over the railing instead. Thankfully it wasn't all too high so I ended up with a minor pain in my ankles upon landing.
The police woman came to a stop in front of me in shock, my newborn crying in her arms.
"Hand me back my baby. Now!" I demanded, blocking her way. One way or another, she was going to give him back to me.
Of course, she wasn't going to do it. In her eyes I was a danger to the baby. She had been tasked with keeping him safe from me and wasn't about to just give him.
If I wanted him, than I'd have to take him from her cold dead hands.
I could see it in her eyes. The fire. I used to have that same fire in my eyes when it came to protecting Mobius before it was extinguished. It'd be a shame to do the same to her.
"Last warning, human. Give me back my boy." I growled, taking a step forward, ignoring the ache that slowly faded away in my ankles.
"Whatever they told you, that child is mine. And now that I'm no longer behind bars, I have every right to raise him myself." I told her, trying to convince her to give him back to me.
"Mr. Robotnik, I can assure you the child will have a good life." She tried to convince me back, she was holding my son so protectively against her bosom, but I wouldn't have any of it.
I didn't sit on my ass in prison and did nothing. Before I got the bright idea to escape, I've done research on babies of prisoners.
Usually the children went to the family of the prisoner, except I didn't have one. Well, there's Ivo, but no one in their right mind would deliver a child to him. Naturally, that meant adoption and foster homes were their only options.
I've read about children who end up in those sort of situations. Some of them end up well, but they are also more likely to end up on the wrong path.
I refuse to give birth to this boy and let them take him to such a fate only to reunite with him again in prison.
"Shadow Robotnik, freeze now!" A male's voice rung out from above and I could see the human I had tazed hanging sluggishly over the railing, glaring down on me in anger.
I let the tazer buzz in my hand for a moment, just for the comfort of feeling it in my hand. I wasn't planning on using it on her. Whatever shock I administer to her, the baby will feel it too. She knows that aswell as I do. I would have to take him back first.
"You can't escape anymore Robotnik, just give up or we have the right to use force!" I heard the click of a gun being loaded, a sound I was very well familiar with by now, but the woman looked up to him for just one short second.
That was all I needed.
Lunging forward, I grabbed my son from her arms, the woman not willing to do too much in fear of harming him, and jammed the taser in her gut.
I used up the rest of the battery on her before running off and leaving her passed out on the ground.
It had felt good to taze her like that. A small prize for her attempting to take my son away from me.
Just like I had suspected, they weren't going to shoot me with a newborn in my arms. They weren't even sure how to handle a situation such as this.
I used this to my advantage as I pushed past another duo of cops, kicking one of them in the groin and the other I tripped by kicking his feet from under him. I ran past them and heard other cops starting to follow me.
As two more appeared in front of me I realised that practically the whole police force was present to stop me. That's how much of a threat I appear to be in their eyes.
I came to a sudden stop and held my baby protectively against my chest. My stitches were burning, my shirt and pants becoming bloody as they tore because of my running.
"No.... No.... No...." I repeat as I look around and witnessed them surrounding me, guns aiming at any part of me without endangering the baby. My heart begins to pound and my breathing becomes shallow and quick.
They had me surrounded. Their guns were aimed at me. They were going to hurt me. They were going to take my child away. They were going to send me back to the penitentiary.
Panic spreads through my system, flashes of those prisoners appearing in front of my mind's eye. I don't want to go back. I can't, I won't survive. Their touching, their words, they still burn.
As do my enhanced inhibitor rings, Chaos Energy boiling underneath my skin, dying to release a Chaos Blast similar to when I attacked those former G.U.N agents.
"Shadow Robotnik, you're under arrest." Suddenly a cop stands in front of me, looking down at me without emotion as he reached for my child, using careful and slow movement to take him from me without startling me.
He was going to take him away. My child, my only, my whole world.
"No... No.... No... No!" I yelled as I snatched his gun from his holster and shot him point blank in the face between the eyes, his lifeless body falling down to the ground.

The rest was kind of a blur afterwards.
It's like I've passed out, blacked out while my body just kept going, my mind and heart on fire with terrible thoughts and memories, panic spreading.
And when I wake up I find myself in the cargo hold of a train, sitting against the wall with my sleeping child in my arms. Blood covers me, not just my own, and I feel sedated, spend.
"What did I do?" I muttered, wondering out loud as I somewhat wake up from my numb state.
A glimpse outside tells me that the sun is already setting again.
Chaos, how many hours have I been out?
A whine reached my ears and I look down at my baby to find him waking up. He must be so starved. I don't think he's eaten since this early morning. I should feed him, he won't have to starve for a minute longer.
I adjusted my shirt until one of my arms were free and the left side of my chest was exposed. I held him steady as he began to suckle, finally getting to satisfy his hunger. His tiny fist gripped my chest fur as he suckled.
My fingers stroked through his soft fur as I let him fill his stomach. Whatever I might've done today, no matter how bad I've snapped, he was calming me down.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." I apologised as I stroked his cheek with the back of my fingers.
He had no idea what had transpired today, he was completely ignorant.
The wolf cub let go once his hunger was satiated and I helped him burp to relief some pressure. I held him in my arms again and watched him fall asleep again. He was so peaceful. Watching him sleep calmed my troubled heart. Whatever occured while I was out of it, though the blood on my clothing told a whole story, it didn't seem like any of that mattered now.
But as I looked down at my son and noticed how bloody his towel was, knowing that he was just fine, I had to get my hands on something clean. I needed some clean clothes too.
So I stood up, seeking support with the wall after leaving my son to lie there on the floor as I might need both hands, and looked around. I wanted to determine where I could find some clean stuff, but how on Mobius was I supposed to find all that I needed on a train?
"You're him, aren't you? That mass murderer?" A voice suddenly rang out from the growing darkness in the train cart, the sun creating long shadows. I looked towards the source and saw someone crawl from behind a stack of boxes.
It was a chameleon, a forest green one. He looked like I hadn't bathed in weeks and wore tattered clothing.
"There's no reason to deny it. Mobians have a much harder time blending in, unlike humans." The stowaway said, a smile present on his muzzle.
"If you tell anyone where I'm headed or which train I took-"
"Threats won't work on me. I've lost everything, I have nothing more to live for. If you threaten my life, I will simply dare you to do it." He cut me off, making it clear that threats won't do.
"Than what? Is it money you're after? Because I don't have a single dime on me." I replied, but the chameleon shook his head.
"People are talking all over the news about the baby you've stolen, but it isn't stolent, isn't it? If it was, how could you nurse it?" This guy had been watching me nurse my infant from the shadows?
The man chuckled at how creeped out I felt.
"If it makes you feel any better, best boob I've seen in a while." He smiled at me in such a creepily lewd way that I felt like covering up, though I've made myself decent again already.
He had watched me nurse, meaning he's seen my chest. It wasn't like I was actually growing breasts, but my chest was sensitive and swollen. Just for the time being, as long as the boy was still breastfed. It wasn't noticeable when I wore clothes or with my chest fur, but a trained eye would definitely spot a difference, especially when that chest fur had to be moved away to feed a baby.
This pervert had noticed and loved to use it as a taunt.
"Anyway back to the point. You came out of jail knocked up, meaning you must've really been around the block in there." The chameleon said as he stepped closer, invading my personal space.
"Are you calling me a whore?" I don't know why I would be upset. He was right. I'm pretty sure I've let close to every convict in that facility bang me at least once, or a little more than half of them at least. It's only because of the miracle that is my immortal body that I never got sick.
"You see, I haven't had company in a while. I'm lonely and I bet you are too without all of that attention you used to have. So I'm thinking, why won't we spend the night together, huh? Just you and me. Missionary under the covers or doggy style, doesn't matter so long as we're together. And afterwards we can cuddle the rest of the ride away, keep the kid warm." He offered, placing a hand on my lower back.
I frowned. In jail, after I had taken charge of myself, I had been the one to decide when my client could touch me or not. This man was just doing it, like we were together or something.
"I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to call out to the nearest person and tell them that one of the stowaways in here is a murdering psychopath, but I will keep my mouth shut if you welcome me inside." He didn't even stop the lewd smirk from appearing.
"I'm a mass murderer and presumably a serial killer, not to mention that my body looks like that of a fifteen year old. Who in their right mind would want to sleep with me knowing that?" I asked, trying to keep my growling down for now as I glared up at him.
"What can I say? You're turning me on." His lips plunged onto mine and I froze up, fists clenching.
The only ones to have ever put their lips on mine were Sonic and Leon. None of my clients were allowed to do that. Not one of them.
The chameleon stumbled backwards after I had punched him square in the jaw. He chuckled as he rubbed that sore spot.
"I'd thought I'd give you the choice, but you don't get to be a tease." He lunged for me with a velocity that was surprising for a man like him and his hands wrapped around my throat in such an incredibly strong grip, like a much too narrow metal collar being hooked around it.
Immediatly my airways were cut off as my young and light body was lifted up in the air and I began to panic, the knowledge of how to defend myself suddenly forgotten as a rush of unpleasant memories came back to me.
I couldn't even as much as wheeze with his hands trying to choke the life out of me. My hands started clawing at his, trying to get free, trying to breath.
Chaos, I hated this. This wasn't the first time I was being strangled. In prison they found it to be a nice way of knocking me out. They'd choke me with their bare hands just like now until my body grew limp only for me to wake up Chaos knows where in Chaos knows what kind of position after Chaos knows how many had taken advantage of my unconcious body.
I hated this the most. I never knew what happened. I can't lose conciousness now, I have a son to think off!
As if able to sense my distress, the wolf cub began to cry, seemingly spooked by something.
My eyes shifted over to him as the kicking of my legs grew weaker, my hold on the man's hands loosened, my vision grew darker and my son's crying more distant.
When my arms fell to my side and movement ceased was when he decided I wouldn't be able to form a threat anymore. So he let me go and I fell down in a boneless heap on the floor, gasping and panting.
My body couldn't move as I was rolled onto my back and the bloodied surgery pants pulled off of my lower body, soon to be followed by my shoes.
"Oh, I've always loved the young ones." He stated, eyes glued to my feminine gender. He didn't even seem to mind the poorly treated wound on my lower abdomen.
My body wouldn't listen as the green shirt was lifted and the man leant down to the right side of my chest and wrapped his lips around my nipple, effectively suckling on it and getting me to lactate. It doesn't feel as nearly pleasant as when my newborn does it.
'It's happening again. I'm going to be raped again.' I realised as I stared up to the ceiling, tears silently sliding down my cheeks.
The chameleon has already taken his erection out when I regain feeling and control over my body and take a knife I can't even remember putting in the pocket of the white coat and stabbed his side with it.
I hear him scream in agony as he rolls off of me. It sounds like music to me ears. I retracted the knife only to sit up and plunge it into his chest.
I knew the anatomy of the human and mobian body like the back of my hand. I knew where to stab in order to kill someone in less than half a minute, but I wanted him to hurt, wanted him to die slowly and painfully, wanted him to suffer for adding to my nightmares.
Seventeen times. That's how many times I had stabbed him.
I could only sit here in the corner with my son in my arms as I try to console him, yet to actually pull my clothes back on, looking over at the carnage I've turned that mobian's body into.
Suddenly I'm scared.
A year ago I had been filled with terror upon discovering that I had killed seventeen people. Seven months later I kill three mobsters. The day of my son's birth, a day that is supposed to be filled with joy, I'm pretty sure that guy I punched in the throat didn't survive that torn larynx and windpipe. Today I've killed another cop and now this guy.
That's a total of twenty-three people, maybe even more if I've killed anyone during that black out.
I feel repulsed. The need to vomit is threatening to rise and I can just barely keep it down.
Is this really the mother I want my son to have? He'd be better off in a foster home than with me.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise." I apologised as I kissed his sleeping forehead, chest growing heavy.
"Oh Chaos, what am I doing." A hand goes for my chest as it feels constricted the more the weight of my actions come plummeting down on me. My even breathing turns into short shallow breaths.
I don't want to be this person. I hate this person! This isn't what I was created to be. This isn't the person Maria wanted me to be! Chaos, Sonic, what have I let myself become? Someone needs to stop me.
This is who I am now, but this isn't who I wanted to be.

"Tomorrow is going to be perfect, Shad. I'll get to see you in that white tux, I get to hear you say 'I do', we'll have one big celebration waiting for us. And when we get home, we'll have a whole night of passion ahead of us." Hands on my lower back pulled me closer.
"Sonikku..."
"You know what would be great, Shad? A baby!"
"A baby?"
"Yeah! A little you or me that'll be growing right in here. Something that is truly ours!" Hands settle on my lower abdomen as I'm hugged from behind.
"I'm sorry, Sonikku..."
"Shad, you look so sad."
"Dissapointed is more like it."
He stays silent.
"This isn't how I wanted my life to play out. This isn't the person I wanted to be. I'm horrible."
"Prison?"
"No, I think it started a year ago. When I.... And then those prisoners...."
"You're hurting. You're scared."
"I've done such unforgivable things. I have a child I can't possibly take care off like this. I've actually considered giving myself to a... And all those people in prison... And all when I had promised to stay yours, when I had always claimed that I would never be so liberal with my body."
"I need help. I need someone to stop me. I hate what I'm becoming, but I can't crawl out of this hole I've thrown myslf into. I thought escaping from that place, that facility, would make things right again."
He smiles sorrowful at me.
"You know what they say, right? When you've hit rockbottom, the only way left to go is up."
"Sonikku..."
The train coming to a halt is what wakes me up, just as exhausted as the day before I wake up on the floor, curled up around my infant.
My nights were usually filled with nightmares, flashbacks, faces of the people who's lives I've taken and the shadows of regret and sorrow swallowing me up.
But last night I've dreamt about Sonic.
Even though he was my ex-husband and even though he had shattered what remained of my heart the day his lawyer came by to deliver the divorce papers, I dreamt of him.
I believed I was done with him, but unconciously I was still holding onto him. It's been a year since I've last seen him and, yet, my mind conjured him up as a source of comfort the night I was hanging over the edge again, threatening to break once more.
It made me realise just how much I miss him. I was convinced he had been banished from my mind, but that was clearly a lie to me.
"I wonder what he'd say about you." I stated out loud as I gazed at my sleeping boy, stroking his cheek with my fingers.
I feel guilty now that I have realised that I still hold Sonic close in my heart. I feel like I've cheated on him. The first few months in prison I was raped more than once on a near daily basis before turning to Leon in order to survive. But after Leon passed away and I kept on prostituting myself, though I was already divorced, made me feel like I had cheated on him all the same.
I sighed. I wanted to start a new life. Thinking about Sonic wouldn't get me anywhere.
Though I do find myself thinking back to the moment our eyes met for a split second.
Despites the drowsiness, I sat up, leaving the wolf cub to lie there for a moment, and pulled my underwear, pants and shoes back on. Lastly I wiped my cheeks dry as they had tear stains.
I picked my infant up carefully and, placing him in the baby sling I had made out of sheets I found inside one of the crates, looked through a small window to see that we were arriving in a desert like place.
I feel a bit nervous as I've never been this far out into Mobius. I don't know which train I've taken, so I don't know where to go next. This is completely unknown territory to me. Yet, I decided that this would be my stop.
As soon as the train came to a stop, I jumped off, stumbling lightly. I buttoned up the white coat to hide the blood soaking my clothes, the towel around the baby had been replaced by a white blanket, and readjusted my glasses and took a look around. My eyes fell on a train station restaurant and on cue my stomach began to rumble.
I haven't eaten ever since the morning I left prison. It's been nearly two days since I've eaten. I can easily go a little longer without food, but that could mean I might possibly run dry. I can't have that happen while nursing such a young infant.
So I decided to enter, finding myself a table in the corner somewhat concealed from most people around. Thankfully it was morning, so there weren't alot of people present. It was a bit of a dusty place.
A waitress came to my table and took my order and left. I ordered a simple plate of pancakes, one of the cravings I had never been able to fullfill in prison, and coffee, which I quickly changed to decaf as I remembered that I can't drink caffeine just yet. She came back nearly immediatly with a cup of coffee. I thanked her and took a long overdue sip.
It took a little while, but my pancakes came and I downed them quickly. I wanted to take the time to savour them, but I felt paranoid about staying here for too long. Without a doubt they must've figured out I've long left the city behind me, my picture must've been send all over the place by now. I was expecting the police to show up at any moment now.
But I didn't know when I'd have another chance at eating my stomach full, so I made use of the opportunity and asked for a few refills. I was reliefed to have my stomach finally full and sat back for just a moment to let it sit a little before I excused myself to the bathroom with the excuse that it was close to feeding time for the baby and I would've liked a bit of privacy.
Upon coming into the bathroom, I noticed that it was empty and so made a quick scan of the place. This was a joined bathroom. There were urinals, stalls, sinks, mirrors and a window. And wouldn't you know it, the window is big enough for a slender fifteen year old mobian with a newborn to escape through.
I don't have a single penny on me, so escape was my only option.
I approached the blurred window and looked for any way to open it. I found a small latch and soon lifted the bottom half up. I took a look behind me and listened for anyone threatening to come in, but nothing indicated I might be caught.
So I sat on the window sill and threw my leggs over the sill and slid off, my feet soon touching solid ground. No one saw me leave and so I had escaped once more.

I was paranoid about staying in this dusty town for long, so it didn't take long before I left. Not before quickly and succesfully shoplifting from a clothing store. I had to finally get rid of that doctor's uniform.
Now I was wearing a simple dark top, jeans and sneakers. It wasn't much protection against the heat, but I was more worried about my baby.
But he fared well. Shielded from the sun at all times, the boy made it through hour after hour we wandered through this desert because my stupid ass read the map wrong. I finally found out where I was and found a map to map out a way to my next location, but I had been in a hurry to leave, having already spend too much time in this place, and so must've gotten it wrong.
I've taken a bottle of water with me, I didn't think the journey from one town to the next would take this long, but it's been hours already. The midday sun is high in the sky, my black fur was making life hell for me, my water was nearly empty and I'm in the middle of nowhere.
I panted after gulping down the last of my water. I held a hand up to provide shade for my eyes as I looked around.
My eye sight was blurry, but I could see nothing but more dirt and sand around. No houses, not even a shack to be seen in the distance, there was this dirt road I have been following, but there was not a single sign of a town nearby.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, how could I be so stupid?! I can't afford to make mistakes. Especially not with a baby in my arms.
I sat down on a rock standing near the road and panted, a hand rubbing my sore shins.
It was too hot. Much, much too hot.
I looked down in the baby sling and noticed that the boy was still asleep. He seems to be in a light sleep right now, ignorant of the predicament we're in. I was spend from all the hours of walking in this heat, but I have to keep going for his sake.
I pushed myself up to stand, but suddenly dizziness overcame me and I stumbled before tumbling down to my knees. It became black before my eyes and I passed out.

"You think he'll be okay?"
"Don't worry, Dear, that sunburn will be over in a flash!"
"And what about the baby?"
"The baby is quite the active little thing, he's just fine."
In my half unconcious state I hear voices speak. There are about three different ones. A soft womanly one and two younger ones. A mother and her children?
I wake up slowly and it takes a while before I can open my eyes. When I do, my eyes meet with a dark ceiling. I'm in a dark room. There's only one candle to light it, probably to serve as a nightlight or something.
There's a wet cloth on my forehead and a bowl not far away from me which contained the water. I was lying on a very thin mattress and I didn't wear a single piece of clothing, not even my glasses as they lie on the floor next to the mattress. I didn't question it, my skin felt sensitive and raw underneath my fur and the covers. I heard the woman say that I had a sunburn, so that must be why my clothes had been removed. My case must've been pretty bad.
Weakly I lifted my head and the thin blanket to notice that the bandage covering my lower body has been changed.
"Hey, you're awake." The woman noticed as she glanced over to me, our eyes meeting through the doorway
She was a human woman, slightly pudgy, short curly brown hair, a set of blue eyes. She had this motherly look to her.
My wolf boy was in her arms, happily salivating on a toy.
The woman noticed I was staring at him and stood up to walk into the room and knelt next to me, showing him to me.
"You have nothing to worry about. He's just fine." She told me with a smile reassuringly.
"Tha-" I wanted to reply, but my dry throat couldn't allow me to say a thing.
"Here." The woman said as she handed me a glass of water. I took it gratefully and drank it empty in one gulp, panting and gasping once it was all gone. The cool liquid was welcome as it cured my dry throat.
"Thank you." I told her, looking up to her. I noticed that she had a baby of her own in a baby sling on her back. A little girl. She looked like she was about eight months old. Her other three children are in the other room, trying, and failing, to look into the room inconspicuously. Two boys and a girl.
"Now that you're awake, do you want to hold him?" The human woman asked, refering to my son.
I nodded and she handed him to me as I sat up, placing my wolf boy in my arms. His amber eyes stared back at me as he keeps sucking and salivating on the toy he held.
"He's a strong little boy. My husband found you in the middle of the desert. You looked dead to him, but you had a crying child on your chest, so he decided to take you two along with him." The woman explained, watching us with a soft gaze. With four children, I can imagine the man to have a soft spot for kids.
"Where is he now?" I asked, I would've liked to thank him.
"He's out working. You've slep the rest of the day and the whole night away, he didn't have the chance of greeting you." The woman replied. Seems like I'll have to wait.
With a huff I lied back down again, holding my boy on my chest. My baby was just fine, for now that was all that mattered to me.
"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Alice. The two boys are named James and Jason, twins. And the little girls are Marie and Ally." The woman introduced all five of them with a smile.
"I'm Shadow." I simply responded.
"What's the boy's name?" I was asked and I stroked the child's head so softly.
I hadn't actually thought of a name yet, deciding to take all the time I would need to think it through once I had found a place to settle down at.
"Lucan. That's what I'm going to name my boy." I decided with a smile, my finger stroking his cheek as he yawned.

It doesn't seem like news of my crimes had reached this community as I was allowed to stay at their small, humble abode. There were now eight people living in here, me and my baby included. This little home of theirs wasn't enough for this many people, food for them was scarce too, but somehow I had my own room, providing me and my baby some privacy.
They shared their home, food and allowed me to use what little money they had to buy clothes and other essentials for Lucan. I was so grateful for their generosity.
The woman's name was Alice and she, having four kids for her own, taught me a thing or two about taking care of infants. I had been so set on raising my son and also read quite a few books on the subject matter in prison when on a 'day off' from my work, but reading couldn't quite prepare me as much as experience could. So Alice, believing that I was no older than fifteen, eagerly showed me the ropes.
She taught me all sorts of do's and don'ts. Alternating between feeding sides regularly, I had been using mainly my left side until now, efficient ways to lull a boy to sleep and tips on coping with the sleep deprivation and all sorts of other stuff.
Her husband's name was Tom and I didn't get to see him often. He always left early in the morning before I woke up and only returned late at night just in time to eat some dinner and put the kids to bed.
Tom collected scrap that people usually deemed useless and tried to make something with them to try and sell it later on.
He was also human, one who was already turning grey. he had this tough exterior going on, but around his family he'd always melt.
Their four children were absolute dears. They were wild and rambunctious, but they also had a sweet side. Much like with their youngest sibling, they couldn't help but fawn  over Lucan aswell.
They were such a lovely family. Their everlasting kindness and hospitality warmed the heart that's been broken and cold for over a year now. After spending one week with them, learning so much and witnessing their kindness with not a hint of prejudice, I felt myself heal a little inside. Though the damage has already been done and the scars would forever stay, I can still appreciate this family and savour their kindred intentions towards me. They touched me in a way my son couldn't quite do.
So once my sunburn healed and Lucan and I managed to recover some strength, I decided to get a job.
It didn't need to be anything elaborate. Just a simple job. Maybe a bartender, waiter, a cashier, heck, maybe even a housekeeper. Anything would do.
The family paid for a doctor's visit to get my cesarean wound finally properly taken care off and gave me another three week down time, but I could finally go out and search for a decent job that didn't require me to do anything obscene. It was a great excuse to explore the village I would call home from now on too.
But as another week passes and then another and another with nothing but rejections, I knew this wasn't going to be easy.

Dissapointed I walked back home. This would be the so maniest employer who turned me down because of how young I look and because I have an infant waiting for me at home. Those two facts were a big turn off for future bosses, so they would rather not hire me.
Bars, stores, heck the local authorities. No one would take me. Probably because I'd be too much trouble.
With a heavy heart I returned to the family who had taken me in. I wish I could stop freeloading off of them. They already had so little, I didn't want to take anything more of them. I wanted to stand on my own.
At least I will have comfort in knowing that my boy is waiting for me to come back. I can't wait to hold him in my arms again.
Someone had other plans for me.
I yelped as I was suddenly dragged into a nearby alley, my right arm held behind me while a hand held a knife up against my throat.
"My, my, why is something as young and pretty as you doing out here all alone when it's night out?" The voice of my attacker asks, his breath smelled and hit my fur. With Sonic that feeling had been lovely, with Leon it was a warm lie, but here it just felt creepy.
"What do you want?" I asked, not struggling just yet.
"You've been dragged into an alleyway in the night, what do you think I want from you?" The man, an echidna I think, stated in a mocking tone. His hand releases my arm, believing the knife to be enough of a threat, and travels downward to my front. It settles between my legs to grope my gender.
"Oh no, you won't!" I shout as I elbowed the guy in the gut and took his knife from him in one swift move, turning the weapon on him instead.
"H-Hey, hey! Take it easy on me, okay? H-Here! I have some money, you'll accept that, right?" The echidna said as he took his wallet in fear and handed me all the cash inside.
My hand shook as it held the knife. I was angry. Just like the hobo on the train, this guy had attempted to take advantage of me aswell, just like so many other men this past year.
It disgusted me.
But at the same time, I don't want this anger anymore. I've already killed so many people, some innocent. I don't want to kill anymore of them.
So I just took the money instead, taking a deep breath and convincing my unruly temper that taking the money and going home like this was the best option. It might've been a bit unorthodox, but I finally had some money to save up.
"I'm letting you go for now. But if I hear about you attacking someone else, I will hunt you down. I can promise you that." I warned him, growling. The echidna nodded feverishly before running off, spooked by someone who he perceived to be no older than fifteen.
I took a deep breath once more and stuffed the money away in my pockets as I tried to calm myself down with deep breaths. Along with the anger there had been fear. I'm glad I have been able to avoid being hurt once more. And this time without taking another life.
"Hey, what was that all about? You bullying someone?" A voice asked as someone approached me from somewhere behind me. But as I turned around to face him, I noticed two more people following him. They looked like trouble.
"Hey! I'm not done talking to you yet!" The man yelled as I tried to walk away and grabbed me by my top to pull me back.
"Let me go!" I demanded as I tried to pull myself free, but each time I managed to get loose, he would just grab hold of something else.
"No, not before you hand over the money you stole and go to the cops, you little prick!" The man grabbed my arm in such a tight grip that it would surely leave a nasty bruise later.
"Yeah, what the fuck was that all about?" One of the other two asked as they formed a little circle around me.
Oh, I see what's going on here. They didn't see that echidna trying to get into my pants. They only saw the part in which I swung that knife around and got all that money shoved into my hands. These men believed I had been robbing the guy.
"It doesn't matter, just let me go!" I was too tired for this. I didn't want anymore trouble, I just want to go home.
"Like hell we w-"
I put an end to his sentence by ripping myself free from his grip and throwing him to the ground and pinning him with his arm behind his back, making him wince.
"Now, I'll give you two choices. Either you and you're buddies attempt to make a stupid move and I'll break your arm or you can do the wise thing and walk away right now." I growled as I kept the man pinned. His two friends took a few steps back, not having expected me to be able to pull such a move.
If only I had been able to do this in prison instead of being caught off guard by a handful of soap in my face, tied up in my sleep or overwhelmed by number and dirty tricks.
The two men left the alley and waited for me to let their friend go. I relented and got up and off of my captive, who quickly got to his feet before running towards his friends. They ran away and left me alone, deciding to play the hero some other time.
I checked if the money was still safe in my pocket before moving to leave the alleyway, but once more I was stopped.
"That's quite the strength a small body such as yours possesses."
I groaned in annoyance. Why can't I just be left alone so I can return to my son? I'm dying to hold him.
I turned around to face the darkness of the alley again and found myself to be face to face with a mobian. A monkey, a chimp.
"What do you want?" I could just barely keep a growl from coming, but I glared freely at him.
The man was dressed in a suit, dress shoes and had an air of arrogance all around him.
"I've watched you fight off that one echidna and then those three men. It was, let's say, surprising." He said as he walked closer.
"Oh?" I simply responded, not at all impressed by something that was supposed to be a compliment.
"At first glance I would've thought you were a delinquent, getting in fights and having a fatherless infant son at home." I would've questioned his way of finding out about my boy, but I have practically been going from door to door in my attempt at finding a job. When you do that everyday for a few weeks, or a little over a month in my case, people tend to know your face and name pretty soon as they gossip. This was a simple town, after all.
"But you're moves are too precise. You know when and where to strike, that's what I'm looking for in a fighter." The chimp told me, his hands in his pockets.
I crossed my arms, my glare never ceasing. He got all that from those few moves?
My chest was starting to hurt. That meant it was about damn time I go home and feed my child. I've been out all day. Sure, I pumped some milk for the baby for while I was gone, but they must be running out by now. Not to mention that my body wanted some relief soon too. If this guy wanted to say something, he better get on with it.
"I'll go straight to the point. I do business in the underground world, Shade." My frown deepened as he got my name wrong, though I didn't correct him.
"Underground fighting to be exact. My last fighter is... unavailable and that means I need a new volunteer. Now obviously you know how to throw a punch or two and you're in need of money while I'm in a desperate need of some fresh meat to throw in the ring, meat I believe can be worth my time." The chimp barely finished before I held  up a hand and walked away, clearly showing that I was not interested.
I was ready to live a quiet life and raise my son in peace. Heck, I was prepared to become a simple stay-at-home mother if I couldn't get a job. I had no need for violence.
"Are you sure you want to walk away?" The soft sound of a wallet being opened drew my attention back to the monkey and immediatly my eyes caught sight of a thin bundle of green in his hands.
Money.
The chimp noticed that he had my attention once more and put the money and his wallet away.
"Think of your little boy, Shane. Don't you want to take care of him properly? Surely you won't stay at that dump for his entire childhood? And what if you have another slip-up and that baby gets a brother or sister? You need room and resources and the only thing that can help you is money." I couldn't care less that he got my name wrong again, I barely even thought about what he meant with 'slip-up'. Once again I was reminded of all that Lucan wouldn't be able to have if I were to reject his offer.
Knowing that the deal was pretty much done, the mobian offered me a hand.
"You can choose, Shane. You can walk away now and barely come by with the poor family's money, or you can accept and come work for me and finally be able to take care of your boy and maybe pay back the lovely people who have taken you in." A barely hidden smirk was evident on his face.
I could only stare at his hand. Fighting illegally for money was, in a way, a different manner of selling my body. But than again, I didn't have any pride left to swallow.
I didn't like him. The guy looked like he was one cigar away from looking like your typical maffia godfather
And yet, I agreed and let him take me away, figuring I'd be back home in time.
When I did come home that evening, it was with bruised ribs, a busted lip and a sore body, but I could finally embrace my boy in pride as I woke him up, the two-month-old immediatly asking for food. I had come home with quite a few bucks in my pockets.
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