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Chapter 2: Demented Obsession

It had been a while since the two talked of regaining Sonic's memory. A few days ago, Tails told him that he was almost done with the proto-type. Sonic felt his heart pound, realizing he would soon have his memories restored. However, he also longed for his other self, a touch long forgotten.

He wanted to see it, wondered what the device looked like. Curiosity became overbearing. Tonight, a Saturday, Sonic went into the basement, searching for Tails' work table. The room was dimly lit by several lanterns. Numerous charts and diagrams stretched across the wall like wallpaper. Even more blueprints were rolled up in a slipshod manner, carelessly left without any obvious order in vases, holders, even large wine racks. In one corner, there was a pile of various screws, nails, and tools.

The workbench holds an unlit candle on the table, and a lantern above it. The oil was remarkably low, and Sonic was amazed it was still lit. At first glance, he assumed it was empty. Then, he disregarded the empty lantern as he looked under the desk. There, in all its glory, he found the invention, but it seemed odd. It looks like a wristwatch. When first found, he began to toss it aside but, instead, noticed a partially opened blueprint on the table. Setting down the watch, he opened the document. He found the prints to the watch. He studied it closely, but could not understand most of the larger words.

From what he could gather, the prints indicate that the watch sent waves through the nervous system to the brain. It built a bridge between any synapses of lost memories, and all memories would be remembered permanently. It is a remarkable idea and ingenious piece of work. The hedgehog looked over it and found a note Tails had scribbled in at the bottom:

_Notes

1. Wearer can only remember lost memories if they are wearing the watch. (New memories are randomly lost??)[Self Test]

2. Watch drains tremendous amounts of energy. [Mouse died after prolonged test...*see lab book IV*_

He began a search for lab book IV when a noise came from the top of the stairs. With a sudden adrenaline rush, his legs pushed on the ground. He ran toward the sound as someone descended the stairs. His ran was diagonal, beginning to collide with the wall. Instead of stopping or slamming into it, he ran sideways up it. As he neared the door, he jumped as it opened and Tails walked in. He pushed once more from the wall, making it through as Tails closed the door behind him.

With the hard part over, Sonic made a quick dash for his room. He felt the item still in his grasp. He realized Tails would be upset in the morning but let it past. Instead, he let himself drift asleep, watch in hand.

Tails looked around the room. In his hand, he held a bottle with lantern oil. 'I know I thought as he began filling the lanterns. He noticed the oil emptying as it filled. ' Who would . . . ?'

A door slammed suddenly from the lab's entrance. "Hello...?" he called out. "Sonic?" he yelled again. 'I wonder if he is still upset, that would explain his quietness.' Although uneasy, Tails made his way to the door, leaving the lantern oil behind. He found nothing. He laughed to himself, blaming too much work for hearing things. 'That, or I'm old' he joked to himself.

He walked back to the table where he left his lamp to find it missing. "What?" he whispered to himself. He sat as he glanced around the room. He laid his head down in his crossed arm with a sigh escaping his lips.

"I give up, stupid lanterns." He lifted his head up, noticing the unrolled blueprint of the watch. He rolled it quickly, and hid it under his desk.

As he pulled back, he heard laughter come from . . . above him? He looked up quickly, greeted by a toothy smile. The creature pushed off the ceiling and slammed into him. He felt his head hit the concrete floor and all went black.

It must have been the early morning as signs of a rising sun were visible through the basement's small windows. Again, he found himself in a chair but realized the attack was not a dream. It was confirmed by the taste in his mouth. He knew it to be hemlock, a poison. 'With hemlock, I can't move and my muscles will deteriorate. And while I rot, my mind is clear to feel the pain. The death some wonder of . . .'

"You're up. That is good, I wanted to enjoy this through your eyes, so, unconsciousness is not any fun." The bat walked from the shadows. "I am Rouge. Oh I know, you think the hemlock will be your death. No, I will kill you like a true artist. You can see on the table."

Tails eyed her as she stood to his left. His eyes left her and looked at the unrolled blueprint in front of him. His eyes told the terror his mind felt as the plans were drawn out, ever so elegantly scripted in diagrams. The steps, the reasons, it was all written, foretelling of his death.

His eyes shifted to the left, but he was not. He glanced around with his limited mobility when someone began whispering in his ear. "Most 'bats' are blind, you are lucky . . . " He could feel a painless cut with a scalpel, blood staining the white of his neck. The bat took him in her arms, and he noted the heart-shaped breast plate and her cold emerald eyes. She placed him on the table, not caring of a mess.

"You know, this procedure can go wrong, but will die anyway. I just wanted you to feel the pain I felt. But you have no care to hear me, and you can't even speak to make me feel better. HA! Like you would, you would use me as did he. You will learn his painful lesson two." She took the scalpel and took it to the skin just above the sternum. She traced a thin cut from the sternum following down his pubic bone.

Tails' eye opened wide, as he lightly bled from the wound. "Hm, I think a drain will work." She took the drain from her belt and used its suction to reduce the amount of blood. She then made two more incisions at the bottom and top of her primary cut. With this done, she uses the scalpel to remove the membrane from beneath the skin. "Good." She whispered as tails' eyes showed his life fled him. She pulled the skin, ripping more skin from her slice when it was not reaching.

She pulled it out so it was even with the small fox's wrist. She took a pin from a shelf; leaving enough room so it would not tear, she pierced the skin and the wrist. Tails' eyes again open wide with the newly inflicted pain. "Not dead yet?" She asked.

She reached for an item from her belt and said "Don't answer that." She pulled out a long piano wire and a dagger. Setting both down, she moved both arms for the fox, forcing them to be crossed over each other in front of his opened chest. The skin flapped over as she thought, and it started to come out well. The hemlock began to take serious effect on his body as she worked. She noticed the arms thin in front of her, so she moved faster. She quickly got a chair from a nearby table. The sun's rays began to shin in thinly as she continued. "Bats sleep by day, so I got to hurry or you won't get enough rest, am I right?"

Able to think clearly, his thought ran, 'I would like sleep, but why? Could it be? Could . . .' His thoughts began to rumble together, and the drugs effect was so powerful he could on think as in pain, although not at all straight. She created an archaic, but secure, hoist on the rafter. She held it as she jumped down, testing its sturdiness. "There, I think that will hold."

'Monster' his eyes yelled silently. She saw the look and slapped him. "I'm still a lady, a little crazed, yes, but a lady nonetheless." Despite this, his bleeding chest, his pierced hands letting blood flow from his as fast as his heart pumped in its adrenaline craze, he felt his mind laughing hysterically.

She took the scalpel and thin sliced a wring around the bottom of both his legs as his mind created a false ambrosia of bliss. He could not feel pain, and thought of sweet death. He knew it was soon, and he waited, happy waiting. Then, he felt his body lifted, and he did not care. He felt the piano wire be tied around his freshly opened wound and no amount of ecstasy could prevent the pain that followed. She dropped him and held the other end of the piano wire.

"This was fun, but it has to end." She then pulled down on the wire, and he was lifted up. She tugged on the string with her glove hands, and she noticed the hands begin to fall. She then tied the string to the heavy workbench she sliced him on. She jumped onto the desk, taking great care not to step into the thinker puddles of blood. She looked at him, the final sign of life beating in his chest, his eyes were lifeless. "Well, say good bye."

'I . . . will live . . . on-' With that thought, his mind lost its grip on life. His heart broke in two as the dagger pierced though his hands and into his heart. "They will stay in place." She commented with glee. "Oh who am I kidding," She said tugging his cheek. "You can't hear me." She went to the safe she found under the desk. 'Genius?' She questioned in her mind. 'More like paranoid, I could have thought of hiding it here.' She cut a hole in the door with her laser, and then too out the item it contained. The machine was found at last, and only seven emeralds to find. She walked to the basement door and heard a sound on the staircase. She glanced at the window, rays of the rising sun shined through in pure brilliance. She jumped and flew through the window, taking a glance at her work, the fox bat. He shone like a ruby in the mourning sun.

A/n: This is my new favorite chapter....EVER. It took me so long to make, I met my beta IN PERSON and went over it before posting. (Hence, it is late by about three days.) Good news, it is up, and awesome. Plenty of gore, and I don't think there is a person out there who could piss me off, I am so happy. Well, later guys, and for the love of [email protected], Review!