It took a lot of courage that night to plan his return, and Sonic would hate to admit something like that. For what had to be a couple of months he’d had to go through hell and back to try to get to the point that he could escape. Even for someone as brave as him it was bound to have an effect, and if he were to be honest the thought of confronting the feline that had kept him as her slave terrified him. His legs were free; he might not be able to go full speed without his specially-made shoes, but he could run. He could run long and far, and never look back. But he’d still be shackled and collared, and anyone who saw him might turn him in. Scourge had told him, before he was sold, the painful fates that runaway slaves could face. No, he was not going to take that risk, and he knew that getting the keys was the only way for him to truly be free on Moebius. At least, until he found a warp ring or something. Faced with that worse fate, it helped him steel himself for what he had to do.
The trick was avoiding the search teams already looking for him, as naturally he’d already been missed. No doubt the bear servant he’d KO’d had either been found out or had run straight to his mistress as soon as he’d woken up. That made things more difficult, but somehow luck was finally on his side, staying unnoticed long enough to slip in through a window and into the main house where she had kept him after he’d been ‘broken’. The house where she’d bent him to her will, for her own pleasures alone.
The house where she was waiting, pacing furiously as she waited for her servants and the slavedriver officials to finish their search for her escaped pet. Already she knew what kind of punishment he would face, having picked a correctional service, and had sent every servant she had to help look. As soon as he was recaptured her pet would learn how easy she’d been on him in comparison. Though it was with great surprise when she turned down a hall to see her runaway pet, and as her expression changed to rage his changed to one of terror...then anger. She shouted the command that would activate his electroshock restrains, effectively flooring him, then screaming with rage as she realized that they no longer worked; charging forwards to recapture him herself. This would end here and now, however that was.
But it just wasn’t enough to win.
Even having stiff muscles from months of limited mobility, even having lost weight, even without his protective shoes; Sonic was faster than her, more agile, and his legs- and especially his kicks- still held a formidable strength. She was no pushover in a fight, taking advantage of her taller height and heavier build to try to seize and pin him to the floor. But he’d already sparred many times with someone who knew how to wrestle, and mentally he thanked the echidna back home for those times he’d managed to pin him to the ground, and teaching him how to evade. Every time she seemed to get a solid grip on Sonic he either slipped free or forced her to release him with a swing of his spines in her direction. Luck was on his side again as his legs found purchase around her neck, squeezing in a scissors move that his echidna friend had taught him.
Chaos it would be so easy to give in and do it. To feed into is rage over what she’d done to him, and take this too far. But that wasn’t him. As evil as she was he was no killer, and wouldn’t sink as low as her; releasing his grip on her throat once she’d stopped struggling and passed out on the floor. Rubbing at his new bruises he turned away, jogging the rest of the way to her bedroom where he found they keys he needed and finally freed himself from his metal bondage. Not waiting another minute, he bolted for the hills to put as much distance behind him as he could.
, sonic the hedgehog
6 months, 3 weeks ago
04 Nov 2018 02:36 CET
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