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House of Pain; PG-13. Content Warning. Group. Open.
Topic Started: Nov 10 2009, 07:30 AM (7,162 Views)
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Scourge didn't believe him. It wasn't that he didn't believe that he would willingly follow the blue hedgehog but rather that he didn't believe that the same hedgehog would tell Silver to stay behind. He didn't know much about his other former slave but he knew he wouldn't have left Silver behind. If not because he actually cared about the younger hedgehog then because leaving a witness behind was just plain foolish. It was just unfortunate that everyone on the plane that day had been involved in the escape attempt. He had no witnesses to contradict Silver's story so he had to only rely on his intuition.

" Why did you follow him? " Assuming that Silver really did follow him for a moment. In a matter of speaking this answered another question he had: why did Silver continue to protect the other slave even after he'd been caught? " Is it because you really wanted to be free or did you have some other reason? " Somehow he doubted that it was because Silver really wanted to be a Free.

He didn't even know what free was.
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Sure he didn't really know what a Free was but at least he'd gotten a taste of it. In fact, he'd opposed it when Sonic initially took him away. Now that he actually had some idea he wished he'd gotten a chance to have more of it. Though in retrospect, he supposed he knew this would happen sooner or later. Masters always had a funny way of getting their slaves back. He'd never heard of a slave that had actually gotten away and became a Free.

"Because..." It took him a few seconds to come up with a reason. "I wanted to know what was going on. I didn't understand what was happening. I just...I wanted to make sure he was okay." At least most of his answer wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the entire truth. Telling all of his feelings for Sonic probably wasn't the best idea in front of Scourge, someone who wanted to hurt him in any way possible. Besides, he didn't even know his true feelings for the blue hedgehog so why tell even more lies?
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" He would've been fine if you didn't go. "

Might as well have been the bearer of bad news at that point. Scourge rested the bottle he'd been cradling against him so he could explain something rather simple to the wounded slave. " The Marauders had been on my folk's case for 'bout a year now but they couldn't figure out where they were dumping the slaves. They were pretty secretive about the process and had so many people in on it. Well, all it took was one person screwing up to ruin it all for everybody. " Just a few days ago the slave hunters received a break in the case that seemed too good to be true. A weak link in the chain so to say.

Scourge couldn't help but grin because it was so simple. He rolled a shoulder forward and tapped the back of it to indicate something. Say, wasn't that where he marked Silver with the knife before? " Turns out that tracking mineral I put on you really does work. Once Lord Finitevus and the others got a lock on the radiation it let off we were lead right to the island. "

That's right. " They say that curiosity killed the cat. " He added rather casually. " In this case it killed the cat and her litter. "
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OOC: Depressing post ahead, read at your own risk .-.

Silver felt his breath stop in his throat and his eyes widened. He'd been rather calm up until now because he thought he already knew what was coming. This...this he wasn't expecting at all. He cast a glance over his shoulder towards the brand and caught a glimpse of the green mineral. The slave had always thought it was a strange way of branding someone, seemed a little unnecessary, but now he understood why Scourge had branded him like he did. It was all to track him. Suddenly the conversation they'd had right before he was branded made complete sense. He hadn't thought much of it during the actual conversation but now it was all crystal clear. It was all to track him down.

He felt so stupid. And ashamed. It was because of him that all those people were captured again and thrown into slavery. It was because of him that they were going to be treated worse than dirt since they had escaped once. It was because of him that Sonic's family was going to be executed.

It was because of him that Sonic was probably going to die as well. Master was right again. Master was always right. He should have stayed behind. "No..." Was the reply in barely a whisper. In a sense he'd effectively killed everyone in that entire village. He couldn't help it. The tears came again and he began to quietly sob.
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Looks like his work was done here.

When Silver started to crack under the weight of the news he just received he thought it best to finish off his drink. The sound of gulping and liquid swishing around drowned out the sound of the other hedgehog's sobbing. Scourge didn't throw this empty bottle like he did the one before. It seemed like any loud noise or sudden movement would cause the already fragile hedgehog to shatter. He didn't want that too soon. There wouldn't be any sport in it.

Scourge pushed himself off the chair to brush past the shaken slave. " I'm holding you responsible. As far as I'm concerned this is your fault for going against your training and encouraging the slave you were supposed to be watching to leave me. When we get back to the mainland you will be severely punished. If you survive your punishment you'll be sold to a medical lab in Albion where they'll cut you apart piece by piece to figure out how your powers worked. " Worked ... because the general idea was that Silver would be deceased before the end of the research period.

He was going to leave Silver to his misery for a while to check up on the other one so nothing further was said to him. Instruction was given to the crew members just outside of the lounge instead. " I want him to live long enough to make it to shore. Keep an' eye on him and see what can be done about his leg. " His main concern was Silver trying to off himself because he knew that his sentence was coming up. He was going to try and prevent that.

Once the orders were given he started down to the brig ...
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Sonic: Sonic was resting up. He had no clue when somebody was going to come back down to end him or punish him first. Whatever that meant. There was a variety of ways to discipline someone. Sonic had no idea how they were going to handle this. Before, all his actions and remarks had been relatively small compared to this. Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to it, but all he had on his mind was his friends and family. At the moment before Scourge arrived, he was thinking about what may happen to Silver. He couldn't help but blame himself for talking him into coming with him. At least Silver would have had it a lot easier than he was going to have it now. For that... he couldn't help but feel guilty.

Sonic sighed miserably. He looked down at himself, trying to ignore the blood he had dripped on him when he was forced to carry Silver. He felt so exhausted but the anxiety still kept him awake. It was hard to sleep in his position anyway.

Scourge: This time he did not make a pit stop for drinks. Though he said that he held Silver responsible for what happened he knew that it was the other hedgehog's fault. Silver didn't even know what being Free was before that bastard put those twisted thoughts into his innocent mind. Blue was probably trying to get at that poor defenseless slave all the long with his manipulative ways. Then he could run away with him and have Silver all to himself. How very despicable of him! He must have been jealous of all of the 'fun' that they had without him.

The door was opened and closed with little fanfare. Green hardly even looked at the blue hedgehog as he moved to the corner to sit down on an iron bench meant to tether up more unruly prisoners on. It was just a few feet away from the intended target. It was also very hot. So hot that he thought he might have singed his fur on it if not for the thin dress pants he wore.

What to say? He leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees before starting. " Looks like you're off the hook. "

Sonic: Sonic was considerably hot having been left down there even in such a short period of time. He was panting, trying to cool off and failing miserably. Somehow it seemed insignificant the moment Scourge reappeared. He tensed up and tried not to make eye contact but he had to look. As if looking into those careless eyes would at all tell him what he had done to Silver. Was he even alive? Sonic couldn't think about that. But it was scary to think that Silver might have suffered a lot of blood loss. What he hoped was that Scourge would forgive the other slave and patch him up. He already knew what would happen to himself. After all, he had come too close to death multiple times already. His luck couldn't keep up with him, surely.

However, before he had a chance to at least ask about Silver, Scourge surprised him. "...What do you mean?" He gave him a funny look, skeptical and wondering what he was about to get at. Something wasn't right. The last thing he knew Scourge would want to do was 'let him off the hook.'


Scourge: True, but his hands were tied on the matter. He wanted to kill them both back on the island so he could claim to have never found his brother. Now that everyone had seen and heard the loud mouthed blue hedgehog he would have been fingered for offing him if it came from that. Had no choice but to bring the undeserving animal back home so he could get a ... fair trial. Ridiculous. Slaves shouldn't get trials by anyone but their Masters. This one was just lucky, extremely lucky, that he was no ordinary slave.

" Silver is going to take full responsibility for this. Though you were the one who talked him into running off with you, I'm sure, he is the one who will be punished since he outranks you. It was his job to make sure that you both remained safe and he failed miserably. " Silver failed in virtually all of his duties, actually. If he survived his initial punishment he would remember what it was like to truly be a slave. Not those little frilly powder puff slave pets that Scourge tried to make him out to be.

Scourge learned back a bit now to look at the ceiling. " You're not going to be punished. You'll just be locked up for a week or so while we adults sort out some things. "

Sonic: Sonic cringed at the thought. Silver was going to have a hard time but he was sure he could do it. He had to think so. What's more, he wanted to think that Scourge wouldn't be as harsh with him as he has been on himself. Sonic was certain he's experienced the worst the green hedgehog has had to offer. It definitely wasn't pretty. But at the same time he knew that Scourge at least liked Silver somewhat. With that, hopefully he might go a little easier on him. At least him being punished was a lot better to hear than Scourge admitting he was going to kill him or something like that.

Sonic looked at him funny trying to figure out what was going on. He hated that he felt like he really had no clue about his life anymore. Something was keeping Scourge from acting out against him. "What's so different now?" Before, he wouldn't have hesitated a second to push him down for looking at him. Now, having really done something wrong, he was going to ignore it? The guy had a lot more self control than he thought possible.

Scourge: Not even bringing the gun he used earlier into the 'negotiations' helped significantly. He checked all of his weapons before paying Silver a visit earlier. Scourge was no doctor and there were no doctors on board the ship. Currently his other slave was making due with a handful of medically trained crewmen who would hopefully stop the bleeding in his leg. Though his punishment could have been delivered right there and then Scourge wasn't certain if the shock would kill him or not. Since he was only going to get a chance to punish one of them he may as well make it count.

So what was so different from a few days ago? " Your little secret's out. " Rumors that one of Lord Scourge's slaves was actually a Lord himself were flying around ever since that loudmouth blurted it out the night he gave him to those guards. Now the King and his Councilmen knew for certain that the second son of the House Hedgehog survived. " Your folks spilled the beans in hopes you wouldn't be killed when we broke up their operation. I can touch a slave but I can't touch a Lord the same or equal rank as me. We're not too sure where you sit on the totem pole so we're just gonna assume until we get this straightened out. "

Technically Scourge could touch him but - " I'm in enough trouble already. " - he didn't want to end up paying even more money out of his loaded pockets. With his wealth jail time was an impossibility.

Sonic: His breath got caught in his throat. His secret? ...Sonic was fearful for a number of reasons. The last he heard about that getting out was that he would most certainly die. Though for whatever reason before, Scourge had kept him around. He supposed now he was beginning to figure out why. Scourge was afraid because he too was considered of a high status despite where he wound up. Interesting.

"Then I'm not a slave." Or at least he'd always like to think so. How could a brand outweigh the fact that he was born with the rights to be King. Or... something like that. Sonic was still trying to understand it all. But then why wasn't he just killed like what was told to him before? What difference did it make now? Did he have any say in this at all? If so... He couldn't wait to start talkin'.

Scourge: " Technically. "

The situation was a rather complex one that never should have happened. Pretenders to the Throne like this blue hedgehog should have been killed off well before their eighteenth birthday as per the King's orders. While siblings of heirs in lower Houses that never stood a chance at the throne were often allowed to live those from the Houses of top Males and Females were usually put down as not to complicate the chosen heir's legality to the throne.

Children in notable Houses were not legally recognized to be Lords and Ladies until their eighteenth birthday. As such the law that prohibited the deaths of these individuals does not apply to them until their eighteenth birthday. Blue's luck shone on him just long enough to allow him to live past his eighteenth birthday which was but a few days ago. Now his legal status was in jeopardy. Was he a slave because he was branded first or a Lord because he was born to be one? That was for the courts to decide.

Thinking quickly his eyes locked with the other hedgehog. " Now don't you get any ideas, you. This is still an ongoing investigation. I'm just going to not touch you anymore. You're just gonna stay locked up where you are until we can get you to the palace. " The palace? That was where he was ordered to be held. The King didn't trust him enough to allow him back to the estate.

Sonic: Sonic couldn't help but feel a tad excited about the idea. He may not have to live out his life as a slave after all. The fact that he was considered a possible heir to a throne like Scourge was just... Extremely lucky. Sonic would have never thought it possible before and thus had never even considered the ridiculous notion. It seemed his life was just full of surprises this year. It was very difficult to keep up with.

Sonic stared at him for a moment, wondering what he could say. "If I'm not a slave, then maybe you should hear me out. Just for a second..." He really wasn't sure how much he'd get to say but there was a lot of things he felt like he needed to get off his chest whether or not it'd make a bit of difference at all. "I know some things our parents did was wrong. I know that they should have given you a lot more attention." Sonic was certain that most of Scourge's hostility towards him was jealousy. His parents were totally in the wrong for having neglected him as much as they did but they did a lot of good too. "I'm sure that they'd want to make it up to you but didn't know how. They knew that all of this was screwed up. Just look at the society. What gives anyone the right to pick who is worthy? Haven't you considered what would have happened if you were on my end of this? How you would feel? It could have been you just as easily as it was me." Didn't that make him want to be at least a little less selfish and even at all curious enough to want to get to know his only brother? Most wouldn't have had the chance since their siblings were killed so young. Instead, he didn't even care to know his name. "A week ago I was just a slave. Now all of a sudden I could be something more to you people? I'm the same person." That alone should prove how little sense this all made.

"I know you hate what Silver did but don't you think you would have wanted the same? He didn't conspire against you. He just wanted a chance to feel like he was really somebody. Not a pet. His own person and to really be himself. You'll never get to see him like that unless you give him a chance. And if you don't, you're really missing out."
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He had just enough patience to wait until the end of his brother's little speech. His facial expression remained neutral until the very end. A large part of that involved the liquor he consumed shortly before coming in here. The heat was sweating out most of the actual water he retained so his mind was beginning to get a little fuzzy from the leftover alcohol. After this he had to go get some water. Plain water. Seriously. Then maybe he'd catch a few hours sleep.

First thing's first. He pushed himself off the edge of the bench to approach the blue hedgehog now. Without a hint of hesitation he raised his left foot up and back as he neared before snapping it forward to kick the downed hedgehog swiftly between his legs. His foot did not leave the area after that, either. Instead he bore down on that area with the toe of his boot as he leaned down into the other hedgehog. " You know nothing about this culture, our country, or my little family situation. You don't know me. You don't know what I had to go through. How many birthdays they missed. How many times they forgot. How long I stayed up waiting at nights because they said they'd come but they're up there in some hick village taking care of you. "

More pressure was applied to that sweet spot that he kicked. He pushed forward and began to twist his foot around to rub the bottom side of his shoe into that sensitive area. " They should have killed you. I should have killed you. You should be dead. That would have made everyone's lives easier. The only reason you're still suckin' air right now is because of the same system you're talking shit about, so don't you dare think otherwise. "

Then he reached down to snatch one of the blue hedgehog's ears. Pulling forward and up he angled it so he could speak some venom soaked words. " You better pray the Council rules in your favor or you'll end up right beside the hedgehogs who love you so damn much. "

Letting go of Sonic's ear he started for the door; stepping up and onto Sonic's waist briefly so he could twist around and start in that direction. There was nothing more that needed to be said. He got his bitter feelings off his chest.
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OOC: Ox Holy crap ouch.



Well... that could have went better.

Sonic did brace himself for an emotional response but couldn't have even came close to the reaction he got. The blue hedgehog really did try to be understanding and nice about it. Despite the inexcusable ways his brother had treated him, he wanted to understand it. He wanted Scourge to understand him. Unfortunately, a lifetime of problems wasn't going to get an easy solution.

Seriously, there wasn't enough words in the world to describe just exactly how much pain he was in. It was even worse that time one of those guards lashed out at him. He just kicked him. Scourge not only kicked him but was practically crushing him.

The cries of pain were nearly enough to drown out Scourge's own hate filled speech. His hands balled into fists from behind, nails digging in against his hands as his body jerked, trying to relieve the pressure and get away from him. He was a sitting duck!

"S-Stop!" He choked, his face red. It felt really hard to breathe and he felt extremely sick to his stomach. It was hard to really take in Scourge's words with that painful distraction. Tears built at his eyes from the sheer reflex of it all. He was certain he'd never be able to reproduce after this.

What he couldn't possibly ignore was what was sworn so hatefully into his ear. Sonic swallowed hard, certain he might pass out from the pain. He wasn't sure if it was fortunate that he didn't since the pain stayed with him long after Scourge lifted his foot off of him. He tried pulling his legs together and doubling over, teeth clenched.

Yeah, nothing left to be said here.
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Back home, Silver's punishment.



Scourge: Silver was only allowed medical attention to ensure he didn't die from blood loss. The bullet was removed from his leg and the leg patched up to the maximum extent that Lord Scourge would allow it. After that he was thrown into a storage closet in the Hedgehog Estate. No food. No water. No contact with the outside world for three days while he took care of matters in Moebotropolis. The Lord was required to go to the trial of his parents. He was also held accountable for his actions against the potential Lord Sonic. As punishment for his cruelty against him he was required to pay a heavy fee. He actually had to hock some stuff to pay the fine and avoid being thrown into jail for seventy two hours (the maximum for the crime). Of the things he sold to cover his expenses were those expensive shoes that he bought Silver months before.
    
    
He would be getting no more presents from his Lord.

It was late one night that Lord Scourge returned to his estate. Tired, alone, and in need of a way to vent out his anger over the final and most extensive of the three court trials: the trial to determine his brother's legal status. After court was suspended for the day Scourge decided to visit the one who begged him to let Sonic live in the first place. It was time to repay him.
    
    
Maggie, the mild manner maid, hardly got the door opened before Scourge shoved her out of the way. " I need my bull-whip, a case of beer, leather binds, and the bag in the closet of my quarters delivered to the downstairs dungeon. Tell Helga to call Lord Finitevus here an' make him something sweet for his troubles. " It was midnight but he didn't care. He had to get it done. " After that you and the servants are dismissed. Go home. Go to the bar. I don't care. I don't want you here. "

The raccoon looked a little startled but did not deny the young hedgehog. " Yes, my Lord. " She uttered.
    
    
Scourge probably didn't hear him. He was already making his way to the closet ...


Silver: The closet had been locked so even if Silver wanted to get out, he couldn't. Without his powers he was weak. Scourge seemed to know this. That was why it was so easy to confine him.
    
Tired, cold, hungry, and dehydrated, the white hedgehog barely moved for those three days. With luck Scourge just forgot about him and he'd die of dehydration. Unfortunately, it seemed that he would get no such luck. After being in the dark for three days and his eyes adjusting to it, Silver was not prepared for the light that struck his eyes as the closet door suddenly opened. Accidently yelping and covering his eyes.

Scourge: " Get up. " The silhouette of a hedgehog was there looking down on the shivering hedgehog. There was no love for the white hedgehog in those cold blue eyes. In fact they narrowed in disgust in the slave's direction as he instructed him. He was a bit conflicted over whether or not to make this a suggestion or an order. Silver was still technically his slave. He had his papers and Silver had his collar and brand. Scourge wanted nothing more to do with his runaway slaves, however, and intended on making this his final night with Silver.
    
    
He pulled open the door fully so Silver could come out. " Get out of there. I don't even want to touch you anymore. " He developed such disgust for the other hedgehog over these past few days that it became apparent in his tone. Scourge was bitter, very bitter, and needed some way to channel his anger.

Silver: An arm over his face to shield his eyes from the light, Silver couldn't exactly figure out what would happen. He was being let out, but was that a good thing or a bad thing? Judging by Scourge's expression, a bad thing. This was not the time to be disobeying orders.
    
He stood up, wobbling a little on his feet, before kneeling right back down and grabbing his leg. The bullet wound was still fresh and still hurt. Put too much pressure on it and it could start bleeding again. Scourge didn't seem to care though. The next time Silver tried to stand up he was a little more successful in getting himself out of the closet. But that was about as far as he could go.

Scourge: It had better not be. Scourge had a critical eye on the white hedgehog's body as he limped out of the closet. All of those months fleshing him out from being half starved and ensuring that he had a luxurious coat with special soaps and shampoo had been wasted. He was skinny, filthy, weak, and completely not what the slave of a noble should be. To think of all of the money he wasted on him! That was money he would never see again. And he hated losing money.
    
    
At least there was one thing that he could hock on him still. Without a word he reached out for the white collar around Silver's throat and yanked it off. It came off rather easily due to a safety precaution built into the collar. These fancy collars were not supposed to be removed by force because the slaves wearing them were supposed to be tame. Any bit of pressure from force or otherwise would cause it to snap off.
    
    
Scourge took the collar and pocketed it without hesitation. " To the basement. " Silver knew where it was because they'd been down there a few times before. It was the place that he was branded and the place where Sonic had been punished many times over the last few months. " Walk in front of me so I can get an eye on you. " And if he walked too slow ...
    

Silver: He'd been leaning against the wall before Scourge yanked off his collar. The force nearly caused the skinny and malnourished hedgehog to topple over. Luckily he stood his ground and managed to stay on his feet. Silver eyed the Lord pleadingly. He was expecting him to walk? He could barely walk like this!
    
But he didn't have a choice. If he didn't obey he was sure an even worse punishment was in store. He was already in trouble. Though Silver wasn't sure how much worse it could get. Limping as fast as he could in front of Scourge. Though he wasn't sure why he was ordered to walk in front of him. It's not like he could run away like this, let alone get far.
    
The layout of the house was still memorized. Once Silver got to the stairs he came to a halt. No way he could travel down those.

Scourge: There was no warmth in those cold blue eyes for the pleading hedgehog. Since he did not say or do anything it could be assumed that he would have to walk the entire distance from the closet to the basement dungeon. It was approximately 750 feet away from their current location but Silver should be able to make it. Or else.
    
    
Silver should have known what was coming when he came to the steps. The door leading down to the lower section was already open like it normally was. Scourge left the upper door open whenever he was home in case the dungeon needed to be used. Whenever a slave (usually Sonic) needed to be punished he instructed them to go on ahead to the dungeon. Then, at the top of the stairs, the Master came and unceremoniously pushed the slave down to the bottom.
    
    
The same thing would happen here. Without much warning Scourge approached the weakened white hedgehog and shoved him down the flight of stairs to the landing at the bottom. He didn't care if Silver was injured or not.

Silver: He wasn't sure what was more painful: walking down those stairs himself or getting pushed. Either way his whole body would hurt. And Scourge would have probably pushed him down the stairs anyway since he'd be going so slow. Well now he couldn't feel his arm. It was either dislocated or broken, whichever works. Silver pushed himself up off the ground with one arm, nearly collapsed, but somehow managed to get himself standing. He wouldn't dare voice his very apparent pain or even say anything at all. At least...try not to.

Scourge: Silver was showing an admirable amount of strength in continuing to comply with his requests. More than he would expect from the timid hedgehog that he'd taken care of these past few months. Honestly he expected more resistance from Silver since he was so adamant about staying with Sonic. It seems that without the blue hedgehog's prescience he'd lost a lot of his will to fight ... and that was a shame. He was expecting a challenge.
    
    
" You're about to get whipped. " That much was a given. He was just waiting for Maggie to come back with his bag now. " You're gonna get 50 for running away from me, 50 for allowing him to run away from me, 50 for continuing to resist after we found you, 50 for attacking Lord Finitevus, and 100 for lying to me during your interrogation. When and if you survive this you're going to be resold to a research facility in Albion and never see that fucker again. "
    

    
Maggie, who just arrived, winced at the punishment but did not object to it. Instead she wordlessly handed him the bag. " Lord Finitevus will arrive in ten minutes. "
    
    
" Good. You're dismissed. " He shooed the raccoon away as he shouldered his duffel bag. Now he was descending the stairs. " Get in there. " He ordered. He wanted to get this over with.

Silver: Counting in his head how many whippings that would be, Silver came up with 300. He'd never been whipped that much before at once. It was obvious he wasn't going to survive now. At least he wouldn't be alive when he was experimented on. But this was going to be a very painful death. The first twenty probably wouldn't bother him too much since he was used to being whipped time and time again. 300? No way.
    
Silver made it to the center of the room before he collapsed again. He couldn't go any farther. His leg was screaming at him to rest along with the rest of his body after being pushed down the stairs. Scourge would either have to drag him somewhere else or whip him right here because he wasn't and couldn't move on his own.
    
It didn't matter if he never saw Sonic again. That was probably the best for the blue hedgehog. Yet Silver once again came to Sonic's aid. "I...didn't lie..." His voice was incredibly hoarse from it being so dry. The logical thing to do was to get him water but that wasn't going to happen, he assumed.

Scourge: Two Hundred was the regulated limit for a non-lethal whipping. Anything more ran the risk of having the slave die from blood loss, causing critical internal damage from repeated strikes, or causing difficult injuries that would lead to a lethal infection. Sonic usually got between eighty and a hundred lashes whenever he angered him enough to get the whip. His brother proved to have a pretty strong will, and back, which was why he always got more then the usual twenty one. He never whipped Silver before in contrast so he didn't know how much his body could take. That's why he called in Lord Finitevus. Scourge actually wanted Silver to survive this whipping so he could be punished further.

Silver was pushing it now, though. At this point after hearing testimony from the crewman on the family aircraft who were involved in the escape attempt during his parent's trial he knew that Silver was taken away from him against his will. It was pointless to continue to lie to him. " - and you'll get a hundred more for lying just now. " Green snorted as he placed the bag on top of the table in the corner. He opened it to remove some essential tools he'd need for the little operation he was about to take on. Interesting Scourge picked up a pair of thick work gloves and put them on. " You should just keep your mouth shut. " There was nothing less to discuss.
    
 Scourge also pulled a pair of pliers from the bag and tested them. They looked to be in good working order. Should be. He bought these new thinking he was going to have to use them on the blue one. Instead he was approaching the downed white hedgehog and crouching down ...

Silver: A hundred more added. Now he was certain he wouldn't survive. What good would it do to bring Finitevus here? The now four hundred lashes would still kill him either way. Silver knew he was a fool for speaking out but he had to try. No, only gotten more punishment. This was nothing new for him so far, aside for the insane amount of lashes. He'd been starved, whipped, even beaten. But this would probably prove to be too much.
    
At first he didn't notice the green hedgehog approach him from the side. Once he got close enough though, Silver snapped out of his daze and eyed the pliers. Okay, that was new. Why did he get the feeling he really didn't want to know what those would be used for?


Scourge: This was just a precaution. Hedgehogs had a hard layer of spines to protect their backs against all sorts of things. That was part of the reason why Sonic could take so many lashes. He knew that under the layer of hard spines lay a layer of extremely sensitive skin that doesn't get much contact due to the spines. This was one of the most sensitive areas on the hedgehog's body due to lack of exposure. Well, he was going to expose it.
    
    
Scourge used his right hand to roll over one of Silver's two large clusters of back spikes to spread down out a little. Then he gripped one of the quills towards the middle with the pliers. Silver may or may not feel this depending on how sensitive he was. He would certainly feel when Scourge suddenly yanked backwards with a small twist to rip the quill clean out of his back.

The process was legally called 'dequilling'. This was the more direct solution to the spine problem in hedgehogs and porcupine slaves. The quills were either ripped, cut, or burned out one by one until there were none left in the target area. Since the process was so painful (akin to having a limb ripped off) and inhumane it was very rarely used in comparison to simply bunting the quills. Most saw it as inhumane. Scourge was now using it as punishment.

Silver: All he felt was Scourge messing with his quills at first. Silver didn't think much of his spines, he didn't even realize that they were the reason why hedgehogs could stand so many lashes. He'd taken them for granted and would now pay the price. A little tug then a ripping sound and all Silver could feel was pain. He shrieked, unable to help it, and instinctively tried to run away from what was causing him so much pain. But his legs refused to cooperate and all he managed to do was twist himself so his back was facing away from Scourge.
    
Of course that had the unfortunate side effect of him actually seeing the green hedgehog's expression and the mess of quills in the pliers’ grip. His quills. This was insane!

Scourge: No surprise there. They say that having a quill ripped out is one of the most painful things a hedgehog would ever experience. Quills were very deeply embedded into the back and did not come out easily. It took a fair amount of force for him to remove even one. These quills didn't grow back easily, either. It'd take weeks if not months for his back quills to fully grow out again. Some slavers prevented them from ever growing in again by burning off the pores once the process was done. Scourge didn't plan on going that far ... at least if Silver cooperated with him.
    
    
His eyes widened when Silver actually showed a sign of resistance. Instinctively he whipped his hands away as not to get cut on what he believed would be raising spines but it looked like the white hedgehog was too weak to even properly defend himself. It was just a losing battle for him. " Back on your belly, slave - " He growled. " - or I'll remove more then just the back quills. " He intended on just removing the smaller quills on his back since that was where he'd be whipping, but if Silver insisted ...

Silver: He wouldn't. The slave knew better than to insist such a thing. With a weak whimper Silver turned back around and lied on his belly, as ordered. If lashings didn't kill him then the pain from this would. One quill was bad enough and Silver had the "pleasure" of having most of his back ripped out. He bit his lip and was determined not to scream at this but knew it was futile. But Master had ordered him not to scream, right? He might as well try to obey at least one order no matter how much of a loss it was.

Scourge: Actually Silver could scream during this part. He'd just been told to shut up about the whole running away incident. Screaming would be allowed for however long Scourge could tolerate it. It did some heart some good to know that he could still spread around such misery. So he began to pluck the quills out one at a time starting on the side closest to him. The quills were deposited into a tray where he'd be able to take them away once the process was over. Leaving them where they were would've been silly. The quills could have been used as a weapon in this form and he didn't need Silver getting anymore stupid ideas.
    

    
Dr. Finitevus: About a quarter of the way through Lord Finitevus came from the door. The servants upstairs were kind enough to prepare a slice of beef and some wine for him since it was rather late at night. The echidna put the food on the table and brought only a glass full of his drink of choice to the scene. " I see you're doing the dequilling. "
    
    

Scourge: " Yeah. " He replied at he pulled out another. " It hurt like a bitch when you showed me. Figured that if one hurt that much then a couple hundred of them will teach 'im. " Finitevus took a rather hands on approach to his teachings. No wonder he was so skilled.
    

    
Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus nodded and then looked at Silver's back. " Eventually his adrenaline will kick in and numb his back, however. He'll build up a resistance to the treatment. " That was the downside to any sort of punishment. If a slave grew used to it the effect would be lost. In that case - " You'll need to do something more to make the pain stick. "
    
    

Scourge: Scourge nodded. " Mm. Yeah. " He gestured with his head back to the table. " Go get that blue bottle out my bag, doc'. "
Silver: Silver really needed something to grab on to. Anything. Clawing at the ground wasn't helping this any further. Hurt was an understatement. Silver's whole back felt like it was on fire, not just the spots where the quills had been ripped out. He tried his best but sometimes when Scourge yanked just a little too hard, Silver would scream. Tears came from his eyes without his consent. It felt like his whole body was against him.
    
When Lord Finitevus walked into the room Silver was mercifully given a few seconds of a break. It wasn't near long enough and he cried out again at the sudden rip. Silver had only caught a few bits of that conversation but got the gist of it. Unfortunately for him, the numbing hadn't started yet. He could feel every tear as well as the last one. And Scourge wasn't even close to being done.

Scourge: Silver wouldn't have much longer to suffer. It took fifteen minutes to do one side of Silver's back and ten for the other. When he finished he had a tray filled with off-white quills and little bits of skin that he accidentally plucked off from instances where he pulled too hard. Already his back looked raw and red from droplets of blood seeping out of his wound but he hadn't even started whipping him yet. He asked Finitevus' opinion on the wounds and determined that they weren't serious enough for him to have a premature healing. It was all right to move onto the next phase.
    
    
He took the bottle that Finitevus got for him and dumped its contents on Silver's back. Inside were tiny finely ground pieces of salt that he purchased precisely for this process. Salt this finely made was extremely expensive so he had to save it for a special occasion.
    
    
Once the salt was dumped onto his back he used his still gloved hands to press and rub it in. If Silver thought the burning sensation was bad before he should wait until the chemicals in the salt reacted to his raw flesh and blood! The idea behind this concept was not only to cause him more discomfort but to temporarily plug the wounds that he made with a makeshift bandage. This would help him survive the process a little longer since the indents left behind by the dequilling and the force of the whip would drive the salt into his wounds and further act as a stopper.

Silver: This was ten times worse than before. Literally rubbing salt in his open wounds, a loud scream he was trying to hold in made itself know, longer than the others. It was reduced to faint whimpers as his dry throat couldn't handle it. He clawed hard at the ground below once Scourge began to rub in the chemicals. Any numbing that had managed to take effect was instantly gone. Silver was silently wishing he wouldn't live to feel the lashes. Now he knew what would happen. His skinned back was going to be whipped.
    
"P-please...Master..." His voice came out in barely a whisper. "Mercy...please..." Finitevus might be surprised. Silver hadn't begged for mercy in years. Not since he first took the hedgehog in. How sad. Completely and utterly pathetic. Silver could accept death. He could accept that his body would be ripped apart after he'd died. It was painful enough and all he wanted was the first part.

Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus was more surprised that Silver expected mercy then anything. He was raised better then that. He should have known that a slave was supposed to follow their Master's will no matter how dreadful the end result would be. " Were you willing to give me mercy when you attacked me? Whether you approved of the position you were in or not it did not change the fact that I was the one who raised you, taught you, and took care of you in hopes that you would become something significant one day. I do not keep slaves that I don't see any potential in long as I kept you. " He kept Silver longer then any of his slaves. It infuriated him to think that Silver was willing to throw everything away over an insignificant hedgehog.
    
    
" You would have killed me without a second thought if you'd had the chance. " The reason he spoke was because he knew that some of Scourge's anger in the situation stemmed over he himself being attacked. He was trying to make Silver realize how much he wounded them both. Still he didn't think the hedgehog would understand and for that he waved lightly with one hand. " Continue. "
    

    
Scourge: Scourge was taking a breather from the dequilling. It took a lot out of his hands to pluck so many. When prompted he threw the pliers down over top of the tray of quills and stood erect. " What makes you think you deserve our mercy? "
    

    
Silver: Without a second thought was kind of harsh. He hadn't been thinking rationally when he initially threw that piece of flaming building at Finitevus. Then he'd realized what he did. Silver was almost relieved when Scourge stepped in. He couldn't kill anyone, let alone a Noble. But his will to protect Sonic had taken him a little too far.
    
"Would have...done the same...if not ordered...not to..." Finitevus had nearly been ready to kill both him and Sonic. If Scourge hadn't told them to make sure they were alive then he was sure the Lord would have killed them without a second thought. Finitevus did not tolerate betrayal.
    
"Little mercy...please. Just want...to die. That's all. Please use...my body however you want to...when that happens."

Scourge: Silver's request caused the echidna and hedgehog to look at each other oddly. Finitevus had his on response but silently conceded for Scourge to make the final decision with a nod. Silver was his slave now so whatever he decided to do with him he'd humbly respect. He had a feeling they would both have the same answer for him, though.
    
" Nah. " Scourge replied nonchalantly as he made his way to the table. Inside of his bag was his favorite braided bull whip with the wire cracker at the end. He took the whip and uncoiled it so he could test its strength. It was a little worn from whipping Sonic so many times but he figured that it had one last round to go in it. That was fine with him. This whip served him very well in breaking the spirits of two high strung slaves. " That's the easy way out. I want you to live just long enough for you to wish you'd never caught my eye when I walked in the store that day. "
    
    
Green then moved into position behind Silver, looking to Finitevus as he did. " I want you to check him every ten sets to make sure he stays conscious. " That was why he called Finitevus down here in the first place. " Try an' use your best judgment when it comes to patching him up. " Whenever Silver was wounded too gravely or lost too much blood they'd have an intermission just for that. In the meantime ...
    
    
Once Finitevus gave the signal Scourge snapped back that whip and brought it forward.


Silver: Of course. What was he thinking? Ears drooped and Silver looked away. In that case, he'd say something that wouldn't make a difference now. "Don't worry..." he mumbled, coughing up some blood from his incredibly dry throat. "I already wish...I hadn't caught your eye. Was trying to avoid you...anyway." Something came to mind and Silver had to smile. A very Sonic-like smile, one he'd seen almost all the time that one precious week.
    
He braced himself for the lashings that followed. If Finitevus was checking every ten whips then they'd be up all night. Silver was certain he'd fall unconscious sooner or later but that little "problem" would be solved rather quickly with the echidna's special electric shock.
    
Normally twenty lashings wouldn't be so bad. Now that he'd been dequilled, the whipping was just as bad as the actual dequilling process. How was this much pain possible? Perhaps now Scourge and Finitevus were happy to hear his weak screams.


Scourge: See? This is why Scourge told him to keep his mouth shut.
    
    
In an instant that whip was dropped and he was making his way over to the white hedgehog. He slowed only long enough to swoop down and retrieve the bloody pliers that were laying on top of the tray. With those pliers clenched in his dominate hand he approached Silver and unceremoniously kicked him in the ribs in hopes of flipping him onto his salted back.
    
    
If Silver didn't feel it just rolling over he would when he pressed that same boot against his chest and leaned into it to apply pressure as he glared down at the white hedgehog. “ What the fuck did you just say? " It didn't matter. He'd already heard him and it was going to do something drastic because of it.
    
    
Scourge didn't even wait for a response from this ungrateful bitch. He just reached down with his free hand and grasped his nose, pinching, and squeezing in hopes of getting the white hedgehog's mouth open. Then the pliers were going in ...

    
    
Silver: The kick forced him on his side but Silver was pushed onto his back by an enraged Master. Groaning weakly in pain, it was hard to tell what Scourge would do after that. It was harder to breathe when his nose was pinched and even harder when those pliers from before forced themselves inside. How could he answer like this? He could taste blood, his blood, on them. He would be terrified, and he was a little bit because he had no idea what was going through the green hedgehog's mind, but he expected this retaliation. Now the only question was, what damage would this do?

Scourge: Silver might feel the sharp tip of the pliers messing around with something deep in his throat. He prodded around until he found it, then opened the pliers and went in for the kill. What Silver would feel now was a sensation that resembled choking as he grabbed a hold of something inside of the helpless white hedgehog's throat and forcibly ripped it out. This wasn't something that came out easily, either. It took quite a bit of force to slice what he was holding onto in half.
    
    
Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus' eyes widened when Scourge went in for the kill but he did nothing to stop him. This could have ended very badly if Scourge messed up or missed his mark. When the deed was done he did get up to approach them.

Scourge: " Patch 'im up. "

Dr. Finitevus: Silver would need that or else he'd choke on his own blood very quickly.
    
    
The Lord knelt down by Silver's side and took a hold of his head to steady him. " Don't try to speak. " No sound would come out until Finitevus placed his hand over Silver's throat and passed on some cool blue energy. Scourge just caused critical damage to Silver's vocal cords. Though he couldn't completely repair them he could patch them together and stop the bleeding. That was precisely what he intended to do.
    
    

Scourge: Scourge just scoffed. " Hurry up, man. My hand's itchin'. "

Silver: He would have screamed but suddenly found that he could not. All Silver knew was that something was pooling up in his throat and was starting to choke him. He gagged but it was weak. Only little slivers of the rapidly pooling blood would make their way out of Silver's mouth. He clutched his neck, trying desperately to breathe, but found himself being pushed away. Finitevus was holding his head steady.
    
The energy he felt seemed similar to his own. Silver found it a gift. Something merciful throughout the entire process, something to stop, or at least halt, the pain. It gave him enough leverage to turn himself back onto his side and cough up the blood that had gathered. The bleeding had stopped for now but how long would that last? And if he somehow survived this, then he probably wouldn't be talking anytime soon. Not that it was a problem since Silver wasn't planning living through this.

Scourge: No one asked Silver what he was planning.
    
    
Scourge specifically called Dr. Finitevus over here to ensure that he remained healthy enough to fully serve out his punishment. That meant he was going to survive this whipping so he could linger in his pain long enough to be resold to that lab in Albion. A slave would learn nothing if they were outright killed. Since he made such a valiant effort to stay alive despite his wishes the least he'd do was make him regret his decision. To regret everything, really.
    
    
" Get back. " That was enough. He could still see that the white hedgehog was moving from where he stood. He'd already walked back to his starting position and had the whip ready. All he needed was for Finitevus to take a step backwards so he was out of the line of fire and then - CRACK!
    
    
One. Two. Three. Four -

The blows came down rapidly with absolutely no rest in between: a brutal onslaught of blows designed to vent his own frustrations when it came to that formerly timid slave. How much money he wasted was a big factor. In feeding, clothing, and educating this ingrate who was willing to throw everything away in an instant. Then there was the betrayal, the disobedience, the attempts at defiance even after he'd been caught. That lack of remorse that reminded him so much of that other slave he hated.
    
    
He should have killed Sonic when he had the chance. Then Silver wouldn't have been ruined!


Silver: At his completely bare back, protective quills gone and all, the lashes he'd received when he first started out as a slave were nothing compared to this. He thought he was used to this kind of pain. Certainly not with these circumstances. With his vocal cords severely damaged all Silver could muster in place of the obvious screaming were raspy whimpers. But it had done the trick.
    
He would say his back felt like it was on fire but that would be an understatement. The pain was making him dizzy, his vision blurred, and he'd lost count of the whippings after twenty-three. Perhaps he'd passed out for a split second before forced awake by another crack.


Dr. Finitevus: At fifty Scourge stopped so Finitevus could heal up Silver. The doctor moved quickly and used a general circulation incantation to put a stop to Silver's bleeding. That caused the cool energy to flow through the slave's articulatory system and patch up the wounds it encountered along the way. Finitevus did it this way because it was easier and more accurate then spot healing each wound. There would also be a bit of delay in which the wounds continue to heal even after he stepped away. This ensured they were largely closed whenever Scourge started whipping him again. If he was unconscious then he'd be coaxed awake with a shock to the nervous system when the healing is complete.
    
    
Scourge: Fifty more went by without the green hedgehog showing any signs of letting up. Again he motioned for Finitevus to check on the white hedgehog to make sure he was still hanging in there. Before he could step away one more order was given. " Flip 'em. "
    
    
Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus looked hesitant but followed through with the command anyway. Slaves were very rarely whipped on the front because it more often then not interfered with their work. Back wounds healed rather quickly compared to wounds on the front because there's less movement back there. On both sides a slave would feel some type of discomfort every time they moved. Scourge obviously wanted Silver to suffer throughly. A hedgehog's stomach was so sensitive ...
    
    
He grabbed Silver by the shoulder and unceremoniously flipped him over.



Silver: It all seemed like some sort of twisted little game. Get whipped, healed, then get whipped again and again. Silver couldn't be sure how many lashes he'd received so far. All he knew was that there were many more to come, no matter how many it seemed like he got.
    
His back landed with a soft thud on the floor, causing Silver's eyes to suddenly widen and push himself up with his arms. If his back couldn't take it before the whippings then it couldn't take it now. He only managed to push himself a few centimeters off the ground before he caught on with what was about to happen. Silver had only gotten whipped on his stomach one before and it was an experience he didn't want to relive. But now he didn't have a choice. He couldn't even beg anymore, not that his pleading would actually be heard.


Scourge: According to Scourge's watch it took approximately two hours and forty five minutes to administer the four hundred and fifty lashes. At one point they had to have an intermission because the doctor was having problems reviving the slave but the show continued on (thank goodness). Scourge had Finitevus rotate Silver every hundred lashes so the front, back, and both sides of his torso received a thorough lashing. He'd be surprised if there was any white left on him after all of this let alone any fur.
    
    
Scourge motioned for Finitevus to roll the hedgehog across his back one last time following the final healing. This last wound would not be allowed to be healed with the doctor's incantations. He took a step forward and raised his whip one last time. CRACK! The Lord aimed for an unusual spot that was usually off limits for a slaver: the face. It was also a sensitive spot so he aimed for the forehead right below the head-quills when he struck him. His intent was to leave a mark, a permanent mark, with the four hundred and fifty first blow that was supposed to remind of of the one thing that he should have never forgotten. He was just a slave.

A worthless slave.
    
    
Another snap could be heard, and felt, with that last whip. That was the sensation of the whip he'd been using literally crumbling in his hands. It was a mixture of the force, blows, and the sweat and moisture that accumulated that did his trusty bull-whip in. Scourge dropped what remained of the handle having finished with his task, then looked to Finitevus. " Let's go. "


Silver: There was barely any white fur left. Only bits of skin and lots of red. No matter where he turned now there would be pain. And lots of it. The healings by Lord Finitevus actually took him by surprise at first but it was easy to see where Scourge was going with them, even to someone like Silver. They were making sure he stayed alive. Cruel and unusual, just how slave owners liked it.
    
Four hundred and fifty lashes later, Silver let out a soft and raspy breath he didn't know he was holding in. When Scourge didn't start whipping him right away after Finitevus had finished...well, was that the end? Was he finished? Apparently not. The reminder of what he really was hit him hard. And with it not allowed to be healed, it would certainly leave a visible scar. That last whipping was the final straw for Silver. Easily passing out and even if he was awake he couldn't move. And thankful that a shock didn’t come to wake him up.
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After the trials...



Scourge: This was all his fault!

At least now Scourge knew what -his- name was: Sonic Maurice Hedgehog. The first born son in the House Hedgehog. Scourge learned a lot about his brother since dragging him back from his little island vacation by force with the help of the Marauders. He learned a lot about his parents, too. Mainly that they were a pair of traitors who stole thousands of slaves away from their owners illegally and lied to the King about their first born's whereabouts. After a lengthy seven day trial they were found guilty and sent to jail for sentencing. If the old King sentenced them they'd be put to death. If their son ever became King then there was a chance they may live. A slim chance.

Whether or not their son would even become King was now put into question. Scourge first had to be cleared of treason by being involved with his parents. That was easy enough since he knew nothing of their intricate operation. The harder trial was whether or not Scourge qualified to be King because he was second born to Sonic. The third and final trial was for simple assault against a Noble (his brother). That was the only trial that Sonic was allowed to be present for, briefly, before Scourge was found guilty of spilling Noble Blood. For that crime he opted to pay a fine to avoid being sent to jail with his parents. Having paid his 'debt' to society and cleared his name he seemed to be back in the running for King ...

If not for Sonic. Sonic complicated everything, really. After a bit of a legal battle between Scourge's Lawyer, the King's Lawyers , and the Council's Lawyers they came to an agreement that Sonic was indeed a Noble and the people who enslaved him should be punished.

Sonic couldn't very well become King now, unfortunately. When accessed for his health they (obviously) found that his younger brother was in much better physical condition and thus better suited for the job. Sonic's injuries were treated by the best doctors in the Kingdom anyway that tried and toiled to fix his lung capacity among other things. After that the blue hedgehog was confined to a room of the castle (not even the estate) for the duration of the trial. The plus side was that Sonic was allowed to sit on the furniture and rest now since his status was a gray area at this time. The negative aspect was that he couldn't do much else.

Finally after two weeks of legal battles the trials were over.

A decision had been made about Scourge (and Sonic's) future.

" Are you fucking kidding me!? "

Scourge stormed out of the throne room in an angry huff. He needed to calm down but unfortunately there was no means for him to vent his anger. Silver was ... well, it was best not to talk about Silver anymore. Needless to say that the white hedgehog had lost his favor with this little fiasco. Not only had Silver allowed Sonic to run away but he tried to run off with him. That was simply not acceptable in his eyes. After giving Silver his physical reprimand he hadn't seen the now black collar slave this past week. He figured another week of hard labor would be enough for them to begin making amends.

He decided to take a few drinks as he contemplated what to do. This was not how he imagined spending his eighteenth birthday. Actually, his eighteenth was two weeks ago when this whole mess started. At this point he imagined he'd be sitting on the throne pretending to care about this country. No dice. There was still one more thing that needed to be done beforehand.

Sonic's room was nice enough. The King put him up in a guest suite while this whole mess was sorted out. If he wanted something to eat or drink he'd just use the direct line phone beside the bed. Other then that he wasn't allowed any outside contact with the rest of the world. His room was heavily guarded with two guards framing the door leading out to the hallway and four on the ground floor making sure no one tried to climb in (or out) of the window. The guards were a little surprised to see a certain someone show up at the door. After clearing it with the King they allowed the green hedgehog inside.

The young Lord stepped into the entryway of the suite and looked around, whistling. It was a lot nicer then his duplex. Sonic should have been happy to be in such a nice place. " HEY! " He barked out in hopes Sonic would hear him. Here's hoping he'd just come out in the open!

Sonic: Sonic thought he was home free. He had already tried his very best to put the cruel life he began behind him. This was supposed to be starting anew, especially for Silver. He thought that he would never have to experience that hell or their laws again. It was just going to be like old times but unfortunately that 'vacation' of his didn't last. The time he got to spend with his friends and family was rewarding though. No longer a depressed shell of himself; yet he almost immediately reverted into a trembling mess when he was sent back, especially after what happened last in the brig. During his escape, the times he was confronted by his brother again only haunted him in his nightmares, and he did fear what was supposed to be a slim possibility of that happening. Looks like those bad dreams came true.

Oh sure, the place was nice, but so was Scourge's palace. The scenery, no matter how pleasant, might as well have been a dark and dreary dungeon given the treatment he received every day. Sonic could only imagine how pissed Scourge was. No, he saw it already. If not for these legal issues, he'd be dead by now.

He was fearful, it was easy to admit. Sonic nearly hypervenilated every time he thought of what would happen to his folks once they were sentenced. He just had to think positive or not think about it at all. It was just a shame he was so helpless in the situation. Once again, he couldn't do a thing to act upon what he knew was right. Stuck in a room (while very nice) didn't console his worries that tormented his already scarred mind.

Sonic paced non-stop. He tried distracting himself with a few things and stayed away from the door. He had a bad feeling that whoever might storm through would be Scourge and just imagining him with some crazy torture device. Considering everyone's response to his true identity before, he doubted immensely that the law, or anyone would be on his side. Everything seemed to be corrupt, including his family. Namely, of course, Scourge the Hedgehog.

Speaking of the devil...

Sonic cringed at the voice. The horrible snap to his voice that urged him to rush out before he was too slow. A routine he followed before he escaped and was brought back. Instead, Sonic did not come at all. In fact, it didn't appear he was in the room. Upon further inspection, however, one might just notice some blue fur beneath the bed.

Scourge: Scourge waited about a minute for Sonic to come. Sonic was supposed to come because he hadn't gotten wind of anything that happened far as the legal proceedings went. His anger began to resurface when the blue hedgehog refused to heed his call. " DAMN IT, BLUE! " He roared out into the room when his brother decided not to show himself. That wouldn't save him. There was no where for him to run even in this large space. " I'm sick of this! Just come out already! "

Then the chairs started to clatter and objects started to fall as the semi-intoxicated hedgehog began looking for his older brother. The guards knew better then to come in the room even when it started to sound bad. It just wasn't their fight. Sonic would be completely on his own against his enraged counterpart.

Eventually he made his way to the bedroom. " Okay, Blue ... " He started as he advanced into the room. Apparently he liked the fire poker he found on the ground floor so much that he took it with him. The sharpened tip was currently dragging against the floor. " ... I know you're in here. So just come out so we can talk about things, a'ight? " Don't make this difficult ...

Sonic: Sonic flinched with every loud clatter and crash of the things Scourge started to throw around. He couldn't see what he was doing but he knew he was just making his blood boil all the more. He also knew he was delaying the inevitable. But he really couldn't help it. He just wasn't ready to face him yet, especially with whatever intentions he had in mind.

As he struggled to brace himself with the possibility of eventually being found, that hard work nearly went out the window the second he saw Scourge's feet come in through the door. His ears flattened as his eyes widened at the sharp tip of the fire poker dragging intimidatingly against the floor. He was shivering and his flight instincts were telling him to run but he had nowhere to go. Hiding under the bed was ridiculous. The most cliche place one could think of but he really didn't have many options here. Some part of him was hoping Scourge somehow wouldn't see him but he knew better. Then an even more irrational part of him considered the possibility that Scourge was serious and just wanted to talk. Yeah, right.

Nope, the blue hedgehog remained fearfully silent, holding his ground beneath the bed and trying not to breathe so hard. He was sure that he was breathing far too loud despite his attempts.

Scourge: Yes ... he just wanted to talk. There would be plenty of time to actually punish him after their business was over. Sonic deserved a good punch in the face for getting his parents thrown in jail, having him almost jailed, and for what happened to Silver. That would come with time. For now they had more important matters to worry about.

His frosty blue eyes narrowed when he spotted some blue fur under the bed. Of course, but he wouldn't go about dragging him from under the bed just yet. It was partially because he thought he'd topple over if he tried to bend down due to his current state. Another part of it was because he wanted Sonic to be somewhat willing.

So he approached the bed and started to talk. " Your parents were found guilty of treason for raising you in secret all these years. The King believed they were grooming you to usurp the throne when you came of age by makin' you believe the way this Kingdom works is wrong. " Scourge sat down on the edge of the bed opposite of Sonic's head. He spoke in a level voice as if he didn't care what happened to his own parents. " The current King has sentenced them to death by beheading. "


Sonic: It was a horrible thing to hear him say. How he could possibly do it in such a calm voice when they were also his parents was probably the most disturbing. Whether it was an act or not, he did a good job in sounding sincere.

Sonic wasn't entirely sure he knew he was beneath the bed yet. He got a feeling he knew when he sat down on the edge of the bed but still failed to remove himself from under it right away. He was shocked at what he was hearing. He had to cover his mouth because he was sure he was going to be sick. Unlike Scourge, he cared more for his family than anyone. The idea of them being killed and him left to either follow or continue the life of a lonely slave was the worse possible fate imaginable.

Sonic started to open his mouth to say something when he removed his hand. He hesitated, pondering whether or not he should stay quiet and hide out a little longer. But ultimately, his concern for his mom and dad outweighed his concern for himself. "It's not true, they weren't. They just wanted to help me." He wondered briefly if he could testify to that or something. That was if his word meant anything at all.

"...Wh-When?" It was hard to ask when Scourge told him they had been sentenced. He wanted to think that there had to be something that could be done. He couldn't stand the thought of his parents being killed like that.

"Can I see them again?"

Scourge: The Council built a very strong case against Jules and Bernie. There was absolutely no question that they broke the law. Their parents didn't deny breaking the law, either, but argued that they only did so because they believed their sons should receive equal treatment. In the end both of their sons missed out on something. Scourge never had a loving family and Sonic never had the opportunity to train towards his birthright. One of the Councilor's went as far as to claim that they were bad parents to their sons and deserved their punishment. It was at that point that Bernie broke down completely.

" Tomorrow at sunset. " It would be a public execution reminiscent of the olden days. The two would be bound and dragged through the streets where commoners heckled them until they got onto the chopping block. His mother would be executed first as per tradition. Then Jules would be executed a few minutes afterwards in front of a string of cheering onlookers. They wouldn't care if the two were guilty or not long as they got a good show.

When Sonic asked to see them again he shook his head. " No can do. They're getting prepared for the execution now. In particular they're signing over their entire estate to me and updating their will. " The night before they had to make sure their legal work was in order. The day of they'd do some light preparation before heading down to the chopping block. Maybe that was the reason he was so calm. He was going to get access to millions because of this.

Maybe not. " There is a way to save them. " He looked down at the bed to see if the blue hedgehog would come crawling out now. Had a feeling that he was all in the interest of saving worthless lives. " See, if I become King before sunset tomorrow I'd just stop the execution ... "


Sonic: Nope, not yet. He felt very secure being out of plain sight from Scourge and hidden beneath the bed (especially since he hadn't let go of that fire poker yet!). It also saved him from being seen looking so miserable. Though, Scourge probably has seen such a familiar face before from the hedgehog. He's done a lot to him but killing his parents had to be the worst despite all he's been through. The idea that he'd never see them again now rattled him to the bone.

Before he had a chance to really start cryin' over it, however, Scourge hit him with quite a turn around. There was a way to save them? Oh, it was so strange how hope could come back even in the most grim of situations. It was most strenuous on his emotions. "H-How?!" He choked before Scourge could explain. If he became King? Well, he thought he was going to do that anyways. But was he able to so soon? The execution was tomorrow.

"Then... then what's the problem?" Obviously there was a catch.


Scourge: Scourge was supposed to become King immediately after he finished his final evaluation if he passed. Though Scourge was evaluated this whole trial fiasco put his future at risk. He only had a clear shot at the throne after the smoke cleared. Under the agreement that the King and Council came up with he could become King tonight and have the executed halted tomorrow morning. All he had to do was fulfill his end of the bargain. It was the most underhanded thing he was ever asked to do but for the sake of achieving the Kingdom's highest status (and all that money) he would do it!

So what was the problem. " I need to get married before the coronation. " That was a given. Several Ladies came to the family estate for courting. Therein lied another problem: none of the ladies that were lined up for Scourge to marry passed their own evaluations. Without a proper Lady to marry Scourge would have to wait until next year's evaluations to find a wife again if not for the compromise.

His eye twitched softly at the very thought. " The Princess they want me to marry instead is a stubborn bitch who isn't refined at all. Kind of makes me sick just thinkin' about it but it's a political union so what can I do? " Nothing. That's why he shrugged his shoulders in response. " Anyway the chick's name is Princess Marie Hedgehog. " If you catch his drift ...

Sonic: Sonic's ears remained forward in alert, listening intently from his position beneath the bed. He struggled to understand what Scourge was getting at right away. So he had to marry someone, he remembered him mentioning something about that when he was his slave. Waiting for him to get to the punchline seemed like a slow process. What was worse was the response he gave right after.

"Who?" Blinkblink. Sonic's expression changed to a dumb founded look, tempted to peek his head out now in hopes of reading him better. Who was Marie? Scourge said it like he should know.

Sonic started easing himself out now, careful to crawl out the edge Scourge -wasn't- sitting on. He moved fast so he could get to his feet and distance himself from the other hedgehog who was still armed with a fire poker. Sonic showed off a flash of speed he rarely used in his presence in order to actually get to the doorway to stand, facing towards Scourge who he hoped to leave on the bed.


Scourge: " Princess Marie Hedgehog. " The name was absolutely ridiculous in his opinion but they worked with what they had. Scourge felt some movement under him and looked down as the blue hedgehog scrambled away from him. Ah. Wonder why he'd do that when he had nowhere to run. The guards wouldn't very likely allow him to run out of the palace. The seemingly hopeless hedgehog finally had some value to him!

The Lord started to give a description without leaving the bed just yet. He'd conserve his energy for the inevitable struggle. Scourge may not have known Sonic well as a brother but he did know his stubborn slave. No doubt he'd fight this. " A quiet and modest young woman from a distant rural land. A fair maiden with brilliant emerald eyes and a cobalt blue fur coat. Very fare color. "

Then he locked eyes with his flighty slave again. " Runs predominately in one particular family. "


Sonic: Sonic stared at him from the doorway, taking him in, lost in consideration. While he started to figure out the puzzle, he was too shocked to believe it. It just... It didn't make a whole lot of sense. And that was for a number of reasons Sonic was undoubtly about to blurt if he didn't try to run first. Of course, he knew that was a pointless action; even if there weren't guards around, Sonic's stamina was a lot worse than it used to be given his chest complications. Scourge could catch him. Even so... It was a flight instinct hard to restrict.

"Wait a sec..." He narrowed an eye at him, giving him a funny look. "No, wait. I don't..." Still baffled, he kept staring at him, wanting him to clarify more, but certain he already knew where he was getting at. "Are you saying I... I have to... No way!" He looked appalled, "You're not, right? I mean... We're brothers!" That was like incest! "Plus, I'm not even a chick!" There was no way of fooling anyone, was there? And why would anyone accept it especially since he was despised as much as he was before? And... and he was his BROTHER!


Scourge: The Council thought that this was a surefire way to cover up a rather massive goof. Thus far the public only knew that the Crown Prince's right to the throne had been jeopardized by something. Sonic's existence in all of this was just a rumor among civilians. If the truth never came out the public could be assured that the reason for this was because of their parent's treason. Having Scourge 'marry' his brother would be an elegant end to a number of problems. Scourge could be coordinated and begin ruling immediately rather then wait a year putting the King's heart at rest. No one would figure out about Sonic, either.

Scourge could see where the other was coming from though. " Look, this isn't the best outcome but it does have its perks. I become King. You become Queen. No one has to die. " That probably still wasn't good enough for Sonic so he dug a little deeper. " It's just an 'Arranged Marriage', anyway. Lots of Nobles have them. Get married, join houses, pretend to care about each other ... things like that. " And he said it so casually.


Sonic: There was only one flaw with that. Sure, that sounded like a casual thing around here, but he highly doubted it was under these circumstances. Sonic was a little surprised that he didn't seem more disgusted by the situation as well. He knew the guy hated him with every fiber of his being. He used to remind him every second of every day. To actually marry and rule a Kingdom with him must've made his skin crawl, right? And of course, there was the issue of being stuck with the psychopath himself.

"I'm pretty sure that those arranged marriages were boys and girls and NOT related." He huffed dramatically, still unsure of how that could possibly work. Something else was going on here. There was no way that this was legal, was it? Even in a messed up system like this.

Scourge: Sonic was right: Scourge did hate him. That was precisely the reason why he thought this idea was plausible. It would make Sonic uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and he'd get a kick out of seeing him act so awkward in a number of situations. Scourge himself wasn't hindered too much by the deal. In fact he benefit. Being King made him all that much more desirable. That meant there would be plenty of opportunities for him to break his wedding vows.

It didn't seem to matter, anyway. Sonic was definitely not on board with this and that was the response that he expected. " Not even for mom and dad, huh? " This was their only hope of being freed from their sentence but Sonic was still hesitant. Honestly he hardly cared what happened to his parents now that his own future was cemented but he hoped they could have been used as a bargaining chip. No dice.

Then there was one more thing to try. Now Scourge was getting up and making his way on over to the blue hedgehog. This was bound to set off the flight response that he kept surprisingly under wraps so far so he'd be ready. The second he inched for the door he'd sprint off with a burst of unprecedented speed to grab the blue hedgehog by the neck to shove.

His destination? The stone wall beside the door where he would soon be pinned. Fingers curling into his windpipe were there to show that his threat was serious. " Then do it knowing this, bro. " He snarled at him, bearing his fangs to show that his threat was serious. " I am your Master and what I say goes. Now Master is telling you to prepare for your wedding. "
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Sonic: As if he hadn't done enough squirming around under his supervision. He had everlasting problems that could never be erased. He knew it'd be hard to ever top the hell that he was given the night he was rented out to those vile guards but it seemed Scourge was trying to outdo himself again. This... may or may not be as painful in the long run, but perhaps still not as bad.

When Scourge reminded him of his parents, he immediately wavered in his position. His ears laid down, a frown pursing onto his lips. That would be a lot harder to say no to but the green hedgehog gave him little opportunity to respond to his remark.

When Scourge got up and started making his way over, he guessed right. The blue hedgehog instinctively took off, or at least tried to. He nearly got away but in the long run, he probably wouldn't have had a chance at all. Sonic coughed as he was slammed into the wall, knocking his breath away. He struggled to inhale when his fingers grabbed his throat. Scourge would be able to feel just how fast his pulse was racing as he stared back at his younger brother, flinching at his cold voice and even more threatening words. It didn't take long for Sonic to arise at a conclusion. There was no help for himself in this situation. At the very least, he could save his mom and dad. "Y-Yes..." He cringed, "Master."

Scourge: The Lord wasn't quite satisfied despite his slave agreeing to the deal. It was way too easy. How could this be the same slave that barked back at him when he told him to fetch beer or tried to wander off while on the leash in the marketplace? He'd undeniably put some fear in his mind and heart with all the punishments that he endured in the past. Those brutal punishments were enough to break him apparently but now that his status was put there in the open he could not longer resort to just hurting him to punish him. Another method had to be implored.

He had an idea.

Scourge didn't quite let him go even after he agreed to all this. No ... since this was the closest he'd been to Sonic in quite a long time he took a moment to access the damage he caused to his body over the last few months. Not only with his eyes but with his free hand. His hand moved over each cheek and then down one of his sides where he believed he felt an indent. The medical examiner said that he had some broken ribs at one of the trails. That must have been where they were repaired.

He continued until he came across his hip. A finger tapped there idly before rolling across the top of his pelvis. Inches away from the crotch ...

Sonic: Sonic has since been rejuvenized though nowhere near his original state. Being away helped recuperate the otherwise sullen hedgehog. Dark circles and worry lines had diminished making him look more refreshed. His coat was much cleaner than it usually was and thus was considerably softer to the touch. Blue fur was good at concealing the scars he had obtained during his stay with Scourge. The thinner peach fur on his chest and arms could do little, however. They did not cover any lasting welts he received from being whipped as many times as he had.

Sonic grimaced as Scourge's hand started to wonder. He was mostly uncomfortable with the way Scourge continued to pin him against the wall. His hands itched to move and try to put some distance between the two but he was more than a little hesitant.

He watched Scourge's eyes, radiant and deceitful. They were hard to read but his gesture was not. Or maybe he was just a tad paranoid. After all, despite whether or not either wanted it, they were brothers and Sonic didn't think his finger would roam any closer to his crotch than it did.

Sonic wondered how many rights he might have once he was Queen. Legally, he would have just as much as Scourge, right? It made him consider taking advantage of the position - if he could at all get away with it. In Scourge's eyes, nothing has changed, and a slave did as he was told. ...But he was never a very good slave, was he?

"I can't prepare if you don't let me go." He squirmed in protest now, getting a little hot under the collar. His hips shifted to try to wiggle his way out from between him and the wall as his hands came up to bypass his. Hesitant as he was, it was even more difficult to remain still and complacent.


Scourge: When Sonic started to physically protest his advances Scourge's grip became tighter. A silent warning. When Sonic actually opened his mouth and tried to make a suggestion he was successful in stopping the other's inappropriate behavior for about a moment. In the next the back of that hand that had been exploring his body flashed across the right side of the hedgehog's face to give him a deserving slap. It wasn't nearly as hard as he wanted to slap him for that remark.

Scourge had been looking lower on his body but he tried to look at his brother's face again. " You don't go around correctin' your Master. " He tsked his slave for forgetting that much. There was no way he could have passed his assessment if things went on normally. Even the lowest of slaves knew better then to correct their Master even if Master was blatantly wrong.

He snorted in the blue hedgehog's general direction. " You ani't due down in the fittin' room for another two hours. " Yes, the Council had begun making preparation in anticipation for the blue hedgehog agreeing to their terms. Scourge was quite aware of that. So now what do they do for those two hours?

One more look was passed over his body before he slowly began to peel the hedgehog from the wall. Not letting go of his neck quite yet. Instead he used it as a handle to drag him over to the other side of the room. To the bed in particular. " That's just fine with me. I think you need to be taught a lesson 'fore you head down there and embarrass us both. "

When Scourge reached the foot of the bed he brought the arm dragging Sonic around to throw him on the bedspread.


Sonic: You'd think somebody would want to know when they were wrong instead of going on, acting like a fool. While Scourge wasn't actually wrong in anything he just said, Sonic had only used the attempt to test the waters, or at the very least, distract him. No, despite the fact Scourge needed him now, it didn't seem to waver the fact he felt entitled to do pretty much whatever he wanted. In retrospect, that was probably another plus on Scourge's end - a Queen with very little indepedence to conflict with their ideas for the future.

Sonic wasn't sure which got to him the most. The sting across his cheek or the burning at his throat. The guy had a pretty strong grip and his natural instinct to fight had to be suppressed. Not an easy thing to do. He would have apologized if he could find his voice. It was hard to speak now so he focused on inhaling as he felt himself being led around a few paces.

Fitting room? Sonic wondered just how far they'd go to dress him up for the part. No, he didn't want to know, but he knew he'd be finding out soon enough. ...Though sooner may not come as fast as he would have liked. Once again, he seemed to have gotten on his bro's bad side.

As Sonic was thrown onto the bed, he thought it strange that it wasn't the floor. He was grateful for the much softer landing but he knew what to expect. Or at least he thought he did. When he settled on the bedspread, he had moved so that he was slunched over, on his knees and looking ready to reunite with that dreaded bull whip. He waited in fearful anticipation.


Scourge: Scourge hadn't even considered bringing the Bull Whip with him when he came to the palace. He hadn't had his hands on a Bull Whip since his altercation with Silver a week ago. Rightfully he put the whip back in the closet after it was repaired. Ever whip someone so much that the handle of the damn whip fell off? Yeah. It was one of those incidents. He wasn't sure if it was because he whipped Sonic so much or whipped Silver so hard. In the end if was probably a mixture of both.

Sonic wouldn't be whipped today, however. He had another punishment in mind as he circled around to one side of the bed to climb in himself. His jacket was temporarily abandoned on the floor on that side of the bed. Eager fingers first went to his pants to unbutton them so they were loose on his hips. There weren't time to take them off completely. That was fine. He didn't think he needed to to get his point across.

About three and a half inches of a point so far.

The green hedgehog used the blue one's vulnerable position to his advantage. Crawling into place behind him he inspected the other hedgehog from this interesting angle before going in for the kill. He moved up so he'd sprawl out on top of him like a dog would on a bitch in heat before mating with her. At this point he figured that Blue would try to resist him. That's why his hands instinctively went to take a firm hold of the hips of the submissive hedgehog.

Sonic: An ear twitched back when he heard his expensive jacket fall to the floor. He still didn't move or even raise his head to look. His spines were tensing, trying to brace him in preparation of what he thought was coming. He wasn't sure where he'd have a bull whip stashed, but he was certain he'd have something ready. Little did he realize that his brother was more interested in establishing a rather primal dominance over him. Sonic couldn't have been anymore off guard. He had completely set himself up to the situation.

The first sign of something amiss came when his warm body pressed down over him. Sonic tried to look up then, ears forward in alert. He was baffled. It took forever to really sink in and when it did, he still couldn't believe it.

"Sc--Master!?" He nearly choked, struggling to breathe fast enough as his heart rate sped up. "What are you doing?" He knew exactly what he was doing. He could feel what he saw so clearly in his mind the hardening shaft rubbing against him, immediately bringing back some unwanted flashbacks. The only time he's been in this predicament before was the most traumatizing incident of his life. To think that Scourge was positioning himself to do the same was just impossible. It couldn't happen.

"We're brothers!" Why did that relation mean so little to him?


Scourge: Might have been because they never really had any brotherly experiences. They spent about a month together and that was it before they were separated from each other for over a decade. Had Sonic ever for a moment really believed that his Master was anything more then Master? What did he expect from him? Some days going fishing and hiking up mountain trails? Their relationship beyond their legal status was just biology. This hedgehog beneath him was just that: beneath him. They were hardly brothers.

" I'm showin' you what's gonna happen every time you disobey me from now on. " Scourge could not legally beat Sonic anymore but there was no legal guidelines against raping him. That wouldn't leave a mark unless Sonic really struggled and he believed they'd reached the point where Sonic knew better then to struggle against him. " Whenever you don't keep your mouth shut, whenever you don't listen, and whenever you manage to piss me off even the slightest bit. "

When Sonic tried to rationalize it like he did so many other things he actually chuckled. " No. No ... " He shook his head as he began to position himself. Sonic's mild resistance was just making him grow that much faster. It wouldn't be much longer until he was hard enough to penetrate. " You're just my slave. Since you're only just a lowly insignificant slave I can do anything I want to you. " A bit of a bluff but hopefully Sonic would buy into it.

Feeling that it was about time to test the other's limits he started to push his hips forward. Following the natural contour of Sonic's body helped to guide him to his tail hole where pressure was going to be gradually applied. " Now let's see what those guards taught you ... "

Sonic: Sonic wasn't sure what he expected from their relationship. He knew what he hoped but despite sharing each other's good looks, nothing else about them were similar in the least. Like polar opposites, they each had their own unique views. Of course, that could be contributed to the fact that they were raised differently. No matter how much he loved his parents for all they've done, it still didn't change the fact that they were partly responsible for this. They had no right to neglect one son over another and charma bit back hard. It was just unfortunate that he got caught in the middle.

Sonic was speechless. Maybe he was still a little shocked over the turn of events. When he said he had to be his Queen before, a title certainly degrading to a male, he never anticipated that Scourge would use him sexually as well. What he said left little room for argument. Sonic was reliving a nightmare he had hoped to not experience again let alone promised this same disciplinary action from now on. If he was given a choice, he would have much then preferred the bull whip.

Those haunting last words made Sonic tremble. His tail attempted to wedge downward to thwart his intentions as his hips swiveled, fighting against Scourge's strong grip and causing little effect. His hands were already pulling and pleading with the bed sheets, afraid of experiencing that same pain from before. At the very least, Scourge wasn't as big as those guys that had him in the tavern and there was only one of him. But one was plenty.

"P-Please..." So long as he wasn't in yet, he couldn't give up the opportunity to try something. The pressure of that sticky tipped member made his muscles clench up tight, and his eyes shut.


Scourge: Sonic was fortunate that Scourge hadn't used him like this up until now. He'd easily went the longest out of all his slaves without this type of contact. That was partially because his service was nearly completely overshadowed by Silver's until very recently. Another part of it was that he just plain decided that he didn't like the blue hedgehog. This was supposed to be a punishment for him and he was only supposed to get mild enjoyment out of using him this way. In his mind sex was sex regardless of who he was having it with. The fact that they were related was irrelevant.


Just as the pressure at his backside began to get unbearable the door to the bedroom was opened.

Dr. Finitevus: No need to knock: he knew what they were doing in there. " Get off of him! " Barked a very agitated white echidna. Lord Finitevus looked highly disappointed at Scourge. " You know better. You know you can't have your Queen until after the ceremony is over. What if you got caught just by someone other then me? We could be ruined! "

The former Marauder stepped up to the foot of the bed. " You. " He regarded the cowering blue hedgehog rather calmly. How Sonic stacked up in his mind was not at all clear. He seemed to order him around like any other slave regardless of his heritage. That was a bit of a mixed blessing. Though he was relatively easy on Sonic he usually belittled his brother. " Off the bed and in the shower. The grown ups have to talk. " Was Lord Finitevus actually able to order him around like that? Technically. Sonic was a black collar slave and could be ordered around by anyone.


Scourge: ... damn it. Naturally this was not the outcome that he wanted in all of this. It showed when he suddenly shoved the blue hedgehog forward on the bed. The motion was enough indication for him to go on and 'get' while the adults had a colorful conversation. " He needs to be punished. " The green hedgehog snorted. " There's no way he'll keep that fat mouth of his shut through this. "

Dr. Finitevus: " Then you can deal with him later. " If Scourge caught his drift. That's right. It was the law of the Kingdom that a marriage had to be consummated no later then twenty four hours after the ceremony to be legal. That meant that Sonic would most certainly get his in the end. Quite literally.

Sonic: Well if somebody wasn't smiling down on him. Though, it didn't seem it was going to last long. Sonic was curious as to what Finitevus was doing there immediately, and mentally thanked him for his timing. He didn't have to tell him twice. He'd use any excuse to get away from Scourge, and he wasn't all that curious to stick around and see what they were going to talk about.

Sonic immediately sped into the bathroom, tail between his legs - he might as well have been a yiping dog, but he had more dignity than that! He didn't yipe.

As he shut the door back behind him, he leaned against it, exhaling a shuddering breath. He also took the liberty to lock the door too, terribly shakened over what almost happened, and what certainly would.

His ears perked up, only then hesitant to move further. For one thing, he needed to try to calm himself down before he got too dizzy. Another thing was that he strained an ear to listen to see why Finitevus had barged in so unexpectedly.


Dr. Finitevus: Once the slave was gone Lord Finitevus could talk business with the Prince Imperial. Yes, that was his title now wasn't it? And in a few hours he would become the Imperial King of Moebotropolis. If he were any older he'd have a heart attack at the thought of such a young and inexperienced Lord becoming a ruler of this country. Especially after - " I spent ten years training that slave I sold to you and you broke him in ten months. " He started. He must have been talking about Silver.

Scourge: Scourge's ears swiveled forward at the mention of his once favored slave. There was a tinge of something there but it was gone in a moment. " Yeah well he should've known better then to run off like that. " He snorted in an attempt to ease his nerves about the situation. Trying to act tough and all of that. " You would've killed him anyway if he were your slave. "

Dr. Finitevus: " I would have killed them both. " Finitevus countered casually. " You and I both know that the penalty for running away from your Master is death in this country. The only reason those other slaves were allowed to be reprocessed was because it was virtually impossible to prove which country they came from. For a Lord's slaves it's much simpler. I would not have sullied a whip with their worthless blood nor a strap of leather for their throats. " Personally Finitevus didn't care that he made a killing reselling those recovered slaves on the market. It was the principle behind it all! Those worthless animals didn't deserve to work in even the lowest positions they could muster.

Scourge: Scourge knew his friend well enough to catch onto his disgust. Those Marauders were weird like that. They took the whole slavery thing way too seriously for his liking. Still he had to ask. " So where is he now? "

Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus actually had to consult his notes to make sure. " In the manor ... for the moment. When he's well enough to go to auction we'll put him up for processing but as it is now he can't do much of anything. " He said that in regards to Silver's current condition. One would think he'd be upset over that but instead he grinned. " I didn't think you had it in you. " Actually, he was proud.

Sonic: Sonic kept his back to the door and his ears up, listening intently. The sound of Finitevus's voice was muffled but he could hear most of it. What he found out made him terribly shakened. Silver... Of course he had never forgotten about the other hedgehog. He wasn't sure what Scourge would do to him but expected him to be punished in some manner. How badly though... Well, just imagining it made him cringe and his heart ache for the guy, let alone his other friends. He hated the thought of any of them being hurt. And he had tried so hard to build Silver back up. He saw a different side to the white hedgehog he was sure no one else has. He loved it; and the thought of him being sold to who-knows-who and what might happen to him was a very unsettling idea. He no longer had connections. He was sure that if he was auctioned off, he would never see the other hedgehog again. Silver was the only thing he had now and he didn't want to lose him.

It took a lot to muster the strength to open the bathroom door. By this time he had forgotten about the shower. The blue hedgehog tried to look firm despite how terrified he was just moments before. He never considered himself as a pushover or a wimp. He knew himself to fight for something he believed in. At the very least, he would fight for Silver.

"I..." His voice cracked as he stood in the doorway, narrowing his eyes and trying to look firm. He cleared his throat. "If I'm going to go along with this... then... I have a condition!" Sonic tried not to think about the circumstances and how wrong a threat could go in his case. He did have some sort of leverage though, right? One thing was for sure, he had to say something. "If I'm going to be Ki--er... Queen or whatever, then... I want a slave too. And I want him!" Who? Silver of course. If Scourge no longer wanted him, why couldn't he have him?

Dr. Finitevus: Sonic showing back up on the scene was quite unexpected. In the months past Sonic usually used any excuse to stay away from him. This time it was different. Though his voice wavered the hedgehog was obviously trying to stand up for the other weaker hedgehog. The problem was that Sonic had no idea what condition that Silver was in. He was in no position to serve and wouldn't be for quite some time now. As a slave he would be useless. This was not about Silver being a slave most likely. It was something different and both of them saw through that.

Finitevus was the first to react. " I thought I told you to take a shower. " He was rather polite about it earlier but if he didn't obey the order again then he would be punished. Sonic didn't want to be punished so soon to the main event. " It's rather rude for you to burst in on other's conversations. It could very well get you killed. " That was his first, and last, warning on the matter.

Scourge: Though Sonic was admirable in his ability to finally show some backbone he picked the wrong battle. " You're just pretending to be Queen. " Scourge reminded him rather bluntly as he lounged back on the bed. " You're still just a slave an' slaves don't own much of nothin'. Everything that you think is yours is really mine. " Nothing much would change between them except a few relatively minor perks for Sonic.

" Still ... "

Since they were talking about conditions then he would have one of his own. " ... I wouldn't mind letting you have a slave if you let me have somethin' … “

Sonic: While Finitevus was intimidating and all, Sonic was still reluctant to listen to him. He had nothing to lose at this point. Of course Sonic didn't want Silver for an actual slave to boss around. He didn't think they'd totally buy into it either. But the point of him being Queen was to benefit Scourge. He needed him in order for things to be easier on him. What was the harm in letting him have Silver if he really thought he was that worthless just to do away with?

Immediately Sonic sensed a catch. Scourge completely did a turn around in what he just said, making Sonic bristle. It was like dealing with snakes, these two. He wasn't sure which one was going to strike first but the blue hedgehog wasn't ready to run so easily this time.

"Fine. I get Silver. What do you get?" He stared warily at him, unsure of what else he could possibly want from him that he couldn't get already.

Dr. Finitevus: Silver was money if nothing else. Though his value had diminished because of recent events Silver was still valuable enough to be resold. Scourge had his doubts that he'd be able to sell Silver for enough to cover the costs of purchasing and raising him thus far. In fact he knew he couldn't be selling him for a little money was better then just giving him away. Sonic was a completely different story. He was never anything of worth in the eyes of others anyway. At least in the beginning.

Now that he was important to a scheme he thought that he had a leg to stand on. It was interesting to see the blue hedgehog with that much spirit but he knew that it wouldn't last. Ah well. At least he could have a little fun with him while he could. " That's not the right attitude to have 'bout this situation, Blue. " There was just something in the tone of his voice that hinted that this was not good for him. " A slave, 'least a good one, is supposed to think with their Master's needs in mind. Instead of asking 'What do you want from me' you're supposed to think 'What does my Master want from me?'.

That was a good thing to remind him off. Finitevus thought that Sonic might be confused by this so he explained. " If you don't know the difference then you've learned nothing so far. It takes more then just doing what you're told and saying 'Yes Master'. A good slave simply knows what their Master wants and does what is needed of them without asking. How well do you know your Master? What do you -think- he wants from you? " It didn't look like Sonic was going to get any obvious hints.

Scourge thought that hit the mark pretty well so he nodded in agreement. " Get creative. "

Sonic: Sonic sneered, unable to help himself. Master this, and Master that. He had no interest whatsoever about being a good slave. The fact he had fought it so long was indication enough. He wasn't born to be a lap dog and he hated the thought of falling into those broken stages again. He had been doing so well before. Now, not only was he brought back, everyone he knew had little to no hope at having their lives back too. Silver was the only one he felt he could save at this point aside from his parents. But even that didn't look like it was going to be easy.

Sonic was more apt to believe they'd rather watch in amusement whether or not he could even think of something legitmate to say. Obviously he didn't want to throw out something really bad. "Booze and sex?" He huffed under his breath in regards to what Scourge really wanted. What else did he do around the palace but bite other people's heads off?

"I don't know..." He grumbled. He did know what he wanted earlier.

Oh, there were also money issues. Think... Think like a slave. "I could... find a way to reinburst you for mine and Silver's expenses." He wasn't sure how yet, but his idea was to figure that out later. If he was Queen, pretend or not, he knew he had to have some sort of benefits. He could find a way to get some extra work done and earn Scourge more money.

Getting creative was hard under these circumstances. Not without treading into dangerous territory.

Scourge: Sonic couldn't even pretend to be a good slave. It was completely outrageous! When Sonic dared to give him a smart retort to his serious inquiry he clenched his fist like he wanted to clench his hand around that stringy little neck of his. Had some nerve to think so lowly of him when he wasn't acting like a saint himself. Made him sick that he couldn't give him the black eye that he thought he deserved. There was more to life then just sex, booze, and money even if he enjoyed all three. He would have been happy if Sonic just agreed to be a 'good boy' for now on even if that turned out to be a complete and utter lie.

Needless to say that the green hedgehog wasn't too impressed with the offering. In fact he snorted in the blue hedgehog's general direction. " Get the fuck outta here 'fore I finish what we started earlier. " He snarled at the defiant slave in disgust. " Go on and take your shower or whatever. " He shooed him off with a snap of the wrist in the direction of the bathroom. This since since he, the Master, dismissed him it was in the slave's best interest to just listen and skedaddle.

He'd probably stick around for Silver's sake anyway. In that case he'd give him some bitter reassurance. " You answer isn't good enough, but I'll give you one more chance to make things right. Later. " He wouldn't tell Sonic where or when. That was the point. If he didn't tell him then the blue hedgehog would remain on his toes until the time was right. Then he could see just how devoted he was to the cause.


Sonic: So it slipped? He hadn't mouthed off to him in a good while and he had way more than that coming to him. Sonic just couldn't deliver. At least, it was in his, his folks, and Silver's best interest that he didn't. The thought of telling him that he'd simply listen to him wasn't creative! Though it did come to mind, he didn't think he'd believe him. He would have meant it though. Sonic, when given the chance, has done everything Scourge ever told him to do. After he was brutalized by those guards, the blue hedgehog never acted out against the green hedgehog. Still, even his obedience didn't seem to be enough for him. Maybe it was jealousy? Who knows. But simply telling him he'd listen wasn't something he thought would have interested him either. He's proved already he could do that much.

At first, he was concerned. The worry was written all over his face and the anxious stance was not indicating any movement back towards the bathroom in retreat. Sonic would stand there and throw out something else if he had to even if it risked his own well being. He'd try all his might to convince him but right now, it seemed Scourge's hateful demeanor wasn't all it turned out to be. He reassured him, at least. He'd be able to think of something more later.

Thinking now was best not to push his luck anymore than he has already, Sonic resigned himself to the bathroom. Whatever was going to happen from then on, he had no idea. But at least he had something to work towards and hopefully something to look forward to.


Scourge: " I hate him. " Those words were muttered just as Sonic closed the door again. Scourge folded his arms over his chest as he thought about this unfavorable situation. " No matter what I do it's never good enough for him. There's slaves that haven't had half of what he's have but they're not as selfish or ungrateful as he is! Guy's not satisfied just making my life miserable. He won't rest until everyone around him's screwed. You know this is his fault, right? "

Dr. Finitevus: Finitevus raised a questionable eyebrow to Scourge as he went off on a tangent. " Perhaps you are taking the wrong approach to the situation, Scourge. " He walked over to the edge of the bed and settled down. His legs were beginning to get a little stiff from just standing where he was. " Just as there are many ways to punish a slave there are many ways to break one as well. The main problem in this whole Sonic situation is his personality: an inherit trait that cannot be changed no matter how much training the slave goes through.

" Sonic having been raised under the belief that he was an only child and surrounding by two loving parents and a caring community had never experienced the same cold social woes that are our own reality until now. He's never gone without his friends and family. Now that he doesn't have them he feels the need to rebel against those who have taken his plush lifestyle away from him. You. Me. Other slavers. And anyone who condones or supports this lifestyle. What Sonic needs to learn as a slave of an established ruler is that Master can be his own best friend and companion in which his former friends and family cannot prepare.

" He needs to be made to believe that he cannot live without you. " Finitevus noticed a spark in the green hedgehog's eyes. A mischievous spark that told him that he had the hedgehog's undivided attention. " The Abilionians have a honored technique that can break even the strongest wills. It is no small secret that we were able to bring many a nation onto its knees. Literally. "


Sonic: This time Sonic didn't try to eavesdrop though perhaps he should have. Sonic was exhausted just from trying to stand up to them both. Poor Silver didn't have a chance against that cold stubbornness. A trait they sort of had in common. The blue hedgehog just tried to relax underneath the hot spray of the shower.

He had put his new gloves, socks and shoes aside. New shoes that had been waiting for him when he was brought back to that island. He had Uncle Chuck to thank for that. He already missed the guy but tried not to think about anything but the positive light that could possibly come out of this. Saving Silver and gettig his mom and dad off the line. It was best he not dwell on how they were at that very moment but what could be in the near future.

Sonic used whatever shampoo was at his disposal. He didn't have to use much. He wasn't that dirty aside from however roughed up he got from being recaptured again in the first place. This would remove any remaining dirt on his coat. It took him less than ten minutes before he was stepping out and grabbing a towel to run through his fur. He had been used to showering quickly since Scourge normally gave him no time at all in the mornings.

When he was finished though, he was left staring at the bathroom door. He was not looking forward to stepping back out. But! Like the much more dignified and courageous of the two brothers, Sonic stepped out to see where to go from there.


Scourge: " ... so that's pretty much it? " The older white furred mobian nodded when Scourge asked his cautious question. It seemed like a lot of work for a long shot but at this point he was willing to try anything to get his wilily slave to listen to him. This was the best shot they had just outside of killing and and starting over with a fresh slave. " Gotta tell you that isn't the most promisin' thing I've heard about this situation but it's probably the best. I think I'll give it a shot. " Much as it'd kill him inside to do so.

When Sonic stepped out of the bathroom following his shower he looked up briefly. Faking a smile like he'd been instructed was too much to ask for from the get go. Instead he'd try to keep a nice, level, and mildly warm tone to his voice when he ... greeted him. " You ready? " It was so hard trying to be pleasant with him. " Mind following Lord Finitevus out? He'll take you down to the Fitting Rooms to get ready for the ceremony. " And that was the end of that. He thought he was polite enough about it. He didn't command him to go down there or drag him down there. He was giving Sonic the option to go and get dressed.

Finitevus nodded lightly to Scourge in approval. Hopefully Sonic would buy into the ruse. Whether he did or not he began inching off the edge of the bed so he could stand. From there he circled around the base of the bed to head to the door. He looked at Sonic briefly though it was more to see how he felt about having a choice then anything else. Would he even notice?

Sonic: What was that old saying? You could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Sonic gave Scourge a funny look. He just... he was expecting a glare from on the other side of that door and a hateful tone of voice. Something was up. To suddenly get pleasant when moments before he looked ready to murder him was just too drastic. Fortunately for Scourge, he wasn't that great of an actor. He could tell he was trying to stay calm but he was way too smart not to be wary at his attempt. Whatever he was up to though, he could live with up until that point. It was undoubtly nicer not to be barked at the second he stepped out of a room.

Sonic had already dressed himself and patted down his fur to the best of his ability. He still had some fur spiked up out of place from being damp but other than that, he was presentable enough and ready to go. He nodded, unsure of what else to do from there. He looked towards Finitevus, hoping he wouldn't take over from where Scourge's anger left off, but he was oddly quiet. He was almost afraid to go with him at that point but, even though Sonic went unnaturally quiet, he seemed to go along with it nicely enough. Just appeared a tad edgy. Could have been that way anyway.
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Dr. Finitevus: " Come along. " Finitevus wouldn't ask the slave twice. Not nicely, anyway.

The doctor wouldn't physically force the hedgehog out of the room since it'd be counterproductive. Instead he held the door open like a gentleman and allowed the hedgehog to walk out in front of him. He didn't really fear the blue hedgehog would run off when he got the opportunity. Even if he did manage to slip his watchful eye there were guards literally on every hallway of the palace. Though Sonic didn't have the same tracking technology that Silver had burned into him he imagined the loudmouth wouldn't get too far.

Finitevus verbally lead Sonic down a hallway with a fancy looking door at the end. " Just head in whenever you're ready. The attendant on the other side will be your personal attendant for however long you intend on keeping up this charade. " He didn't count on it being very long. " They will be one of the few low class citizens that will be in on our little secret and be in charge of ensuring that you can pass for a woman. " It was a bit of a stretch but if anyone could pull it off ...

Those doors lead into a brightly lit white room.

Attendant: Hunkered over a delicate looking white dress in the corner was another hedgehog. A dark furred hedgehog who carefully placed the last few pins in the material before facing the visitors. He had intense blood red eyes that looked between Lord Finitevus and the sullen blue hedgehog. " Good evening, your Highness. Lord Finitevus. " That was probably the first time Sonic was acknowledged first since arriving here: a sign of chance. " The dress has been tailored to the Council's specifications. "

Dr. Finitevus: " Excellent. " Finitevus was admiring his work from across the room. The black hedgehog was truly talented in his art to be able to create such a convincing wedding dress in a handful of hours. " Try and make it look nice for the ceremony. It will be in another hour. " When he said it he meant the slave, not the dress.

Sonic: Sonic's face flushed even at the mention of what was going to occur. Forced to look like a chick wasn't something he thought about happening to him ever. Even under these circumstances. Strange things seemed to happen in his life and without any say-so on his part. Kind of sucked.

At the very least, he intended on getting something out of this. He knew Scourge's desire to become King would outweigh the stubborn need just to spite him. He would get his parents freed and he would gain ownership of Silver or else this charade wasn't about to last any longer than their wedding day. He thought it was small favors anyway; but even with that leverage, Scourge seemed willing to test him with something more. It was hard to get his mind off of what that would be later, but an easy distraction came at the sight of the dress and the ... tailor.

Didn't look like much of one to him! Funny how fate worked out for that guy. Sonic glanced back at Finitevus, an ear twitching. He wasn't sure which he was referring to but the whole idea made his ears drop again in humility. "Let's get this over with..." He mumbled beneath his breath.

Attendant: Lord Finitevus was going to leave the room for this part. He wasn't going far, though. The moment that slave was ready he had to be rushed down to the chapel for the joke of a ceremony. The King wanted Scourge to ascend the throne immediately. That bitter old coot was so paranoid about leaving the throne open in his ill health that he was willing to pull such a deceptive stunt to insure that it wouldn't be. The still tired echidna sat down in a chair just outside of the room and listened. At the first sign of trouble he'd have no problem in reprehending the finicky Queen.

The black hedgehog didn't move until Lord Finitevus was out of the room. Then he looked at the blue hedgehog again with a rather focused gaze. There was something that he was looking for in there but he wouldn't voice in inquiry aloud. Instead he adverted his eyes away abruptly and moved for the door.

" Please remove your clothing and stand towards the center of the room. " He requested softly. His voice was soft, smooth, and collective despite the pressure that came behind the situation. If the audience was able to tell that Sonic was male rather then female the penalty for failing would be death. He knew this but was not worried. You did not become the Queen's Attendant by lacking confidence.

When the door was locked he looked over his shoulder to the blue hedgehog. " You are in very poor health for a Noble's slave. " He noted more to himself then to the slave. " Your coat is dull and full of short patches from where you were punished. There is a cloudiness in your eyes from a lack of nutrition. You are thin and seem to be suffering from respiratory problems. I did not see you walking long enough to see whether or not you have a limp. " Which was what he was watching for now.

A limp would be difficult to mask though not impossible. " As your attendant it's my duty to make sure that you look and feel your best. Simply putting you in a dress whenever you go out will not do. " That would be too simply wouldn't it? " I need to trim your fur to a equal length, fill in the gaps, and apply some powder to cover up the dullness. Clear reflective contacts can probably help your eyes. The dress will do for filling out your figure for now. We'll have to arrange for you to see a Nutritionist about fattening you up and a physical therapist to improve the functionality of your lungs at a later date. " It was going to take a lot of work to bring the future Queen up to health no matter how he looked at it.

" You are branded, correct? "

Sonic: There wasn't much clothing for Sonic to remove. He had his shoes and socks on but didn't have the chance to grab his gloves the morning they were all ambushed on the island. He moved to the center of the room as he requested and was able to kick off his shoes without even having to bend down. He lifted one foot up at a time to peel off his socks and let them fall on top of his shoes.

He watched him carefully, a sort of paranoid look in his eyes when he locked the door. He had every right to be wary of anyone he'd meet. Aside from Silver, no one else has been kind to him in this city. He's stirred up so much trouble, it was sheer luck he's been able to survive this long. The obvious appearance was enough to suggest he almost didn't. Sonic looked just a tad disgruntled as he started listing off what was wrong with him. He tried to look down at himself, wanting to say it wasn't that bad, but he didn't feel like the top of his game either. Then again, he felt a whole lot better since he got to rest that one week on the island before he was dragged back here. Oh, if only this guy could have seen him before!

"Sure know how to flatter somebody, don't ya? I don't have a limp at the moment." Can't say things wouldn't change later though.

When he started to explain what he could do for him, he kind of liked the idea. He supposed it was better than looking as crappy as he felt. "Sounds like you have your work cut out for ya." At the very least, his Attendant was going to have a willing subject.

"Erm..." When he mentioned the brand, he glanced away shyly. "Of course."

Attendant: " We'll have to cover it for now. " A little known slaver's secret was that the brand was actually removable as a failsafe for people of power who were accidentally scarred or branded. The procedure was extremely expensive and involved equipment that commoners didn't have access to. In addition the removal procedure was highly classified as not to allow slave liberators like the hedgehog's parents in on the secret. For that he pulled out a small -slip of lace- that he tossed in his direction. " Use that. " Not that the Council was planning on letting anyone see the slave's thighs but a wedding garter wouldn't rouse any suspicion.


When the future Queen criticized him he just scoffed. " I'm just doing my job. " And he'd do a damn good job at that. Since he didn't have to waste any time making uneven heels to cover up a possible limp he'd concentrate on making him look presentable.


For that he'd retrieve an electric razor, a small makeup kit, a small bottle, and a small pair of scissors from one of the drawers close to the door. " Go ahead and sit. I'll do your upper half first. " That way if they ran out of time at least the areas that would be visible when he put on the dress would be done.

Sonic: Sonic didn't think it was neccessary. He was going to feel ridiculous enough in that dress without having to wear a garter. But no one would see it. He supposed he didn't feel too shy about it then. But then what was the point if no one could see the brand either? He decided not to argue and took it from him and slipped it on.

"I know, I know." He mumbled at his comeback. He was just doin' some harmless teasing. When he directed him to sit, he also complied. He looked to the electric razor and makeup with a frown. He wasn't sure he was going to like just sitting there and letting him work his magic or the aftermath. His foot tapped at the floor anxiously. "So what are you gonna start with first?"


Attendant: The attendant would have called for some food if there was time. He knew that the hedgehog was allowed a meal a day while in the palace but it obviously wasn't enough. Some genuinely good food would have helped to soothe the hedgehog's nerves. Whether it was a 'pretend' wedding or not he was still making one Hell of a commitment. Something to relieve the stress would actually make him appear more vibrant without having to resort to drastic measures.

" A quick trim. " He imagined that Sonic was never groomed before as a slave by the looks of it. This would be quick, painless, and actually make him look leagues better then he did now. He started quickly with the electric razor: cutting close to the skin but not shaving him completely bald to leave behind a short yet fine fuzz. The undercoat. In a few weeks with the right grooming and vitamins his fur would grow back more evenly. His arms, legs, underbelly, sides, chest, and finally his face and ears were done carefully to keep an even appearance. Clumps of fur were brushed away with a soft bristle brush coated with the powder that brightened his fur.

After the trim he used the scissors to have a go at his quills. Since he hadn't been properly groomed in months there were probably a lot of 'dead' quills in there. The dead ones were quills that naturally fell out and were replaced with newer, sharper, quills. He quickly and painlessly removed the dead quills by exposing them with his gloved hand and plucking them out with the scissors. The end result were much smoother looking quills that held their shape well. He combed the remainder back and reshaped them with his hands a special gel to help hold them together. At least until the ceremony ended.

There was a full length mirror opposite of the two so Sonic could see the process as he frantically worked. Following the trim he retrieved a case of what appeared to be colored pencils and held them briefly against the Queen's fur until he found a blue and peach one that matched. " A little pastel to cover the scars. " He only had time to hit the most serious of them with the chalky substance he applied with one hand and the sealing gel he had in the other. Every morning he had to make sure to devote an hour to this task alone. A Queen was not to be marred.

When he finished he stepped around to the front of Sonic, staring right into his eyes. " Hold your head back. " He needed to apply the contacts. In the future they would screen him to ensure he didn't have any vision problems and correct them through the contacts. For now they wouldn't have a prescription or any special properties.

Sonic: Sonic had never been groomed before. When he was a kid, his mom or dad would brush out his fur sometimes after a bath. He remembered always hating it though and running away from them whenever he had the chance. Most of the time they just had to let him air dry. Didn't take long with the speeds he could muster!

The whole grooming process was just a tad awkward for him. He sat there, trying to stay still, and watched him intently through the mirror. During the process, a rather casual question came to mind, something he nearly forgot to ask in such a hostile environment. "What's your name?" What would help him relax the most would be to converse with someone that didn't immediately have it out for him.

When he asked him to hold his head back, he did so hesitantly. He's never worn contacts before. He had no idea how it would feel and being able to keep his eyelids from blinking down may be a bit difficult for him in the beginning.


Attendant: The contacts were going to feel a little uncomfortable for the first few days he wore them. As he grew used to them he'd hardly feel them at all. Heck, he might even grow to like them since they could be used to enhance vision and appearance depending on what he wanted. Any shape or style. To put them in he applied a drop of soothing eye medicine to each eye by holding back the lid briefly. Then the contacts were put in along with another drop of the medicine. The medication would help produce the tears needed to keep the contacts in. As a side effect they'd also make his eyes appear brighter and more vibrant.

He didn't answer the question until he finished his task. " I have no name. " No natural name in any case. It was part of the reason why he didn't introduce himself immediately. The hedgehog seemed more interested in checking his handiwork then having a conversation. " In my country we are not born with names. We earn them. The name I earned for myself is Shadow: one who follows closely behind their assigned but ultimately lives in their shadow. I used to have a title but have since lost it. According to the King and his Council I am nothing more then an attendant. A servant. "


When he found himself satisfied he stood up and went for the dress. " Stand up. I have to put you in your dress. " Which was actually easier said then done. Since the dress was custom made to Sonic's figure he'd have to first slip the dress over him and then painstakingly sew the dress into place so it fit snuggly.
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After the fitting the legal aspect was done. It wasn't long until the honeymoon was literally over. Following a 'Romantic' (as the media put it) weekend honeymoon in the south seas immediately following King Scourge and Queen Marie's marriage the royal couple was returning to the Hedgehog Estate to collect the King's belongings. Since Queen Marie was a lower ranked individual they opted to just buy her new things in Moebotropolis: a clever excuse for explaining why the Queen had nothing to retrieve.


Scourge: The King's private jet touched down right in front of the estate. It was not the same jet that they used to travel before as that was impounded for evidence. Instead they used the King's Imperial Aircraft for the first and probably not the last time. For the first time in months Sonic was allowed to sit in a leather seat beside his new 'husband' in a plush interior where they were served food, drinks, and bits of tropical fruit that the King didn't necessarily like.

Scourge spat out yet another piece of pineapple before looking to his 'wife'. " He's in the dungeon basement. " He knew that Sonic was only concerned with getting one thing out of that house as useless as it was. " Do what you want with him. I don't care. "


Sonic: Sonic looked a bit out of it. It was almost comical his position next to Scourge. How he wound up there was just a ridiculous notion. He shouldn't be sitting there nor dressed looking like a chick. He was still having problems accepting it especially all they went through during their honeymoon. And they did ... a lot. Sonic shifted anxiously in his seat as they finally touched ground again. He was glad to be back. He worried a lot for Silver. He didn't hear the details of what happened to him but he knew it'd be bad. It was a good way to focus on something else too. Other than his new role in this crazy life.

He turned his attention briefly to Scourge and nodded. He'd have it no other way. "Of course, my King. You won't have to put up with him any longer." Just be sure to remember that. Silver was his now, and he was determined to make up for the hell their Master put him through over the last week or so. As soon as he was able, he'd leave the plane and head straight for the dungeon basement. He didn't have anything else to retrieve at this palace. Nothing else was his.

Sonic wondered briefly on his way down how to explain this getup to Silver. He supposed he could explain the idea but not the details behind his and Scourge's marriage. He wasn't sure of Silver's own condition. It probably wouldn't matter at first. But he didn't have to worry. He was going to pamper him and get him well!


Silver: Not a lot had changed with Silver's condition over the days with the last trials and the "honeymoon." When Sonic got down to the basement it wouldn't be hard to smell the blood. His back was on full display, dequilled and all. The quills hadn't started growing back yet. His front side was even worse and the lash on his forehead had barely started healing.

But one thing was different. Silver had managed to drag his battered and broken body over to the table where Lord Finitevus had placed his ripped out quills. They were sprawled out all over the place, as if Silver had tried to pull the tray down himself. The pliers used to dequill him were gripped losely in Silver's hand and drenched in dried blood. The wound that was bleeding the most wasn't even caused by Scourge. With his back quills gone, it was easy to see Silver's brand...and the wounds that the pliers had caused to the brand.

Silver had stabbed and tried to get rid of the thing that caused all of this. If not for that brand then none of this would be happening. It was also quite possibly the strongest "Fuck you" a slave could say to their Master.


Sonic: What a horrible mess. Kind of like an over the top slasher film. There was just... a lot of blood. The smell of it, the sight of it, it all made Sonic's fur stand on end and his heart flutter in a panic. For a split second, before he even saw Silver, he thought that he might have been slaughtered. But seeing the sight of the stained red hedgehog, he started to wander over towards him, wishing he had been faster. He was just in another state of shock. "Silver..." His heart sank, the guilt of not being able to save him from all of this, and getting him involved with him was hard to ignore. If he hadn't dragged him along on that plane, the white hedgehog would have never suffered. "Hey... Hey!" He barked to get him to stop, to try to get his attention. He felt a little sick to his stomach. He realized what Silver was doing and finally ate up the gap between them.

He reached his hand out and took the pliers away from him to throw to the ground. One arm wrapped around him to pull him into his chest. "Oh, Silver. I'm so sorry..." He whispered, ears flat. He didn't want to hold him too tight. He wasn't sure where all the places were that he was hurt. He tried looking him over the best he could, wincing at the sight of his back. He's never seen him look so horrible. He's never seen Silver punished at all, actually. He wished he never had to see it.


Silver: He didn't stop. Dried blood was covered in fresh. He barely heard whoever it was speak. Just a little bit more! It was hard trying to harm himself this way but it was almost gone...

And then the pliers were taken away. No! He was so close! He tried to push himself up, tried to drag himself to where the pliers landed. But strong arms wrapped around him and a silent gasp caught in his throat. This felt so familiar.

"S...Son...ic?" The once white hedgehog's voice was barely recognizable. It was little more than a whisper and hard to understand. The only reason he was talking was because of Lord Finitevus' speed in healing his throat when Scourge had damaged his vocal cords. "You're...alive...T-thank good...ness." Of course, if he kept that up, he wouldn't be talking for long.


Sonic: "Of course. I'm not going anywhere." He ran a hand down his arm gently, up and down, hoping to comfort him. But he made sure to avoid any injuries he could see. He felt horrible seeing him like this. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this. Forgive me. I just wanted you to have a free life." How could he not blame himself now? His plans totally backfired and Silver was probably in worse spirits now than ever before. It terrified him that he wouldn't be able to see his true personna shine anymore.

"I'll take care of you now." He assured, looking him over again, still not sure of all he's endured. He thought he might have a sore throat when he spoke up probably from screaming or maybe he was sick. He also wondered if he could walk. He decided he wouldn't have to regardless. Sonic started to pick him up, trying his best to be careful. Picking him up bridal style may force some pressure on his raw back. He tried to put his arm high near the only quills he had left while his other arm braced him behind his legs. If he didn't object, the blue hedgehog picked him up to carry him out of the dungeon.


Silver: "You're okay...You're...okay..." The pain he felt when Sonic picked him up was nothing compared to the relief of just seeing Sonic alive and well. He was certain he'd never see the blue hedgehog again. An arm reached over and around Sonic's shoulders, pulling him into a weak hug. "Don't be...sorry. My fault...they found us because...of my brand." This was followed by a series of coughs that stained Sonic's outfit even more red.

"You did...what's right." The arm slid down, unable to hold itself up anymore. Silver was getting dizzy and whether it was from the pain or the relief was unknown.


Scourge: Scourge didn't really care what Sonic did with Silver. He was too busy ordering the servants to get his stuff from the loft. He was sitting next to the stairs and giving orders to them through someone who hadn't been seen in quite some time: his butler. For some reason Benjamin looked oddly chipper. That was probably because he'd be relieved of his duties raising the green hedgehog as of today. From now on it would be the responsibility of the King's Council.

The badger looked at Sonic and Silver briefly when they came up. Goodness. The white hedgehog was in worst shape then he thought. He was actually too afraid of the sight to take a look for himself. To sustain the white hedgehog long enough to be rescued he did have the servants slip him water against the King's wishes. " Should I call an ambulance for him, your majesty? "

" I don't care. "

Benjamin winced at the King's sharp response. He hurriedly moved away from the King to approach them. " It will be another hour before we're finished fetching the King's things. If you want to get him some treatment ... " They had to move now.

Sonic: Sonic froze for a moment. The brand was... was a tracker? He often wondered how they were found. He couldn't fault Silver for it. He didn't know... right? "Shh, don't talk. Just rest." What's done is done. Sonic didn't want to dwell on it. Seeing Silver like this was enough stress for him. As he climbed up the stairs, he spotted Scourge shortly after. It was hard not to fix him with a resentful glare. How dare he hurt Silver so severely. The buttler guy had a good idea though. Scourge didn't care, but he did! "Call him an ambulance." He snapped, expecting a quick response. He didn't mean to be short with him, he was just upset.

Silver: Halfway up the stairs Silver's eyes managed to close. He vagely remembered someone giving him some water and it was probably what saved his life. If he didn't die from the wounds then he would have died of dehydration. But where were they going now? He was supposed to be sold to a lab, right? Maybe Sonic had been ordered to take him there. How bittersweet.

He only managed to catch bits and pieces of what Benjamin and Sonic had to say. Only one word made sense to him before he passed out: "ambulance." So what?


Scourge: There was no need in being formal about it in an emergency like this. He just went and did it. Not wanting to forget Scourge's orders as well he told the others of their assignments as he passed. The male servants would bring down the furniture while the females gathered the clothing and other lightly weighted things. Lady Helga, who was coming to live in the palace, was instructed to get anything she couldn't part with from her private kitchen along with her own belongs. Along with Helga he was allowed to take two other servants to serve him in the castle. After a moment's contemplation he opted to take his maid Maggie and leave the other position open for now.

It would take only a minute or two for the ambulance to arrive at the estate. The paramedics brought a stretcher with them into the open doorway but slowed to a stop when they actually saw what type of shape Silver was in. Okay. Plan B. They went back and retrieved a chair from the ambulance that they instructed Sonic to put Silver in. He was strapped in with minimal pressure to his back and chest and then lifted to the ambulance where an IV was waiting. Since he was in such bad shape they opted not to try and wrap him in bandages in the ambulance. He'd have to be driven directly to the hospital.

Scourge didn't pay them any mind until they were about to leave. Only then did he speak up, to Sonic. " Where do you think you're going? "


Sonic: His natural reaction was to go with them. He didn't like how the paramedics looked when they saw Silver. He knew things looked bad but he was going to be alright, right? Sonic had grown increasingly concerned when he passed out. He asked them a couple of times if he was going to be okay but stood back so not to delay the process of loading him up and taking him to the hospital. Sonic started to go with them but paused as he stepped on board, looking back at Scourge. "I want to make sure he's going to be okay." He reasoned defensively, ears back and feeling particularly edgy. Mentally, he hoped Scourge wouldn't make him stay. But with that tone in his voice, he knew if he went, there was going to be consequences.

Scourge: Sonic wasn't going anywhere. " No you're not. " And that was supposed to be the end of the discussion but he knew the blue hedgehog could be dense at times. For that reason he decided to reiterate the reason why he wasn't going to go waste his time. " What the Hell are people gonna think when they see the Queen trailing behind some slave? That she's soft? That she's weak? That maybe the King's weak for letting his wife be seen in public lookin' like you are? " That was a smaller reason on why Scourge didn't want Sonic to go. The much bigger reason was because he wanted to be an ass about it.

" Now get your ass over here, honey, 'fore they have to take two people to the hospital. " He would not ask him twice.


Sonic: He thought his first reason was a rather poor excuse. The people needed to be shown an example of how to act humane. There was nothing wrong with that. Of course, try tellin' it to this guy. It was that explanation that made his blood boil even more than it already was. "That she's kind? That she's thoughtful? That the King ought to learn a thing or two and get a heart?" Just a thought. One that might have pushed one too many buttons already. It was so easy to rile him up, Sonic knew he shouldn't take advantage of that temper. He was just so frustrated with him, he'd really love to pay him back for going so overboard with that poor white hedgehog. "I..." Sonic started to protest further despite his threat. He couldn't hope for it to be empty though. Despite how much he wanted to go, he started to comply. He wasn't going to stand there and argue and delay anymore time, anyway. He waved them on to hurry and take Silver to the hospital.

Scourge: They didn't waste any time. The patient was showing signs of slipping and needed to be treated ASAP. It only too them about forty seconds to load Silver up and rush him to Moebotropolis. Since there was only one hospital in Moebotropolis it would be rather easy for Sonic to find and access Silver later on in the day. Ploy or not the hospital staff had no right to turn away the Queen from anything.

" Good girl. " He mocked Sonic further as the ambulance vanished from sight. " 'cept that little smart mouth of yours. I don't appreciate that. " Just when it looked like Sonic was going to get off easily he threw that curve ball in there. Green knew if he was ever going to make him acceptable he had to nip every instance of bad behavior in the bud. " Since you like mouthin' off so much maybe I'll find a better use for it. " Following their honeymoon he'd grown so comfortable with the concept that he was able to discuss it in public.

" Now go get me a beer. "


Sonic: Unlike Scourge, Sonic wasn't so comfortable about discussing what they did in private. His muscles stiffened a bit when he made that little retort, not having to guess whether or not he was serious. Sonic immediately averted his eyes, trying to ignore how hot his cheeks were getting in nervous tension, and some rather embarrassing memories that were always going to make him flush. He was glad he told him to get him a beer. Gave him a second to recover as he fled the room to fetch just that. He took his sweet time coming back too. In that time, he was able to suck it up and put on a straight face. He furrowed his brows, focusing more on his own anger he felt towards him after what he did to Silver than any worries of what he might try to do later. It was easier to be angry than afraid. "Here," He grunted sharply, "my King." And reached him a can of cold beer. ...If it happened to have gotten shakened violently along the way, it was in no fault of his own.
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