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Warning: Self-harm and dark scenes for the future. If you don't like don't read.

How could things get this bad?

I flicked open the switchblade, the cold steel shining dimly in the moonlight.

It didn't seem too long ago when I'd broken out of the no-zone prison with the aid of my girlfriend Fiona and my team The Destructix...

I pressed the blade to the tender skin on the inside of my wrist.

How could I be betrayed again? Different team, same result. Every freakin' time!

Cutting into the flesh.

The zone cops were on us fast, it was just me and Fiona... I guess the Doc wasn't happy I ignored him.

Drops of Crimson bubbled up...

And somewhere in the chaos we got separated between zones, now I was stuck here. Alone. Plain and simple.

Drip, dripping down my wrist.

I'd get them back for this, I'll.... I'll... somewhere deep inside me I could hear a voice ask 'You'll what?'

Cutting deeper, Splashing onto the dirty concrete below me.

But still refusing to color my world by stubbornly soaking into the ground.

I was so tired of this, it's been the same since the day I was born. Pain, sadness, anger, hatred.... death.

Before I could stop it an image of my father flashed across my mind, first the one of him as the great peace maker, the father who paid no mind to his son let alone cared the least for anything other than the attention he gained by being the big man on Anti-Mobius... a king you could say.

The next image, the one of him lying on his back, bloody, lifeless, unblinking eyes staring into oblivion after his son, the one he ignored had killed him.

Sad remorse stabbed at my heart but I shook it off, he didn't deserve remorse... the only time the man had anything to do with me was when he beat me.

I was nothing to him, nothing to my mother.... the one who didn't even stick around, I never even got to meet her.... N-not that I wanted to.

My ears instinctively perked up when I heard a crash followed by the laughter of children and then a child was crying.

I got up and went to peek around the corner of the building, not because I cared I was just curious and needed something to get my mind offa things is all, I don't care.

There was at least six bigger kids circling a smaller child who was bruised up and teary eyed.
They were bullying him, that much was obvious.

Oh well, kid had to learn to stick up for himself at some point or other, let him figure it out on his own.

A few bruises and scrapes weren't gonna hurt him.

I barely made it two steps before the crying got louder and turned into pleas for help.
The situation was familiar, from a past life, the life of a child who no longer existed because he'd long been devoured by the hatred that consumed him.

The memories the only thing remaining of the life long past and even they were constantly pushed away. Cause if they resurfaced, if they lived, if they were brought up maybe just maybe that broken child's cries might surface in the an older hedgehog, one who refused to face the past for fear he'd not be able to come back to himself.

The crying grew louder, I took one, two, three steps away. stopped.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." The older green hedgehog huffed out angrily.

And in two quick flashes the older bullies found themselves on there butts and a menacing hedgehog standing over them, shadows hiding his face but the long six inch blade in his right hand was visible, glinting in the moonlights glow.

"Scram!" He barked out gruffly and the kids could't scrabble away fast enough, deserting the hedgehoglet they'd been picking on, leaving him with the scary stranger.

I looked down at the little orange hedgehog, he looked like he might be four years old and he was terrified.

He didn't dare move while the icy gaze of the dimensional criminal remained on him.

"Go on, get outta here kid." I turned and started walking, I didn't make it far.

"Thank you for saving me mister."

I turned my head towards the kid, "You think I saved you? the noise was just getting on my nerves now just get outta here."

"But I'm scared..."

I took in a deep breathe, held it, and huffed.

"Please don't leave me... I need to get back to my mommy."

"Then go!" I snapped, losing my patience.

He jumped, startled by the harsh tone and started to tear up. Oh, you've got to be kidding me...

"Alright, alright... I'll take you home, just no more crying okay?"

He wiped his eyes, "O-okay. um, I'm allahbasder."

My brow furrowed, "alabaster?..."

"Mm-hmm. what's your name?"

I paused, he quirked his head to the side cutely.... wait, not cute, definitely not cute!

"Um, Scourge."

"That's a funny name."

I grunted, "Coming from the brat named Alabaster." He giggled...

"Lets just get going I got things to do."

"Okay, This wa-" He stopped and his eyes widen, "Oh no, your hurt."

"Huh?" I looked down at my wrist, it was still bleeding slowly, I pulled a piece of cloth from my pocket and tied it firmly over the cut like I always do.

I looked up at the kid who was looking like he was worried in a way only a child could be.

"Lets go."

That seemed to snap him out of it and he started walking towards what I figured would be his home.

Not how I expected my night to go but things never go as expected.
I never could stick to a plan.

Description
Warning: Self-harm and dark scenes for the future. If you don't like don't read.

How could things get this bad?

I flicked open the switchblade, the cold steel shining dimly in the moonlight.

It didn't seem too long ago when I'd broken out of the no-zone prison with the aid of my girlfriend Fiona and my team The Destructix...

I pressed the blade to the tender skin on the inside of my wrist.

How could I be betrayed again? Different team, same result. Every freakin' time!

Cutting into the flesh.

The zone cops were on us fast, it was just me and Fiona... I guess the Doc wasn't happy I ignored him.

Drops of Crimson bubbled up...

And somewhere in the chaos we got separated between zones, now I was stuck here. Alone. Plain and simple.

Drip, dripping down my wrist.

I'd get them back for this, I'll.... I'll... somewhere deep inside me I could hear a voice ask 'You'll what?'

Cutting deeper, Splashing onto the dirty concrete below me.

But still refusing to color my world by stubbornly soaking into the ground.

I was so tired of this, it's been the same since the day I was born. Pain, sadness, anger, hatred.... death.

Before I could stop it an image of my father flashed across my mind, first the one of him as the great peace maker, the father who paid no mind to his son let alone cared the least for anything other than the attention he gained by being the big man on Anti-Mobius... a king you could say.

The next image, the one of him lying on his back, bloody, lifeless, unblinking eyes staring into oblivion after his son, the one he ignored had killed him.

Sad remorse stabbed at my heart but I shook it off, he didn't deserve remorse... the only time the man had anything to do with me was when he beat me.

I was nothing to him, nothing to my mother.... the one who didn't even stick around, I never even got to meet her.... N-not that I wanted to.

My ears instinctively perked up when I heard a crash followed by the laughter of children and then a child was crying.

I got up and went to peek around the corner of the building, not because I cared I was just curious and needed something to get my mind offa things is all, I don't care.

There was at least six bigger kids circling a smaller child who was bruised up and teary eyed.
They were bullying him, that much was obvious.

Oh well, kid had to learn to stick up for himself at some point or other, let him figure it out on his own.

A few bruises and scrapes weren't gonna hurt him.

I barely made it two steps before the crying got louder and turned into pleas for help.
The situation was familiar, from a past life, the life of a child who no longer existed because he'd long been devoured by the hatred that consumed him.

The memories the only thing remaining of the life long past and even they were constantly pushed away. Cause if they resurfaced, if they lived, if they were brought up maybe just maybe that broken child's cries might surface in the an older hedgehog, one who refused to face the past for fear he'd not be able to come back to himself.

The crying grew louder, I took one, two, three steps away. stopped.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." The older green hedgehog huffed out angrily.

And in two quick flashes the older bullies found themselves on there butts and a menacing hedgehog standing over them, shadows hiding his face but the long six inch blade in his right hand was visible, glinting in the moonlights glow.

"Scram!" He barked out gruffly and the kids could't scrabble away fast enough, deserting the hedgehoglet they'd been picking on, leaving him with the scary stranger.

I looked down at the little orange hedgehog, he looked like he might be four years old and he was terrified.

He didn't dare move while the icy gaze of the dimensional criminal remained on him.

"Go on, get outta here kid." I turned and started walking, I didn't make it far.

"Thank you for saving me mister."

I turned my head towards the kid, "You think I saved you? the noise was just getting on my nerves now just get outta here."

"But I'm scared..."

I took in a deep breathe, held it, and huffed.

"Please don't leave me... I need to get back to my mommy."

"Then go!" I snapped, losing my patience.

He jumped, startled by the harsh tone and started to tear up. Oh, you've got to be kidding me...

"Alright, alright... I'll take you home, just no more crying okay?"

He wiped his eyes, "O-okay. um, I'm allahbasder."

My brow furrowed, "alabaster?..."

"Mm-hmm. what's your name?"

I paused, he quirked his head to the side cutely.... wait, not cute, definitely not cute!

"Um, Scourge."

"That's a funny name."

I grunted, "Coming from the brat named Alabaster." He giggled...

"Lets just get going I got things to do."

"Okay, This wa-" He stopped and his eyes widen, "Oh no, your hurt."

"Huh?" I looked down at my wrist, it was still bleeding slowly, I pulled a piece of cloth from my pocket and tied it firmly over the cut like I always do.

I looked up at the kid who was looking like he was worried in a way only a child could be.

"Lets go."

That seemed to snap him out of it and he started walking towards what I figured would be his home.

Not how I expected my night to go but things never go as expected.
I never could stick to a plan.