Broken of Sanity

Warnings: contains blood, gore, violence, mental illness and everything associated with that, adult themes (drinking, implications of adultry, etc.), boyXboy pairings, harsh slurs, profanity, character death, (will add to this in other chapters if I think of anything else).

Disclaimer: I own this story and any OC that shows up. Sonic and friends belong to SEGA and the Sonic Team. Any other character that appears belongs to their respective owners. I also own the "cover" to this story. If you like it, see end of chapter for more info.

Rating: Rated M (mature) for obvious reasons (see WARNINGS above if you haven't already).

Summary: Times are changing in Sonic's world. Eggman is executed for the crimes he's committed and the government takes Sonic into captivity for their own personal gain. Sonic is forced to go through almost six years of absolute hell until he's finally able to escape. But he's not the same, and neither is anyone else, and there's the threat of a war between mobians and humans. How will Sonic cope will all the changes? Eventual Sonilver.

Author's Notes: Hi guys! Long time no see, huh? I just want to start out with saying-to those who have followed me and/or my stories-thank you so much! It seriously means the world to me that people actually like my stuff! It's awesome to be getting all these notifications popping up on my phone, saying someone has followed me and/or one of the stories I've written on here.
Moving onto the story, my interest in Sonic has recently been revived. And, knowing me, it wouldn't be too long until I started writing Sonic fanfiction. It comes as no surprise that I would think this story up, seeing as I, for some reason, love torturing characters. Anyways, that's all I have to say for now so enjoy!

P.S.: I may or may not finish this story, we'll see how it goes. Sorry in advance if I don't, but I rarely ever finish any of the stories on here, so...yeah. Onto the chapter.

Prologue

Heavy footsteps stampede sloppily through the forest. The wet sloshing of leaves and muted sound of snapping branches is evident of the heavy rainfall that had taken place just hours before. It had washed away everything old. like replacing the artwork of an artist with a fresh blank canvas.

It's cold, but it doesn't affect the creature stumbling through the forest. His fur is thick enough to keep him warm, even in the coldest of winters. But the weather isn't his main concern right now. In fact, it isn't even a thought that crosses his mind. He's more focused on the angry shouting that rises up in the distance behind him.

He's desperate to get away, but he's quickly growing exhausted. Something he's become very familiar with over his five and a half years of torture.

"Shoot that rat down!" A faint voice suddenly roars over the rest of the mesh of voices. It shoots fear through the creatures' heart. It's strong enough to make him almost freeze. Almost. That voice is the voice of the man that had tormented him all these years.

'I'm not a rat!' He can't help but think angrily. A shimmer of his old personality peaks through a curtain of dark trauma. He swears on his life that he would never lose himself, that he would never give up hope. It's the one thing that's kept him mostly sane throughout the years. It reminds him of the good days. Back when he could run free of his own will, fighting alongside his friends for the good of the world.

His heart aches of the bittersweet memories. Oh how he wishes he could go back, to retreat into his memories.

A bang suddenly echos throughout the busy forest, ripping Sonic away from his thoughts. A bullet whizzes past his right ear, just centimeters from ripping a hole through the delicate cartilage. It hits the tree right in front of him. He stumbles to a stop, though he trips over a twisted tree root hidden under a thick layer of wet leaves. He falls forwards and lands flat on his face with a winded "oof" escaping his heavily bruised chest.

"Got you now, Sonic." A menacing voice suddenly says. The same voice that can easily strike fear through Sonic's voice. The voice that, if there's a devil, would belong to said devil.

The creature known as Sonic is barely able to prop himself up on his hands. His arms shake and his breathing is heavy and uneven. His heart races quickly in his chest and thick jolts of fear twist painfully in his stomach. And he still manages to look up at this man, glaring him straight in the eyes, baring his fangs as he does so.

His large fluffy ears swivel all around on his head when he hears the quiet snap of a twig nearby. He listens intently though he never takes his eyes off the man in front of him. He can hear multiple humans all around him, hiding behind trees, bushes, rocks, anything really.

"I thought you knew better." The man's voice drones out as he lowers his shotgun from Sonic's forehead. If looks could kill, this man would be laying in a mangled heap of bones and flesh at Sonic's feet, slowly dying an agonizing death. And even that doesn't feel like justice for Sonic.

"Even now you still manage to surprise me." The man says as he casually wonders closer to the feral beast. There's a twisted smirk on his face and his clothes reek strongly of the cleaning chemicals used back at the lab. Sonic can only imagine what he had been doing before he had been alerted to Sonic's escape.

The man comes to a stop and leans down so he's eye level with the injured creature. His gray blue eyes have an amused sparkle. "I guess you didn't learn from all the other times you pulled something like this. I guess it's time to truly show you your place in this world, pet."

The only warning is a low, guttural snarl in the back of Sonic's throat before he lunges. He's fast, despite the multiple injuries littering his body. He manages to pin the man to the ground, a hand on both sides of his shoulders to keep him from trying to roll away.

Metallic clicking can be heard all around him in a huge circle as the humans prepare their guns to shoot.

"Don't fire!" The man below Sonic shouts as he holds an arm up against Sonic's bruised chest. "Do not shoot!"

Sonic doesn't know why he tells his men this. Maybe it's because he wants Sonic alive, or maybe his ego won't allow the others to help him from his inevitable death. Whatever it is, Sonic doesn't care. It gives him more time to savor the death of his tormentor.

Sonic presses against the arm holding him back, using all his weight. His snapping jaws are just centimeters away from ripping his man's face to shreds and his claws dig deep into the ground to steady himself. He looks absolutely crazed right now, and deep down he's afraid that he's finally lost his mind. Gone insane, ballistic from trauma.

He's too focused on all the emotions raging through him, all the pent up rage and hopelessness and sadness and frustration and everything else he's ever felt over the past five and a half years. It all comes spilling out, the cork to the metaphorical bottle popping clean off, unable to hold it all.

Sonic doesn't notice the man below him slowly inching to the left. The man's hand claws at the ground in terrified desperation. Sonic can see it in his eyes, and he drinks every last inch of the moment. He can feel the arm holding him back shake with the strain of holding him away, and he knows that soon the arm would give out and Sonic would finally be able to-

There's a click, and Sonic's eyes immediately widen. The man below him smirks triumphantly and Sonic instantly knows that he's in trouble.

Time feels endless and slow. Sonic feels the cold tip of the gun press uncomfortably against his left side. A heart stopping bang rings out through the forest. Everything goes still. Everything goes silent. No one moves and no one makes a sound as they stare in bewilderment at what just happened.

Sonic is frozen in place, eyes wide. His mouth hands open, blood falling from his mouth like sticky drool. His scared green eyes slowly look over to the shotgun held in the man's free hand, still pressed against Sonic's now heavily bleeding side. The dripping of thick liquid falling to the wet leaves below fills the tense silence. And then Sonic's body goes slack, the only thing keeping him up is the hand still pressed against his chest.

He's thrown to the right and lands heavily on his uninjured side. High pitched whine is heard as Sonic breathes heavily, his breath rattling around in his chest. His heart races dangerously fast and his vision quickly blurs in and out of focus. A fiery agony rips through his entire body through the shock and adrenaline.

There's a huge hole in his side where he was shot point blank, the fur around it singed. Blood quickly gushes from the wound in thick waves, soaking the fur around the wound. It rolls down his side, down his belly, where it pools in a thick puddle on the mulch below.

"This is what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you." The man suddenly says, cutting through Sonic's high pitched whining. He stands up, holding his shotgun securely in his hand. He smiles a slick, oily smile that sends shivers down Sonic's already shaking body.

The man takes the few short steps to get to Sonic. He lifts a foot and stomps it down against Sonic's bleeding side, causing a yelp of pain to rip from Sonic's throat. "How pathet-"

Sonic doesn't think. He feels like an animal, trapped in a corner with nothing but his teeth and claws to defend himself. And that's exactly what he does.

He twists towards the man's leg and opens his powerful maw. He clamps his jaw shut around the man's whole leg, drawing a startled scream from the man above. Sonic relishes in the feeling of his razor sharp teeth sinking through skin and muscle. He forces himself not to gag as the man's blood pools in Sonic's mouth, trickling down his chin in a sticky mix of blood and saliva.

The tips of his canines scrape hard bone and Sonic does his best to leave gashes in the strong material. The man throws his head back with a howl of pain, sweat glistening on his oily forehead. He wastes no time to lift the shotgun and bring it down heavily against Sonic's head.

It takes five harsh hits with the butt of the shotgun to get Sonic to let go. Once Sonic does let go he quickly throws the man off of him and stands on all fours, his whole body shaking. He wastes no time when he hears the clicking of guns all around him. He shoots off into the forest, the sound of gunshots following quickly after.

There are only three people in the way of Sonic's escape, and he quickly tears through them. They don't even manage to land a single hit on Sonic. He's moving too much and too fast.

Sonic goes for the person closest to him first. The man backs up and aims his gun at Sonic, though he doesn't even get the chance to pull the trigger. The feral beast leaps on the man, the force sending him falling to the ground. He drops his gun. A scream of fear sounds through the forest though it's quickly cut off as Sonic clamps his strong jaws down over the man's head. He easily crushes the skull and gags at the disgusting iron taste of blood and brain matter.

He rushes to the second person and draws his hand back. He slashes his black claws across both of the man's ankles. A deep snap is heart as the man's achilles tendons both snap, rolling up his leg. He throws his head back with a scream, though it doesn't last as Sonic slashes his claws across his throat, slitting his artery. Sonic leaves the man in a bloody heap on the ground, body convulsing as his life force quickly dies away.

The third person manages to shoot a few rounds at Sonic, though the beast quickly manages to dodge it all. His quills bristle and an animalistic snarl rises in his throat, his green eyes wild. He shoots a rain of sharp navy blue quills at the man in front of him. They pierce his body in multiple places and Sonic uses the distraction to rush in. He stands on his hind legs, grabs both of the man's arms, and pulls.

The appendages are ripped from the body in a gush of blood. Sonic then kicks the man into a tree and continues on his way.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. No one even had time to react and try to stop Sonic. Under no circumstances will he allow himself to be captured again. Even if he is losing a dangerous amount of blood from the hole in his side.

The inside of his arm rubs uncomfortably against his left side, coating the fur in messy crimson liquid. With every step he feels more sick. His head is spinning and he can feel a trickle of blood running down the left side of his head from when he had been hit with the gun five times.

He can hear shouting behind him, growing fainter and fainter the further he gets. Though, this time, it's followed by the dangerous gunshots. The bullets hit the trees around Sonic, and he has to dodge a few here and there. He knows they're just shooting out blindly in hopes of crippling him in some way.

Sonic doesn't know how long he runs or how far he gets. His body is starting to slowly wear down with each step and he feels like crying from the intense pain blossoming throughout his body. Like when a drop of water hits paper and slowly spreads. But one thing is for sure, he'd die before he let himself be captured again.

A bullet suddenly hits the ground behind one of Sonic's feet. A startled yelp escapes as he stumbles forwards. He steps on a smooth rock and loses his footing. He slides forwards and falls. Gravity does the rest and pulls him down with her cold grasp. Sonic rolls down a steep hill, and if it isn't for the way it slopes, it would be considered more of a cliff than anything.

He rolls and rolls and rolls. Sticks stab at his skin and rocks bruise him painfully when he hits them. Leaves and twigs get tangled in his already matted navy blue fur. He leaves a heavy blood trail behind him as he descends the hill.

A large flat rock suddenly juts out from the side of the hill, angled upwards. Sonic rolls off of it and his stomach drops as he flies through the air with a cry. He hits the ground below soon after, landing with a splash in the small creek down below. He lands on his chest first, and he hears a loud snap followed by a sharp pain in his lung. He coughs up a few specks of blood shortly after.

The pebbles dig into his skin uncomfortably, and the cold water immediately seeps through his fur. Seeing as his fur will do no good in keeping him warm anymore, he shivers uncontrollably. The slowly moving water stings his wound greatly, sending a whole fresh shock of pain through his already worn down body.

He's exhausted. He can't focus. Nausea swims around in his stomach and he has to choke back the bile that repeatedly climbs up his throat. His head pounds painfully and his vision goes back and forth between blurry and clear. His heart is still racing in his chest and he knows that it probably isn't the safest to have his heart beating this fast for this long.

Within minutes his whole underside along with his arms and legs are completely soaked through. His sharp teeth chatter as strong shivers rip through his body, biting at his sore muscles. Every single sound is like a knife to his brain. Even with his ears pinned down against his skull, the sounds are still painful.

His blood clouds in the water and is gently carried away downstream. It leads a trail of watered down blood snaking through the water, leading back to the unmoving Sonic. He doesn't know how long he lays there, trembling both from the cold and pain.

A faint sound rises up in the distance. Sonic's ears slowly perk up atop his head, swiveling slowly around to try and put a name to the sound. He hears it again. And he goes completely still, eyes widening. Barking. He can hear dogs. His blood goes even colder than the icy creek he's laying in, and his heart stutters in his chest as a fresh wave of fear floods his system.

It wouldn't take long for the dogs to track him down. It's now or never to put more distance between himself and his captors, and he intends to chose "now".

Sonic's raspy breath rattles in his bruised chest as he slowly stands up on all fours. He looks like a drowned rat with the way his fur sticks to his scrawny body, showing every single bone. Anyone would be able to easily count each of his ribs from across the room, even if they had bad eyesight.

He slowly looks around, trying to focus on his surroundings. Everything is just a blend of browns and greens and grays. He can't make sense of any of it. He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know where to go, and his body is just seconds away from giving out on him.

And then a thought swims up from the ocean of confusion in his brain. The bullet. When he had been shot, he hadn't felt the exit wound. Which means the bullet is still stuck deep in Sonic's side.

His whole world comes crashing to the side. He stumbles forwards, water splashing up around him. He breathes heavily as everything slowly starts to press down on his shoulders. His head clears somewhat and he can finally make out everything around him. But the thing he spots is a small overhang of rock, creating an even smaller cave underneath.

Sonic slowly limps over, grimacing with each step. He can hear the barking in the distance. It sounds somewhat closer. They're following his trail, so he'd have to make this fast.

The cave is just big enough to fit Sonic comfortably. He practically collapses against the wall when he gets there. He's breathing heavily and he leans his head back against the cold stone, breathing out slowly through his parted lips. He waits for the pain in his side to die down to a sharp throb, enough to where he can focus on getting the bullet out.

He sucks in a sharp breath and tries not to think about what he's about to do as he hovers his hand over his side. The claws of his index finger and thumb are centimeters away from the gaping, bloody hole in his side. With his head still against the stone wall, he slowly exhales through his nose and starts the procedure.

Sonic would've sobbed right then and there had he not bit the inside of his cheek. He plunges his finger and thumb into the wound. His eyes water and he has a sharp intake of breath. He can feel his finger and thumb ripping through the muscle, making room.

A fiery anguish burns through his entire body, and he suddenly doesn't feel cold anymore. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth. A painful cry ghosts past his sharp teeth and tears mist over in his eyes. He refuses to let them fall, though.

His finger and thumb gradually sink slowly into his side. He has to take occasional pauses here and there because he would repeatedly start to feel sick and lightheaded. Sonic had almost passed out a few times, though he doesn't know if it's from blood loss or the pain.

But the bullet is in too deep. With a weak cry he has to push his whole hand into the wound in order to reach the bullet. Part of him doesn't understand why he's doing this. Part of him wonders if he really should be trying to take this bullet out of his side all by himself. But then his paranoia kicks in and tells him to keep doing it. What if it's a tracking device? What if it's poisoned? What if it's a combination of the two? He wouldn't put it past the humans, especially after all they've done to him.

And then finally, finally, he feels his claw scratch against something heard. A sigh of relief escapes as he grips the metal bullet with his two claws. He starts to carefully pull the bullet from the wound, not wanting his claws to slip due to the thick blood coating his hand and the bullet. The process is long, and Sonic would rather get shot point blank again than pull a bullet out of himself.

His claws suddenly slip from the bullet. The claws from his other fingers stab painfully into the muscle around. A choked sob escapes Sonic's throat and he bites his tongue to keep the tears from falling down his scarred muzzle. He quickly regains the bullet in his grasp though, and continues the procedure.

Slowly, he finally pulls the bullet from the even bigger hole in his side now. He doesn't even have the strength to hold the bullet up in front of his face for him to look at it. His hand drops to the stone floor, the bullet rolling away. He stares numbly at the wall opposite if him, sleek blood shinning on his hand and past his wrist. He breathes heavily and tries to keep himself from passing out due to the heavy blood flow from his side.

And in the distance, even closer than ever, he hears the barking of dogs.

Author's Note: So? How'd you guys like it? Was it good? Bad? Okay? Do you want me to continue it? Also, what Sonic characters would you want to see show up in this? I have an idea of who's going to be in the story so far, but I'd like to hear your guys' input on things! And as for the "cover" to this story, I drew it myself. I didn't want to take anyone else's off of Google or something, and I like drawing so I thought why not? If you like my artwork, you can check out my Deviantart and even my YouTube channel for more.

Deviantart: dreamcatcheroflight

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And with that out of the way, have a good day/night!