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(Warning: This fanfiction is pretty dark so read at your own risk! This fanfiction and image were inspired by the song, "And We Run" by Within Temptation. If you have not heard this song, I would suggest listening to it since it sounds like it would be the theme song of ScourgAmy! One of my most favorite ships, ever! Second only to ShadAmy. Well anyways, you have been warned. Oh and for those you who want to hear "And We Run" well, here you go! www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW__Up… ;Oh, and if you wish to color this, just ask and I will send you a link without the watermark, just be sure to tag me in it, alright?)

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“I don't need your pity!” The green hedgehog spat angrily, directed towards his captive. She winced at his harsh words and blinked once when a small fleck of saliva hit her check. But yet, her expression remained the same. It was an expression of concern and pity, with sadness mixed in. Her heart yearned for this poor, misunderstood hedgehog.

She could see the torment, loneliness and emptiness beating inside his chest. He had long since pushed hope and love and everything good away, leaving his heart cold and empty, to which his only actions to fill it were simply, drinking, fighting and women. She didn't know when he started to feel like this exactly, but she felt sorry for him.

Her motherly nature made her want to simply take him and hold him in her bosom and try to ease the pain and torment he experienced, but was too thick to realize he had. But she couldn't because she was tied to a chair, and had been for the past few hours.

It was only a day ago though, Amy was out shopping for dinner, and she was headed off to another store to buy the few last final ingredients that she needed. Out of nowhere she felt a slight breeze even though there had been no wind, and then strong arms grabbed her and held a rag dipped in chloroform up to her nose. She tried to struggle and kick her way free, but the chloroform quickly took effect and moments later she was unconscious.

She woke up in an unfamiliar place, but quickly figured out that she was in a dungeon, but where? Time passed, long or short, she wasn't sure. Finally she heard a door open and there was Sonic's anti, Scourge the Hedgehog. He entered the cell in which Amy was being held captive and forced her into a chair, and using his speed had her tied up before she could even blink.

At first Amy resisted and called him nasty names and told him that he would get a major butt kicking when Sonic found her. Scourge simply said nothing taking in the abuse she lashed out, but of course she had every reason to be angry. Without a word, and as quick as a flash of lightning he slapped her across the face.

Amy was so taken aback, that she was at a loss for words. No-one had ever hit her before like that, not even out of spite. The green hedgehog leaned in close to her and Amy instantly caught whiff of alcohol on his lips. “Be quiet and be a good little hostage, or else I will have to get rough with you!”

Amy sat silently staring into his piercing icy blue eyes with pure anger. But then she realized something. It was a gift really. She had always been good at reading peoples eyes, after all, the eyes are the gateways to the soul. And she stared deeply into his eyes, she began to see he was in pain, not physically but emotionally. She stared deeper, and just like peeling back the layers of onions, she began to see more torment, sadness, fear, rage and other emotions that she had never, ever seen before in just one person.

Without even realizing it, she had begun to feel sorry for this poor creature, and she couldn't even begin to comprehend why.

“I told you to stop looking at me like that!” He shouted.

Amy was silent but then a weak, “I'm sorry.” passed through her lips.

Scourge froze, and gulped. He narrowed his eyes at her and asked, “What?”

“You just … I mean, you've experienced so much pain and hurt and your lashing out because you don't know what to do with your feelings.”

Scourge took a step back. Her words pierced through his heart like a sharp dagger. “You have no clue what your talking about!” He yelled.

Amy bit her lip but then calmly asked, “Who hurt you?”

Scourge clenched his fists. “It doesn't concern you!” But then he looked down at his feet. Right away several things came to mind, the women he slept with, they only came to him for a good time but then would leave the next morning. Some would even stay for a little while but in the end eventually stab him in the back. Then there was the world itself. Just an innocent young child, growing up on the streets of Anti-Mobius. He had to steal to survive, he had to fight to live.

Fight to live on a corrupted planet where old men loved to have fun with little boys, and hurt them in so many ways. The old memory he had buried down deep in his chest, and he involuntarily shuddered. Then there was the street gangs who would pick on him and beat him up just because he was small and weak.

Scourge was now shaking, these horrible memories, the ones he ran away from so often were coming back once more to haunt his mind.

His father. His father absolutely hated him. His mother died in childbirth, and his father never wanted his son, so when Scourge was only five years old, his father kicked him out onto the streets. Scourge was actually happy when he heard years later that the old bastard died in his sleep. But was he really? He looked up to his father and adored him, because everyone respected him and were in awe of him. But his father could have cared less what happened to his son.

Scourge could barely control his body. “Don't talk about me like you know me!” he shouted, “You have no clue what its like to be hated and rejected by your own father! You have no idea what its like to grow up on the streets where everyone wants you dead. You have no idea what its like to want to be loved but everyone hates you! You have no idea what its like to live in a world where you have to fight to survive and power is the only way to survive!”

Amy looked at him and shook her head, “Your right. I don't.”

Scourge felt frozen once more and he looked at her in silence.

“I don't know what it feels like exactly, but I lost my parents when I was young to Robotnik. I had to grow up alone and on the streets until my cousin found me and raised me 'til I was old enough to go out on my own.” Amy said, “I fought to survive though, and I fought for my friends survival. And while I don't know exactly what you went through, I feel sorry for you.”

Scourge wasn't sure how to react. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably now. He reached out to slap her, but couldn't bring his hand down.

Instead he simply turned away. He walked along the empty hallways of Castle Acorn. He made one quick turn into his bedroom and shut the door. He slid down the door shaking. His throat felt dry and sticky, and he couldn't stop shaking. Before he knew what was going on, two hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Then another and another. He was crying, something he swore never to do ever since he was little. He didn't know who he was crying for. Himself or her? She almost knew what it was like to be him, and yet, even though he hurt her, she felt sorry for him!
Scourge couldn't do much anything at this point. He slowly stood up and dragged himself towards the window overlooking a towering forest. It was raining again, and he saw a familiar blue streak running towards the castle. He didn't move.
He had originally captured Amy just so he could pick a fight with Sonic but now he could not. Moments later Sonic came running back out holding Amy in his arms. Scourge watched and could have sworn he saw Amy looking up at him, staring with her kind jade eyes.

He placed his hand on the window and mouthed out something. He wasn't sure quite what he was saying, but he knew that he wanted Amy to come back. But she was gone. But the memory and seed that were planted into his heart remained.
He wanted what Amy had, but more specifically, he wanted Amy.

Description

(Warning: This fanfiction is pretty dark so read at your own risk! This fanfiction and image were inspired by the song, "And We Run" by Within Temptation. If you have not heard this song, I would suggest listening to it since it sounds like it would be the theme song of ScourgAmy! One of my most favorite ships, ever! Second only to ShadAmy. Well anyways, you have been warned. Oh and for those you who want to hear "And We Run" well, here you go! www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW__Up… ;Oh, and if you wish to color this, just ask and I will send you a link without the watermark, just be sure to tag me in it, alright?)

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“I don't need your pity!” The green hedgehog spat angrily, directed towards his captive. She winced at his harsh words and blinked once when a small fleck of saliva hit her check. But yet, her expression remained the same. It was an expression of concern and pity, with sadness mixed in. Her heart yearned for this poor, misunderstood hedgehog.

She could see the torment, loneliness and emptiness beating inside his chest. He had long since pushed hope and love and everything good away, leaving his heart cold and empty, to which his only actions to fill it were simply, drinking, fighting and women. She didn't know when he started to feel like this exactly, but she felt sorry for him.

Her motherly nature made her want to simply take him and hold him in her bosom and try to ease the pain and torment he experienced, but was too thick to realize he had. But she couldn't because she was tied to a chair, and had been for the past few hours.

It was only a day ago though, Amy was out shopping for dinner, and she was headed off to another store to buy the few last final ingredients that she needed. Out of nowhere she felt a slight breeze even though there had been no wind, and then strong arms grabbed her and held a rag dipped in chloroform up to her nose. She tried to struggle and kick her way free, but the chloroform quickly took effect and moments later she was unconscious.

She woke up in an unfamiliar place, but quickly figured out that she was in a dungeon, but where? Time passed, long or short, she wasn't sure. Finally she heard a door open and there was Sonic's anti, Scourge the Hedgehog. He entered the cell in which Amy was being held captive and forced her into a chair, and using his speed had her tied up before she could even blink.

At first Amy resisted and called him nasty names and told him that he would get a major butt kicking when Sonic found her. Scourge simply said nothing taking in the abuse she lashed out, but of course she had every reason to be angry. Without a word, and as quick as a flash of lightning he slapped her across the face.

Amy was so taken aback, that she was at a loss for words. No-one had ever hit her before like that, not even out of spite. The green hedgehog leaned in close to her and Amy instantly caught whiff of alcohol on his lips. “Be quiet and be a good little hostage, or else I will have to get rough with you!”

Amy sat silently staring into his piercing icy blue eyes with pure anger. But then she realized something. It was a gift really. She had always been good at reading peoples eyes, after all, the eyes are the gateways to the soul. And she stared deeply into his eyes, she began to see he was in pain, not physically but emotionally. She stared deeper, and just like peeling back the layers of onions, she began to see more torment, sadness, fear, rage and other emotions that she had never, ever seen before in just one person.

Without even realizing it, she had begun to feel sorry for this poor creature, and she couldn't even begin to comprehend why.

“I told you to stop looking at me like that!” He shouted.

Amy was silent but then a weak, “I'm sorry.” passed through her lips.

Scourge froze, and gulped. He narrowed his eyes at her and asked, “What?”

“You just … I mean, you've experienced so much pain and hurt and your lashing out because you don't know what to do with your feelings.”

Scourge took a step back. Her words pierced through his heart like a sharp dagger. “You have no clue what your talking about!” He yelled.

Amy bit her lip but then calmly asked, “Who hurt you?”

Scourge clenched his fists. “It doesn't concern you!” But then he looked down at his feet. Right away several things came to mind, the women he slept with, they only came to him for a good time but then would leave the next morning. Some would even stay for a little while but in the end eventually stab him in the back. Then there was the world itself. Just an innocent young child, growing up on the streets of Anti-Mobius. He had to steal to survive, he had to fight to live.

Fight to live on a corrupted planet where old men loved to have fun with little boys, and hurt them in so many ways. The old memory he had buried down deep in his chest, and he involuntarily shuddered. Then there was the street gangs who would pick on him and beat him up just because he was small and weak.

Scourge was now shaking, these horrible memories, the ones he ran away from so often were coming back once more to haunt his mind.

His father. His father absolutely hated him. His mother died in childbirth, and his father never wanted his son, so when Scourge was only five years old, his father kicked him out onto the streets. Scourge was actually happy when he heard years later that the old bastard died in his sleep. But was he really? He looked up to his father and adored him, because everyone respected him and were in awe of him. But his father could have cared less what happened to his son.

Scourge could barely control his body. “Don't talk about me like you know me!” he shouted, “You have no clue what its like to be hated and rejected by your own father! You have no idea what its like to grow up on the streets where everyone wants you dead. You have no idea what its like to want to be loved but everyone hates you! You have no idea what its like to live in a world where you have to fight to survive and power is the only way to survive!”

Amy looked at him and shook her head, “Your right. I don't.”

Scourge felt frozen once more and he looked at her in silence.

“I don't know what it feels like exactly, but I lost my parents when I was young to Robotnik. I had to grow up alone and on the streets until my cousin found me and raised me 'til I was old enough to go out on my own.” Amy said, “I fought to survive though, and I fought for my friends survival. And while I don't know exactly what you went through, I feel sorry for you.”

Scourge wasn't sure how to react. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably now. He reached out to slap her, but couldn't bring his hand down.

Instead he simply turned away. He walked along the empty hallways of Castle Acorn. He made one quick turn into his bedroom and shut the door. He slid down the door shaking. His throat felt dry and sticky, and he couldn't stop shaking. Before he knew what was going on, two hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Then another and another. He was crying, something he swore never to do ever since he was little. He didn't know who he was crying for. Himself or her? She almost knew what it was like to be him, and yet, even though he hurt her, she felt sorry for him!
Scourge couldn't do much anything at this point. He slowly stood up and dragged himself towards the window overlooking a towering forest. It was raining again, and he saw a familiar blue streak running towards the castle. He didn't move.
He had originally captured Amy just so he could pick a fight with Sonic but now he could not. Moments later Sonic came running back out holding Amy in his arms. Scourge watched and could have sworn he saw Amy looking up at him, staring with her kind jade eyes.

He placed his hand on the window and mouthed out something. He wasn't sure quite what he was saying, but he knew that he wanted Amy to come back. But she was gone. But the memory and seed that were planted into his heart remained.
He wanted what Amy had, but more specifically, he wanted Amy.