Never Be Ignored..(Sonic Fanfic) (Rewritten)

Chapter One: Freedom?

Consciousness creeps into the back of my mind. Slowly it weaves its way around, making its way through. It creeps down my skin, activating every nerve at once. Oh the pain, the pain. I could feel every broken knuckle; the snapped rib, stabbing through my insides; and worst of all was this blistering headache that thumped and thumped in my head. Teeth grinding one another, hoping to bear the pain, but only made things worse. I could feel each tooth chipping and cracking. No matter how hard I tried there was no escape, no control. 

The air stale and cold, lifeless almost. A deadly silence hangs above not even the usual noises of the inmates are heard. Screeching of rusted metal overcomes the air, breaking the silence. All followed by a blinding light that seeps through my eyelids. Loud mindless chatter follows. Unable to make out the words or even understand their true meaning, I just listen. As the screeching halts the light shines brighter and the mindless gibberish grows louder and louder, rattling my insides. My head thumping harder, my skin crawling and burning at the touch of the air, room spinning out of control. The words louder and louder deafening my shrieks for mercy. Oh the trembling in my every bone as they quake in fear of death.  No longer am I a man none the less a king. I am a helpless soul trapped in damnation. No longer am I a man. I am a mere child quaking at the thunder of a storm. No longer am I a man, but just a pathetic fool who has lost the will to live. May the almighty force kill me now but make the chaos stop!

Like a deafening roar of thunder in the night cries out the words "Stop" in an unfamiliar voice that shakes and cries almost pleading. The roar awakes me from the terrors of this unknown place as I bolt upright only to find myself in a quiet room. Only does the word echo, trembling through the darkness for it is my own voice, but a weaker more pathetic me. My eyes bolt around the room unable to really make things out. It appears to be an infirmary, but there are not any medical machines and the only bed present is mine. Beside lies a small metal table that appears to have nothing on top. The sheets of the bed are thin and soaked in cold sweat and tears, maybe even a little piss. The air is cool, but it seems to never move for there is not one vent or window to circulate it. I can't even spot a door. 

What is this place?

Creaking sounds from above break my train of thought. It sounds almost like footsteps upon an old wooden floor that has been worn down by years of use. The creaks move around in a circular motion not really going anywhere. Though it maybe risky this thing maybe my only hope of escape. Screaming out I try to catch its attention, but the creaking continues without any sense of hesitation. My only hope is to stand on top of the bed and strike the ceiling. As I attempt to rise my legs refuse to move. I squirm beneath the blankets trying to brake free, but such a strong hold is forcing me down. I try over and over again violently twisting and turning. Raw waves of pain attack at full force before I could even act. They strike me blind, throwing me back down only to curse through panting breathes. 

I lie there as still as a corpse in a casket just awaiting the future. I listen carefully as my breathing grows softer. The creaking continues with its repeating cycles. Not one beat is missed as it follows through. Closing my eyes to focus more on the sounds around me, but nothing else is heard for quiet a while. 

Drowsiness soon passes over, creating a cloud of dreams that cycle around. I fight just to keep my consciousness as the dreams start to take control once again. The fine line between reality and dream is now a blur as I hear strange noises. It appears to be someone talking in odd tongues that sounds only like gibberish to me, but soon another voice follows, but this one is different. It's lighter and soft. Maybe a woman or a young girl perhaps. Then another deeper tone releases a stifling laugh that holds my breath in the back of my throat.  Only when it ends am I able to breath once more. Somewhere deep in my gut I can feel the sense of fear arising within, telling me to get the hell out of there.