Without Me (Infinite x Reader)

Chapter 2 ~ Interrogation

   I scan into them for a few seconds, they were harsh, cold, bitter. Somebody who has gone through hell. But when they investigated mine too, I saw something else... loss.

   He backed his face away from mine, slowly letting go of my wrists. It was then that I saw that where the smoke-filled sky should be was a metal ceiling instead. The canine got off me, and I backed up away into a corner. It was cold, hard, metal alloy. Three of the walls were made of it, and the other to my left was made of bars. This was a cell. I am prisoner to Infinite and Eggman! And I just had hallucinated in front of the enemy!

   I turn to face the corner, the urge to be sick was overwhelming, and I gagged multiple times, stomach acid burning my throat. A few moments pass of me on my knees, leaned over as I folded my arms over my churning stomach. When nothing exited my mouth, I took in deep breaths, anxiety and realization dawning upon me.

   Oh no, I think, what's going to happen to me? I'm never going to see anybody again! No one will even know what happened to me!

   I slowly turn my head to wall of bars. Infinite stood there quietly with his arms crossed, just watching me. He must have been that person who took off his mask, I think while his bright yellow eye stares into me, I felt judgement. Why would he show his face to me? More importantly, why would he tell me to "calm down"? Why would he even bother with such a petty act that I could have handled on my own eventually? Same with the fact that he kept me from ending my own life. I suppose he wanted, or needed, another source of information. And Infinite has seen me and Sonic work together in the field before, he is aware of my status and that I have a closer relationship with him than most. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, doing the wrong thing. Maybe, if I hadn't been such a coward, I would have just pulled the trigger sooner and this wouldn't have ever happened. Or if I hadn't even decided to leave the city, I wouldn't have been put on the road to this outcome...

   My eyes fall to Infinite's shoes. They were lined with metal, sticking out in sharp points at the ends. If you got kicked by one of those at the correct angle, blood will be drawn.

   "Wha... What's first?" I pant, wiping my mouth with the back of my glove, which wasn't covered in blood like I had imagined. Nothing was on my face, yet I wiped anyway.

   "'First'?" Infinite repeats confused by my vagueness.

   "Torture," I clarify, aware it was coming sooner or later. They could start right away, then let me sit for a while, then continue. Let me sit in a cell, then torture me. Or they could just start now and continue non-stop.

   "Eager, are we?" he says, almost hearing him smiling through the mask. "You aren't begging for mercy like your other comrades," he notes after a moment. "Refreshing."

   "No point. It's not gonna change anything." I turn myself to face him, and plop myself down on my knees, twiddling my thumbs, needing to use my arms somehow. It was a way to attempt to hide my anxiety in this situation. A part of me hoped Infinite would continue to ignore what just happened. I look around the cell quickly while keeping my head lowered. It was relatively large, about fifteen by fifteen in feet. I suppose with this, they can fit more people and tools in to ensure the job gets done. The metal was surprisingly clean. Sterilized. My knife was missing. I couldn't have imagined it, two of Eggman's robots were lying on the opposite side of the cell, sparks coming from one's head and one's eyes. My eye finds a slight glint outside the cell. My knife was on the other side of the bars.

   "How long have you been aware of this?" Infinite asks, out of nowhere. I look up to his mask, unsure what he was referring to.

   I tilt my head as symbol of confusion.