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"This is personal, but the way." Starline hisses at Sonic.

The Hedgehog only responds by writhing in pain. He claws at his skin and cries out pointlessly. There's no one but Starline here to hear him, and the tormentor isn't about to show him any mercy.

It's hard to breathe, what with all the shouting and crying. But also with the fact his lungs feel as if they've been ripped to shreds. The burning in his lungs sets his whole body on an imaginary fire. He takes a moment from the senseless screeching in order to gasp for breath.

Useless.

Everything he does is useless. His body will twitch and shudder in utter pain, but he can't just breathe.

'By Gaia, get up!' His mind cries, pleading and begging to be saved. To stand and run and just.
To live.
But his body's tired and broken and he's scared.

Through hazy vision, he stares at Starline, who is carefully peeling off his bloodied gloves. A mixture of anger and fear, but confusion as well burns in his chest. Personal is what Starline calls this all.

Yet all Sonic ever tried to do was help people.

And what's that gotten him? Red soaking his body and what might very well be death around the corner?

"You see, no one will accept Surge and Kitsunami if you're still here." Starline says. Sonic's heard it before. He tries to ignore the madman ramblings, but his mind begs for all stimuli. Anything that tells him he's still alive. "So, you have to die. If you had just surrendered your position as hero, then you'd be able to live, but,"

Starline shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "Stubborn you are, my friend."

Sonic would punch that man if he had the strength.

"Still," Starline gives the Hedgehog a polite, grim smile. "I'll come back soon to make sure you're dead." Before he leaves, he says something that makes Sonic's blood freeze. "You won't be alone got long- in whatever part of the Underworld you go to."

An almost primal cry comes to his throat as his body forces itself up. Starline stumbles back, startled by the sudden anger. With an annoyed sigh, he kicks Sonic's weak form back down.

Sonic's vision blackens for a moment, leaving him in darkness. Starline leaves and he's... alone.

He's lying on the ground, bleeding out and falling to death alone. The teen traces his fingers along his chest, feeling it tingle with pain that he can't bother to react to anymore. The claws on Starline's gloves had practically split his chest across.

He's sure that his head is bleeding, too. He can feel some blood dried in clumps in his hair.

Burning tears start pouring down his face and his body - as much as it hurts - shakes with cries. Choked, tormented sobs escape his throat, guttural in nature. Blood spurts from his chest as it heaves. He gags and winces at his crying.

His hand convulses and grabs at his chest. He lets out another howl of pain.

When he imagined his death before, he'd thought it would be fighting nobly against Eggman, or at peace in old age.

Not wailing like the child he was when his parents died.

His chest burning, his head beating furiously, and his eyes blind with tears, he just wishes for it all to end.

Then, it does. Everything goes still.