Me: Okay so I'm gonna make the align go left for the remainder of the story.

Theawesomecooljay: Just how is this gonna help?

Me: It will man trust me.

- Sonamy: Return -

"DASH!"

Dash opened her eyes reluctantly. She had been having the most wonderful dream about her and Sonic and was disappointed to have been interrupted.

Sunshine was standing over her bed, shaking her with infuriating strength. "WAKE UP!" she screamed.

Dash covered her head with her blanket. "Go away! I'm sleeping." Her voice was muffled from under all the layers of fluff.

"Get out of bed!" Sunshine cried out. She grabbed Dash's feet and pulled them as hard as she could to force her out from under the covers. The cyan girl landed on the floor, letting out an annoyed grunt.

Dash groaned. "Why?" she whined, holding out her vowels.

"School starts in five minutes, hun! You're going to be late."

"What?" Dash gasped. She hopped to her feet and grabbed her backpack which was sitting at her door. "I have to get ready!"

"No time, sugar. Just grab your stuff and go!"

As much as Dash wanted to get ready, she knew Sunshine was right. But when she glanced at her mirror and saw the state her hair was in, she knew she had no choice but to fix it. Dash grabbed a brush and started raking it through her bedraggled hair. That's when she noticed the bruise.

The mark had apparently turned the colors of purple and blue overnight. It was so big, that it practically covered her whole right cheek. Not only was it immense and noticeable, but it hurt like heck.

"Sunshine, I have to cover my bruise!" she wailed. "If Sonic sees it I'm SCREWED!"

Sunshine was confused. "Why is that?"

"You know that Margaret said if I tell anyone what's going on I'm done for, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, Sonic has a thing for finding out stuff like this. Trust me, he's gonna find out, and he's gonna try and help me."

"How's that bad? Don't you want help?"

Dash sighed. She headed for the front door. "You don't understand, Sunny. Margaret is going to kill me, then Sonic. I can't take that chance."

Sunshine nodded. "I get it. Now go, you've got three minutes!"

Three Minutes Later…

Dash burst through that classroom door, panting hard. She had one hand covering her right cheek. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" she cried, wiping her brow. "I overslept."

"Just take your seat, Dash," Mrs. Martin snarled. Her face looked worse than Midnights'. "I've got Math to teach."

Dash slid into her seat next to Sonic. While still covering her cheek, she nudged him. "What's her problem?"

"She's out of chocolate," he whispered back.

"I'd like to introduce Devisha, our new student," Mrs. Martin announced dully.

Devisha smiled at the students in front of her. She had Hispanic skin.

"Please take a seat next to Dash," Mrs. Hooker instructed. Devisha did as she was told.

Dash held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rainbow Dash," she beamed. "It's nice to meet you, Devisha."

Devisha took her hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm sure we're going to be great friends."

"What's our lesson today, Ma'am?" Michaela asked stupidly.

Mrs. Martin threw a book at the girl's head. "Quiet, you parasite!" she yelled. "Unless you've got Hershey's or Bon Bon's, I don't want to hear your voice!"

Michaela rubbed the bump on her head. "I've got M&M's," she offered. There was a yellow bag of candy on her desk.

Mrs. Martin snatched the sweets off the small table and tossed them into her mouth. "Ooh, they taste so good…"

Michaela beamed. "Yup!" she giggled. "They're peanut flavored. My favorite!"

"THEY'RE WHAAAAT?" Mrs. Martin shrieked. She spit out the candies, creating a puddle of chewed-up chocolate, peanuts, and saliva on the floor.

"EWWWWWW!" all the girls cried out.

"NASTY!" another student echoed.

"COOL!" most of the boys grinned and all the girls made faces at them.

Mrs. Martin's eyes were bloodshot and her features turned green. Then her arms broke out in big, icky, red bumps, followed by her tongue becoming an unhealthy purple.

Dash gasped, gripping the side of her desk for support with her left hand. What was going on?

"You idiot!" Mrs. Martin screeched. "I'm highly allergic to peanuts. SOMEONE CALL 911!"

"Does anyone here have a phone?" Kelsey cried out.

"I do!" Rarity presented. She grabbed a Princess Plus cell phone out of her Diamond Purse. The phone was covered in emerald bits and rubies. She dialed the three numbers as fast as she could.

"Of course she would have the most expensive phone, followed by the most expensive bag," Brianna smirked.

Sunset frowned deeply. "Bri, I have a Princess Plus and a Diamond Purse too, you know"

Brianna flushed. "B-but, it totally works when you own them!" she rephrased herself apprehensively.

"Yes, please hurry. Thank you. Good-bye," Rarity said into the phone. She hung up. "They'll be here soon."

"HOW SOON?" Mrs. Martin wailed.

Everyone sweat dropped. "A few minutes…?" Rarity guessed.

The door slammed open, revealing two police officers. Behind them were a couple men from an ambulance.

"Have no fear, the police are here!" one of them announced.

"Oh my gosh, there's a monster in here!" the other screamed. He pointed at Mrs. Martin, who didn't look to happy. "Someone call animal control!"

"I'm not a monster, you moron! I'm the teacher," she roared.

"The teacher is a monster? No wonder kids in this school have lost the will to learn…"

"GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!"

"Okay, okay! Sheesh, don't get your panties in a wad...," the first officer winced.

The second officer led her outside, with her screaming the word, "Pervert!" over and over.

The first officer remained in the classroom. "Okay, kids. My name is Officer Patrick. But you can just call me Pat."

"You mean like from that famous kid show? You know; the one about that crazy sponge and his best friend, the starfish?" Michaela asked. "Ooh, ooh! Say something stupid!"

Dash smacked her forehead with her palm. "Idiot…," she mumbled under her breath.

Pat looked awfully confused. "What…?"

"Just, don't listen to her," Sunset exclaimed. "Instead, you should be paying attention to me, hun." She winked.

"Um…okay," Pat coughed nervously. "I'm going to leave now…" He was gone within a matter of seconds.

"Call me!" Sunset yelled after him. She turned to Brianna, smirking. "See, that's how you get rid of the police. Make them uncomfortable." Brianna nodded, leaning on every word.

Dash shifted in her seat so she could face Fluttershy. The girl was playing with the pink hair on her head which had grown over the years.

"Fluttershy," she whispered, nudging her best friend.

Fluttershy looked up, smiling. "Yes, Dash?" she asked politely. She looked at the bruise. "Oh my goodness, what happened to your cheek?"

"Keep it down! I don't want anyone to know." Fluttershy nodded meekly.

"Can I do anything to help?" the girl asked.

"Could you, maybe, help me cover it?"

Fluttershy thought for a minute. Then she grabbed her backpack, zipped it open, and looked inside. "Angel, could you help me with this?" she asked softly.

"Angel…is in your backpack?" Dash wondered.

"Well, yeah," Fluttershy shrugged. "No pets allowed in school." She looked back into the bag. "Well…?"

The rabbit nodded.

"She said that you should hide it with your hair."

"How do I do that?" Dash questioned.

"Here, let me help," Fluttershy offered. She brought out a comb from her pocket. After a few minutes of brushing, the bruise was completely covered.

"Thanks Fluttershy!" Dash smiled. "You're the best. No need to cover the one on my knee, it's out of sight. Good thing it no longer hurts."

Just then, Pat walked back in. He still seemed a little bit scarred from his last visit.

"Listen, because the teacher is going to the hospital, you're all allowed to go home."

"But, what about our other classes?" Michaela asked. No one was surprised when she was, once again, smacked on the head by students.

"When can we leave?" Tails asked eagerly.

"Now, I think."

Oh, how he should have kept his mouth shut. Or at least have moved out of the way, because as soon as those three words were uttered, every kid in the classroom trampled the officer on their way out. Once everyone was gone, the poor guy was still lying on the floor, bruised and battered. Michaela, the only person left in the room, was still sitting in her chair, packing up her stuff. When she walked by him, she gasped.

"Help…me...," Pat wailed, his voice choked up in pain.

"Oh dear," Michaela muttered. "You need booze!" The rat then tossed a couple coins down next to him on her way out.

X

Dash skipped out of the schoolhouse cheerfully. "Who would think I could get out of school this early?" she giggled. "This means I can go to my job and work overtime! And, I don't have to hide the bruise on my face or knee!" She headed for the small café where she worked.

Once she was there, she was greeted by Rarity and hugged by Springs. Crest walked over to her.

"Dash, what happened to you?" Her boss asked.

"I, uh, fell down the stairs," Dash lied.

"Well, I hope you get better. Now, please help us in the kitchen."

X

Sonic ran around the little town he lived in a couple times. It was the best thing to do at the moment when he was unsure of what to do. His stomach growled after his one thousand, three hundredth lap. Sonic skidded to a stop on the sidewalk, his usual red sneakers creating dust from the contact of rubber to cement.

"Jeez, I'm hungry," Sonic told himself. "I could really go for a chilidog right now…"

He pondered this before snapping his fingers. "I know! I can go down to that old café Dash works at. Won't she be surprised?"

Sonic took off at the speed of sound.

X

"Dash, we've got an order on table three," Springs told her, handing Dash a tray filled with food.

"Thanks Springs!" Dash replied. She grabbed the tray and carried it out from the back room.

While she was placing the order on a table, the door opened and someone walked in, causing a little doorbell to ring. Of course, this was natural to Dash, so she was oblivious to whom it was. That is, until she heard his voice.

"Hey, Dash," Sonic greeted her optimistically

Dash whirled around. When she saw Sonic standing at the doorway, she turned back around, making him look at her from behind. "H-hey, Sonic…," she stuttered.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." "Oh my gosh, I can't let him see my injuries!"

Sonic sat down at one of the tables and put his feet up on top of it, his arms behind his head. "Wow, is she acting weird." He thought.

Dash rushed back into the kitchen. She was heading for the back door when Springs stopped her.

"Dash, where are you going? We need you to be Rarity and take orders."

"What? Why can't Rarity do her own job?"

"She's busy cleaning vomit from some drunks that came in. Now go!"

Dash sighed. She grabbed a notepad and a pen and then reluctantly dragged herself out of the kitchen to Sonic's table.

"Hello, sir," she addressed anxiously, looking down. "M-may I take your order?"

"Sure thing," Sonic grinned. "I'll have twenty chilidogs please."

Her head shot up. "Twenty?" She gasped, completely forgetting to hide her face.

"That's righ-…," he stopped mid sentence. "What on Moquestries happened to your face?"

Dash let out a high pitched squeak. She tried to cover herself, but it was too late. She couldn't believe how careless she had been.

"Nothing," Dash answered a little too quickly. "It's nothing!"

"Oh really? Then why are you hiding it?"

"I, um, I thought you would l-laugh..." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Why would I laugh? What happened?"

"Well, I...I...I fell down the stairs during work hours," Dash lied.

"Really? And how clumsy must you be to trip and get a bruise like that in the space of ten minutes?"

Dash didn't answer. Sonic sighed.

"Dash, what's going on? You've been acting weird all day."

"I...I can't tell you!" she burst out, her eyes welling up.

"Why not?" His voice was softer now.

"B-because then you'd get involved, and...and..and I can't let you!"

Sonic sighed again. Then suddenly, it clicked.

"Is someone hurting you, Dash?"

Dash's lower lip trembled. She couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into tears. Sonic was taken aback. He wasn't used to seeing girls cry. So, he wrapped his arms around her trembling figure, embracing her. She hugged him back and sobbed quietly into his shoulder.

"She doesn't mean to!" Dash weeped. "She...she's family, s-so she must love me!"

Sonic just shook his head. No one who beat a child could still feel love for them. It just wasn't possible.

"Who is it, Dash?"

"My st-step-mom..." "What are you doing? Don't tell him!"

Sonic understood now. It was all so clear that he was insulted about not figuring it out before. But the fact that Dash's own step-mom was abusing her tipped him over the edge. He could feel himself changing. His anger was getting the best of him.

"Where is she?"

Dash's eyes shot open at the remark. It sounded evil…angry…inhuman! Although, he wasn't exactly a human anyway, so that wouldn't matter. She pulled away and looked at Sonic to see that he was surrounded by an dark blue aura and his fur had darkened.

"WHERE IS THAT WHORE?"

At first glance, Dash was beyond terrified. This was her first encounter with Dark Sonic. But she knew that if she told him where Margaret was, he would do something he would end up regretting.

"Sonic, you need to calm down," Dash told him. "If I tell you anything, you'll just go over there and, most likely, kill her."

Honestly, it didn't seem like Sonic really cared. He seemed more concerned about making the horrible woman pay for her crimes. But deep down, he knew Dash was right. So he used a lot of his strength to transform back into his regular form.

"Now, you just need to promise me you won't get involved."

"WHAT? This lady is beating you, and you don't want me to do something about it?"

"That's right. If you do, It'll just make things worse."

"How?"

"Well, for one thing, she'll probably kill the both of us."

"What's another thing?"

"Uh, she might call the police on you for trespassing I guess."

"Okay, well, that's not going to stop me!"

"Sonic don-"

It was too late. Sonic had already took off at the speed of sound, his previous hunger completely diminished.

X,

Stacy put her feet up on the couch. She took a sip from her margarita.

"I'm bored," She yawned. "I need my Abby, or whatever her name is, to create entertainment for me."

KNOCK KNOCK!

Stacy groaned. "Dash! Answer the door for me!"

No answer.

"Oh yeah, she's not home." The lazy, gold woman got up and walked to the door. She opened it.

POW! A punch to the face was enough to wake her up. She fell backwards. Sonic stepped into the doorway.

"You! You're the one who's been abusing Dash!" he growled.

"You think I care what happens to that slut?"

"Well you should! She's your step-daughter. Now sit still while I give you a taste of your own medicine."

Margaret gnashed her teeth. Crawling to her knees, she slugged Sonic in the abdomen, causing him to let out a pain-filled, "Oof!"

Margaret got to her feet. "I'm not going down without a fight!"

Sonic laughed, though it hurt. He held stomach.

"You think I didn't already know that?"

X

"Stupid Sonic…," Dash complained. She pushed a few shrubs of grass aside. "He's always so impatient, always jumping into action without thinking…"

X

Sonic spin dashed Margaret, sending her flying across the room.

X

Dash stormed through a clearing. "Now I have to, once again, get him out of trouble."

X

Margaret grabbed Sonic by the throat, lifting him off the floor. This wasn't hard for her, since she was way taller than him.

X

"It's a good thing I know a quick way to get there," Dash continued.

X

Margaret grabbed a metal bat. It was heavy, so it took a lot of strength to pick it up. She swung it around powerfully and smacked Sonic on the head. He fell to the ground.

X

"No one even cares that I help him," Dash went on. She came up to the doorway of her house.

X

Margaret brought out a gun.

X

Dash opened the door and was shocked at what she saw. Lying on the floor was Sonic, totally unconscious. There was a large wound on the top of his head. And standing over him, with a loaded gun pointed at his head, was Margaret.

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