Disclaimer #2: Whatever you think is going to happen, probably won't.
Whatever you think couldn't possibly happen, most certainly will.
Part 1 of ?
Brought Forth From a Dangerous Mind.
One of the first rules taught to us in Secret Service training is that one must always expect the unexpected.
Being found out and finding yourself having to escape from a storm of .33 millimeter slugs? I expect that. It's kind of fun. Definitely a rush.
Being cornered and trapped, right where the enemy wants you? I expect that too. Hell, it's the reason I carry spy gear, and no agent's perfect.
However, I have to admit that having to save a nosy little pink brat who just couldn't keep her quills out of her own business, in turn CAUSING myself to be found out, therefore having to escape from a storm of .33 millimeter slugs, and THEN finding myself cornered and trapped, right where the enemy wants me...
...no. That didn't rank high on my list of expectations. It never does.
This would be just cause to panic, were I anybody else.
But I'm not anybody else.
I'm me.
And I've still got lots of shiny objects, each of which are worth a great many zeroes before the decimal point, waiting for me when we get out of here.
***
Honestly, what was I thinking?
Just an hour ago, I was chasing Sonic. REALLY chasing him, through the warehouse district. He'd finally gotten it into his head to run whenever he sees me getting close. It's been like this for a week now, but it's had its good points; I've been running after him to practice getting faster myself!
With practice, and maybe enough milk, I'll be just as fast as him, and he'll never be able to escape. He'll be mine forever! Waaaaaa- hahahahahaaaa!
...
What? It's true, damn it.
But anyway, today, while I was chasing him, I tripped, and found myself flying through the air--and straight toward a window. On instinct, I curled up into a ball, but that did little to dull the pain as I crashed through the glass.
I landed on something soft, but something alive--I knew it was alive because it started shouting curses the second I collided with it. When I landed, I saw who it was: a white bat who I'd seen before, a few times, during that whole incident with Eggman and the space station.
Right then, we were both really out of it, and her head had to be spinning just as much as mine was.
And that's when the evil people with the guns decided to make their move.
***
They're still a full thirty feet away from us, but I take no chances. I whisper.
"Okay, kid, how much do you weigh?"
"Uh..."
"This is no time for vanity. You lie, and we may end up dead in the next ten seconds."
"Oh, fine, fine..."
She tells me. Or at least, she tells me SOMETHING.
"That better be the truth, kid."
I hold her hand. She holds mine.
"Now, run, damn it, and when we get to the end of the line, jump for all you're worth. Let's go!"
We sprint across the roof, bullets plinking and impacting to either side of us, and sometimes even in front of us. Right now, we're both cheating death at the rate of about three times per second. The pink hedgehog looks tired and scared; I don't blame her one bit. I almost choked on my first fifteen or so missions, and that was WITH training. A civilian, a fucking CHILD civilian, had no place here. Well, maybe she wasn't much of a child, but she was still green when it came to this stuff.
Finally, we come to the edge. We jump. We fall. From at least 100 feet. She screams into the wind.
I expected that too. But I still had to do something about it.
"Amy! Hold on to me, and do it tight!"
"Uh.. um... right!"
She again does what she's told, wrapping her arms and legs around me as we fall, essentially making herself a one-hedgehog cargo load. I embrace her as well, trying to keep my mind off of the mild pain that her blunt quills give off from poking me in my arms. It takes an enormous amount of strain, but after spreading my wings and finding a good updraft, I'm able to support the both of us, and in seconds, I'm flying her away from Ground Zero.
Well, actually, it's not Ground Zero yet. The plastiques I planted in that warehouse wouldn't be going off for another three sec-
(*BOOOM*)
NOW it's Ground Zero.
"Um... Rouge, right?" the hedgehog asks me as we coast over the city skyline. Her green eyes look straight into mine; though as pasted together as were were, she didn't have much of a choice.
"Yep."
"...thank you, Rouge."
Yeah, you'd BETTER be thanking me.
***
That was just over a week ago, yet the day still plays itself out, over and over again in my mind.
Maybe because it's the most action I've had in, like, forever.
I mean, yeah, my life's okay, but aside from the occasional Eggman invasion, it's dull. Routine. Amy Rose Sings The Same Tired Old Hits Every Day. Stuff like that.
Staying out late, shopping 'til I drop, chasing after a blue hedgehog who refuses to give me the time of day... those things are only so fun for so long.
I want to DO something. I'm tired of being dead weight every time there's a crisis, and I'm tired of someone always having to save me because I was stupid enough to get kidnapped by a giant robot or whatever.
I want to be able to take care of myself for once... but at the same time, I want some excitement in my life.
Rouge... I think she's got the right idea.
Somehow, someway, I'm going to find her again. Then, I'll have her teach me her secrets.
And once that happens, look out world, for the new and improved Amy Rose. One to be respected, feared...
...and loved.
...
You hear me, Sonic?