Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sonic characters.
The Broken Heart
Chapter One
"That's it Sonic," Amy shouted. "You've broken my heart for the last time." Amy Rose grabbed her large hammer, which lay on Sonic's kitchen table. Then she sped from his apartment. Tears streamed down her face like someone urinating—someone who had held it in as long as they could and finally went.
Amy let the tears fall, but this would be the last time; Never again would she shed tears for Sonic. Tonight had opened her eyes; Sonic was nothing but a heartless beast—a beast she had foolishly and blindly loved.
As she exited the apartment building, Amy wiped the tears away; However, they continued to fall, like a leaky faucet's continuous dripping—only a plumber could repair it. If only things could be that simple; Amy wished she could merely flip through the yellow pages and hire someone to fix her broken heart.
The thought was silly, but Amy was a silly hedgehog. So in Amy's mind, the thought was brilliant. She would simply find and hire someone to fix her broken heart. Unfortunately, Amy did not have a phone book on hand—she didn't even own one—and she couldn't return to Sonic's place to borrow his. Where would she find a heart repairman now?
Then by chance, though Amy believed by fate, she saw him: Shadow. Amy watched him staring up longingly at the moon, completely unaware of others around him and she knew he was perfect—Shadow would definitely fix her broken heart. Why? Because something inside said so. And that same something told Amy to do what she did next.
Amy gripped her hammer tightly, walked up behind Shadow and knocked him over the head—he never saw it coming. After rendering Shadow unconscious Amy dragged him back to her apartment. Once inside, she handcuffed him to her bedpost. Then, she spread the covers over him; if he were to catch a cold, she'd feel dreadfully guilty. After all, Shadow was her guest and he was going to fix her broken heart. "Goodnight Shadow," she whispered softly.
Shadow's head was throbbing, and the blinding light shooting through the windows wasn't helping. He tried to block the sunlight with his arm, but his arm wouldn't move. Alarmed, Shadow tried once more, but to no avail. Something—he guessed handcuffs—was restraining him.
This must be the work of Eggman, Shadow thought. Then clouds obstructed the sun's light, and his blurry vision cleared. He saw the pink walls to the room coved with posters of Sonic making his stupid heroic poses. Eggman wasn't responsible; He would never keep these kinds of pictures of Sonic. Clearly, whoever had kidnapped him was a deranged Sonic fanatic. But what would a Sonic fanatic want with him?
The door to the room opened and Shadow heard footsteps approaching the bed. The kidnapper was now in his line of vision, hovering over him. "Amy," he sputtered, surprised. Her appearance was unexpected, but Shadow considered it a lucky coincidence; Now she could remove his handcuffs and he could pummel the person responsible.
"Shadow how are you feeling," Amy said cheerfully.
"How I feel is of no consequence. Just hurry up and free me," he said.
"I'll free you, but first you have to fix my broken heart," she said.
"Stop joking around. You have to hurry before the kidnapper returns," Shadow said.
"Kidnapper? Return?" Amy laughed and laughed. "Silly Shadow, I brought you here. Don't you remember?"
Shadow didn't remember and Amy's shocking confession only made the situation more confusing. "What do you mean you brought me here?"
"Well you see, Sonic was being so mean to me yesterday and he broke my heart. Then I thought I'd hire someone to fix it, but I don't know any heart repairmen. Then I saw you and I took my hammer, hit you with it and brought you here," Amy said. "So when do you start?"
Amy was more unhinged than Shadow had ever suspected. Reasoning with her would be near to impossible, he thought. Staring up into her delusional eyes, Shadow retracted his previous thought; it would be impossible. But maybe, he could trick her. "Amy I'll get started right away, but first you have to take these off," Shadow said as he motioned his head towards the handcuffs.
"I can't do that," she said, shaking her head.
"I can't work like this," he said.
Shadow watched her mull over his words. As she swayed back and forth with her eyes closed, Shadow thought of a rocking chair he had bought and had spent hours pleasantly rocking back and forth in. Then one day, while he was rocking back and forth, it fell apart—just like Amy. The only difference Shadow could see between Amy and the rocking chair was that he'd liked the rocking chair. Heck, he loved it!
A deep sense of loss filled Shadow. Why couldn't he save Mar—his rocking chair? Why couldn't he fix it? "Why does everything I love fall apart," Shadow wailed. "Maria!"
"You're right," Amy said, oblivious to Shadow's angsty outburst.
"So you'll release me," Shadow said, his previous despair dissipating as hope appeared.
"Yes," Amy said.
She left the room, Shadow assumed, to retrieve the key; Instead Amy returned, to his surprise and dismay, with an enormous hammer. "Wha…what's that for Amy," he managed to asked, though chocked with fear.
"Sonic always runs away," Amy said, a deranged smile painted on her face. "But you won't run away." The hammer was raised high above Shadow's right leg. "You won't be able to."
Author Note: If you haven't caught on, this is a parody based loosely—very loosely—on Misery a novel by Stephen King. Watched the movie when I was a kid; although, I think the book is a hundred times better, I still enjoyed the movie. Anyway hope you like my fanfic parody.
