A/N: Well, here we go. My attempt and re-writing the first chapter 2 days after posting it. And, I felt like saying this again, credit goes to Wingless Rain for giving me pointers on how to make my stories better and how to add personality. Kudos to you!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my speculations on the apocolypse. (you should know that though, since I'm posting on a fanfiction site)
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There are so many people that fear the end of the world, and there were so many times when it almost happened.
Perfect chaos, metal madness and black doom to name a few occasions.
But does anyone actually know WHEN it'll happen? No.
Some people claim to have knowledge of how the world will end, and then they give a vague prophecy about how the world will rain fire and cease to exist. That's not knowledge. That's idiocy.
Pure, untamed, idiotic, imagination.
But...lately...I've been having nightmares.
Nightmares where the entire world is shaken by evil energies beyond the reach of our comprehension. Raw power. That's what it was.
The wrath of the gods.
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Nightmares where the world is covered by darkness; shaken by massive earthquakes and ominously illuminated by the occasional flash of white hot lightning. Flames errupt from holes that have been newly created by these earthquakes and lightning strikes. Nightmares where there's nothing but barren land frozen over by the whims of higher deities. Not a single living thing in sight...
Except for me.
Standing there alone amidst the crimson fires. I stand among them but they do not burn me. I stand among them but they do not touch me. I am their master; they do as I command...Throwing my shadow all over the place like some creature of the dark lurking untill the oportune moment to strike...
And then it happens.
Great leathery dragon wings the color of dried blood explode from nowhere in an instant; replacing what was once intricate, gnarled, x-shaped scars on my back.
The warm scarlet life liquid drips acidly down wrinkled skin aching from the sudden outburst and disuse of the magnificent wings. It burns with a sharp pain before dripping to the lifeless ground. Dissipating in the wink of an eye.
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Voices chant forbidden words as I unfurl my gift of the demons and launch myself into the blackened sky. Blood suddenly lets go of the wings and sails high like a fire-works show before plumeting back to the ground, and therefore into nothingness.
I am no longer bound to life by blood. Those chains have been broken.
The only thing that drives me now is Chaos...
And the need to cause it.
A blast here, a bolt there, It's all that's needed to set my soul ablaze and my eyes alight.
Give in to the shadows...
A voice echoes as I wake with a start. It has only been a month since the incident with the black comet and the black arms invasion. Shadow drove them away almost by himself. But I can feel that something isn't right. "Were those...dreams of the future?" I ask myself in a hushed tone, as if speaking them to loudly will cause them to be.
A laugh. Quickened breathing.
"Wh-who's there?" I call. The dream has left me very frightened and now couldn't be a worse time for an intruder.
Silly girl. I am not out there. I am in HERE.
I start to panic. Was I...going insane?
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"Who are you? What are you doing in my mind!" I demand to know the answers. Both of them.
More laughter.
My dear child, I am the darkness within your heart. No one...not even the purest of souls...can live without a little darkness. The voice answers. I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality. I'm talking to someone inside of me!
"Well...what do you want?" I ask gruffly. The tone of your voice could change someone's mind about bothering you. That I had learned from my foster mother. I had no clue who my real one was.
It was a wintery night the aroura borealis was shining especially bright with all of it's rainbow hues rippling in the sky at that time. I had come home weary and muddy after being harrassed by some local bullies.
"My goodness Amy! What happened?" Siera gasped. The motherly pastel blue fox rushed over to my side and started to examine some of the cuts I had gotten from being pushed down so many times. I pulled away and hissed. The cuts were, after all, fresh; and they stung horribly. "I-I'm fine mama Siera! It's just a few scrapes!" I said sourly. She wasn't buying it at all, but a warm smile crossed her lips. "My, you're such a tough girl aren't you? I bet if you'd talk like that to the bullies then maybe they'd leave you alone."
I smiled. "Thanks mama Siera." I said brightly. "Now come along...we need to get some medicine on those..."
The memories brough back tears to my eyes.
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Such a touching moment... The voice taunted.
I hissed in shock. I had expected it to be some sort of reaction to being tired.
Oh, I assure you I'm real alright. I'm as real as your memories. I was in them too. I stirred every time those bullies came over and picked on you. I'm the you that you've been dreaming about. It's fate that you will bring upon the destruction of the world. The voice echoed.
"No, you're wrong. I would never destroy this planet." I told the voice defiantly.
Are you so sure about that?
Against my will I got up from where I was standing and started to head for the kitchen. Inside I was fighting a vicious battle for control of my own body; but you'd never tell by the way I was walking so calmly.
I was shaking violently the whole way down. I had to do something, ANYTHING before this monster did something bad to me.
Fury turned to fear as the monster picked up a large silver knife that glinted in the moonlight.
"N-No...please..."
I had even resorted to begging for freedom.
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But none of it seemed to be affecting her.
The monster raised the sharp edge to the side of my neck.
I could feel my blood rushing to the point. It was pressed hard against the skin; but it hadn't cut...
Yet.
Any moment now I was sure I would feel the dizzying sensation as the blade would severe one of my arteries and the blood would come flowing out from the point. I flashed back to all of the good times I'd had with Sonic and his friends. And then it hit me.
All of the times I had come to the appartment alone to relax from a hard adventure.
All of the times that I had seemed to sub-consciously lift the EXACT SAME knife to my neck.
All of the times I had managed to gain control before I could kill myself.
It was HER fault.
"You're the one who's been trying to kill me all of these times!" I said in a poisonous voice.
So...you really ARE clever. The voice was dripping sarcasm.
"I won't let you! I want to live! I WANT TO BE WITH MY FRIENDS!" I screamed.
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The voice was instantly pulled away from my mind as the knife clattered to the ground with a sharp 'ping.'
That was that. No more voices.
I sighed in relief.
But then...a great sadness.
I realized then how close I had been to dying. To never seeing familiar faces again. To never being able to love again. I thought in shock.
There was a wave of depression rippling through me. What if the voices came back and they were stronger?
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I rushed upstairs to get dressed before yanking the door open and stepping out into the cool night air.
Refreshing. But not enough.
I blindly went the only place I could hope that someone would be home.
Vision was a blur of colors; I could hardly see a thing. And yet...I knew exactly where I was going. I knew that HE could help me more than anyone else could right now. HE could look into my mind and figure out how to stop it. HE would make it okay.
I was going to Tails.
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The smooth sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house and then vibrated back to the door. It was a sheer stroke of luck when Tails happened to have gotten up really early to work on modifications to the tornado III.
"Amy?" He asked in surprise when he opened it. Tails hadn't been expecting visitors at this time. Least of all me.
"Tails..." I colapsed into his arms, crying.
Tears flowed freely down my face. Tears held in from the time I had began to run here; contemplating all of the horrible things that could have happened back there when I had lost control of myself.
"I...I need help!" I hiccuped and he led me inside; concerned for my welfare.
I told him everything.
Everything that had ever happened in my life that I could remember up until the dream. I was afraid that if I didn't tell someone about my life that it would just dissapear into the flow of time; never to be known or learned from. I would be another forgoten face on the earth.
"Let's look for your answers...together."
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A/N: Well, there's the revised version of it. For now it's just going to be Tails and Amy, so you don't need to worry as much about the author's note on the next chapter. Anyways, I hope that you liked the revised version even better, but I need to get some other stuff done so ciaozies. (Amy's memory belongs to me! WAHAHA!)