So here's the next Shadamy (: I watched a few commercials on TV and got inspired to write this story! But it's been on the drawing board for weeks, and so has the title.

Sonic the Hedgehog © Sega

Prologue

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I wasn't completely awake I guess. I wanted to just lay here next to my wife, Amy Rose Hedgehog. We'd been married for a couple years now, no kids. Not yet at least. There'd be time for that later.

Our house was nice, but not overly fancy. One story, and the walls were all painted different calming colors. We had a small kitchen with a bar that led into the living room, where I kept my video games. We had a guest room and our room as well. Nothing too big, but nothing too small.

I rolled over to great my wife with a good morning, but she wasn't there this morning. Strange, I didn't smell breakfast cooking. Maybe she went for a morning run…?

I got up out of our bed and walked out into the kitchen.

"Ames? You home?" There was no note anywhere, and her phone was on the kitchen table next to her pink purse. She NEVER left her phone, no matter what. I hurried to the sliding glass door that led to our patio. No Amy. "Amy? Where are you?"

At this point I was becoming worried. Maybe she forgot her phone? But her purse too? No. Shopping with Rouge maybe? I looked at the clock. 8 a.m., too early for shopping. I swung our front door open and looked out into our small front yard. Nothing but cars driving by. I stepped back inside. Where could she have gone? Perhaps Rouge knows? I picked up my phone and dialed her number. A lazy voice answered.

"Rouge! Wake up!"

"Shadow, you whore! What do you want at 8 in the freaking morning?!"

"Is Rose with you!?"

"No?"

"Dammit!"

"Wait, why? What's going on? Wait, Shadow!" I hung up my phone and dialed the blue blur's number.

"Yo, Shads. What's up?"

"Have you seen Amy?"

"Uh, nope. Not today at least."

"When did you see her last?"

"Well, last I saw her, she was riding in a car, home with you."

"Ugh. Thanks Sonic." I hung up again. Perhaps she got called to babysit Cream late last night. I dialed Vanilla's number.

"Hey Vanilla? It's Shadow."

"Oh, hello Shadow. How are you this morning?"

"I've been better, Miss Vanilla. Is Amy with you right now?"

"No Shadow, she isn't. Is everything ok?" I bit my lip. Should I say something?

"Well, she doesn't seem to be around this morning, but I'm sure I'm just being over protective."

"Oh, but it is sweet you care so much! I'll let you know if I see her."

"Thanks Miss Vanilla."

"Sure Shadow. Goodbye!"

"Bye." I hung up again. Maybe I should just search the house some more. Perhaps she fell asleep somewhere else by mistake. I looked around the kitchen. Nothing appeared to be moved. The dishes from last night were still in the sink, the dishwasher wasn't unloaded, and there was a glass of water on the counter. The ice had long since melted in the glass, and it looked still full. There was a shattered glass on the floor in what looked like a pool of Koolaide. This wasn't anything new, since Amy could be a klutz sometimes, especially late at night. She probably would've just decided to clean it up in the morning.

I walked into the living room next. The blankets were left how they were last night, and the pillows were strewn across the floor. We were cuddling on the couch last night watching a movie. Of course, that turned into a pillow fight, which then caused the both of us to build forts out of couch cushions and blankets. We had to save the pillows for ammunition. There was a half eaten bowl of popcorn on the table, next to a half-liter of Coke. The TV was off, and the drapes were closed. Strange, I don't remember closing those.

Next I walked into the hallway connecting our rooms. We had a small table that my keys were still on. They were right next to Amy's keys. Also on the table was a vase with a dozen red roses in it. They were a gift from Rouge from a while back, and they never died and changed colors with the seasons and holidays. She got the magic from the Master Emerald somehow. Right now they were red, due to the upcoming Valentine's Day. There were a few pictures of the two of us and friends on the walls. But nothing seemed unusual here.

The guest room was the same. An empty dresser was on the right, a bathroom on the left. The bed was a mess though. The comforter and sheets were all over the room, and had what looked like water spills all over them. There was an empty glass next to the bed on the nightstand. But no sign of Amy here either.

Lastly I checked our room again. Everything was perfectly in order in here. The bed was the way I left it this morning, and nothing else had been moved or touched in the room. Something just wasn't clicking here. I was starting to get worried and decided to call my wingman, Knuckles.

"Hey Shads. What's up?"

"Hey, I can't find Amy anywhere. Have you seen her?"

"I haven't bro, sorry. You sound worried."

"It's just not like her to leave like this. All of her stuff is here, her car, her keys, and her phone. Something is up."

"She probably just went for a walk and forgot her phone dude. Calm down. Amy's a tough little hedgehog; she's your wife. She can handle herself. I'm sure she'll be home in a few hours."

"Thanks dude. I'll keep you posted."

"Sure bro. Cya." I hung up. No luck. Maybe she was over at Sally's house for coffee? I dialed our neighbor's number.

"Uh, hello?"

"Sally?"

"Oh, hey Shadow. What's up?"

"Is Amy over there with you right now?"

"Um, no she isn't. I actually haven't seen her all morning." I sighed.

"Ok. Thanks Sally."

"Did you two have a fight or something?"

"Um, no. Why?"

"I heard her screaming last night. At first I figured the two of you were fighting, but her screams weren't words. Then I just assumed you two were having a pleasurable night together-loudly. Her screams sounded painful." I staggered back. Amy? Hurt?

"Did you see her leave the house last night?"

"I didn't. Sorry Shadow." I hung up. I didn't need to hear anymore. I whacked the back of my head on the kitchen doorframe and slide down to the ground with Amy on my mind. She could be anywhere. What if she wasn't breathing anymore? No Shadow, think positively. She only vanished last night. Calm down.

I looked back over at the broken glass. Then I realized something. We ran out of fruit punch yesterday morning, so we had no red liquid in our fridge anymore. I placed my hand in the substance and my eyes widened. I stood and looked around. My feet were also soaked in the substance, and there were red footprints all over the house. My red footprints and two other sets. I gaped.

It was Amy's blood.

R&R for a continuation! Otherwise this story won't get off the ground cause I won't have any inspiration.