Chapter 1: The Shattered Heart

The pink hedgehog opened her bedroom door and flopped down on her pink bed, complete with pale pink bed sheets and a hot pink rose-covered comforter.

"Sonic turned me down . . . again . . ." She huffed.

The hedgehog let out a long, lonely sigh and peered out of the window. The sun had set behind the Mystic Ruins mountains. She flipped on her pink rose lamp and stared up at the ceiling.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Mm?" The sakura hedgehog immediately sat up. "Uh, hold on!" She dashed out of her bedroom and into the living room.

Thump, thump.

"I'm here! Please, just a second!" She front-flipped over top of the couch and landed directly behind the door. "Hello!" She shouted cheerfully, and flung it open . . .

~Sonic's POV~

"You have four new messages." The machine beeped as I pushed the play button. Message 1 went like this:

"Hey, Sonic! Where are you at? You're usually home in the afternoon! I tried the Mystic Ruins mountains, Twinkle Park, and at Tails' house. Call me!" Recorded at 2: 47 P.M.

Here was the second message:

"Sonic! Where in the world are you? Good heavens Sonic, you should be eating a hardy dinner at home now! I'm peeking through your window: I don't see you! Do you see me?" I chuckled. The message was recorded at 5:10 P.M. Message 3:

"I give up, Sonic . . . I-I'm going back home, alright? I, uh, guess I'll see you . . . later? Bye, S-S-Sonic." Recorded at 6:07 P.M. I pushed play for the fourth message. I just had to. Something about Amy's tone in that third message sounded . . . forced! Amy would never give up! Not just out of the blue!

"S-Sonic! H-H-Help Me! I'm gonna die! Sonic! Sonic!"

"Hush, Rose, that hedgehog has never given the slightest care about you! Come on, we've important business to attend to . . ."

"SONIC!" The phone screeched loudly, and the message stopped. "You have no new messages."

~Amy's POV~

"Where are you taking me? Tell me! Or else I'll call sonic and make him—"

"Make him what? Save you like the lonely Princess, and marry you? Not likely, Rose."

"Mmf! Whf are youf doofing to mff?" He duct-taped my mouth shut and keep walking. He held me like a bag of Christmas presents . . . yes, a bag. A sack, actually, and he'd tossed me in it and taped my mouth and yanked it shut with thick cord. I stopped moving. It was hopeless. I couldn't shout, or move, given the fact that he'd wrapped my hands, oh, say ten times, at least, with an even thicker cord.

"Almost there, Rose, don't fret. We'll get down to business soon enough." He laughed: it was deep and pure evil. Whoever he was, he was planning to do something sinister to me!

"We're he-ere." He chuckled. I shivered. Sonic. I hadn't seen Sonic. Would he rescue me? Would he leave me to die? Was he the kidnapper planning to, I don't know, knife me?

"Find a way outta there. I got stuff to do real quick." He slammed the sack, thankfully still containing me, on the ground, and I heard his footsteps fading.

I twisted my body and began to gnaw on the cord wrapped around my wrists. This was tricky, because, you know, my hands were tied behind my back.

I heard a sharp click, and the air surrounding me was filled with . . . romantic music? Then, I heard a bag opening, and I sniffed in the aroma of sweet, freshly-cut . . . roses!

"Roses are red

Violets are blue,

Watch out Rose

I'm coming for you!"

A drawer opened and closed. A quick shing sound. The splitting of a material. Light seeped into my sack. He had cut it open! Split went my tough cord. My duct-taped mouth stayed shut.

"Don't dare use those powerful hands on me, or you'll be grabbing things with your feet for the rest of life itself." He muttered coldly. I obediently followed him down a hallway, whining softly. What was that music? It was coming closer; I was getting closer.

The stranger opened a door. I looked at his hand: it was gloved, though. I peeked at his face for short seconds at a time as we walked down another hallway. His face was covered with shadows, and his body with a thick brown jacket and a faded green hat. His shoes were pure black: darker than nighttime at the Master Emerald Shrine. Their cuffs were also the endless black, and the jacket made it impossible to see his legs, though I thought I saw small flashes of blue! Sonic . . . he mustn't be coming after me. Or he's already here, leading me somewhere . . .

"What does your face look like?" I asked nervously. Would he tell me the answer? Sonic always had a soft spot for me . . . or so I'd hoped he had.

"You dare ask me," He whirled around. I could only see his mouth, but it looked ferocious and his canine tooth seemed painfully sharp. "About my face?" I gulped and nodded.

"If I show you, you will most definitely die." He laughed. How rude of him! "You don't carry weapons on you." I argued.

"This jacket does not contain weapons? Then why do I wear it, Rose? Tell me." He stopped walking and I bumped into him.

"WATCH IT!" He snarled, and I saw red eyes full of hatred for the smallest bit.

"Slip up like that again and your throat is sliced!" He growled and turned around. "Do you truly want to see my face?" He started walking once more. "You want to die so young? I'm very old, and I simply can't blame you for wanting to die." He opened a door. It creaked loudly.

"For what is about to happen to you . . . it happened to me too." He sat down on a cobalt blue blanket and slowly slid off his jacket, revealing blue fur, with a skin-colored belly. He slid off his shoes, leaving his socks on. I gasped at his indecency. "But I'll tell you a secret." He pulled me down on the bed and unzipped my dress all the way. I shivered in just my pink lacy bra and silky hot pink underwear. "Whether you see my face or not," He tore off my bra and slid down my underwear; we were both naked, except for his hat and socks. "You will die anyway . . ." And he slowly entered me, he killed me inside. It hurt, but then it felt good. I didn't want it to, I really didn't, but he pushed me in the blankets and I felt so warm.

He caresses my breasts and kissed me. I didn't want him to. This could be Sonic violating me, but it didn't change my thoughts:

It felt good.

His green eyes could just be concealed by red contacts.

He was going to kill me.

~Sonic's POV~

She wasn't at her house. That was all I could think of. She wouldn't have called me if it was Eggman. Who? I heard a distant plane soaring overhead. No, wait! "Tails! Down HERE!" I shouted and the kitsune brings the X Tornado down for a gentle landing.

"Tails, can you fly over the Mystic Ruins mountains? I need to find Amy." I asked.

"Is she missing?"

"I got a freaky call from her asking me to save her. Apparently my speed didn't help me this time."

"Alright! Let's go!" Tails cheered.

"I just wonder who captured her . . ."