"Bullet In The Heart"

A Tragic Love Story

Written by Josh the Meowth

Chapter 1: Bullet

It was another cold evening on Mobius, in the large town of Station Square. The half-moon was barely starting to peek over the edge of town, while a glimmer of the sun could still be seen in the far distance. Rushing down the pavement of the main street was the typical blue blur that the whole world had come to know. Love him or hate him, it was Sonic the hedgehog. After a long day of dealing with Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and even Rouge, Sonic was ready to rush away into a nice, tranquil field or something to go to sleep, since he loved to sleep outdoors. However, there was one last nuisance that was on his trail; a certain someone who was ALWAYS on his trail.

"SONIC, WAIT!" Amy yelled, chasing after Sonic and waving her hands around like crazy. It didn't seem to matter how fast Sonic ran, how far his legs got him, or how hard he poured himself into running. He just couldn't lose the lovesick pink-haired hedgehog who always tagged along after him. She was so incredibly annoying; barely past the age of 10, or so it seemed, and all she thought about was love and marriage. He was so tired of it, but no matter how hard or how gentle he told her, she just didn't get it. Now it was time to lay down the law with her once and for all. Screeching to a halt in the middle of the street, Sonic stopped on his heels and crossed his arms, allowing the pink female to catch up with him.

"Oh…finally…you stopped!" Amy gasped, stopping a few feet short of Sonic's backside and smiling at the back of his head while catching her breath, "I thought that I'd have to keep chasing you for at least ten more miles!" She giggled a little bit, thinking that she was being funny. Sonic, however, simply turned around and glared at Amy, his usually-sweet green eyes boring into her own emerald ones. "Um…is something on your mind, Sonic?"

"Yeah, and it doesn't involve YOU, Amy!" he said tartly, putting his hands on his hips and not taking his eyes away from her. If he was gonna be taken seriously, he had to get his point across. Already, Amy was looking sad, but Sonic didn't stop there. "Amy, for once, listen to me! I do NOT want you to chase me around like a puppy dog, or tell everyone that I'm your boyfriend, or keep saying that we're gonna get married, you got it? I like you as a friend, but that's it! There's never gonna be anything between us, so please stop following me!"

"But…but…Sonic…" Amy whimpered, putting her hands behind her back and rocking back and forth on her feet, "I…I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to dinner with me…I'd pay and everything! And we could see a movie…and you could pick! Doesn't that sound…like fun?"

"No, it doesn't!" Sonic said coolly, "Maybe for you, but not for me. I like to run and be on my own mostly; go and find someone else, Amy. Please, stop doing this. We can be friends, but that is it! I'm gonna say it one last time for you…there will never be anything between us, so please stop following me! Do you understand me?" He stared at her, and saw that Amy was fighting back tears as the words cut right to her fragile heart.

"Y-yes, Sonic…I-I understand…" she whispered, closing her eyes and really struggling to hold back her tears now. The cold air was starting to pick up with the dimming of the day into the night, and the wind was starting to blow, just to add to her pain.

"Good," Sonic said, smiling a bit, "Glad that we got that done. Well, have a good one!" And, just like that, he turned on his heels and sped off into the night, vanishing down the road into the distance. Amy opened her eyes and watched him go, her glistening eyes never leaving from the spot that he vanished to. The pink hedgehog just stood in the street for what seemed like hours before a car pulled up behind her and laid on the horn. With a yelp, Amy quickly moved out of the street and onto the sidewalk.

"Sorry!" she yelled out, watching the angry driver make an obscene gesture at her with his hand before speeding off down the road with his taillights on. Now standing alone on the sidewalk, Amy realized just how cold it was getting, and started to shiver. She wrapped her hands around her delicate body and hugged herself, wishing that she had something to keep her warm, or Sonic to hold her. But, now she knew that she probably would never get that wish. Still holding back her tears, the hedgehog started to run down the sidewalk, following the dancing colors from the streetlights towards the park.

Upon getting to the park, Amy realized that it was deserted and that everyone had gone home for the night, naturally. Not really sure what she was doing, Amy trudged along down the path, dragging her feet zombie-like behind her and hanging her head like it was a weeping willow tree sagging down from too much rain the night before. Her heart was crushed and she was feeling so alone, so in pain, so lifeless. She didn't know what to think right now; a part of her just wanted to die.

After mindlessly circling the park for no good reason, the pink hedgehog found a small clearing near the forest that was outside the park and fell to her knees onto the soggy evening grass. It was then when she finally let herself go. She unleashed her tears onto the ground and bawled her eyes out for what seemed like forever. Her crying echoed off into the night and through the dark and lonely park, and even through the quiet city of Station Square. Amy didn't care; at the moment, she just wanted to kill herself, and after she had her cry, she was planning on doing just that.

An hour later, after crying and screaming and unloading every emotional fiber of her being into the night, Amy was now just sitting cross-legged on the grass, her arms drooped on either side of her body and her head hanging low, as though it had been broken. She was basically meditating and thinking her last thoughts before she would go and walk off the cliff that was on the other side of the forest. After all, if the person that she had loved her whole life and who she had basically devoted her whole life to didn't want her, what point was there to living? No one else wanted her, and she was just a bother to everyone anyway. It would make the most sense to just end her life and save Eggman or someone else the trouble of doing it instead.

"Well, aren't YOU pathetic," a snide voice spat out from Amy's right. Someone had appeared amidst her crying and screaming, and had managed to walk within a few feet of the hedgehog without her even knowing. Slowly easing her head to the right, Amy forced her eyes open a crack and glanced up at who was standing near her. The person had a long purple tail, and a tall and slender body. He was wearing an interesting hat, and had a pair of guns in his holsters. Behind him was what he had ridden up on, which Amy had completely tuned out: a beautiful motorbike. The biggest giveaway was the deadly-looking fang sticking out the side of the person's mouth. It was none other than Nack the weasel.

"Man, after all that crying and screaming, you think that you'd have died from exhaustion!" Nack snickered, crossing his arms and staring down at the suicidal hedgehog, "Shame that you didn't; it would've been a nice sight to see. I could always help you when it involves death, you know; my guns are always anxious to help out with that, you see." He grinned, flashing his fang down at Amy, anxious to see her famous temper and start a fight. However, Amy just stared at Nack for a bit longer before turning her head back to the way it was and closing her eyes again, completely disregarding him and what he said. Frowning in annoyance, Nack pulled out one of his guns and pointed the nozzle on Amy's head.

"Ignoring me is only gonna piss me off worse!" he snarled, boring the nozzle of the gun into Amy's head as hard as he could, "It's no fun to kill someone already planning death; where's the sportsmanship in that? What the hell is wrong with you anyway? I only came around during your screaming; I don't really know what you were on about. It's not like I care, but I'm so curious to what made you this way; maybe I'll send flowers to whoever did it."

"Just kill me and be done with me," Amy whispered, her voice barely audible and sounding raspy, "Nothing can cure a broken heart, and since I was going to end my life anyway, just do me a favor and have your bullet kill me. Be quick about it, please."

Nack, surprised to hear such willingness to be killed by his gun, raised an eyebrow and knelt down beside Amy, staring at the depressed hedgehog. He kept his gun pointed right at her head, his finger on the trigger and always ready to be pulled. The murderous weasel could easily end her life whenever he wanted, and there was nothing that anyone or anything could do to stop him; she wanted death, he granted death, and there was no one around to stop either one from not happening. However, the minutes rolled on, and no bullet could be heard.

"A broken heart? Let me guess…that loser blue hedgehog did this to you," Nack hissed, pushing his face and pointy nose closer to Amy's head, "Ha, I always knew that he was a bastard; looks like this just goes to prove my case. Didn't know he had it in him to hurt a little girl like you; sucks, doesn't it, Pinky?"

"Just shut up and kill me!" Amy snapped, that little comment by Nack putting some life back into her. She angrily whipped her head up and glared at Nack. "Sonic isn't a bastard! He…he…he just…doesn't want me! I…I'm just worthless, and he was right to reject me and break my heart! I'm not worth anyone's time, so just kill me and be done with it, you stupid weasel!"

"Watch your mouth, hedgehog!" Nack snapped back, pulling his gun around and now pushing the nozzle into Amy's forehead, "Insult me again and I WILL kill you! And you're in complete denial; that blue menace isn't anything more than a douchebag who doesn't care for anyone but himself! Why you even liked him all these years is beyond me!" Hearing Nack say that, Amy narrowed her eyes and slowly rose to her feet, making Nack rise along with her and keep his gun plastered to her forehead.

"That's what love is, Nack!" she whispered, crossing her arms and showing that her eyes were tear-filled and weak, "When you love someone, you do anything you can to show it, and your love doesn't just go away overnight. My heart was for Sonic, and even though he broke it and didn't want it…he's still not wrong. Look at me! I'm completely useless and hated by everyone! Sonic is never wrong!" Nack listened to everything Amy said, and couldn't help but snicker a little bit.

"Oh, he's NEVER wrong?" the weasel mocked, "So, hurting someone like this who has obviously loved him for years upon years isn't being wrong? Ha, you're so in denial that you can't even speak normally! Okay, so you might be useless and hated by everyone, but does that really mean that you should just give up after that stupid fool hurt you? And also, is that really love? Is loving one person and having them hurt you really love? I seriously think you're stupider than ever for loving that idiot after what he did to you."

"Shut up, Nack!" Amy cried, close to tears again, "What do YOU know about love? You're despicable and everyone hates you! You're a complete scumbag with no heart whatsoever to break!" She didn't mean to say something so hurtful and horrible, but thanks to how she was feeling and how Nack was talking to her, she couldn't help herself. When she had spoken her mind, Nack looked completely stunned.

"You…you…you don't know me!" the weasel growled, the gun trembling in his hand while it was still pointed into Amy's temple, "How dare you say that about me when you can't even get a boy to love or even LIKE you! YOU'RE the despicable one!" Amy and Nack both glared into each other's eyes, the gun never leaving the hedgehog's head, but no bullet ever leaving said gun. Amy's trembling, hurt and tear-stained green eyes seemed easily outmatched by Nack's cold, evil and deadly blue eyes, but they kept staring each other down for what seemed like even more hours. Finally, however, Nack pulled his gun away and shook his head.

"You're not worth it," the weasel said calmly, turning away towards his Marvelous Queen, "Stupid little hedgehog…so stupid and so in denial." He headed back to his bike, putting his gun back into his belt while Amy trembled and watched him walk away. Just seeing him walk away made her feel even worse for some reason; it was just another male walking away from her. He didn't kill her, but she still planned on ending her life anyway. This seemed to hurt a lot worse; she wasn't even worth being killed by the most cold-blooded killer around. She really was worthless. Amy was just about ready to go back to hanging her head in shame when she heard Nack speak to her.

"Get on, Pinky," he growled, firing up his motorbike and causing Amy to look up at him in confusion. The weasel slowly drove forward to within a few inches of Amy, but didn't hit her. "Come on, get on already. It's too cold out here and seeing someone die by natural causes or by their own hands is such a waste. If you're gonna die, I want to do it. Now, get on so I can take you out of this." He glared down over the top of his bike at the confused hedgehog. Amy narrowed her eyes back at Nack, but in her heart, she felt a bit anxious. In his own twisted way, it seemed that Nack was offering his hand to her, or so it seemed.

After hearing nothing but the sound of the motorbike for a few minutes, Amy weakly got up off her feet and walked around to the side of Nack's prized bike. The weasel kept his usually-cold eyes locked on her, but didn't make a move. Behind him on his bike was easily enough room for Amy. Feeling very hesitant and nervous about this, Amy slowly lifted up her legs and sat herself down on the back of the bike. It felt so weird to do this, but since Nack had offered, Amy found that she couldn't refuse him.

"Hang on tight…or not," Nack muttered, glancing back at Amy as he revved his bike. Gulping and slightly blushing as she placed her hands on Nack's waist, Amy buckled down and closed her eyes as the weasel put his bike into motion and sped off out of the park.