ADAPTION
The girl dreamed.
Not just any dream, a portentous dream. Dark and hidden were the visions. All she could see where shadows; shades of a possible future.
She walked slowly through the shifting mists, unable to discern which image of the future went when, everything was too muddled.
She couldn't see properly.
She continued walking, on and on, endlessly, slowly.
A feeling of sadness, loneliness, emptiness stole over her, so as she walked tears streamed down her cheeks, the drops mingling with the mist as she searched for a clear meaning to what she saw.
Amy awoke in her own bed, in her own room in the team safe house.
Sunlight failed to stream through her window, winter was truly setting in.
Tears where streaming down her cheeks, her pillow was damp with them. She clutched the thin duvet to her chest in a tight fist and looked around her room.
It made her calmer. Her room was in the chaotic mess of all teenagers in the cosmos who consider themselves too busy to tidy up after themselves, though perhaps Amy actually was.
She sat up and stopped crying.
After a few moments quiet reflection she got up, wrapping the duvet over her thin bed clothes and stepped to the window. Running a hand over her quills, trying to settle them after her restless sleep, she caught sight of Sonic in the yard.
She had known he was there without thinking about it, but actually seeing him caught her breath and gave her a warm pleasant feeling.
The blue nineteen year old was exercising.
Amy knew instinctively that he had been unable to sleep, it was his restlessness that had caused her nightmare filled night. He had gotten up early again, to walk off his worry before anyone else woke up and noticed it.
Amy sighed and leaned against the wall looking down at the young man she had loved for so long. She didn't truly know how he felt, she never used her abilities to pry where unwanted, plus she had decided long ago never to invade his mental privacy unless asked. She had decided that at about the same time Sonic pulled back from her, at the same time her empathic abilities had truly surfaced.
She knew very well he now thought of her as slightly uncanny, and for many long nights she had tried to discern why and how she truly felt about his reaction.
Though it hurt her to do so, she had responded in kind and pulled back, leaving him to come to his own conclusions.
Turning away, Amy mentally shook herself and dropped the duvet on the bed, her thin shorts and vest revealing the body of a young woman. She had changed in the past two years, physically as well as mentally.
No longer was Amy the dependant pretty little shopoholic, life had changed that, she had grown up almost as soon as her abilities surfaced. There was a new edge to the young woman that was unmistakable, she was stronger, more independent and more realistic. Though she still retained a little of her quirky nature, she was no longer an innocent, she had seen things in the minds of others that put a stop to that long ago.
Physically, Amy had taken charge of her body, she was no long a useless member of the team, she could fight, hand to hand or with weapons of most kinds and she was now as competent with technology as Porker and Techno.
She no longer felt herself to be a burden on the team, nor even Sonic himself.
Amy dressed quickly in sweat pants and tight t-shirt, stuffed her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and ran down the stairs to fix herself breakfast.
Sonic was already there.
She began untangling her quills with her fingers as he looked at her from where he was standing, giving her a critical look.
"Morning Sonic" she smiled.
"Amy"
Still smiling, she flicked the kettle on.
"Coffee?"
"Sure" He sat down at the over large kitchen table and watched her quietly as she moved around the kitchen preparing her breakfast and making the coffee.
She handed him his favourite mug still steaming and sat down opposite him with her own mug, nibbling on toast. They sat in silence for a few moments, Amy missing the way he was looking at her as she tried, ineffectually, to comb out her quills and hair with her fingers again.
She looked up when she felt a vibration in the air, just in time to see Sonic grab his mug before gravity kicked in. He was silently holding a hair brush out to her.
"Here"
"Thanx."
She started brushing her soft quills, once again missing the look in Sonics eyes. She glanced up again, "You're getting faster and faster these days Sonic" she said quietly, looking at him as she brushed.
He shrugged dismissively, "Yeah, probably something to do with my aging."
He finished his coffee, washed the mug, put it away and was sat down again before she'd blinked.
He smiled hesitantly; Amy stopped brushing for a moment and returned the smile. Sonic stayed as he was for a moment longer, then fidgeted. Amy guessed he was once again getting impatient, as he so often did after spending more than a minute in one place.
He stood up, moving away, "I'll catch ya later Amy."
He lingered for a second more then was gone.
Amy continued brushing her hair in contemplative silence until it was immaculate, every quill in place. She slowly ate her toast and finished her coffee after letting it cool.
When she had finished, she washed up, listening to soft movements above her, Porker and Tekno were getting up, then she sat down again hands folded in her lap staring at the brush she had used.
Slowly a tear slipped down her cheek unnoticed in the silence behind her eyes.
There was a single blue hair caught in the bristles.
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HooHa oo;
People may be able to tell by now that this is a Fleetway fanfic ^^; As I'm a Brit, this shouldn't be too surprising.
Oh, don't worry btw, the whole story isn't like this o0 Just the prologue ^^;
Whisper x
The girl dreamed.
Not just any dream, a portentous dream. Dark and hidden were the visions. All she could see where shadows; shades of a possible future.
She walked slowly through the shifting mists, unable to discern which image of the future went when, everything was too muddled.
She couldn't see properly.
She continued walking, on and on, endlessly, slowly.
A feeling of sadness, loneliness, emptiness stole over her, so as she walked tears streamed down her cheeks, the drops mingling with the mist as she searched for a clear meaning to what she saw.
Amy awoke in her own bed, in her own room in the team safe house.
Sunlight failed to stream through her window, winter was truly setting in.
Tears where streaming down her cheeks, her pillow was damp with them. She clutched the thin duvet to her chest in a tight fist and looked around her room.
It made her calmer. Her room was in the chaotic mess of all teenagers in the cosmos who consider themselves too busy to tidy up after themselves, though perhaps Amy actually was.
She sat up and stopped crying.
After a few moments quiet reflection she got up, wrapping the duvet over her thin bed clothes and stepped to the window. Running a hand over her quills, trying to settle them after her restless sleep, she caught sight of Sonic in the yard.
She had known he was there without thinking about it, but actually seeing him caught her breath and gave her a warm pleasant feeling.
The blue nineteen year old was exercising.
Amy knew instinctively that he had been unable to sleep, it was his restlessness that had caused her nightmare filled night. He had gotten up early again, to walk off his worry before anyone else woke up and noticed it.
Amy sighed and leaned against the wall looking down at the young man she had loved for so long. She didn't truly know how he felt, she never used her abilities to pry where unwanted, plus she had decided long ago never to invade his mental privacy unless asked. She had decided that at about the same time Sonic pulled back from her, at the same time her empathic abilities had truly surfaced.
She knew very well he now thought of her as slightly uncanny, and for many long nights she had tried to discern why and how she truly felt about his reaction.
Though it hurt her to do so, she had responded in kind and pulled back, leaving him to come to his own conclusions.
Turning away, Amy mentally shook herself and dropped the duvet on the bed, her thin shorts and vest revealing the body of a young woman. She had changed in the past two years, physically as well as mentally.
No longer was Amy the dependant pretty little shopoholic, life had changed that, she had grown up almost as soon as her abilities surfaced. There was a new edge to the young woman that was unmistakable, she was stronger, more independent and more realistic. Though she still retained a little of her quirky nature, she was no longer an innocent, she had seen things in the minds of others that put a stop to that long ago.
Physically, Amy had taken charge of her body, she was no long a useless member of the team, she could fight, hand to hand or with weapons of most kinds and she was now as competent with technology as Porker and Techno.
She no longer felt herself to be a burden on the team, nor even Sonic himself.
Amy dressed quickly in sweat pants and tight t-shirt, stuffed her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and ran down the stairs to fix herself breakfast.
Sonic was already there.
She began untangling her quills with her fingers as he looked at her from where he was standing, giving her a critical look.
"Morning Sonic" she smiled.
"Amy"
Still smiling, she flicked the kettle on.
"Coffee?"
"Sure" He sat down at the over large kitchen table and watched her quietly as she moved around the kitchen preparing her breakfast and making the coffee.
She handed him his favourite mug still steaming and sat down opposite him with her own mug, nibbling on toast. They sat in silence for a few moments, Amy missing the way he was looking at her as she tried, ineffectually, to comb out her quills and hair with her fingers again.
She looked up when she felt a vibration in the air, just in time to see Sonic grab his mug before gravity kicked in. He was silently holding a hair brush out to her.
"Here"
"Thanx."
She started brushing her soft quills, once again missing the look in Sonics eyes. She glanced up again, "You're getting faster and faster these days Sonic" she said quietly, looking at him as she brushed.
He shrugged dismissively, "Yeah, probably something to do with my aging."
He finished his coffee, washed the mug, put it away and was sat down again before she'd blinked.
He smiled hesitantly; Amy stopped brushing for a moment and returned the smile. Sonic stayed as he was for a moment longer, then fidgeted. Amy guessed he was once again getting impatient, as he so often did after spending more than a minute in one place.
He stood up, moving away, "I'll catch ya later Amy."
He lingered for a second more then was gone.
Amy continued brushing her hair in contemplative silence until it was immaculate, every quill in place. She slowly ate her toast and finished her coffee after letting it cool.
When she had finished, she washed up, listening to soft movements above her, Porker and Tekno were getting up, then she sat down again hands folded in her lap staring at the brush she had used.
Slowly a tear slipped down her cheek unnoticed in the silence behind her eyes.
There was a single blue hair caught in the bristles.
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HooHa oo;
People may be able to tell by now that this is a Fleetway fanfic ^^; As I'm a Brit, this shouldn't be too surprising.
Oh, don't worry btw, the whole story isn't like this o0 Just the prologue ^^;
Whisper x