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Chapter one- Black Vomit
You know that feeling you get when you have something in your stomach and you can't get it out? Like a cold iron ball, rocking to and fro within your organs. A horrible feeling, that's what it is. It hurts whatever it is. I can't move. I can't breathe. Okay, maybe I can breathe, I just can't think. It hurt to think. Like everything hurt, even my blood that circulated though my body hurt. My eyes are burring. I bit my lip, so hard that I tasted blood on the tip of my tongue in seconds. I felt my tears drip down my chin. Right now, I could do anything. Anything to take this damn pain away.
"STOP!" I screamed. It hurt to scream. And it didn't stop, either.
'Why would I stop? I'm having way too much fun!' A voice hissed in my head. I'm going crazy. I really, really am.
"W…who are you?" My voice is even lower than a quite whisper. Damnit, Knuckles, you are going crazy…
'Just go somewhere where you can see me!' it laughed. I tried to move, but the pain was too great for me to overcome. I yelped, and collapsed back down on the floor.
'Uhg, you're so weak… just roll over, and you'll see.' it sneered with disgust. I did what I was told, and rolled over. Some thing was coming. It started in the bottom of my stomach, then rose up. I feel like I'm going to explode. It shot up my throat, and it burned. I screamed as it burned. Then, it reached my mouth. It tasted foul, just as it smelled when it exited my mouth. It kept coming, burning. It hurt worse than my whole body hurt together. You know, when vomit, or even more commonly called, puke kind of looks like a disgusting yellowish green thing that comes out when your stomach is upset or something. But it was still painful. So, oh very painful. But this stuff wasn't yellow or green. It was black. Pitch black. It hissed. It bubbled. Then it didn't come out anymore. I was relieved. It was all out of me, right? But what the hell is it? It wasn't truly something. Until it began to move. This freaked me out and not just a little. It became into a form of an echidna, like me, but black. All black. Even my symbol of the guardian that was imprinted on to me shown black as night on it. But its eyes weren't black or my iris color, purple. They were a bright yellow. No, more like a gold, with a tiny pupil in it. But, around it was a black ring of black, and then more gold. I've never seen eyes like that. It was creepy. I stood up, and it did the same.
"So, now that I can see you, who are you lump of puke!" I soon regretted what I had said. Its face twisted at the word 'puke' with disgust.
'How dare you call me such a horrid word! I am not bits of non-digested food!' It screeched. I can hear it, but it was also in my mind too. Its voice ripped though my head. It hurt as it rang, like my eardrums had been torn out by the sound.
"Ahggg!" I scream. I collapse onto my knees. It stopped fretting and smirked at my pain.
'How cute…' it mused 'love it when you're in pain!' It laughed. I hate its laugh.
"Please… stop it… now…" I whimpered, my hands over my ears, pushing on both sides, hoping that pressure would take the throbbing pain away.
'Fine, I'll take it way… heh…' it chuckled. Then, the throbbing went away, as if it had never happened in the first place.
"Who are you…?" I asked, more conscious of what was saying. It leaned over in my face. Its slimy, gooey touch silvered over my shoulder. Its breath smelled like rotten eggs and stung my eyes.
'Let me correct on your statement you made not too long ago,' It paused, sniffed me, then began again, 'I am created from years and years of built up pain and sorrow…' I cut him off with a cough, "I don't have any pain or sorrow!" I wheezed. I can't stand tasting his breath on my tongue.
'There's loneliness too, you know, and we both know you have experienced that!' it chuckled. I froze. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew it was true. I was alone, and hated it. Sonic hasn't visited me in, God, who knows when… And a big green rock isn't enough company for me. But I just grin and bare it, even when I know it's not good for me.
"Yes, I know… But that still doesn't tell me why you came out of my mouth." I told it. It gave me a scowl, and narrowed its eyes, 'would you like to deliver me another way? I could ooze out of your skin, make it burn, or another way that is even more grotesque than the I would like to tell!' I knew exactly what he meant. That I would have to crap him out. I guess I have to be thankful.
Author: Oh deary me, I had fun. Oh well, I hope it wasn't too gross for you. More goodiness is to come. More is to come, indeed…
well, for the first writing, I did pretty well, don't cha think? Reviews would be nice, because I absolutely LOVE hearing what you people out there say! ~