Chapter one;
Moths and the sun.
"Please," he says, his blue eyes filling with tears. "Please don't do this."
Fucking pathetic.
I can't even feel sorry for him.
"Stop acting like such a fucking girl," I tell him.
"Amy, please. I love you. Don't do this to me," he begs. "I can be better, I promise. I can be better for you."
"No, you can't. And even if you could, honestly, it wouldn't be worth the wait."
"How can you say that? I thought you loved me."
"Pillow talk, baby. Just think of it all as pillow talk."
"Baby-"
"Get the fuck out of my face, hedgehog. I'm done with you. I've gotten all I can from this relationship, and I'm done."
I push him aside as I make my way past him, and to the door of his crappy one bedroom apartment.
Some fucking hero.
Can't even save himself.
"Amy, wait."
The door slams behind me, in his face, cutting him off for good.
Finally, I think to myself as my feet take me down this ugly hallway with the piss stain colored wall paper.
It's over.
I'm free.
"Finally get it taken care of?" she asks, nonchalantly stuffing a fry into her mouth.
She sits across from me at the booth of this shitty little diner we tend to meet at for coffee.
I'd never eat here.
Relatively deserted. Ugly wooden walls decorated in a seemingly random and unrelated mess of flair.
I refill my mug, and tear open two packets of sugar at once. Add creamer. Stir.
"Yes ma'am," I say, sipping my coffee.
"How did he take it?"
"Funny you should ask. Broke his heart."
"Aw."
"Fuck him. He was pathetic. I mean, what kind of a man gets on his knees, and literally begs for you? Crying, no less. Pussy."
"Sounds kind of sweet, actually."
"Yeah, well I practically felt like a lesbian."
"Harsh," she says, wiping her mouth with the crumpled napkin balled up in her oversized hands.
"I guess."
My eyes wander to Rouge's rack.
What I wouldn't give for tits like that. What I wouldn't kill.
Bitch.
I'd kill her if I thought I could actually replace mine with hers.
Ah, well. I'm prettier anyway. She has an ugly face. Sad, but true.
"You know," I say, "when they say he's fast, they aren't kidding. He finishes everything quickly. Everything."
"You mean...?"
"Yes. Greased Lightening, I called him." I let out a cute giggle. "Boy, that got him all butthurt every time."
"I don't understand why you're so hard on him. I mean, you cheated on him. You treated him like complete shit. Don't you think you could have let him off easy?"
Glare.
"You've cheated on Knuckles," I say.
"Which is why I'd let him off easy if I ever chose to leave him. But.."
"But what?"
"Too sweet of a deal. Don't think that'll happen."
"Why?"
"Knuckles is loyal. He treats me right. He's practically my slave. He does anything I ask him to. You should hear him when he talks to me. Like a dog that's afraid that it's about to get in trouble."
"You think he's loyal?"
"Totally. And the most gullible man I've ever met in my whole life. Poor bastard would dig a hole for us if I told him the sky was falling. Sometimes I feel sorry for him."
"Mm."
We'll see just how loyal Knuckles can be.
"Don't you ever feel sorry for someone you're hurting, Amy?"
Can't say that I do, Rouge.
Can't say that I do.
"Amy?"
"Hm?"
"Do you ever feel sorry for them?"
Sonic smiles at me and it makes me sick to my stomach.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks.
I nod.
"I don't want to," he says. "I'm scared."
The sky is a dark grey. Dark, like a giant rain cloud.
The small wooden boat we sit in rocks very gently in the somewhat calm, salty waters around us.
I can see a lonely beach in the distance. Looks completely void of life.
"You love me, don't you?" I ask.
"Of course I do," he starts. "But.."
"No buts. If you love me, you'll do it."
He pauses for a moment, silently staring at me. He tries to force a smile, before quietly looking down. Finally, he replies.
"Okay," he says. I'll do it."
"Good," I say.
*
i hand him
the knife
and he takes it from me
blue eyes sparkling
bile rising up to the back of my throat
he stabs it
into his chest
the cracking of his sternum
the stupid fucking look
on his dumb fucking face
he cries
and i try so hard
to suppress a giggle
he saws the blade downward
bone snapping
crunching
face contorting
eyes bulging
straining
bleeding.
Bleed.
He forces the knife in to the handle and pries his chest apart sideways.
Sickening cracks.
Sonic hands me the bloody knife, his hands stained red.
He stuffs his fist into the open wound and pulls out his beating heart.
Ahahahahahahah.
"The pile," I say. "Put it in the pile."
He wordlessly drops his heart into my collection on the floor of the boat between us.
Look at the pile, satisfied.
Eyes wander back up to.. wait, Knuckles?
"When I bleed," Knuckles says, a line of bloody drool running from the corner of his mouth, and down his chin. "I bleed for you."
The color drains from his face.
Pale as a sheet. His eyes dilate.
"All for you."
He leans over, gravity pulling him overboard.
Splash.
I open my eyes and I'm drenched in sweat.
It's freezing.
Throw back the soaked sheets and scramble through the darkness to the bathroom.
Grope along the wall for the light switch, hugging the flat surface and slowly flailing.
The light finally comes on and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Stumble over to the mirror and look at myself.
A shiver runs down my spine.
Turn to the bath and turn the handle that makes the shower head spill scalding water.
Attention redirected to myself, that is to say, my reflection.
My pale, sweaty reflection.
My shell.
My pretty shell..
I fucking hate it.
I sit and watch it disappear into the fog.
"Do you come here often?"
Give me a break.
"That's certainly the most cliché pick up line I've heard in a long time. Did you really just ask me that? I didn't know people even used that one in real life."
He nervously laughs.
"You're funny. No, really. You look familiar. Where have I seen you before?"
"I'm Rouge's friend. Amy."
His drink is set down next to him on the bar and he picks it up.
The plan was just to scope things out. I've heard from Rouge that he likes to come here and get drunk when he's in town on visit. Wasn't even sure if he was in town, and he's already hitting on me. This will be a fucking cakewalk.
"Oh! Sonic's girl! How's he doing?"
"I wouldn't know. He broke it off with me.."
"When did that happen?"
"Not too long ago. I don't really want to talk about it."
"I understand. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure. That would be nice."
I always get what I want.
Always.
You might be surprised how easy it is to get your best friend's boyfriend to fuck you.
I'm not. But you might be.
Moaning loudly, I pretend to really be into this. My screams of "pleasure" in sync with the sound the headboard makes when it knocks against the wall of the hotel room he rented us for the night.
It doesn't last for very long, but I still manage to reach a somewhat disappointing climax.
Another fucking disappointment.
He collapses on top of me, exhausted. Inhaling and exhaling deeply as his back moves up and down softly.
I can see him getting better.
With the right teacher, of course.
There are tricks to making men fall in love with you.
Make them think they're the best you've ever had in the sack, and they melt into putty. The ugly truth can always come later.
Make them feel good about themselves. It's easy. If you make them feel good about themselves, they're more likely to want to be around you as often as they can. Suck his cock for bonus points. If you're good at it, that can seal his fate.
It also doesn't hurt to be hot.
Not at all.
Beauty takes work. Lots of it.
Let them think they always have the upper hand. At least, until it's time to crush them.
You have to top every other girl in their life.
Which, obviously, isn't very hard for me to do.
Keep these things in mind, and you'll be hearing the words
"I love you, Amy."
in no time.
"You do?"
"I really think I do. I've never felt this way about anyone else."
My naked body wrapped up in his strong arms.
I look up at his face, and plant a gentle kiss on his right cheek.
"I love you, too, Knuckles."
Men are such foolish creatures.