Herm... what can I say? I wanted to write a horror story. And so I will. Besides, there are way too many horror stories that focus on shadow.

"Hey!"

Sorry, Shadow, but it's true. This story includes EVERYONE! Except for Big, Cream, Charmy, Espio, Vector, Sally, (cough-HATE-cough) mina (no clue who THAT is.) Tikal, Eggman, The many, many fan-characters named Spark, Everyone the cat, Nobody the platypus, (they're MINE! MINE! -Hisses-) Voice the Magic Taco, (mine as well) and anyone or thing that ever existed that is not Amy, Sonic, Knuckles, Fliara, Alexi, Rouge, Tails or Shadow. Sorry, Mr. Toaster oven, but the world of fanfiction has no room for household appliances.

So, this is a horror story. As you should know by now. It will be scary. I hope. And there will be rivers of blood... literally. I'm not joking. You think I'm kidding, don't you? Well you just wait and see!

Okay, this chapter isn't going to make much sense, but don't worry, it's not supposed to!

Amy was dreaming. In this specific dream, Amy was walking own a beach, the sunset making everything seem a different color than it really was... It was vivid and drastic, like an abstract painting... The ocean was a dark purple, the sun shining off of it like gold. The sand's hue was bold golden ochre, not the usual tan. The sky was a bold and magnificent fuchsia, with wind-wisped clouds, their intricate swirls almost glowing with their light yellow sheen. It was a very nice thing to look at. She walked down the beach, her eyes scanning the horizon. Amy had the oddest feeling that someone was looking for her, and to verify this feeling was a shout coming from behind her. It sounded distant but urgent.

"Amy!" It called. Amy turned around, looking, but she saw no one. The voice sounded familiar...

"Sonic!" Called Amy. She had suddenly remembered exactly who that voice belonged to.

"Amy! Amy! Are you there?" He called. Amy looked around for him, but did not see him.

Amy awoke, and sat up in bed, moaning groggily. What a weird dream... she placed a hand against her head, annoyed to find a headache resided within her skull. Again she moaned softly, rubbing her temples with her fingers. So much for a good night's sleep. She looked around, a little surprised to see that it was still dark out. What time was it? She looked to the clock on her dresser, to see that it was 2:30am. She groaned, and looked up at the ceiling.

Just great She thought to herself, lying back down. It would take hours to fall back to sleep now. She turned on her side and tried to relax, when she heard someone knocking on her front door, downstairs. She sat up, wondering if she actually heard it. After all, who would be knocking on doors at 2: 30am? It came again, this time accompanied by yelling.

"Amy! Are you there?" She heard Sonic's voice say. She sighed. So that's why she had dreamed that. Oh well. What was he doing here? And, if he had any reason, why at 2:30 in the morning? She decided she would ask him that later. She got out of bed, and walked out of the room, entering the hall. Sonic knocked on the door again. Amy sighed.

What could be so important? She thought as she walked down the stairs and to the front door, opening it.

It was dark out, and there were no streetlights, so she couldn't see him very well, but she could clearly tell that Sonic the Hedgehog stood before her. He was facing away from her, glancing up and down the street. Amy sighed and placed her hand on Sonic's shoulder. He shouted in surprise and tore away from her, turning to face her.

"Amy!" He asked, fear in his voice. Amy stared at him oddly. What in the world was he doing here?

"Sonic, It's 2:30 am! What-" Amy began, when suddenly Sonic ran inside, pulling her along with him. He slammed the door shut behind him, and turned on the light, immediately leaning against the wall and breathing heavily, shuddering and moaning. Amy was surprised. Was something wrong? Amy walked up to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sonic, what's wrong? What are you doing here?" She asked. Sonic looked up at her, and Amy was a little taken back. His expression... it was so fearful, so hopeless, he looked so terrified and vulnerable... so small and helpless... Sonic turned to face her, trembling, and then she saw his arm.

Three deep cuts circled around his forearm, blood oozing from the gashes and dripping to the ground. It pooled in the cuff of his glove and trickled down his arm; blood covered almost all of his left hand. He also had some small cuts on his chest, but those were less severe.

"Oh my god, Sonic, what happened?" She asked. Sonic simply stared at her, giving no response. "Sonic, are you okay?" She asked again, worried. Suddenly, the blue hedgehog began to cry and leapt into Amy's arms, scared out of his mind. Amy stared, bewildered down at him as he clung to her, shivering as he struggled to calm himself. Amy returned his embrace, ignoring the blood that fell down her back, (from Sonic's arm) gently stroking his spines and letting him sob into her shoulder. She slowly made her way to the couch, Sonic in her arms, and sat down, letting him lean against her. Amy gently pulled him closer to her, confused by his behavior. His breathing was so ragged and shaky that Amy doubted the hedgehog could speak, his chest pressed against her with each shallow, hurried breath and his heartbeat raced beyond measure. Surprised, she attempted to calm him but the scared little blue hedgehog made no progress towards being normal. Sonic clutched at her, terrified, every so often a tear falling down his cheek. Amy tried to comfort him, drying his tears and holding him, but he was just so- ...so... There just weren't any words for it. He was terrified. Traumatized. She stared down at him both fondly and worriedly; unsure what was the cause of her blue hero's fear. She simply held him as he shivered and moaned, begging for protection. Amy had no idea what was the source of Sonic's distress or what had happened but all she did know was that something was terribly wrong. She gently stroked the quills on Sonic's back and soon wrapped a blanket around him, waiting for him to calm down.

"Sonic... Sonic, what's going on? What happened?" She questioned, nearly shouting in worry, pulling her arms tighter around Sonic. The blue hedgehog looked up at her, sorrow in his eyes, but soon closed his eyes and rested his head on Amy's shoulder, managing to whisper;

"I don't know... it- ...it wants to kill me, Amy, it-... I- I don't know what it is... but... it wants to kill me." He said hoarsely, pulling closer to her. Amy sighed and stroked Sonic's quills, trying to get him to calm down. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"Sonic... Sonic, are you okay? Please, tell me what happened, what attacked you? Was it Eggman?"

"No!" Sonic said, almost alarmed. "It- It's not Eggman, it's ...It's not like anything! It- it freaking burst from the walls, Amy!"

"What?" Amy asked, frightened. What was he talking about? Had some monster attacked him? "Sonic, calm down... did you see it?"

"No! I didn't see anything, but-... but claws, and," Sonic realized how stupid he was sounding. "I'm not making this up! And I know I didn't imagine this!" Sonic said, showing Amy his injured arm. Amy nodded.

"I better patch that up." She said, about to leave to get her first-aid kit. Sonic, with his good, not-torn-to-bloody-pieces arm grabbed her hand before she could get two feet away from him.

"Don't leave!" He begged, desperate. Amy stared back at him, silent. For a second she didn't move, surprised by Sonic's actions, but soon she walked back up to him.

"What's wrong?" She asked, sitting down next to Sonic again, taking him up in her arms.

"I- ...I can feel it... everywhere... that thing that's chasing me... except for when you're here. Don't leave me, because then it will come for me." He whispered, clinging to her. At first the pink hedgehog paused. This was very odd behavior from Sonic. Maybe this 'monster' thing was serious. Amy sighed, and picked Sonic up, carrying him like a baby. She remained quiet for a moment, giving Sonic some time to calm down.

"Then I promise that I won't leave. But I am going to patch up your arm." She said, carrying Sonic over to the kitchen, where she kept the first-aid kit. Sonic gave a light murmur in response, but was otherwise silent. He, exhausted from a collection of pain and fear, had no intention to argue. He began to relax, and closed his eyes, letting Amy carry him. By the time Amy had placed Sonic in one of the kitchen chairs, gotten the first aid kit and sat down next to him, he was already asleep. Amy laughed lightly to herself and started cleaning Sonic's wounds as he slept peacefully.

She quietly walked over to the sink and let it fill up with warm water, turning to get a wash cloth from the cupboard. She put it in the sink and turned off the water, letting it soak. She then took the gauze pads and bandage-wrap-cloth-stuff-Idunno the formal term for it- and set them on the table, soon afterwards getting the washcloth and beginning to clean Sonic's wounds. She placed his arm on the table, on top of an old towel to prevent blood getting everywhere, and gently moped up the blood around the cuts with the warm washcloth. Her thoughts remained on Sonic the entire time.

He had been so scared. Whatever had happened, it must have been terrible. She sighed and picked up the salve from the kit, opening it and gently rubbing it into the cut, not too deep, but just enough. Amy knew what she was doing. She also massaged it into the rest of his arm. It would help with both the pain and healing. She sighed as she got up and got a glass, filling it with the warm water from the sink. She then sat down next to Sonic again and washed the salve from inside the cut; it shouldn't be left there for more than a few minutes. She wondered. The cuts were very deep... did he need stitches? Amy hadn't done stitches in a very long time. And if she made a mistake, and hurt Sonic, she would never be able to live with that...

She looked over to her blue hero, fast asleep in the chair he sat in. She reached out and stroked her hand across his quills. Sonic mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, and his ear twitched lightly, but otherwise gave no response. She wondered... Why had he run to her? Of all people, why to her? Sonic had never acted like he would run to anyone. Least of all jump into their arms, desperate for protection. He must have gone through something awful. She could only imagine what had happened... she shook the thoughts out of her head, and returned to her work on Sonic's arm, deciding that stitches were necessary. She was very lucky that the first-aid kit had a surgical needle and thread for stitches.

When she was done, (she had actually done a better job than expected.) she placed the gauze pads over the cuts, and wrapped Sonic's arm in the cloth bandage. She then formed it into a makeshift sling and tied it around his shoulder; he shouldn't be moving his arm yet. She then picked up the washcloth and gently started cleaning the cuts around Sonic's chest. They weren't very severe and were of mild concern but they probably should have some sort of bandage. She wrapped the cloth bandage left over from his arm around his chest and tied it, hoping that she would be able to get more bandages tomorrow. She then washed the blood from her hands, all the while keeping a close eye on Sonic.

Afterwards, She again picked up Sonic and carried him back to the couch, gently lying him down. She was about to leave, when she remembered what he said... She did believe that he was attacked, she just found it a little hard to believe that it was some clawed monster that could burst from the walls. Maybe it had just been a bad dream? She still wasn't entirely sure what had happened. All she knew was that Sonic was scared. She had never seen him act like that before. He just seemed so weak and helpless. She prayed that he was okay, and that whatever had attacked him was not going to come after him again. After all, Amy had no idea what it was, and then how would she protect him from it? Sonic hadn't said much about what had happened before he fell asleep. But, that didn't matter. He could tell her more when he woke up. She turned to Sonic, and stared at him for a moment. Again, he looked so delicate and helpless... She had promised to stay with him, so she would. She picked up another blanket and lay down next to Sonic; her arm draped over his side, and put the blanket on top of him. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek, and wrapped him up in her arms.

"I'll keep ya safe, Sonic. I promise."

Meanwhile, just outside, a pair of red eyes watched the two hedgehogs. A maniacal laugh echoed quietly in the beast's throat.

"You can't hide behind her forever, my prey..."

YAY! I DON'T SUCK AT WRITING! This could possibly be the BEST stuff I've written since yesterday afternoon where I wrote the first chapter but then decided it was the second chapter because then it would be more dramatic and effective. YAY! So... did I do well? I spent nearly a WEEK revising it... please say I did kind of good? Well, I THINK THAT I DID GOOD!

"What are you talking about! This doesn't make any sense!" Protested Shadow.

"Oh contraire, my friend, It will make PERFECT SENSE! ...Well, it will by next chapter."

"And why is that?"

"We get to find out what happened to Sonic, and why he's being so psychotic!"

"YAY!" Shouted the governor of Wisconsin. Or, possibly, the governor of Connecticut could have. Take your pick.

Ooh! Was it scary? ...Please say it didn't suck. I know it probably did, but... just in case...