New story, i know i have to work on my other ones but i get writer's block easily and new stories keep me active when i get that block. Oh nd btw they're humans in this story :)

All characters belong to Sega.

Ch. 1 In and Out- Hopefully

I walked up the stairs quietly, being careful not to make any noise. I put my back against the wall, next to the door of the hotel room, holding my cocked gun. I heard footsteps and a faint male voice speaking. He was distracted, good. That would mean an easy assignment. I waited for the footsteps to be far away from the door before I creeped into the room, shutting the door silently behind me. The front room was empty but I still held my gun out in front of me in case of any sudden attacks. I took small light steps further into the room. Everything seemed empty and unused. He must not have been here long. I almost lowered my gun before I heard the click of a filled chamber. I turned, my gun pointed at my enemy. He looked about 22 with spiky blue hair, light green eyes, full lips, and light Caucasian skin. He looked buff but his lean body made him look like he just had a lot of muscles. He had his gun pointed at me, his finger on the trigger. He looked me up and down. "Guns are dangerous, little girls shouldn't be playing with them," he said, his voice emotionless and cold. Great, my first mission on my own and I was already getting judged for being a girl.

"If you think that's going to intimidate me, you should think again," I said, keeping my voice cold. His stare got darker. He put his gun on top of the mini fridge before leaning on the side of the doorway, crossing his arms.

"Amy's your name right," he asked, his voice lighting up a little.

"How'd you know that?"

"Don't you think my team does their research?" I lowered my gun a little. He was toying with me. I had time to kill him later.

"What else do you know about me?"

"Amy Rose, 21, dad's a retired assassin, mom was killed before high school graduation, last boyfriend hung himself out of the shock that his girlfriend was an assassin, no normal job, status is rookie, her first solo mission being to kill me. I know more than that but I don't want to intimidate you more than I already am." I rolled my eyes, scoffing. He started walking toward me. I held my gun up higher, aiming at his head. I was starting to get a little scared. He was dangerous, I had to stay focused. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. He wasn't much taller than me, but I was wearing 4 inch stilettos so that would make a huge difference. I put the gun to his head, my finger close to pulling the trigger. "They really don't know what they put their rookie up against," he said quietly. Before I could even take feeling in his words, he snatched the gun out my hand and pressed it against my neck. "Like I said before, guns are dangerous, little girls shouldn't be playing with them." I held my breath, a little scared.

"You really shouldn't underestimate my abilities," I said, managing to keep my cold front up.

"Too late for that." The cold metal pressed harder against me neck. I looked up at him. His lime eyes seemed amused but his face showed business.

"Why are you here?" His skin was much to light a tan to have lived here.

"I'm on my own mission so I suggest you do as I say, stay out my way and maybe I won't kill you." The arm around my waist tightened around me, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm here for a mission too and I'm not going to let you stop me." I was about to grab the gun out his hand but he kicked me from behind, making me fall on my butt. He grabbed a handful of my long pink hair and pulled me up, despite my tries to pry his hand off. He threw me into a wall, moving at super speed to cage me up against it with his arms.

"You really don't want to start with me."

"I think I already did," I said before punching kneeing him in his stomach, smirking when he groaned in pain. He put his hand around my neck. My breaths stopped coming as his grip got tighter. He grinned evilly at me. I kicked him in his crotch before he could fully choke me. He groaned, falling onto his knees but managed to throw the gun backwards onto the bed. I grabbed a handful of his hair before punching him in the face, making him fall on the ground. I started to run to the bed, but he grabbed my ankle, making me fall on my stomach. I looked back, annoyed. I tried to kick him in his face, hopefully a heel going in his eye but he dodged all the kicks, getting up and pulling my ankle back. I tried to crawl to the bed but he was way stronger than me. When I was fully back to where he was, he grabbed my arms and yanked me up, his arm going around my neck. I felt my body get weak, making me fall onto my knees slowly. No, I had to keep going, my thoughts screamed to me. I started to struggle, pulling at his wrist to get it off me. He started to chuckle. I noticed I was wasting energy so I stopped.

"You done," he asked, his grip loosening. I nodded and he took his arm off my neck. I stood up, breathing heavy. I heard him stand up too. "Damn Rose, you're a feisty little thing aren't you." I turned and smiled at him.

"And you're a dead little thing aren't ya," I said before punching him in the jaw. His grin disappeared, leaving his lips in a line. He turned his head straight again. He punched me in the stomach, making me bend over. He charged into me, banging me into a wall. I glared up at him, eyeing the blood at the corner of his mouth. I almost smirked before he punched me in the jaw. He let me fall on the ground. I felt some blood fall out my mouth. I glared up at him to see him smirking down at me.

"Why are you taking me on? Do you wanna die," he asked teasingly. I got up, using the wall to support myself.

"Shutup, I'm here to kill you and I'm gonna kill you." His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him.

"Isn't it keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I think we can be good friends once we got to know each other," he said, smirking. I raised an eyebrow. Was he trying to distract me or was he just this charismatic?

"Then you go first."

"The name's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. I'm here to kill your uncle and take down his businesses- don't try to stop me or I'll kill you. Um I was born and raised somewhere in South Mobius. I never got involved in gangs or drugs, instead I took an interest in boxing, karate, kung fu, ju jitsu, and cage wrestling to deal with my problems. I'm 22 with a college degree in architecture. My first and recently last girlfriend for seven years chested on me last year. Your turn."

"You already seem to know everything about me so I don't think I have anything to explain." He grinned.

"Oh really? Then explain this," he said, his hand going into my back pocket, fingering the small knife. I blushed lightly when his hand pressed against my butt for a few seconds before he pulled out the knife. He held it against my throat.

"I don't think it's very polite to seduce your enemy before threatening their life," I said, raising an eyebrow. His eyes looked me up and down teasingly.

"And I don't think it was very polite for the company to send such a sexy young woman to kill me." I blushed. Ugh, he was gonna be so hard to kill. I let my cold front come back up.

"You need to leave this island."

"Why should I?" I snatched the knife out his hand and pointed it at him.

"Do you really want me to stick his through your heart?" He smirked.

"How about we do this old school? No weapons, just fists."

"Fine," I said, throwing my knife on the bed with the gun.

"Ready… Go," he yelled, grabbing my waist roughly, pushing me back so I would fall. One of his hands grabbed my leg, pulling it up. I hopped on one leg, still not falling. His other hand grabbed my other leg and I slammed onto my back. I had wrapped my arm around the back of his neck so he fell down on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He struggled, trying to undo my grip on his neck and my legs on his waist. He tried to slid out of my grips but that didn't work. I smiled that he was stuck. He sighed in defeat before leaning down fully on me and wrapping his arm around the back of my neck and squeezed tightly. I felt pain but I didn't want to move. First because then he would find an opening to get out my grips and second because I kind of liked his muscular body pressed up against my small petite one.

"Sonic," I whispered. He moved his head a little so he could whisper in my ear.

"Am I hurting you too much?"

"A little but I wanted to ask…"

"You wanted to ask what." His grip was loose. Good. I rolled over quickly so I straddled his waist and pinned his arms down. He smirked up at me.

"You got tricks huh," he said, obviously amused.

"To be an assassin, you've got to," I replied seductively. He wiggled his arms out my grip so his hands could hold my hips. He tugged so my lips would lay on his. I was happy I had worn a pair of shorts when his hands slid down my thighs and gripped my claves. I wanted to curl up on his broad chest but a bullet should've been there by now. I moved my hand up to the side of his neck, the part where I could push it slightly to the opposite side and he'll be dead. I noticed he copied my movements and his smirk was gone.

"You try to kill me, I will kill you," he said, his voice getting colder.

"But I'm not trying to kill you, your neck is just really cute." He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. He rolled over so he was on top again but in our old position. He got up, his hands holding my thighs so I wouldn't fall. I kept my arm gripped on his neck, I bet we looked like we were hugging or something. I felt him walk and then I felt him back up and go frontwards and my back hit a wall. I held on and he banged my back against the wall again. I managed to stay on through three bangs but the last one made me finally let go, landing on a small counter. He looked aggravated and tired, his breathing heavy. He grabbed my ankles and swung me off the counter onto the floor. He looked down on me from my side. I leaned up and punched his crotch. He groaned, leaning down. I got up and ran for the gun. Once I grabbed it, he grabbed me from the back. He pushed me down, making me turn over. My gun was in my one hand but he pinned that wrist down, trying to wrestle the gun out of it. I rolled over, getting on top of him, but he rolled too. We kept rolling, fighting for the gun, until we fell off the bed but he was on top of me and had the gun in his hand. He pointed it down at me. I closed eyes and turned my head away, waiting to hear the boom and feel the pain and welcome death. But nothing. I waited for at least five minutes before opening my eyes. He was still sitting at me, but the gun was on the ground on one side of us, the bullets on the other side. His eyes were weary.

"I can't kill you right now," he said, answering the unsaid question.

"Why?"

"You look like you were ready for it, like you wanted me to shoot you."

"When you're an assassin, you have to be ready to die because you never know when it's gonna happen. That's what I learned."

"And whoever taught you that is right but you're too innocent for me to kill you like that," he said, getting off me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up too. "We fought, but I have nothing against you to just kill you when you're helpless."

"I wasn't helpless."

"You weren't even defending yourself. Any other assassin would've pushed me off right then and there, even if I had the gun pointed and ready."

"Maybe I haven't been taught how to dodge a bullet and get my opponent off me yet." He half chuckled.

"But they taught you how to fight I see."

"Yea, and you can also see that I'm pretty good since I was beating you butt half the fight."

"You wish," he said, bending down to get something under the bed. He pulled out a rope. I ran around him but the rope came around my ankles, making me fall. He tied a good tight knot in the rope around my ankles.

"You traitor."

"Never said I was gonna let you go."

"But you said we were friends."

"I said to keep your enemies closer." He grabbed my arms and pulled me up. He pushed me onto the bed. I pushed myself to sit up, looking over at him. I punched his stomach. He rolled his eyes before straddling me. I threw punches but he dodged them all. He grabbed my hands after a few minutes. "Do you like making things difficult?"

"No." He started tying my wrists together.

"You think your uncle will get pissed when he finds out your captured?"

"He'll kill you."

"I'd love to see him try."

"It's not just me who he can send out to kill you."

"And it's not just me who's on this island who's on my side."

"You're so annoying."

"Thank you." He finished the knot. He looked up at me. "Has anyone ever told you how feisty you are?"

"Shutup." He smirked, obviously amused. He put his hand on my cheek.

"It's way too bad that our jobs hate each other."

"Why?" His eyes scrutinized me carefully.

"You're really beautiful." I blushed.

"Um thanks, I guess." He grinned.

"You're welcome." His cell phone rang suddenly. "Um excuse me," he said, getting off me. He took his phone off the dresser, and checked the number before answering it. "Yo," he said. I heard the other end talking but couldn't make out what it was saying. "What?... You're kidding?... Dammit, that's great, that's just perfect, dammit… Well at least I have good news… Yea, Tails was right, the girl did show up to attack me… If I'm alive, what do you think I did with her…" He blushed suddenly. "No, no Knux, that's so inappropriate besides she's bait and we don't need the overprotective uncle worrying any more than he is… Yea, she's with me, why?... Oh, well yea, that's what I was planning… No, I tied her up on the bed… Oh my God Knux shutup, I'm not gonna do anything…" He chuckled. "Okay, see you then," he said before hanging up.

"Who was that," I asked.

"My friend."

"How'd your friend know I was coming?"

"Don't worry about it, chica," he said, straddling me again.

"I'm thirsty, you choking me took a lot of spit." He chuckled, getting off me.

"Alright, I'll be right back." Dang it, he took the phone with him. He came back fast though with two cans of soda. I held up my tied wrists. "Promise not to fight me?"

"Yes." He untied my hands and handed me a soda. I opened it and started drinking, watching him. His eyes were on me, only fingering his soda. I stopped drinking when it was all gone. His eyes flicked away for one second and I took the chance to hit him with the can. He seemed stunned but I tried to jump up but he grabbed my waist, pushing me back down.

"You're so frustrating," he said, starting to tie my wrists again. I struggled from underneath him.

"Get off."

"Stop, I'm not gonna hurt you." He finished tying my wrists and got off me. He picked a small filled needle out of a drawer and sat down next to me.

"Don't you dare drug me, Sonic or I will-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. I bought my wrists up and pushed him away. He grinned. I was confused. "What was that?"

"That was me kissing you, duh."

"Why?"

"Because it gave me enough time for the needle." I just now noticed the needle in my arm that was already empty because it was done filling my vain. He flipped a switch on it and my blood came up into the needle. He pulled it out my arm and put a band aid where the little dot of blood was.

"You're such an ass."

"Thanks babe." I rolled my eyes. He leaned down and pecked my lips. Ugh, this was going to be a hard escape plan.

So, i just found this story in some old documents way back from when school was still goin. Thought people might enjoy it. PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me if i should continue or if it sucks