Freezing...
You're always warm. But how? I'm persistently cold. Freezing. I try to hold you, transfer some heat. But playing with fire gets you burned. Is that why?
Too tight? I'm sorry...
Slapped away, hurt feelings, broken emotions.
"Why the fuck do you care?" she spat fiercely, hatred burning in her eyes. Burning...
Because you don't.
"Ha, that's rich."
Huh? What are you talking about?
"All you ever care about is that damn emerald."
That's not true, why would I be here?
"Because you don't see me as person, you see me as an object."
No I don't! I'm sick of this shit! You know I love you.
"Oh, so my feelings mean shit to you now?"
Stop manipulating my words!
"I'm not! You should watch your damn mouth..."
I've always hated that quality about you.
"Oh, so it's just one thing? Please Knuckles, do tell. Maybe I can become as perfect as you with improvement." Sarcasm dripping in her tone like poison, staining the not-so-pleasant conversation a deeper grey, virtually black after the last sentence.
Your argumentativeness.
That made her otherwise minuscule anger she had before intensify, unable to hide by her previous, perfect facade.
"I'M argumentative? Do you know yourself, echidna?"
Obviously not, you can't 'know yourself'...
"You've had enough time sitting up here alone, being a bastard and assuming every time I come to this miserable, god forsaken island, I'm trying to take your oversized, glorified rock! Well you know what? You can fuck off. I'm done with you."
As she turned to walk away, I grabbed her. Hard. I'd gone. I'd had it with her snappy, facetious insults. In one fluid, quick motion, I had my forefinger and thumb on the pressure points of her fragile, tan neck.
"Knuckles, let me go!" she screamed in blind rage, thrashing and trying to kick me.
~~~~~~...Too tight? I'm sorry...~~~~~~
I let her frail body drop lifelessly to the grass and collapse in a clumsy heap after hearing the deep, sickening crack of snapping her collarbone. I had to end it here. But how?I'd never been the smartest guy around, but I'd never had to think under these desperate circumstances, her being a G.U.N agent and best friend being the 'Ultimate Life Form'. But I had the perfect solution. I picked up the light frame of the sleeping bat girl and gazed over her beautiful face one last time. Peaceful, quiet. Do I have regrets? Sure, everyone has. But, strangely enough, I didn't regret this. I carelessly threw Rouge's body into starving, anticipating flames and watched as the tongues eagerly stab her with force and precision.
You're always warm. But now, so am I.
A/N: Okay, this was a...weird fic to write, seeing as my FAVE pairing EVER is Knuxouge, and it was hard to picture this. I'm aware they're OOC, but screw it, Fandoms are meant to be messed with! Any comments, reviews or criticism welcome, but NO FLAMES! Thanks for reading!
