Big warning here. If certain things or even the implication of certain things like sexual themes and violence and all that disturbs you, those are in here. I don't know how tame it is for some of you, so I'm putting the safety on.
It's taken a while for my eyes to open. My body's on fire right now.
Right off the bat, I notice I'm wearing some really uncomfortable clothing. White dress shirt and black pants. Red boxers, huh? I guess…that's cool.
Right. My pants are on the other side of the room. Sheesh, my head's throbbing.
Okay, I'm sitting against a wall, across from the bathroom. Door's closed, light's on. Why do I feel like I've been run over by a truck?
This is a dingy, small hotel room. Probably a motel room if I had to wager anything. Square window just over the bed, rusty curtains, generic sheets. There's a half-broken lamp on one of the drawers near the bed.
Tap's running in the bathroom. Someone else is here.
"Aw, damn…what'd I do last night?" I try to think back. Nothing.
Totally blank. That's odd.
I…wait. I can't remember anything, besides my own name. My memories are a blank. But the thing is, I know that I'm missing memories…but how do I know that if I'm missing those memories that I know I'm missing?
"Agh…this is so…"
The sound of running water stops. I force my aching muscles to bring me to my feet, and the door opens.
"Amy?"
"Sonic…you're up."
She looks like hell. Her clothes are messed up, like somebody was tearing at them, or something. The belt on her skirt's busted, and there are bruises on her face.
Oh, hell no. Whoever did this…
"Amy. Who did this to you?"
She turns her head away. No, you can't hide it from me. I need to know, Amy. Who did this?
She's shaking her head. Something's up. Something's really wrong.
"Amy, tell me!"
"I...it wasn't anybody you know. I just had…an accident."
"Accident, my ass. Did someone touch you? What happened? When did it happen?"
"Last night…"
She adjusts her nearly ruined blouse, still not looking at me. Oh…God. Last night. The night I remember nothing about.
"Amy…I did this, didn't I? I hurt you."
"No…you never would do that."
"Not on purpose, no! But I was probably hammered beyond reason last night, you know?"
"It wasn't like that."
"Then what else could it be? I was drunk out of my mind, and I…I tried to…"
She shakes her head. "No…it wasn't like that…"
"You keep saying that it wasn't like that, but-"
I feel myself stop suddenly. She was looking at me, trembling. Just shaking there, all alone. Just the way I liked it…
Wait, what? No! What the hell was that, Sonic?
"Are you…okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about something." I touch her wrists, and she flinches…they're tender. I must have been squeezing them hard; my handprints are still there, clear as day. Heh, bet she liked the rough stuff…
…No, no. Again…again with that crap. I would never do that to her.
I need some air. I…why am I thinking these thoughts?
"Ames…what did I…what did I drink last night?"
"You didn't drink…"
You're kidding me. You have to be joking.
"We never left this hotel room."
Her voice is shaking…she's so timid today. So tender. Wouldn't it be fun just to squeeze that innocence out of her, bit by bit? Yeah, that's it, girl. Make me want it. I know you do. The bed's a nice place to start. Oh? You don't want to? I guess I could stay here with you, then. No resistance, how nice. Now, we'll just remove that silly blouse like so! Whoa, not good! I've got one half but not the other-
Stop.
Why…are you looking at me like that?
I just…I just did that. I tore apart your blouse. Look at that. Look at what I'm doing.
What…exactly is happening to me?
"Amy…please. You have to run."
"I can't."
Are you out of your mind? Get away from me! Get out of this room, before I…I…
"I have to stay…I have to."
"Why?"
She smiles and kisses me deeply. She's so warm and soft…and these memories, they're flooding in so suddenly.
"What…?"
And I can see it. Every instance.
This entire time, she knew. She knew what I was going to do to her. She knew what I would become.
It had happened so many times before.
She's still wearing that stupid smile, and I…can't help but cry. Over and over again, I end up violating her. Taking away her dignity. There have been so many loops, and she's been conscious for every one of them. She's looked into my eyes each time I…I raped her.
"Why…Amy, why?"
"I don't know why it's happening. Someone…is manipulating this scenario behind the scenes. Trying to break me. When I give in, all our hope is lost. I can break this spell…I can make you complete again. I know I can, it'll just take time."
"But each time-!"
"I know."
"I have to…I have to fight this!"
She shakes her head. No…? But…
"No matter how hard you try, it won't work. You'll always lose yourself…and you'll have your way with me. Where the stories go after that, I don't know. I always end up in a new one. In a new way."
"And I'm…the same."
"No."
She pushes up my chin. "You've been changing. You've never come this far before. The spell's losing its grip."
"It…but, Amy. You can't-"
"I can. And I have to. I'll get there soon…we'll be free. Do you know what keeps me going?"
"What?"
She touches my chest. "Isn't it obvious? It's the moments like these that I cherish. I feel so happy just talking to you. Like I can survive anything."
"Hngh!" It hurts…! What…this pain…
"It's…starting. You don't have much time, before…"
"God…! Amy, I'm sorry. Please…I don't want to do this…"
"I know. But…I do. Because I love you, Sonic."
That…stupid smile of hers…why does it make me feel so good? I can't stop…crying…
"I'll save you, Sonic. I promise."
"Amy…" My arms move before I can register them. I have her hands pinned above her head.
"Close your eyes…and the pain will leave you for another day."
"What about your pain?" I ask.
"All it takes is a kiss…"
I feel myself slipping. But there's still time...there's still time.
I kiss her, one long and sweet kiss that I hoped she would remember. One I hoped she would treasure, so she could carry on.
"I love you…"
My memories are fading. Everything's closing in, and I'm…I'm disappearing.
"I love you, too."
Just one more flicker of light…
Amy…I'm so…
The black hedgehog kicked in the door, his gun drawn. Rage clouded his mind as he saw him standing over her body, licking his lips in satisfaction. She was lying there, naked and ashamed. Broken and violated. He watched the faker turn and fired into his chest. Bullet after bullet went into his body, the stench of blood mixing with the smell of sweat in the sullen room. Her clothes lay in shreds on the floor, and he pulled the trigger so much harder as he saw each piece of fabric.
Without mercy, he shot Sonic in the head before loading another clip. Standing over his dead rival, he pumped more bullets into his corpse.
"…"
Shadow walked into the bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe, wrapping the motionless girl in it as he left. He didn't know that she was gone to another place, that the Amy Rose that was there a moment ago had disappeared along with Sonic's soul. For a moment, he stopped and looked back at the blue hedgehog, wondering about what he saw. There was a moment before he fired the fatal shot…
Did he say…thank you?
He shook his head of the thought. She was safe, now. Nothing else mattered.
A single tear rolled from Sonic's cold face onto the dirty carpet. Never to exist again.
She woke up early, cleaning herself up on a normal day in a normal time.
He met her at the Emerald Coast, wearing a colourful shirt and board shorts, with a bucket hat. The sand crunched underneath her toes. He put his arms around her, and gave her that grin of his.
It would never be the same one twice.
She knew that so well, as he continued to smile. The sinister feelings made her stomach turn, cool sweat running down her face. She knew what was going to happen.
Fear was trying to grip her heart and squeeze the life out of it.
No. She wouldn't allow it to happen. No matter how much she had to endure…it was for his sake. It was all for him.
Because she loved him.
They had walked along the coast, to a place where nobody would hear them. He punched her in the face, sending her tumbling into the sand, where he pinned her head. Tears rolled down her face as he kneeled onto her legs, preventing her from squirming.
"How unbecoming of you. Whores don't wear white panties."
The pain had never dulled, had it?
He tore apart her underwear, tossing it into the water. He laughed as he forced himself onto her, the tears running harder and harder from her eyes.
Her screams bounced against the rocks, lost in the waves that crashed against the shore.
She opened her eyes again. There was no taste of blood in her mouth. No trouble walking or standing. Nothing hurt at all.
She wasn't frightened anymore. It was so warm, and she realized she was in a bed, wrapped up in someone's arms.
"Sonic?"
"Yeah."
They held hands, their fingers intertwined and resting on top of the smooth sheets. The bed smelled of wildflowers.
He was holding her tightly, not wanting to let go. Not wanting to hurt her ever again. She had believed, and she had endured. She would never be the same.
But she still loved him.
He felt something pulling at him, and suddenly they separated again.
"No…don't go…"
She let the tears fall, kissing his hand tenderly before he flew from her grip. Amy was in the bed, now alone. It wasn't as warm as before…but she felt her eyes drooping closed.
"He'll be here…when I wake up again…"
She reached for him in the darkness.
And finally…she slept.
a/n: This has been a while coming. Sort of a railing/venting thing, if you get me. I've written this…about six times with no luck. Probably for the best, huh? I don't know if it's any good. I don't know if you'll get the message or messages behind this. It's just a few of my thoughts of stuff that is like…I don't know, nonsensical to me. People have a right to write, but man. I might spell it out next update; this is half-finished. So, cheesy? Dumb? Elitist? What is all this to you readers?
Even though I didn't get like, super descriptive…this was fucking hard to write. Excuse my language. Probably gonna stay T-rated, you know?