Twist of Fate
Disclaimer: Nack the Weasel and Rouge the Bat are owned by SEGA. Dash is owned by me. This story is based on an idea by Prince Young (a.k.a. Neo).
A/N: This'll probably be the last story involving Dash for a while. Neo helped me on this story, and he gave me the idea. And I might get rid of Different Life, too much Shadow. I might also change Dash around a bit for the story. Also, if I'm doing something wrong, I'll try to change it.
Visions: Fact of Fiction
{First Person View}
I tossed and turned in my bed. Since my wife had died years ago, I felt the empty space on the bed where she used to lay. In fact, my dream was about her.
I watched it replay in the dream. It was like I was in a window, watching a movie being made. Only it wasn't a movie, it was real life. I watched, not able to do anything to stop it. The shaded figure held out a gun. His gloved hand stuck out from his black cloak. The only other part of him that was shown was his brown cowboy hat and his purple tail.
Shannon, my wife, tried to shield herself. But before she could run, the trigger was pulled, and it was too late. She fell to the ground. A smoking hole was shown through her forehead. The killer withdrew his hand and disappeared through a shattered glass window.
I watched myself run down the stairs, hearing a gunshot. I saw Shannon on the ground, her forehead bleeding. 'Shannon!' I said to her. She didn't even twitch. I said her name again, no response. This time, I yelled her name with grief. He fell to the ground at her side, holding her in my arms. I cried, I cried a lot. She was everything to me, and all I thought, was to kill the one who killed my love.
"SHANNON!!!" I yelled, awakening from my sleep. I was shaking. I felt beads of sweat falling from my forehead. I wiped it. I had noticed my pillow was wet, I was crying about the flashback too.
My son, Blade, ran into the room after hearing me yell. He was 3 years-old, too young to know about how his mother was really killed. "Daddy! Daddy! Why did you scream?" Blade asked. He could barely speak, but could run. He matched the 'run before crawl' saying. He seemed worried when I saw him, looking at me.
I said to him," Dad just had a nightmare, that's all." Blade jumped onto the bed, hugging me.
"Don't' worry, I'll protect you," He said, grasping me tightly. What he said was touching, so I let tears of joy and sorrow fall from my green-red eyes. I hugged Blade back. There wasn't another damn thing I could do. After holding each other, we stopped the hug and I let Blade sleep with me.
I stayed awake for half-an-hour before drifting off to sleep. It was uneasy at first, but with my son at my side, nightmares became happy dreams. I slept till 9:00.
After waking up, I noticed Blade still clutching my hand. I smiled and pat his head. I slowly moved away from him and put the down comforter on top of him. I slid off the bed and left the room. I walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. I pulled some bacon and eggs out of the fridge. I put a pan onto the stove and turned on the heat. I cracked the eggs and put it into the pan. I chopped up the bacon and threw that in as well.
After a couple minutes, I tossed the omelet into a plate and cut it in half. I put one half onto another plate. I put the plates onto the table and brought out a couple glasses and some cereal. After that, I walked back upstairs and found Blade still sleeping.
I walked up to the bed and said quietly, "Wake up, son," I slightly shook my son until he opened his green eyes. "Time for breakfast," I whispered to him. He perked up his ears and jumped into my arms. He was pretty light; so I could run and jump around with ease. I walked out of the room again and slid down the stair rail. After making it to the kitchen, I put Blade onto his chair and he began eating. I gave him a bowl full of Fruit-Loops and we ate peacefully. I glanced across the room and saw a picture. It had me and Shannon holding baby Blade. We were smiling, happy, carefree, and we didn't know that death would be coming.
I felt a tear or two fall from my eye. Blade didn't notice. I also noticed the empty chair between Blade and me. It would hold Shannon, if she were alive. Mark my words, killer: I will kill you for tearing up my family. You will be the one who will pay.
Disclaimer: Nack the Weasel and Rouge the Bat are owned by SEGA. Dash is owned by me. This story is based on an idea by Prince Young (a.k.a. Neo).
A/N: This'll probably be the last story involving Dash for a while. Neo helped me on this story, and he gave me the idea. And I might get rid of Different Life, too much Shadow. I might also change Dash around a bit for the story. Also, if I'm doing something wrong, I'll try to change it.
Visions: Fact of Fiction
{First Person View}
I tossed and turned in my bed. Since my wife had died years ago, I felt the empty space on the bed where she used to lay. In fact, my dream was about her.
I watched it replay in the dream. It was like I was in a window, watching a movie being made. Only it wasn't a movie, it was real life. I watched, not able to do anything to stop it. The shaded figure held out a gun. His gloved hand stuck out from his black cloak. The only other part of him that was shown was his brown cowboy hat and his purple tail.
Shannon, my wife, tried to shield herself. But before she could run, the trigger was pulled, and it was too late. She fell to the ground. A smoking hole was shown through her forehead. The killer withdrew his hand and disappeared through a shattered glass window.
I watched myself run down the stairs, hearing a gunshot. I saw Shannon on the ground, her forehead bleeding. 'Shannon!' I said to her. She didn't even twitch. I said her name again, no response. This time, I yelled her name with grief. He fell to the ground at her side, holding her in my arms. I cried, I cried a lot. She was everything to me, and all I thought, was to kill the one who killed my love.
"SHANNON!!!" I yelled, awakening from my sleep. I was shaking. I felt beads of sweat falling from my forehead. I wiped it. I had noticed my pillow was wet, I was crying about the flashback too.
My son, Blade, ran into the room after hearing me yell. He was 3 years-old, too young to know about how his mother was really killed. "Daddy! Daddy! Why did you scream?" Blade asked. He could barely speak, but could run. He matched the 'run before crawl' saying. He seemed worried when I saw him, looking at me.
I said to him," Dad just had a nightmare, that's all." Blade jumped onto the bed, hugging me.
"Don't' worry, I'll protect you," He said, grasping me tightly. What he said was touching, so I let tears of joy and sorrow fall from my green-red eyes. I hugged Blade back. There wasn't another damn thing I could do. After holding each other, we stopped the hug and I let Blade sleep with me.
I stayed awake for half-an-hour before drifting off to sleep. It was uneasy at first, but with my son at my side, nightmares became happy dreams. I slept till 9:00.
After waking up, I noticed Blade still clutching my hand. I smiled and pat his head. I slowly moved away from him and put the down comforter on top of him. I slid off the bed and left the room. I walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. I pulled some bacon and eggs out of the fridge. I put a pan onto the stove and turned on the heat. I cracked the eggs and put it into the pan. I chopped up the bacon and threw that in as well.
After a couple minutes, I tossed the omelet into a plate and cut it in half. I put one half onto another plate. I put the plates onto the table and brought out a couple glasses and some cereal. After that, I walked back upstairs and found Blade still sleeping.
I walked up to the bed and said quietly, "Wake up, son," I slightly shook my son until he opened his green eyes. "Time for breakfast," I whispered to him. He perked up his ears and jumped into my arms. He was pretty light; so I could run and jump around with ease. I walked out of the room again and slid down the stair rail. After making it to the kitchen, I put Blade onto his chair and he began eating. I gave him a bowl full of Fruit-Loops and we ate peacefully. I glanced across the room and saw a picture. It had me and Shannon holding baby Blade. We were smiling, happy, carefree, and we didn't know that death would be coming.
I felt a tear or two fall from my eye. Blade didn't notice. I also noticed the empty chair between Blade and me. It would hold Shannon, if she were alive. Mark my words, killer: I will kill you for tearing up my family. You will be the one who will pay.