Introduction: A Hero Of His Own
"Sonic!" Amy called out as her blue hero was struck against the wall, almost lifeless. Unable to help she ran to Sonic with tears streaming out of her lime green eyes as she tried to shake her beloved hero awake, but to avail, he lay still own the cold hard floor. Amy put her head to his chest, barely breathing. She called a name unfamiliar to the world of canon facts. Cobalt Blue, Blood Red, and Ebony Black streaked hair flashed in front of her eyes. The newest addition to the team knelt over the fallen hero, they rubbed her hands together. First it glowed a soft orange, then a deep red, a bright blue, lastly white sparking electricity surrounding their white cotton gloves. Slowly, they lowered their hands to his chest and pressed. One time, two times, three times, their head went to his chest his heart was beating slowly but was picking up pace. They stood and smiled.
"Will he be okay?" Amy asked.
"Totally Rosy," They dashed off to finish what will hopefully be their last battle, at least, for the next couple months.
"I told you…" her teammate she was speaking to was no longer there. "Not to call me that." She said under her breath, thinking to her moebius counterpart Rosy the Rascal. Her attention was back on the hero on the floor, stone still.