Not About Angels
One-shot?
It could have been fantastic and normal day for Amy Rose as she was walking home from a date with Sonic. She had decided to take the more scenic and picturesque route to her house. This route happened to go through a forest connected to the park she was walking through. That one decision would change her life and flip her world upside down.
Amy glanced behind her for a moment as she had a feeling that someone was following her. By being captured by Eggman on numerous occasions, being cautious of her surroundings or having the paranoid thought is understandable. She shook off that feeling and thought, and proceeded to walk home alone at a faster pace. Amy's footing froze as in her spot as her ears caught the sound of the nearby bushes and foliage rustling. Her heart beat quickened as her fear up the ante. Please, don't be Eggman. Amy pleaded and thought to herself. Amy did not wanted to get captured or even see Eggman again anytime soon, or ever, for that matter.
The rustling became much more frequent and much louder than before. It was getting closer. This frightened Amy to her core, and she began to pick up her pace from a steady walk into a frantic run. Amy very nearly let out a scream to alert anyone and everyone but a hand clamped around and over her mouth. The hand muffled her scream effectively.
"Do not scream, I beg of you." Amy's eyes widened at the shaken and firm voice of the female that was holding her, and clamping her mouth shut. Amy nodded, frightened as she thought this woman to be working with Eggman and she feared the fact that she will be most likely taken and captured by Eggman. Once again. Amy did as the female holding her instructed. She did not scream. She followed her orders as she did not wanted to get harmed – or worse – get killed by this woman. The woman holding Amy released their hand from her mouth. "I am…not going to hurt you."
Amy turned slowly to face the woman, she was afraid to see her but she had to. Amy gasped in horror as she saw the woman. The woman was covered in blood, mainly her torso, and her stomach looked the worst, it was in ribbons. "Oh. My. God." Amy breathed out. "What happened to you?!" Amy exclaimed, her fear of this woman now turning to alerted worry and concern. Amy forgot all about how this woman was supposedly going to harm her, and now is focused on the helping this injured and hurt woman. "What do you need me to do?!" Amy asked, panicking.
"I need you…to." The woman blinked a couple of times and began to sway and stumble forward slightly on her feet. Amy grabbed the woman's forearms to attempt to steady her. "You need me to do what? To do what?" Amy questioned her quickly and frantically. "Help me." The woman spoke one last time before she slipped and lost consciousness, and collapsed into Amy's arms. Amy did the thing only she could think of and do at that very moment: take this injured woman back to her home.
Later…
Amy clutched the silver metallic tray that held hot food and cold water. A dark green first aid kit hung around her shoulder. The first aid kit bounced as each step she took and travelled down the rotted and moulded, makeshift stairway into the basement of her house. Amy set the tray down on an old box of Christmas ornaments. Amy took off the first aid kit from around her shoulder and placed it down onto the concrete ground of the basement. The first aid kit was sat in front of a stainless steel bed frame.
Amy stared sympathetically at the unconscious and beaten female body that lay on the old and unused bed. The woman's body had holes in her abdomen. Three separate holes. Three separate bullet holes. To Amy, the injury looked incredibly painful, so aiding this woman was the best thing she could do at the moment. Amy had the need to help this woman as it was in her kind and sweet nature. She couldn't help herself. It was her Achilles heel. Amy always wanted to help, and not being the one that needed help. This woman came to her – well, found and ran into her – broken and in desperate need of help and aid.
Amy lifted the woman's tattered and bloodied shirt. She pushed it slowly and gently upwards. It was an attempt to easily get to the painful lacerations that were slashed onto this woman's stomach. Amy turned and unzipped the first aid kit, and took out the large tweezers. She needed to get the bullets out of her abdomen. There were no exit wounds on this woman's back, so Amy only assumed that they were still embedded in her stomach.
Amy sucked in and held her breath as she attempted to remove one of the three bullets nested in this woman's abdomen. She cringed as she pushed the tweezers into one of the bullet's entrance wounds. Amy's features scrounged up in distaste and disgust as the tweezers clamped down on the copper bullet. Amy groaned and whined in displeasure as she pulled the bullet out of the woman's stomach.
Amy still did not know this woman's name but she did know that she had to help this woman – she had to do something. Amy couldn't just leave her, bleeding out and for death to await her.
Amy tried not to rush herself through taking out the last two remaining bullets lodged in the woman's abdomen. Oh god, this is disgusting. She was shot, by who?Amy thought to herself as she examined one of the blood covered bullets. She placed all the bullets she took out of her stomach down on a nearby cardboard box. Amy reached for a needle and thread found in the first aid kit beside her. She needed to stitch her up so she could heal much more easily. Amy held her breath, once again, and began to steadily stitch up all three bullet wounds.
Amy let out a breath as soon as she finished up stitching together this woman's soft tissues and close up her wounds. Amy looked sadly at the state of this woman.She didn't deserve this to happen to her, no one does. Amy thought as she sighed to herself. She knew she couldn't really judge this woman. Amy knew nothing of her or about her, and especially how she got like this. Amy softly and securely wrapped a cream bandage tape around this woman's stomach. Hopefully, this will keep everything in place and help her heal quicker, Amy thought.
Amy was entirely confused. She has no idea of the identity of the woman that lay on a bed in her basement nor did she know of how this woman got in the condition is in how. Question after question racked Amy's brain. Amy then decided to leave this woman to rest and slowly heal her wounds. As she exited her basement, she entered her living room. Amy switched on her television by remote control. She wanted to listen to the news for a minute or two. Amy stood behind her sofa as she watched and listened intently to the current news story.
"In other news, G.U.N (Guardian Units of Nations) agents are continuing their man hunt and search for an escaped convicted murderer, Kiera the Lone Wolf." Amy's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in fear at the image that was shown on the screen. It was the woman that she found – well, found her. I have a murderer hiding in my basement, I have been aiding and abetting a fugitive. A murdering fugitive. Amy thought in horror as she twisted her body to face the basement door. Amy jumped in fright as Kiera stood a mere metre away from her.
"So, you know?" Kiera questioned. Amy nodded quickly and hastily. It was an attempt not to anger the convicted killer.
"Yes." Amy said, trying to mask her fear of Kiera. It didn't work. Kiera could practically taste and smell her fear radiating off of her.
"You know, and yet, you are not running, yelling and screaming for help. Why?" Kiera questioned her calmly, taking a slow and steady step toward her.
Amy stayed right where she was. "I learnt a long time ago not to run from someone that's going to hurt you, it doesn't work. They will hurt you in the end." Amy whispered but Kiera heard it as clear as day.
"You believe that I am going to hurt you?" Amy nodded.
"I am not going to hurt you, Amy." Amy's eyes widened in shock.
"You're not? Also, how do you know my name?" Amy asked Kiera quizzically.
"You have your name printed on the strap of the first aid kit I found on the basement floor." Amy flushed and blushes furiously at what she said.
She didn't know that it would be that easy to deduce who she was. "Oh…um, right." Amy muttered. She shuffled her feet, she was incredibly embarrassed at the fact.
"'I am not going to hurt you', what did you mean by that?" Amy asked.
"What do you think it means? I am not going to hurt you." Kiera stated.
"Why? You murdered people!" Amy exclaimed, frightened that she was having a conversation with a murderer.
"Actually, I didn't murder anyone. I'm innocent."