Kill You
1
Am I dreaming?
Disclaimer : I own none of the Sega characters, nor do I own the song at the beginning.
"Well I wish there was someone…
Well I wish there was someone to love me…
When I used to be someone…
And I knew there was someone who loved me…
As I sit here frozen alone
Even ghosts get tired and go home
As they crawl back under the stars…"
Rouge the bat's eyes shot open, meeting the darkness that filled the bedroom. Beads of sweat cascaded down her face and body, causing her comforter to stick to her like a fly to flypaper. Her heart raced and she breathed heavily, as if she had just ran a marathon. It was more than a nightmare, the thing she had experienced, it was like a horrible thing that had been shut away for many years, but no one involved could escape it especially not Rouge or her husband. Knuckles shifted his position and faced her, eyes closed with his unlocked hair sprawled about his face. Unlike Rouge, he was peaceful and probably dreaming about happier things. Even his face did not comfort the bat, for the dream had truly shaken her. Hey eyes played tricks on her in the darkness, making inanimate objects seem as if the preformed elaborate dances with one another while ghastly shapes of numerous colors floated about the room. These delusions normally would only bother a child, but she had been scared by her own thoughts once tonight already and had no desire to face them again. She whipped the covers off her body, attempting to cool it off. She removed her nightgown so that all that covered her body was her undergarments, and turned to Knuckles and shook him awake.
"Huunn? Huh? Whazza?" mumbled Knuckles incoherently.
"Knukkie? Are you awake?"
"Well, now I am, what is it Rouge?"
"I…can't sleep."
"What, just because you can't sleep means that I can't either?" he growled, covering himself with the blankets and turning away from Rouge, trying to get some sleep and not wanting to be disturbed while doing so, even if by Rouge.
"I'm serious baby" Rouge continued, shaking her husband once again.
All she got in response was a low growl as Knuckles covered his ears with his pillow in an attempt to drown out Rouge.
"I was dreaming…about him…"
Knuckles eyes shot open and he sprang upwards, quickly taking hold of Rouge's shoulders with a firm grip as he stared into her eyes.
"What? What?!"
"Knuckles!"
"What did he say? What was he doing? Where was he?!" he shouted hysterically, not considering what trauma his wife may be enduring.
Rouge only stared back at him, her lower lip quivering as if she was about to cry. Knuckles stared at her sky blue eyes as she stared into his purple ones, and he slowly lessened his grip on her.
He sank back down into the bed and brought Rouge into close embrace, cradling her head as it rested below his shoulder.
"I…I'm sorry Rouge…I…"
Rouge said nothing but plunged deeper into the fur of Knuckles, feeling comforted by the sensational feeling of his skin against her own. Funny, she thought, how in this very room in almost the same situation brought about the thing that caused the trauma that haunted Rouge from the moment she learned the truth about HIM. She couldn't help but feel regret for that moment. Looking back, if she had to choose between sex with Knuckles or creating HIM, she'd of decided to keep her virginity forever.
"It's ok Knuckles…I shouldn't have said anything"
"No, no Rouge, I want you to tell me everything; especially when it is involving Him. We're married now, you shouldn't keep anything from me now."
Rouge looked at him, and then back down at his chest.
"He was…singing."
Knuckles stared at her with concern.
"Singing
what?"
She paused and then replied: "I can't remember"
I'm still lying to him, she thought, still lying about everything involving him. I don't want to drag him into it any more. Knuckles doesn't deserve to have to deal with what I do.
Knuckles took a deep sigh and stared back at Rouge.
"Rouge, you shouldn't have to deal with this. You don't deserve it."
'No, you don't deserve it, I do' she thought.
"I want you to conquer these fears that shouldn't be there. Remember, he's frozen, trapped, and gone. It can't happen again." He reassured her, trying his best to help.
Even in the darkness, Rouge could see the passion burning in Knuckles eyes. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck and toppling on top of him, pressing his back against the bed. Knuckles returned the favor and rolled on top of Rouge, sliding his long tongue into her mouth, having it perform elaborate dances with hers.
'I don't wan Knuckles to worry about me. He tries to help but just can't" she thought as Knuckles began to remove her thong from her body, sliding it halfway down her legs.
'I want to make him happy. I don't think he can help because he was a contributor. I need someone close, but not someone I love like Knuckles…'
She continued to Kiss Knuckles, letting him steal her anxiety for the moment.
'I need Shadow'.
The remainder of her night was dreamless, and passed seemingly fast. Perhaps the fact that she was still joined to Knuckles via intercourse helped keep her mind clean of any saddening thoughts, but that wasn't for certain.
As light began to fill the room, she slowly cracked open her eyes, meeting the face of Knuckles, still sleeping and blissfully unaware of the torment that Rouge was still in, as he believed that sex had fixed it (for the moment).
"Knuckles?"
He stirred, but was only half awake.
"I'm going to go see Shadow, I need to talk to him."
Knuckles made what was known to rouge as a grunt for "ok, sure". For the time she had been with him, she had learned to decipher the meaning of Knuckles various grunts and growls.
Before leaving, she wrote a note saying that she was with Shadow, and placed it on her pillow, just in case Knuckles wasn't awake enough to remember what she had told him.
She kissed her husband goodbye and flew off the island and down into the metropolis below.
……..
Shadow house was barely that. It was more of an apartment he claimed for himself, against the landlords refusal to rent him it. He paid his rent, but the fact that he was a rather menacing person didn't allow him much respect from the public. The apartment was located in Eastopolis in a street crowded with other apartments that looked almost the same: concrete steps leading up to a crotchety old door with a knocker, usually enveloped with cobwebs and who knows what. The actual apartment was composed of red bricks with the occasional graffiti decoration courtesy of renegade teenagers who thought they were funny.
Rouge approached the steps leading to the apartment. She began to proceed towards the door when she was suddenly enveloped in a bright green light and in the next second had appeared in Shadow's room. He was sitting on his bedside, which was notably poorly built, constructed of a meager iron framework. His room was devoid of any real color, except for the occasional stain on the wall. His only decorations were a shaggy old rug and pictures of friends (Mostly Rouge, and the occasional picture of Sonic and him, forced upon him by Sonic himself).
"Oh, Shadow"
"Hello" he replied with a face that looked like Rouge had walked in and slapped him.
"Well…don't you look happy?" she said, sarcastically, trying to put on an act of Rouge before the whole ordeal with Him had started.
"Cut it Rouge, I know why you're here." He replied in his normal tone: dark and gloomy.
"Oh…" she mumbled, her ears drooping.
'It's him isn't it….Stardust?"
Rouge cringed at the name.
"Your son…Stardust the Esper."
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A/N: sorry if this seemed confusing, but as the plot unfolds, you'll begin to understand. Make sure to review, I really do appreciate it. The more reviews I get, the faster I try to get the next chapter up.