A/N: I am having such nostalgia being here once again almost three/four years later. I have decided to do one last Sonic fanfiction just for old time sake. Looking back at my previous fanfiction, I was a typical teenager obsessed with Degrassi and drama from high school. It still brings a smile to my face to know how far I have come as a writer and how I have grown. With that being said, please enjoy my newest dark twisted fantasy. As we all know, I own nothing and this is purely fan made.

The character 'Avarice' belongs to my good friend RockNRoll. I suggest you check him out. He has some great, action-packed, adrenaline pumping fiction if you are ever interested and need a break from this kitten who just simply loves sexy, on-edge writing ^_^. Enjoy

Avarice

By: SensuallyPassionate

Chapter Theme Song: 'Malchik Gay' by: T.A.T.U

Malchik Gay! Malchik Gay!

He had the heart for another, leaving me standing in the rain looking like a stupid love-struck teenager with a soggy picnic basket filled to the brim with cucumber sandwiches, strawberry yogurt, potato chips and freshly-squeezed limeade. I had forgotten my umbrella that evening and returned home drenched, with a nasty cough, and some uneaten food in a mildewed straw basket. When we kissed, it was electrifying. When we touched, it was intensifying. When we made love, it was mesmerizing. He was the only person I had ever allowed into my heart, my mind, my soul aside from that infamous blue devil. I never would have guessed he would have turned out to be a lover of cocks; and no, I don't mean the chicken. If only he could look at me the way he looks at him. Then, and only then would my life have some sort of meaning. I wouldn't be as clueless as to who or what I am and what I have to offer in this world. I wouldn't resort to shielding myself from those who may hurt me by hurting those I get close to. I would not dare shatter every man that walks through my bedroom door thinking they found the love of their life. I wouldn't, then, kill them as directed. No, I wouldn't. I couldn't. Sonic was to be expected, but Espio was not. I had gotten accustomed to Sonic's rejections well before he grew tired of me. A girl can simply wish she could be saved from herself. Until then…

"Light it."

I lit her cigarette, then mine, throwing then useless match onto the awaiting body. Avarice had soaked that sucker good in petroleum. She had a vendetta against this one; an old score to settle that she now considered to be even. Details are sketchy but in a synopsis, he raped her back when she was sixteen and was one of Eggman's old allies. He met her during my time with Sonic; back when I was being Godly and saintly trying to save the world from destruction and chaos of evildoers. Funny how ironic life can be. You become the one thing you swore you would protect yourself and the world from.

"Like fireworks on the fourth."

I inhaled, exhaled quietly blowing the smoke into the growing flames. "Sure is pretty." Avarice nodded. "You let 'Ace' know the job is done?"

"Sure did." She beamed, taking a drag herself and blowing it in my direction. I watched uninterested as she adjusted that cheap push-up bra she had gotten from some outlet mall a few miles out. It made her chest look ten times better- enough to even rival seductress Rouge herself- but looked highly uncomfortable. "He already wired the funds into our account. I believe it was about ten grand each."

"Nice." I took one last look at what used to be a person, returning back to Avarice. "You ok?"

There was a small silence before either one of us spoke. "Avarice?"

"Yes, I am ok." She spit on the charring carcass before heading back to the apartment. "We better pack up before the neighbors get a whiff of this God-awful smell. I knew it wouldn't exactly be strawberries and champagne but this fat ass should have ate a little bit more healthy. An apple or some type of non-greasy item would have helped in the least."

I chuckled, beginning to follow her. "So you aren't phased by the smell of normal burning flesh, just the flesh of burning fat people?"

"Fat rapist in particular."

"Well…" I took one last glimpse at the flame. Sparks of orange, yellow, and red danced effortlessly within clouds of black and grey smoke. They caressed the midnight air delicately as they glided upward, spreading the aroma of death, smoke, and, oddly, pork into the starless sky. Small embers started to form at the base of the man's feet- or at least I think they were. It was hard to tell considering how the man's body ignited instantaneously like a tree on Christmas. Avarice was heavy handed with the three gallons of gas she had reserved for the commemorative occasion. Small, angry cracks could be heard as the sound of flesh charring against flamed fabric echoed throughout the backyard of the abandoned apartment building. The neighborhood was desolate and long-forgotten, but still had a police presence for the limited number of residents that paid homage to their childhood homes. It surely was a sight to see. "He had it coming."

"We better head back to the hotel to get some sleep." Avarice grabbed my gloved hand and pulled my delicate frame closer to hers. Her soft breasts meshed well together with mine, our skin touching gently. A small kiss was placed upon my lips as skilled hands began to trace the contours of my spine. "Hm?"

I nodded, kissing back. I wrapped my arms around her neck and gracefully led up against a neighboring fence. I attacked her neck with small nipping, kissing, and sucking to leave my mark on her tender flesh. Her moans cascaded into the moonlight as her hands roamed every inch of my body. Avarice and I were in no way homosexual. I would not even go as far as saying we are bisexual. We sleep and kill evil men for a living for heaven sake. However, Avarice and I have been through enough heart ache to know that allowing men into our hearts is forbidden. With her rape, abuse from countless of men, and my emotional turmoil with chasing Sonic throughout most of my entire life and having been emotionally scarred by loving Espio, we both sworn off men for good. It just seemed better this way. Avarice and I are simply friends…with minor benefits. We sleep with each other on occasion for the hell of it, just to spice things up and keep things interesting; but it never got serious.

Taking her hand, I guided her into the apartment complex to collect our things, stealing a few heated kisses in between to keep her in the mood. The high-pitch sound of police sirens echoed into the night as authorities neared. Took someone long enough to call the damn police. Avarice and I never leave a scene until we hear the satisfaction of a police siren. Giving one last kiss to the devious feline, I clasped on my helmet and waited for her manicured fingertips to become embedded against my belt buckle before pulling off into the night.