Undercover

Authors Note: Yayyy. First chapter. Sorry if you think it's short. :O I was in a writing mood so I wrote this. ^-^ After this, your prolly gonna have a LOT of questions. XD Just message me, or R&R & I'll message you the answer. :D Later on, you'll see why I called this story "Undercover". Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes...

I Don't Own: Sonic & Shadow {characters}

I Do Own: Marietta, Cream {characters}

Chapter One - Sleep of Death

Them, screaming "Marie!" while the others were screaming "Marietta!". Either way, they were all clutching, bending down blindly for my hands. Me, about to fall to my death inside this very dark cave. You know what's funny? Nobody even knows where we are, or why were living here.

This happened because I was walking around aimlessly without a flashlight in the bathing section, for who knows what. I tripped over a rock like a cluts, and next thing I knew, I was hanging over the ledge screaming my lungs out. The first to come was Sonic, him always trying to be the hero of the day, night, evening, whatever flows your boat.

After about five minutes, more came into the section, running so fast they could've slipped from the water, and into the situation I was in right this moment. Shadow, Cream… everyone was here, reaching down, trying to grab my hands. Nobody had ever thought of getting a flashlight, which was out of character of them, especially Cream. She was always prepared.

My hands were starting to get sweaty. They had been trying to pull me up for what seemed like hours, but it was only fifteen to twenty minutes. This made me feel fat… One, because it was taking them so long to pull me up from this ledge of the small cliff, and two, because I knew I had to go on a diet sooner or later. I just loved food so much…

My hands were starting to slip.

"No!" I heard them screeching at me, terrorized because I was starting to give up. Why shouldn't I give up? If it was taking them this long to get me up, why should I hold any longer? Why should I listen to them, telling me to use my strength?

I would let go of the rock; the thing that was at the moment, the anchor to my life. The sound of the roaring waterfall -- the water was leaking from the little cracked area of the bathing room from above the cave's ceiling -- was ringing in my ears. My hands were sweating even more then before, and before I knew it, I was falling. Falling to my death. Would it hurt?

I knew it was the end of me the second my feet touched the steaming hot water. The last thing I heard were the screams of my best friends, my family...

Authors Note: BTW, this chapter is a dream Marietta has.