Chapter 2: Conspiring Fate
May 27th 2: 12 AM – Amy's Apartment
The moonlight outside sifted through Amy's bedroom window, shining down on an empty spot in the corner of the dark room. She lay in her bed, the covers messed up and her pink, quill/fur-like body riddled with sweat. The entire night, she couldn't bring herself to fall asleep. Her mind was still fixed on the phone call she received earlier that night. It seemed so strange to her how her body reacted to the caller's voice. Never in her life had she ever experienced that kind of fear, and it was just from hearing the voice. It was a feeling she couldn't explain, and no one would understand even if she described it in the most detailed way. The whole night, she fought just to get a grip of herself. She couldn't stay that way forever. But one question lay heavily upon her…will that mysterious person call her again?"
Two hours went by, and still, Amy was wide awake. Her eyes were beginning to sting because of the lack of sleep and she felt extremely lethargic. She had shifted several positions before she finally found one close to comfortable. She hung her head over the edge of the mattress, the rest of her body sprawled out in every direction. She was cold; and should be, wearing only a tank top and a pair of underwear. It wasn't just any cold, though. It was the same cold feeling she witnessed when the stranger called. "RRRAGH!" she screamed, throwing her arms up. "Why can't I go to sleep?"
Her own question would come back to bite her in the behind later on. She couldn't sleep for a reason, but she has yet to understand that. Someone was calling her, and all she had to do…was respond. Amy's call, however, would come in the most unexpected of ways. And to her…it would be the most terrifying.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
Amy nearly suffered a heart attack when she heard the loud sound emit from her living room. "The…the phone…?" she asked herself. She wondered who it would e calling her this early in the morning. Of course, it wouldn't bother her much being she was already awake. She thought that maybe it could be Sonic. He did sometimes called her real early, but only if he needed something from her, or if he needed her help. Sonic needing her help? If anything, it was the other way around. "But why would he call me?" Amy got up from her bed and went into the living room down the hall from her bedroom.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" she murmured, going over to the table where the phone sat. It was dark, but the small built in light illuminated the dark, bold words Unknown Caller. Amy's heart sunk into the bottom of her stomach. It was the caller from before. The one that gave her such a fright just by hearing the voice. But she couldn't have been sure. It could be anyone on the other end of the line. Maybe Sonic or one of the others was calling her from a phone booth somewhere. Realizing that may be the case, Amy reached down, cautiously and picked up the phone. "H-hello?"
"……..Hello again…Amy Rose…."
"W-wha?" she mumbled, sudden fear muffling her voice. "Who is this? Whoever you are, this isn't funny now, and it wasn't funny before! Why the hell are you calling me?"
"…My, my…such a temper…" the caller chuckled. "…You haven't changed a bit…"
Amy tightened her grip around the thin, black, phone and calmed down. "You…you mean that…you know me?"
"…Of course I know you, Amy…I know you quite well…better than you know yourself..."
"What? What are you talking about? Just who are you? Sonic? If this is one of your jokes, you can just stop right now, because I'm not laughing!"
"…Believe me, Amy Rose…if this was a joke…you would find my sense of humor very disturbing…"
"Then…this isn't Sonic?" she clutched the phone with both hands now, sitting down on the sofa. If she were smart, she would hang up and call the police, like she saw in many scary movies. That is, if she were smart. But she was compelled to keep listening. Obviously, whoever it was knew her, and chances were, she probably knew them as well.
"…I'm afraid not, my dear…"
"Then tell me…who are you…?"
"…In due time, you'll know…"
"That's it! I'm tired of this game, you sicko!" she screamed, ready to slam the phone down back on the hook.
"…Hang up this phone…and you'll regret it…" the voice said. Amy's hand stopped just inches from the disconnect. "…I promise you…you'll regret it…"
She put it back to her ear, frightened out of her mind. "Why are you threatening me? Whoever you are, just leave me alone!"
"…I said nothing that would identify me being the threat, Amy Rose…"
"What?"
"…The way I see it…I'm the least of your worries right now…"
"What are you saying?"
"…All will be understood when you're ready…"
"When I'm ready? Dammit! Tell me who you are? Everything you're saying isn't making sense. Why are you telling me this?"
"…Because you need to understand…"
"Understand what? Who are you? Tell me?"
"…The train station…"
"Wha?"
"…Fate has conspired against you, Amy Rose…"
"Fate?"
"…Be ready, Amy Rose…be ready…"
With that said, the caller's voice disappeared behind a wall of static just like before. Amy lingered there for a while before finally placing the phone back down on its hook. "Who was that? What did he mean by fate?" she thought to herself. "Well…I'm not letting this maniac get any closer than he already has!"
She shot to her feet, clenching her fists. "I'm going to get him before he gets me!" She went back into her room and rummaged through her closet for some clothes. She found and put on a red, sleeveless shirt and covered it with a brown overcoat. She slipped into her blue, jean, mini-skirt and her equally blue, designer, knee high boots. Before she left, she made sure to grab her infamous Piko-Piko Hammer from beside her bed. "I'm going to teach this psycho a lesson! Never mess with me!"
Amy grabbed her keys and cell phone, and when she reached the door, she stopped, as if remembering something. Her previous determined-to-bash-someone-in demeanor faded, and her shoulders slumped. "But first…I might need help…"
