Hey! Well here's the second chapter!

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' Here I stand, helpless and left for dead. . .' ~ Dance With the Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Chapter 2 ; Heartless Stones and Recollections

Amy had awoken laying across a cold stone floor in a dark room. She could feel the ridges under her as she let out slow breaths. She tried to sit up but she found it surprisingly hard to do so. She felt around the floor to find something to help support her up.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing near her. She tried to make herself her own support using her arms. She laid her palms flat against the stone floor and tried to push herself up with all her strength. She turned her body slightly to the left and used her arms to help her sit up. As soon as all of her upper body was fully elevated, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head that almost sent her back down against the cold stone again. She instinctively used one of her hands to touch the area of where the pain was. She winced slightly and made a 'sshhh' sound through her teeth as she touched the area of where the pain was multiple times as delicately as she possibly could. She didn't feel any wetness, so she wasn't bleeding. It was too dark to see any actual damage that had happened to her, so she couldn't help but to guess that all she had was just a slight bruise. As she had started remembering what had happened before she had blacked out, she came to realize that she hadn't fallen on the back of her head.

She was pushed.

By someone who was behind her.

But she had looked behind her shoulders multiple times. When she walked in the building. In the elevator. Before and after she opened her apartment door.

How could she miss them?

She looked everywhere.

"Maybe I shouldn't have spoken to that guy." she mumbled as she started to feel tears pooling in her eyes.

All of a sudden, a door was heard being kicked opened. Amy's ears twitched slightly at the immediate sound, which had appeared from the right of her. She turned her head towards where she heard the sound. She had seen a figure of someone, but nothing else. Just a slight shine of moonlight due to the opened door.

"So, did you figure it out?" the figure asked. His voice was low and sounded smug asked, impatient.

Amy immediately recognized the voice. More tears had spilled from her eyes as she said, almost involuntary, in a near silent voice, "It's . . . you."

The figure walked into the room closing the door, and whatever moonlight entered the room, behind him. "I see that you have managed to lift yourself from the floor. Maybe you are stronger than I have estimated."

Amy could no longer see the figure as it blended in with the darkness of the room they were in, but even so, she knew that he was in here. Amy wiped the tears away from her face as she asked, "Where am I?"

"In the mountains," he answered simply, "just outside the city."

Amy felt her heartbeat go up when she heard how he finished that particular sentence. She didn't want to believe it, but she had this weird feeling that he wasn't lying. Because of that, she felt herself starting to shake involuntarily in random intervals. Though she studdered slightly as she tried to speak, but still managed to say, "No, I can't be here . . . There's . . . There's a-"

"That's right," he said sounding very close to her now than he was before, "I have brought you to the place where you have sworn that you would never return to. Not very good at keeping promises, now are you?"

"How did you know that I . . . " she couldn't even finish her sentence, she was so shocked. She had promised that she would never, ever, return but, ironically, here she was right in the place she swore to never return to, sitting in the dark, talking to someone who could very well kill her. And she didn't even know what he looked like.

"Because I know everything that there is to know about you, Amy Rose. I know more about you than you know about yourself. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment," he answered her incomplete question, sounding like he already knew what she was going to ask.

All she wanted to do at that point was to leave wherever this place that she was in. This was just getting too creepy. It was bad enough to be shrouded in darkness with a complete stranger that she didn't even know what he looked like, but to also have him talk about her like that? It made her want to find a way out even quicker.

Before Amy could even get another thought in, she had felt the sudden urge to breathe. There was a strong iron grip around the base of her neck as she was being slammed into a flat surface, preferably a wall. She felt a little dazed as she tried to breathe in more oxygen. The muscles in her throat had started to convulse wildly as the grip holding her neck tightened slightly more. Her two hands instinctively reached towards the said grip and tried to pull it off her neck so she could breathe normally again. She was even more shocked as she realized that stranger was only using one hand to choke her and at how tight the grip was, despite using only one hand. The stranger only laughed slightly at the cowardly and lifesaving action that she was trying to commit. Unfortunately, however, this action had only caused the stranger to tighten his grip slightly more, until she stopped.

Amy's hands slowly started to droop away from her neck as she had started to see little white spots in her vision. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Her lungs burned as it craved more fresh oxygen. And all she could hear at the moment was the stranger's laughing growing louder and louder by the second, almost reaching maniacal levels.

"I don't think you have figured it out yet, have you?"

Amy could barely comprehend what he was saying due to the major lack of oxygen to her brain. She could barely keep conscious. She tried so hard to keep herself from panicking so she wouldn't waste what little oxygen she had left running through her system, but she needed to get oxygen soon or she was going to choke to death.

She hadn't even noticed how loud the laughter was getting, she was so deprived. She started to feel herself being lifted off the ground, almost hovering.

"You never really were a very observant little girl," he murmured, laughing slightly.

She was on the very borderline of tipping into unconsciousness as the stranger kept squeezing more and more as if he were trying to torture her. She already had Death knocking at her door. At this point, she already knew what was going to happen.

She was going to die.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Might as well accept her fate, right?

She swayed her legs slightly as her head slowly started to droop down. The grip was still tightening more and more. Why didn't he just let go? She was as good as dead anyway, with or without the choking.

"Oh well. Too bad you will not be around to learn your lesson." he said in a menacing whisper.

She tried to kick with as much strength that she had left, as a last resort. Sure it was a lame movement, but it was the best she could do. Her eyelids were drooping and were getting more and more heavier as they lowered. Her kicking slowed until it came to a complete stop.

"I see. You're not putting up a fight anymore. Well, I guess that you want to make your death easier to succumb to. At least you know where to quit. You're not so stubborn after all."

Amy couldn't even hear most of what he said to her, she was that deep into unconsciousness. Her eyelids were nearly closed, and once they were closed fully, that was it. Her throat muscles stopped convulsing and actually started to relax, now knowing good and well they weren't getting any more oxygen.

"You're such a nice little girl," he said, gently caressing the right side of her face. "Which is why, I am going to enjoy this next moment even more now."

Amy's eyes were just about to fully close, when a door was heard being slammed opened just behind the two of them. Another figure appeared, though neither of them noticed the loud sound.

Well, until the figure spoke.

"Stop what you're doing right now, Brother," a female voice had said, sounding very passive-aggressive.

The stranger had felt his ears twitch slightly after hearing the all too familiar sound waves of a voice. His eyes opened wide as he instantaneously realized who that voice belonged to. Still, he didn't dare loosen his grip or turn around to face the figure. All he did was make a deep sigh and mumbled slight curses under his breath and said in a calm voice, with slight undertones of anger and annoyed, "Allie, your work is done for the day. You should be in bed right now."

"I'm not going to bed when you have someone else in here," the female figure said, her voice sounding angry. "And don't lie to me and tell me that there isn't anyone here. I may be a halfer, but I'm strong enough to sense auras."

"Well, you must have picked up something false, as there is no one else in here except me," the stranger countered, biting his tongue slightly to try and console his anger.

The female figure took a step inside the blackened room. She made a deep sigh and said, disappointed that her brother would lie to her, or at the very least, try, "Brother, I can smell her."

The stranger shook his head slightly as he bit his tongue harder. There was no hiding her now. So why not make the best of the current situation? He might even scare his sister off so that he could finish what he started.

With a sly smirk across his face, he began, saying, "Guess that there is no way of getting past you, even if you are a halfer. You always did have a keen sense of smell, even before that time in your life. So tell me something." He looked over his shoulder, seeing that she was already one step inside the room, "What does she smell like then?"

"Doesn't matter," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You can't kill her." Her voice had sounded more forceful than is was supposed to.

The stranger laughed slightly at the absurd comment. "Oh really? Tell me the reason why I can't then."

The female figure took another step inside of the room as she said, her voice sounding light-hearted and anxious, "She's the 'one'."

Though the stranger was slightly surprised, he certainly didn't let it show through his emotions, as his sister could read them easily if he did. He cleared his throat and said, "All the more reason to kill her then."

"Didn't you hear me? You. Cannot. Kill. Her. They said she's hands off." the figure said, sounding very angry.

"Do you really think I care about what they think about my actions? If she's the 'one' as you say, that means that she is meant to destroy the world on her 21st birthday. We have to kill her before then." the stranger said, unknowingly tightening his grip against Amy's neck.

"They will take care of that when they do. Right now at this moment, when she's eighteen," the female figure said, emphasizing the eighteen in her sentence, " she's hands off. Now let go of her before you actually do kill her. Do you know what's going to happen when they find out that you killed her? You'll be destroyed within milliseconds."

"Again, all the better reason to kill her. I thought that you were trying to persuading me not to kill her. All you are doing now is giving better reasons to do so." the stranger said in a slightly cocky tone.

"Listen, just because you want out of the deal that you made with the devil, don't drag all the people down who care about you, with you."

" I thought that you were the only person who cared about me," the stranger murmured, showing slight melancholy in his voice.

"Then don't drag me down with you, then." the female figure answered in a sad voice as well.

The stranger contemplated what she said for a couple of seconds. He almost started to agree with her but then realized something. He made a huge sigh and said, "You are not a very fair person, you know. You changed my emotions so I wouldn't want to kill her now."

The female figure laughed slightly. "Do you really think that a few lighthearted remarks would change your mind? Come on, I know you better than that." She paused for a couple seconds before saying, "Can you let go of her now? She's going to have permanent brain damage if you keep doing that."

The stranger looked back at Amy, seeing that her eyes were just about closed. With slight hesitance, and a bit of regret, he slowly began to let go of his iron grip and watched her fall to the ground with a loud 'thump'.

Amy didn't even feel herself fall to the ground. All she felt was a slight intake of new oxygen going into her system. She was quite surprised at the action, thinking that she was in heaven and that she could finally breathe. She took in deeper breaths, enjoying this new experience she had missed oh so much.

The two figures both watched as she took in deeper breaths and trying to slow herself down so that she wouldn't faint.

"You're not always going to be around to protect her, you know. She's a monster." the stranger said, his voice shaking slightly.

"It doesn't matter to me. Just don't try to kill her again. If she was any other girl, I wouldn't have minded much. But she's a special one."

"Do you know how long I waited to end her life?" the stranger mumbled, turning towards the way of the door. "18 whole years. And you wouldn't let me do it because you think that's she's special. What if you're wrong then? Have you even thought about that question?"

"Many times," she answered simply, "But this time it's true. I just know it. Until you somehow find a way to prove me wrong, you can't touch her. I'll make sure of it."

As the stranger walked towards the door, he said, "And would you care to explain how you are going to do that?"

"If I told you, then you would expect it. Besides, you know me. Unpredictable." She laughed a little bit until she saw her brother walked by her with that smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes, and while sounding disappointed, said, " You're not going to listen to me, are you?" she made an exasperated sigh, already knowing the answer to the question she asked.

"You really do know me," the stranger said, as-a-matter-of-factly. "You'd better watch her back. Because, in that one moment where you're not near her, that's when I'll attack. And you will not be able to save her."

And just like that, he had disappeared out of the room, moving way too quickly.

She waited a few seconds until she couldn't feel his aura near her, and then ran towards Amy in a frantic pace, moving almost as quickly as her brother just did. She kneeled down to the floor level, where Amy was and watched as she took in more deep breaths. She then watched as Amy had suddenly collapsed to the floor. She didn't seem worried at all, as she knew that this action was due, not to having any oxygen for a long period of time, and then receive so much of it, that it's way too much for her to handle at one time.

"Way to go, big brother. You made her pass out."she mumbled as she picked up Amy off from the floor, and put her in the bridal-style. "It's going to be okay," she murmured softly into Amy's left ear. "I'll protect you. At least for the next three years, I will. Just go to sleep for now."

And off she went as well, going the opposite direction as her brother went out of the dark room.

Where it had all started.

Amy had woken up two days later in a bed. Her eyes squinted slightly at the sudden bright light that was close to her eyes outside the window where her bed was facing. She immediately sat up and started to look around the room she was in. She looked down at her clothes that she was wearing. All she had on was a white t-shirt and pants. She moved the bedspread from on top of her legs. The pants were gray sweatpants.

"These aren't mine," she mumbled to herself as she stared down at her 'new' clothes suspiciously and confusingly.

She tried to remember what had happened the last time she was awake.

Then she did. She remembered almost everything.

She immediately jumped out of the soft bed she was in and ran towards the door of the room she was in. She opened it and saw that someone was standing in front of her, looking like she already knew that Amy was going to commit that action.

"Well, I didn't expect you to wake up for another couple more hours. Good thing I sensed how frantic you were." the girl standing in front of her had said.

Amy ran back into the room and tried to find another way out. She saw the window, and went straight towards it. She tried to open the window, but it was stuck. She pulled slightly harder and the window shot up quickly. She looked outside of the window and saw that she was high up into a stone-covered building that looked almost like a castle.

"That won't work. We're on the third floor and more than 200 feet up. You'd die from that sort of an impact. Even if you still wanted to jump, I wouldn't let you." the girl from before had said from behind her.

Amy pulled her head back into the window and turned around. She saw that the same girl from before had walked inside and was now in the middle of the room. Amy thought and saw the only way out that she could think of, but that involved running past the girl. Amy had started running as fast as she could, and she had begun to run past her.

But something stopped her.

The girl did.

By grabbing the sleeve of her shirt.

"Listen, you really need to stop running around after you had just woken up. You'll get sick." the girl said, sounding slightly bored.

Amy didn't listen to her, and tried to get the girl's hand off of her sleeve so she could fully escape. She even contemplated ripping the sleeve off of her own shirt, but even if she wanted to, the girl wouldn't allow her to. So she gave up, running out of ideas, and sulked down to the floor.

The girl kneeled down onto the floor as well. She saw that Amy was breathing hard and that she was slightly out of breath. "I'm not trying to hurt you. You need to understand that. I am not going to hurt you."

Amy's ears twitched slightly when she heard the girl speak those words. She looked up at the girl and finally noticed some of her details.

She was a dark brown hedgehog with dark blue eyes. Her quills went down to the middle of her back and had this beautymark on right side of her cheek. It looked like a dark spot and was small and barely noticeable unless you were as close as Amy was to her. She was only shorter than Amy by 1 or 2 inches. She was wearing a modernized but also stylish French maid's dress, only that the skirt was long and went about ½ inch past her knees. She didn't look a day past 15 years old.

Amy seemed slightly taken aback that she hadn't known all these details. But for some reason, she had felt calmer than she did 30 seconds ago. Maybe it was because of the fact that she knew that this girl wasn't going to hurt her.

"Are you okay now?' the girl asked, her voice sounding a little concerned.

Amy nodded her head slightly as she started to come back to reality.

"Good. Let's get you up then," she said, pulling Amy up off the ground as she stood up as well with almost no effort at all.

Amy stared at the girl, slightly dazed at the way she looked. Still, she managed to say, "Your voice . . . it sounds so familiar. Have we met before?"

"Well, not formally, but yes. Yes we have. My name is AbigailDawn but everyone just calls me Allie. Actually, I'd prefer if you'd call me Allie." the girl said, holding her hand out for Amy to shake it, and finally letting go of her shirt sleeve.

Amy shook the hand politely, but then asked, "Allie? But shouldn't it be like Abbie or something?"

"Well . . . here's the thing," Allie said, sounding hesitant. "I don't really like my name. More along the lines, I hate it. People only call me AbigailDawn unless they're really angry or disappointed at me. Which means that only my brother calls me that when he's angry at me, which is very often." She added a soft laugh at the end of that sentence. "I really don't like any of the nicknames that come from Abigail, so I just chose Allie. It's close to my real name, but it sounds more nicer than Abbie or any other combination. But that's just my opinion."

"Okay . . ." Amy said, not really understanding, but just trying to be polite.

"Yeah, it's really hard to understand, but that's just me. I'm just a weird person, according to my brother and my cousin." Allie said, just about reading Amy's mind.

Amy nodded her head again, and then introduced herself, "I'm Amy Rose," she said while holding out her hand as well.

"It's nice to meet you Amy," Allie said taking her hand. Though she already knew who she was without having to have Amy introduce herself, this was all out of pure politeness.

"Would you mind if I asked you a question? Actually, two questions?" Amy said, her voice sounding a little nervous and shaking.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind that," Allie answered.

"Okay first one. Is this Heaven? Or even Hell?" Amy asked, sounding a little bit stupid for asking that.

Allie immediately burst out into a loud laughter. Amy flinched a little as she did. When she was finished, she said, "No, this isn't Heaven. Far from it. As for Hell, well . . . that depends. If you mean Hell on Earth, well, that's your opinion and I'm in no position to judge." she said, putting her hands as if trying not to offend Amy. "But if you mean, regular Hell, then no. As you can see, there is no fire, no screaming, and none of those of those other stereotypes about Hell that you can think of are here either. Just a regular old bedroom, if you ask me." she finished while looking around the bedroom.

"Well that's a relief," Amy said, making a relieved sigh. Amy laughed uneasily as she said, " The second question has absolutely nothing to do with the first one, okay?"

"Hit me with all you've got. I won't go down without a fight." Allie said, while trying to imitate a world championship boxer.

Amy looked at her with concerned eyes, not at all playing around like she was. "Am I really in the mountains?" she asked, not wanting to believe if the answer she gave her was 'yes'.

Allie seemed disappointed at the question that she received. She hoped that it would needed a detailed answer, like that last one. This one just seemed like a 'yes or no' question. Even so, Allie nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, that's where we are." she said, sounding like as if it were obvious.

Amy felt her whole body getting cold. She started to sway slightly as she started to feel dizzy.

"Are you okay?" Allie asked, this time, sounding really concerned as she felt a massive amount of fear in Amy's aura. "What's wrong?"

"I can't be here," Amy said as she started towards the doorway. "There's a man here . . ."

"What are you talking about?" Allie asked, running quickly to block the doorway that it seemed like barely a blur. Amy seemed slightly startled at this action.

"How did you do that? You were just over there," Amy said, pointing towards the middle of the room.

"That's not the point. What were you talking about, a man?" Allie said, dodging the question about her accelerated speed.

Amy took the time to get her words straight before she spoke. She took a deep breath before saying, "There is a man here and he's watching me. I have to leave this place, whatever this place is."

"Wait a minute. How do you know that there is a man watching you?" Allie asked, starting to be curious and slightly suspicious.

"Since I've been here, I've had this strange feeling that someone's watching me. It was the same feeling that I used to have ever since I first saw that man."

"What man are you talking about?" Allie asked, trying to get more information out of Amy.

"I really don't know how to describe him without seeing him. But all I know it that I could tell his voice out of a crowd, and that I get this strange weird feeling when he's around." Amy said, shivering slightly as she did.

Allie hesitated for a couple of moments. Then she got an idea. "You want to go for a walk? I know that you think that you have to leave 'cause the 'man' is here, but I guessed that if I showed you around the place, then you would realize that there's no 'man' around to get you."

Amy was caught a little off guard at the sudden suggestion for Allie. But for some reason, looking into Allie's eyes, it made her seem . . . safe. Protected, somehow. "Alright, that's fine with me." Amy said, feeling more at ease.

Allie flashed a sincere smile at her, and turned around to open the door. "It might take us a couple of hours, since this place is so huge, but don't worry. I know this whole place like the back of my hand! All you have to do is just stay behind me and keep up, okay?"

Amy nodded her head slightly, hesitating to agree with Allie. She knew that all Allie was doing was trying to keep her at ease, but she still couldn't shake the feeling off of her mind. She made a small smile at Allie to make sure that she seemed like she was confident in her answer.

But, behind the small smile, was a terrified face, just waiting to break free from sedation.

Okay. Well, I have to say something.

1. Sorry for the confusing dialouge in the middle of the chapter. (I really need to get a beta-reader ^^;)

2. If this sounds too cliched, give me some feedback as to how I can change it! (Really don't want this turning into a Twilight-esque story)

3. Got any guesses on who the figure is?

Well, that's all I got.

Reviews, please!

See ya!