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Amy Rose stared at the colored wall some juvenile kids had spray painted in all different colors. It vaguely resembled a city. It also looked like an octopus. Perhaps they meant to paint a bathroom. Did they had to go or something? The possibilities were endless. For some reason, the abstract picture had confounded her enough for her to have sat in that little alley for hours straight. Well, it wasn't as if she had anything else to do. Most likely, there was possibly nothing at all she could do. It was almost pitiful, but she was content. As content as a starving feline that is.

Amy sighed. Never leaving her eyes off the wall. It was better looking at that than the rancid reality on the other side of her. Wind bit her with icy teeth and she shivered in response. So this was what being a hobo was like...

But hobos at least have a jacket...

Amy was still wearing her "work clothes" that barely helped keep her warm. In fact, it was as if it was keeping the cold glued to her.

Bitter, the pink hedgehog began to spit out a long line of curses underneath her breath.

"Hey, pretty! What's a chick like you doing out here?"

Amy looked up to see a mob of filth. They had quickly surrounded her and was now grinning and whispering amongst each other as they let their eyes feast on her appearance. It was like having six Mr. Fords around her at the same time. Purely grotesque.

The one who spoke, a silver hedgehog stepped forward. He stared down at Amy, waiting for her to respond.

She kept her face expressionless, stood up, and stepped forward. There was only three centimeters in between her and the silver male now and the male's eyes flickered with uncertainty and confusion. Girls didn't rise up and face them, challenging them, the predators. Girls cringed away. Or cried. Sometimes both.

Amy's hand flicked out and in the next second, the silver hedgehog was sprawled out on the floor, holding his hand to his cheek where she had punched him.

"Do I look like a bird to you?" Amy asked with a toxic coated smile. "Huh? Pig?"

The rest of the mob stepped forward to put her in her place.

"Better watch yourself, my dear, you don't want to get hurt do you?" a purple bird threatened.

She frowned. Jumping, she twisted every which way and beat the filthy ring of pigs around her. She moved swiftly and gracefully like a jaguar on the hunt. She hadn't broken a sweat when she finished cleaning the dust. The hogs had barely put up a fight.

"I'm not your dear, darling." Amy hissed.

The silver hedgehog watched with wide eyes as Amy sauntered away. No one moved until the soft pink fur disappeared from view.

"What the heck was that chick?!" someone grumbled.

"Hey, do you think she's a Big Sister or something?" another wondered aloud. "She can certainly fight like one. And she wasn't one bit scared!"

"Yeah, I bet she got you peeing in your pants." yet another one joked.

"Shut up!"

The gang laughed off their pain, but the silver hedgehog remained frozen, still staring into the distance.

"Yo, Silver! You going into shock or something?" someone called out.

Silver shook his head. "I was just thinking we have to report this."

The gang stared at him in shock.

"Hey, I know that she was fierce and all, but I don't think the Boss wants to know about a trivial matter like this."

"Dudes. This street newbie just beat all of us up without breaking a sweat. And it was a girl! How many girls do you know that can fight like that?" Silver said.

No one spoke up.

"Exactly." he said, satisfied. "I'll go tell this to the Boss myself. Meanwhile, I want you guys to keep tabs on her."

"Whatever you say, Silver." they said, some of them shrugging off their silent protests .

"Thanks ...and men? Good luck. I have a feeling you'll need it."

'The idiotic hogs have been following me for a while now. They keep going around acting like they're a part of some crowd and hiding behind poles and stuff.' Amy stopped in the middle of the streets with her fists clenched and her jaw set. 'Are they IDIOTS?! There isn't a crowd to blend into!"

And it was true. They were in a deserted street with dim lights casting small circles every couple of yards. A perfect setting to get away with murder and Amy Rose had a murderous mind at the moment. Luck might have finally found her.

"Hey you, hogs! Reveal yourselves!" Amy barked, sharp and commanding.

"Woah, just like a Big Sister isn't she." The males murmured to themselves.

"What the hell are you blabbering on about, stalkers? You know, you could have at least done a good job hiding!" Amy ranted. "Honestly! What's wrong with this place?!"

The gang watched incredulous and enraptured. She was like the mother they never really wanted, but needed- cold, to the point, and most of all, unloving. She nagged constantly. Her face was twisted into a perpetual frown. With her hands on her hips and her eyes glaring challengingly, it really was as if she was a scolding mother.

"Hey! Are you hogs even listening?!" Amy screamed.

She was returned with dazed looks.

Furious, she hit the nearest one on the head.

"Yow!" he yelped. "That hurt!"

His protests were silenced with a scalding look from the pink female. The boys all flinched as her gaze rested on each and every one present, but her expression did not change until she got to the last person. It was then that she realized that one member was missing.

Instantly, her stance stiffened and went into an offensive position, ready for an attack.

"Where is he?"

"Who?" the gang feigned ignorance.

"Your silver friend."

Short. I know. I'm sorry. But I'm trying! XD

Enjoy~