Song: My Heart is Broken by Evanescence (The beginning may sound a bit janky, but I love this song!)
A/N: I think you should listen to the song in the background . . . Oh, who am I kidding? You should always do that! In all the chapters, I mean. Well . . . When I get them up ^^'. Anyways, the rest of the story will be mostly a switch of POVs, just to let you know. Well, here's the second chapter:
Chapter 2 - Forgetting You
"Sonic. Are you ok?"
Sonic could feel a hand rest on his shoulder. He removed his hands from his face and looked over his left shoulder to see a gloved hand there. This glove was white and thin, like his in a way, but had a red and yellow attached to the bottom, covering the wearer's wrists. Standing there - against all odds - was Shadow. He had a sincere look on his face, but his expression was stern.
Sonic sniffed. "I . . . guess," He said, unsure.
"It was a yes-or-no question," Shadow said, playfully, but he kept a sincere and stern look on his face. They both exchanged a smile; Shadow's was smaller and faded quickly, but it made Sonic feel better. Shadow removed his hand as Sonic got to his feet and faced the black and red hedgehog. He looked into Shadow's red orbs and Shadow looked into Sonic's jade eyes.
"I thought you'd kill me by now," Sonic joked.
"Well, Amy said not to . . ." Shadow denied, trailing off.
Sonic looked to his right, into the gray, cloudy sky, "Where do you think she-"
"If I knew, do you think I'd be standing here?" Shadow asked, crossing his arms and arching his back a bit. Sonic quickly turned his head back to Shadow, a look of horror on his face. How could Shadow think of this as a joke? Sonic thought. "Just sayin'" - Shadow waved his hands in defense and tilted his head to his right - "If I knew where she was, she'd be back by now."
Sonic's expression softened. Shadow put his arm around Sonic and led him to Amy's house. "What you need," Sonic back his face away from Shadow and glared at him, looking up and down. Should he trust Shadow? "Is a good wrestle to take your mind off it," Shadow said, calmly, closing his eyes and raising his right hand in gesture. He put his hand down and opened his eyes. "Knuckles!" he shouted, as he and Sonic got on Amy's porch and inside the door, "Get your metal knuckles on!"
Nope.
-X-
Amy's head rested on the arm rest that was attached to the car door. She wiggled and groaned a bit, but nothing more. Amy's father, Steve "Snow" Rose, was driving his black sedan in, what looked like, a prairie. He glanced at Amy, seeing if she was waking up or just being restless. After Steve decided on restless, he turned his attention back to the road. The boring, gray road was illuminated with the headlights that were attached to the front of the car. Every now and then, Steve saw a crack in the road or a small dent, but that was it. It was hard staying awake . . .
Steve shook those thoughts from his head; he had to stay awake. He had to. Otherwise, he could seriously injure Amy or even kill her. And he couldn't risk even a bruise. Otherwise, the guards and security would never let her go. Steve was so caught in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that the metal building was coming into sight. He smiled at the sight. Steve noticed a small groan come from his right. He looked over to see Amy stretching her arms over head.
"Is that it?" Amy asked, her voice stretched and tired.
"Yes," her father answered plainly.
Amy put her arms down to her sides. "Dad? . . ." she asked, making sure she had his attention before she continued.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he asked; she had his attention.
"Am I . . . Coming back?" Amy asked, worried. Steve faced his daughter as he pulled into the dirt driveway.
"I'm certain," He assured, still smiling.
Amy continued the conversation, "I-If I don't . . . Could Megan be the first informed?" Steve looked at his daughter in confusion for a moment.
"Oh, Megan, " he said, realizing who she meant, "Sure thing."
"Thanks."
Steve stopped the black sedan in front of the building. The building was made of a thin, ruffled metal that had rust blotched on it; splinter-covered door was the only entrance. Steve got out and went around the front to Amy's door. He opened the door for Amy, showing a good amount of chivalry. Amy stepped out of the car with a yellow packet under her arm.
Steve strode happily over to the piece-of-junk building. Amy stared at it before shutting her door. When Amy realized that her father had already walked inside, she rushed over, trying not to look like a bad pick. Amy grabbed the golden doorknob and turned it, making a loud screech noise. She pushed the door open; it also screeched like a girl in dying pain. Amy took one last look outside in the dark, foggy night.
"My heart is broken." Amy closed the door behind herself.
-X-
Sonic fell to the ground, grunting in pain. He was covered fresh bruises and scuff marks. A shadow gloomed over him, making him appear a darker shade of blue. Another shadow cast over Sonic, making him look even darker.
"Uhhh . . ." Shadow trailed off, but started again, "I think you were a bit too rough, Knuckles . . ."
"Ya, think?" Sonic asked, sarcastically, in a groan.
Knuckles rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, Sonic," he apologized.
Sonic got to his wobbly feet. "It's fine," Sonic assured. He walked over to Amy's door and placed his hand on the doorknob.
Just as Sonic had opened the door, Knuckles asked, "Where ya goin'?"
Sonic turned his head to face the red echidna. "To find Amy."
-X-
Amy used her thin, tan arms and pushed her body up. After a few seconds of being in the air, she let her elbows loose and lowered body close to the ground. She made sure not to touch it. Again, Amy pushed her body up. "Fifty," she said in a strained voice. Amy lowered her body the ground again, only, this time, she bent her knees, letting her tired body rest on the cold, smoothed, concrete ground.
Steve patted her back, comforting the sore spots, "Nice job, Amy. You really out-did yourself today."
Amy panted hard, but managed to get out, "No. I'm not done... Not yet." Amy went back into her original position and pushed her small body off the ground. As she went down, Amy's arms shook wildly from pain. Steve came and held his arms under Amy, knowing she would collapse. As he had predicted, Amy fell into his arms.
"I'm sorry...Dad..." Amy panted.
Steve flipped Amy over onto his lap and stroked her hair. "It's alright, darling. You were lucky to get through security and the health check. Hardly any girls do," Steve explained to his pink daughter.
Amy smiled at her dad. "Was I lucky, or is it 'cause I have you to help me?" Amy asked, playfully.
Steve smiled back. "Both." They both shared a laugh before heading to the mess hall.
A/N: Hey! I know that I put a disclaimer before this chapter, but I put that there as a warning. And if you don't review, then that disclaimer will end up as the next and last chapter in this book. I hope you liked! Sorry about making Sonic's point-of-view so short. I didn't have a lot of interest in that part, but I felt you needed to know what the outcome was of Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow 'wrestling away the pain.' Anyway, for this chapter, I would like...
10 reviews, again! Not a lot to ask. And you guys have to review, I don't care if you don't have an account or if you don't feel like it! I wrote this author's note on 10/4/12 and, at the moment, I should have ninety-one reviews and I only have seven! SEVEN! If you don't review, I won't know if you like this story, then I can't post anymore. The story would be left to die. I don't mean to be rude or pushy, but you NEED to review.
And if you think you know what Amy's going through, just PM me.
P.S. Does this answer your question, Toxic Amy Girl (Guest)? ;) And who noticed that a little bit of Haunted by Taylor Swift fit with Sonic's first point of view? Listen to the second verse and compare (you'll get it...eventually).
