The End Is Where We Begin

Chapter 2: Those Emerald Eyes

Amy's Arc

I remember...the way he used to make my heart pound with joy, with love and strength. That feeling when he took me in a loving embrace, when he smiled so lovingly. How his prescence could make my heart dance, my soul burst with sparking fireworks. Could it be all those moments were lies? That in truth, his heart was made of stone, that beneath his smile he was really scowling, that in all those hugs he felt the urge to strangle me? That the hero I know was just a mirage?

My breath slowly evened out, my clenched fists releasing into numb hands. The pain was gone, that feeling of being drained, but of what?

I shook my head. I couldn't focus on Sonic right now, not when Cream and Tails are out on their own. Sonic was the least of my problems right now. Tails and Cream are all that matter to me now.

With a trembling hand, I summoned my Piko Piko Hammer, and attached it to the strap I made not too long ago. My sea green eyes examined the area, realizing the demons I had fought earlier had disappeared, leaving no trace that they were here. Sonic had vanished. I groaned. Maybe, if he had stayed a little longer, I could've figured where he ran off to. Typical, always running from his problems, rather than facing them.

My grimace took on the hint of a lost smile as soon as I realized that we were one step closer to saving the universe that someone is so desperately trying to erase. When was the last time I had felt so happy? The joy I thought I felt with Sonic was nonexistent. The feeling he gave me was only one more reason to hate him.

I snatched my phone which I had dropped. Cracks had emerged here and there, but the device remained intact.

"Tails? Cream?" I asked calmly. Please leave a voicemail for-

I ended the call. Something happened. My hand shook uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on my forehead. If they die, I'll end up going on a murder spree, creating a continuous bloodbath, which is anything but what I look forward to.

I leaned down towards my buckled boots. Pressing the small, camouflage button on my heel, I nearly tripped as wheels emerged, along with a small steel brake on the right side. With my new rollerblades, I skating as fast as I possibly could, towards the areas I assigned the two children to. Tails was-supposedly- searching through the scattered ruins of the Castle of Acorn, where Cream would wander the nearly dissolved Death Egg. If neither had answered their phones, then they must be together, fighting off someone-or, something.

Blood dripped from my lip, where my fangs were piercing the flesh so harshly. Wiping the coppery liquid off my muzzle, my ears twitched at the sound of a twisted cry. I shook, feeling the fear burning frustratingly in my heart. "Cream...I'll be there soon." I hoarsely whispered.

When I skidded to a stop, I felt like I was shot through the soul. The little rabbit had tears welling in her eyes, her voice releasing a strangled scream. Tails was laying limply to the side, passed out. My eyes enlarged at the sight of all the large purple bruises. Cream, with a grazed arm, hazel eyes wide with fear, watched as the cobalt hedgehog placed a hand across her face, a glowing scarlet light emitting from his glove. The rabbit's large brown eyes glazed over. Rage burning bright as a wildfire, I pulled out a pistol, and shot Sonic's shoulder. I wasn't ready to kill him yet; not until I was ready. Hard to believe I hurt the one I used to fangirl over. Still, Amy Rose, Sonic's Number One Fangirl, died 3 years ago, replaced by who I am today.

"Stop, Sonic the Hedgehog." I shouted. The cobalt turned to me, his glowing red irises eyeing me. A sick smile spread across his face. "Oh? Not calling me Sonikku anymore? Well, that's just sad." He said. "What were you doing to my friend?" I called out. Sonic dropped the unconscious rabbit. "Just adding some darkness into her heart. Of course, I tried Tails, but he fought back, to the point I deemed him useless." Sonic answered, breaking his gaze with me and staring at the beaten and bruised kitsune. Through gritted teeth, I growled, "Tails was your brother. How could you hurt him?"

It happened faster than I could keep track of. The sting burned one of my turquoise eyes, the pain scarred on me for life. It hurt. Yeah, it really did.

Shutting my left eyelid, I yanked my hammer out of its strap, readying myself for the next attack. Sonic charged at me head on. Swinging my hammer back, I swung, just like a baseball bat. I stayed entirely focused on hitting the corrupted blue blur. Until I saw that spark.

A hint of emerald and jade mixed together flickered, interfering with the crimson irises I saw, making me hesitate on harming the hedgehog, feeling that maybe who I remember could still be in there. Of course, that was a mistake.

The sharp ultramarine quills dug deep into my stomach, my blood spilling and sent soaring into the air. My cries were kept in just barely as the pain coursed rapidly through my veins.

Pain jolted my insides, even after Sonic jumped back, letting me stumble and fall to one knee. My gloved hands soaked with the liquid scarlet, pressuring the wound I had received.

"Sonic." I choked out. I was starting to think I was internally bleeding too. "Sonic. Who are you?" I asked in a strangled voice. The hedgehog was taken aback from my question. It seemed kind of surprising, knowing that usually nothing got through that thick skull of his. I'm starting to think he misunderstood my question.

Sonic stared at me, not attempting any movement. His pair of crimson eyes had a staring contest with my one, unharmed emerald one. "Who are you? Angel? Demon? Or...are you who I used to know?" I explained. Silence. A long silence. I turned away from Sonic, not wanting to look at him. "...Do you remember?" I finally spoke. A silent gasp. My head whipped back towards the him, realizing Sonic had one hand grabbing his head, while he fell to his knees. "N-no...don't-don't come near me." He whispered. My mouth fell open at the sight.

One iris flipped back to the bright, vivid green I remembered. It was only a brief moment, before Sonic retreated, a blue sonic boom exploding.

I stood, watching the trail of sapphire fade. He ran. Is there a reason why he's always running? Does he feel afraid? Angry? Free?...Loved?

No.

Sonic isn't loved, not after what he's done. Love holds romance, binds friends together, turns them into family.

Sonic doesn't know any better than I do what love is.

I don't know anything about love at all.