Memory Less Double
Chapter 3: Data Not Found
26.5.2011 Deathy: Thank you ExplosiveDiarrhea for adding this to your fav story list! Thank You PhantoMNiGHT321 for adding this to your story alert list! Thank you The Walls Of Jericho for adding this to your story alert list! Thank you Koollolly for adding this to your story alert list!
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"Hey, guess what?" Shadow mused with a smirk. "The museum is closed today!" He said as he chaos blasted the building.
Metal Sonic fell down in the rubble. "This won't hurt at all." He thought as his head hit the ground hard. He was wrong. It hurt a whole lot. The rubble burring him didn't help much either.
The poor hedgehog got up and shook his head. He was standing in the center of a punch of rubble.
"How did I get here?" he thought as struggled to remember. He staggered out of the ruins and down a dark cold street. "Where am I heading?" He thought. He kept searching his mind for information that couldn't be found. His arm hurt badly. He looked over at it. It was like it was just hanging there in the shell of his skin. He tapped the joint where the shoulder meet the arm. He tapped it. "Ow!" escaped his lips. He continued to wonder down the street. As he continued to search his brain for some memory, something came to him.
"Hey, guess what?" A dark voice said. "The museum is closed today!"
A sharp pain ripped through the hedgehog. Something wet escaped his eye sockets. "What's going on?" He whispered as he continued his trek.
As those words kept repeating themselves over and over again, he began to pick up the pace. "Stop it!" He pleaded the words in his head. "Stop it!" He ordered as he gained more and more speed.
After a very long journey, he stood there. This was where he was heading. He knew it as he stared in awe. The tiny hut was where he was going all along. He stared at the door – frozen. The voice in his head had gone away. He slowly staggered to the door. His hand extended.
The door slowly creaked open as a pair of green eyes stared at him in confusion. Her pjs were red and made of a silk like material. She was grasping something in her hand. She cocked her head in confusion.
"May I help you?" She asked.
His hand still extended toward the door, he tilts his head as well. Something wet begins to trickles down his face again. "Angel." Escapes his throat. The loud thud of his body hitting the wooden porch followed shortly after.
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9.7.2011 Deathy: I know this is a short one. Next chapter is about the angle. This should be where everything begins to take off. Thank you all you have supported this story so far! I'll try to update soon. Demons is taking a lot of time too.