A Lovely Death 2

by ~Animegirl300

The back and red hedgehog hadn't even noticed he had been staring until he found his head turned in the direction the pink girl had taken. He frowned to himself. Something about her was familiar… but he couldn't put his finger on it. He shrugged it off, putting the female hedgehog to the back of him mind. He was here for a reason.
He turned back towards the field, and his eyes focused on one of the men. He had orange fur, and his eyes were bloodshot and had huge bags under them. He would cough every once in a while. One time it was red. The man was dying of sickness.
The hedgehog watched for a while and waited. The man would die in a few minutes.
The hedgehog strolled over to the man, and the closer he got the more pain the man seemed to feel.
A thought passed through the dark hedgehog's mind: 'If he had just listened to his wife and had stayed home when sick he wouldn't have to die now. He wouldn't be leaving his wife and children alone…'
With a wave of sudden anger, he summoned weapon of Judgment, and in a flash the man had lost his life: His soul was gone into the world of darkness.
The hedgehog watched as those around the dead man realized he was down, he watched the others shout and run over to the corpse. And he watched as one, the green furred hedgehog, calmed the others down and sent someone off with a message for the man's family.
The black hedgehog sighed and turned towards the forest he had left, strolling along without notice.

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"Ahh, now this is relaxing~" Amy said contently as she sat onto of a large rock on the bank of a lightly shaded stream. She leaned back on her hands as she watched the sun beams break through the canopy and heard the wind rustle through the leaves.
When she had gotten home there had been nothing else to do, so she had changed into a soft pink gown that was much better for hot days like today.
She was really enjoying herself.
Her paradise was nature, the flowers, the breeze, the birds, the crystal clear waters. And this place was her haven. She bent over the rock she was sitting on, to pick up a great blue flower. Its smell was wonderful to her.

She gazed into the depths of the stream. And a hazy memory came to her of this same spot.
She had been a child back then, running around, having adventures, causing a ruckus everywhere she went. But she would never be considered bad: even then she was sweet tempered and good willed.
She and her little friend Cream had been playing in the flowers, when Cream had shouted out something about her Dolly; and sure enough it had fallen into the stream, and was floating away.
The 5 year old Amy couldn't have known about exactly how deep the water was, or that there was such a thing as swimming. She had ran along the banks to one of the massive rocks, just as the dolly had come up close enough to her.
She had tried to catch the doll, but she had slipped off of the rock and into the water herself.
She remembered what it was like to almost die: she couldn't tell which way was the surface, she couldn't even see anything but bubbles and water, and the suffocating feeling as she choked on the water, unable to breath would be burned in her mind forever. She knew she would die also when the waters caused her to crash into one of the great rocks.
And even when she knew she was about to die, all she could think of was not being able to catch that little doll.
Then she felt a pair of strong arms grab hold of her, she could feel fur on her cheek and whatever it was held her to itself, what she thought was black cloth swirled around her in the water: at least she knew it was a person. And for a moment she realized that she and whatever it was that was holding her were just standing there, under the water's surface. She saw fish swim past her, and now that she wasn't moving around anymore being underwater really didn't seem that scary. Then she felt that she was moving, or rather, what was carrying her was. Then they were out of the water: she could feel air filling her lungs.
She shivered slightly, still cold from her little adventure, from where her cheek was she could see a white patch of fur on top of black fur. And almost painfully slowly she looked up, she felt her eyes droop and she tried to fight sleep, and as she looked up she saw its face: he was a hedgehog, black and red furred with scarlet eyes. She tried to form words with her numb lips, but then she felt herself fading… and the world went black…

When she had woken up she was back home under the covers of her bed, her whole family around her. Cream had told them of how she had fallen into the stream, and how she had fallen in and almost died.
And she had told her family of how a strange black hedgehog had saved her from her fate, but nobody had ever seen such a person, so after a while she decided to keep the memory to herself.
She had been stuck in her thoughts… but now… A feeling had started to penetrate into her consciousness. It was the feeling of being watched…

She turned around and was in for a shock... it was as if her thoughts had become reality… It was Him… he was standing right behind her. Apparently he had been watching her… She wondered why…
They started back at one another, unsure of what to do. There was silence… And Amy decided she would have to break it.
"Umm… Hello?"
He had started as she spoke up, as though he hadn't even noticed her staring at him. He quirked a brow and looked around as if to see who she was talking to.
"Um…No, I mean you."
He gave her a frown that said something along the lines of 'Why is she talking to herself'
Then an expression of dawning came on his face.
"You…you can see me?"
His voice was deep and baritone with a harshness that meant either he didn't talk very much to people, or the ones he talked to he didn't like very much.
Amy tilted her head at the question, 'why WOULDN'T she be able to see him?'
"Umm… yea… I can see you."
Suddenly he gave her an angry look as thought she had offended him immensely. It was a glare so very unlike anything she had ever received from someone.
"Then what manner of demon are you!"
He snarled at her and crouched down as though expecting an attack.
"…. What? Did you just call me a demon?"
Amy looked herself over: everything looked okay… and she was pretty sure she hadn't sprouted horns or anything.
She gave the hedgehog a confused look.
"Don't act all innocent! Mortals can't see me! So that means you can't be a mortal!"
He barred his teethe, and didn't relax his stance.
Now Amy was confused… did he just say mortals can't se him?
"Err… okay… Um… I'm really not sure what you're talking about, but um… Hi? I'm Amy"
She gave him one of her sunshiny smiles, and put out her hand in the gesture of wanting a handshake. But she guessed he didn't know what he meant because when she put out her hand he jumped back and to the left as though she had thrown something at him.
She blinked at him and he blinked back: apparently confused at the fact nothing happened.
"Umm… okay… we'll just skip the handshake."
They looked at each other for a minute, and then very hesitantly he began to walk towards her, giving her a look of concentration.
He stopped a foot away from her and gave her a glare that was more like he was trying to see through her. She looked around, nothing there, and then met his gaze again.
His red eyes sent shivers down her spine. And she he shifted on her rock he noticed the movement and his eyes stopped focusing so hard.
"You don't have a magical aura... so you aren't a demon…"
Amy crossed her arms and gave him a sort of angry pout.
"Well I could have told you THAT!"
Then she smiled brightly,
"I'll have you know, I'm a perfect little angel."
Then her expression changed to a pondering one.
"At least that's what my Dad says. Anyway,"
She went back to smiling again,
"What's your name?"
He blinked at her expectant smile. And then gave her a sneer.
"I am Shadow"
"Well then Shadow, It's nice to meet you. Well… again officially anyway"
She gave him a smile, but he just gave her a blank confused look.
'What the hell is she talking about?'
He gave her a deep frown, Suspicious.
"What do you mean by that?"
His voice had a little steel in it now.
Amy blinked at him and tilted her head again.
"What do I mean by what?"
He growled and gave her a look filled with venom. Now she was acting innocent again… 'I bet she's hiding something. Maybe this is a trap!'
"What did you mean by "Again Officially"? You're hiding something!"
A dawning look came on her face replaced by a more confused and insecure look.
"So you don't remember? I was so sure it was the right person…"
He growled again impatiently.
"Do NOT ignore my question! What did you mean by your statement! Answer me!"
She quirked a brow and put her hands on her hips angrily. The next thing Shadow knew their faces were inches apart and Amy was poking at his chest angrily.
"Okay Mr. Grumpy, I don't know what the heck your problem is, but I do not deserve to be talked to like that, so quit yelling at me!"
He stared at her blankly, completely taken aback.
Was this little girl actually reprimanding him? Did she just shout at him? DID SHE JUST TOUCH HIM!
"Look, LITTLE girl. You obviously do not know who the hell I am, so I will show-"
He realized now the girl wasn't even paying attention, she was looking at something behind and to the left of him with a look of horror. He turned to what it was and almost sneered.
It was a porker: A Boar. It was big as hell, he contemplated, and it had huge tusks about the size of the blade of his scythe, but nonetheless, it was just a huge stupid old pig. To him at least.

Amy was shaking in fear. It was huge. Being one of the female villagers, she only ever seen a boar when it was dead: ready to be cooked into a feast for the whole village, and even then, none of them had even come to half as big as this thing.

Shadow glanced at the girl, with her pale face and wide eyes. He supposed he would have to get rid of it, after all, if he didn't and this pig managed to cross the path of any unsuspecting people, he would just have more work to do.

Without another word he crouched down, placing himself between the monster pig and the pink female, and gave a low snarl.
The effect was immediate; the boar gave a scream, it was hellish and evil sounding, and it dropped its head and pawed at the ground ready to charge…

With a quick movement of his hand Shadow summoned his favorite weapon, the razor sharp blade glistening in the sunlight: his Scythe, and one second he was in front of Amy, the next he was ten feet away, 8 feet from the ground ready to strike the massive animal.

He brought the blade of his weapon down in a silver arch, but as his did, the great pig shook his head to the side hitting his massive tusk into the black hedgehog, who was thrown 5 feet away, where he landed in a crouch holding his right arm where the tusk had caused a deep gash.
Now he was pissed: injured by a worthless pig!

The boar was ready to strike again, but this time not at the black hedgehog: it lowered its head and broke into a charge: head straight for Amy!

It was over. Tears formed in her eyes as time slowed down and the boar got closer, closer… She didn't have time to move, she didn't have time to scream. All she knew was that she was about to die…
But then,
With a sickening thud and a flash of black and red, the Wild Boar was thrown off its feet flying in a massive ball of fur and meat and bone, and it landed 12 feet away, dead.
She hadn't known how it happened, but then she realized Shadow was right in front of her his Scythe was gone and his arm dropped down to grip his arm again:
He had killed a full grown, charging, massive wild boar, with one single punch to the side.
Damn.

Shadow sneered in triumph. The boar was dead. It may have injured him, but it was only a minor nuisance. Either way it was dead. But before he could ponder over it anymore, he was struck suddenly by a flash of pink. In slow motion he took a surprised step back, as Amy ran into him, her arms finding their way around him, her face on his chest, shivering with tears in her eyes. His mind had gone blank again in shock. He looked down at her crying face and frowned.
"T-thank you Shadow, Y-you, you saved me! Again!"
He frowned at that word: 'Again?'
His mind came back to him: Closing his eyes, he placing his hands on her shoulders pulled out of her hug.
"Do not mention it."
He had meant it quite literally.