Chapter 3: Lost
The Train crawled to a stop. Amy, Tails and a few other of its passengers, probably tourists and archaeologists, stepped off the train. Tails stood ahead of Amy on the platform still wiping the tears from his muzzle. The fox's eyes were red and puffy, his kind face now masked by rage. Hell's flames could never hope to compete with his hateful fire.
"Good luck, and be careful." The old lady admonished to Amy as she started to walk off. Amy turned to her and bowed. Amy watched Tails leave the platform. Amy, even though very confused by Tails' behavior, could feel his burning ire in her heart. Amy feared Tails might revert to a more feral being if his anger persisted. Once the footsteps of the passengers faded, she followed Tails. Amy heeded the old lady's advice. She followed Tails at a distance, out of his ear shot. Which was pretty far, considering he was a fox and had the hearing of one. Amy stalked him to his hangar. Tails stomped up the stone steps leading to the door, turning the knob and pushed on the door with all his weight.
"Jammed!?!" Frustration flooded the kitsune without warning. "OPEN UP!!" Tails stood back and swung his tails at the door. The blow connected, which resulted in the door getting knocked off it's hinges. The door flew into the house, Amy gasped, and Tails' ears twitched at the sound. Amy hid as closely as she could to the stairs. In hopes that Tails would not look down. Tails walked angrily to the stairs and surveyed the area. He fixed his eyes at the sky, "Get lost you stupid animals!!" Tails roared at the sky with all his fury. The sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard in the nearby forest.
Amy clutched her heart. Tails was so emotionally unstable. Could he recover was the main question present in Amy's mind. 'Tails...Whats wrong with you?' Amy was on the verge of tears from fear. She heard Tails walk away and storm into his hangar. A door slammed. Amy saw this as her chance to make a move. She moved cautiously up the stairs and into the house section of the building. Behind the metal door to the hangar she could hear shouting, lots of shouting and tools being tossed around. Amy could make out one phrase in particular.
"WHY AM I SO CURSED!!!!" Which was followed up by the sound of a large hammer bashing body of his plane.
Amy soon after saw the door get slammed up against by his metal sledge. The impact was so strong a bulge on her side of the door became immediately visible. The door knob turned. Amy leaped into the hallway before Tails could see her. The door flung opened. Tails' eyes, once a calm ocean blue, had be come a raging tsunami capable of cutting through even the thickest of materials. Amy slowly backed into Tails' room. The hedgehog sat on the floor consumed by fear. 'Please don't kill me...' This phrase repeated in her mind as the tears flowed. In the kitchen Amy heard the refrigerator door open, the shattering of glass on the tile floor filled the hangar. The door slammed shut, more glass breaking. Amy jumped, scared to her wits end. In Amy's heart was a heat, to her it was a sensation that pulled her soul from her body like a ball of yarn unraveling itself. The hangar door slammed shut again. Amy sighed in relief and she wiped her tears away. Amy instinctively searched Tails room for anything that could shine light on the situation. Flinching at any loud crash or bang arising from the hangar. With each shout from Tails. Amy grasped her throat, the heat now choking her.
"Tails, you don't deserve this. Why is this happening?" Amy whimpered.
Amy looked and looked, but found nothing. Amy took a seat on his bed, crying into the palms of her hands.
"T-Tails..."
Amy rose her right fist up high and slammed in on Tails' nightstand in frustration. Amy opened her eyes, something had landed in the drawer. Amy pulled it open slowly. The drawer stopped, hung up on the shelf. Amy squeezed her hand inside, feeling around. She felt something leather on her finger tips, she tried to pull it out, but it was wedged between the drawer and shelf. Amy ran her fingers along the shelf to the edge and pushed it back up then removed the drawer. Once again she slammed her fist down. The shelf fully dropped and Amy took his journal. Footsteps moved towards her. Amy's face flushed, she panicked and dove in the closet. Amy took a deep breath and held it, her heart raced. Tails wouldn't hurt her...would he? The bathroom door closed. Amy let out her held breath and moved quietly out of the closet. She fixed Tails' nightstand and ran for the front door the journal pressed tightly to her breast. As Amy passed the bathroom she could hear crying and the sound of glass shattering. Amy stopped, thinking that she could help him.
'No! Amy, No! Keep running!!' Her mind shouted at her.
Amy did as her mind told her and ran, nearly tripping on the broken door that lay now in the living room. Tears flowed freely down her face. Amy didn't bother to wipe them away, knowing that was a pointless endeavor. Half way from the hangar she heard a loud shriek of pain come from Tails. She stopped again, frozen from what had caused him to scream like that.
'KEEP MOVING!!' Her mind shouted again.
Amy's legs carried her back to the the train boarding platform. She stopped and fell to her knees, feeling safe where she was. She told herself to forget what the scream was about. Amy moved the book from her breasts and used her other hand to feel her heart beat. Her heart was not racing from fear; on the contrary, it was racing from excitement. Amy grinned, she had never successfully stolen something before. Even though she liked the feeling, Amy's conscious was punching her in the gut for stealing from her friend. The hedgehog's mind begged to differ though. Even if the action was wrong in many ways. The ending from said action could result in a happy ending.
"Tails...I'm sorry...I had to do." Amy silently said.
The sun was falling, roughly an hour of daylight remained. Amy sat around the corner on a bench hidden from anyone's line of sight. With Tails' journal at her side, Amy waited for the train to return. The uneasy silence, she wanted something to do. Amy kept glancing down at the book, it was begging for her to read it. Each time it did she would focus on something else. She wanted to have an honest answer if Tails caught her with his journal while she was at the platform. She had even rehearsed it.
"Tails...If it makes you feel any better...I didn't look in it." And what Amy would hope for is that she and Tails could still be friends or at least that he would not strike her. Amy wasn't going to look in the book until she was leaving back to Station Square.
Amy sighed. The adrenaline from her excitement was not settling in her stomach. Made her feel sick, not nauseated sick, but guilty sick. Amy brought her legs to her chest.
"Shit...Tails, I'm so sorry I couldn't have helped you. Please, still be okay...for me." Amy was quiet for a moment of time. "Oh! I feel so sick!" Amy sobbed into her knees. Footsteps approached her from around the corner. Amy chose not to look, she heard a person sit down on the bench on that side.
"Oh my god this hurts so much!" Tails whimpered. Amy's head shot up, hitting the brick wall behind her. A white flash came to her eyes. Amy bit her tongue and grasped her her head.
"nngh!" Amy unintentionally cried. Tails didn't seem to notice, thankfully.
Tails and Amy were not but a diagonal foot apart. Amy's heart raced wildly, Tails was okay. After she cradled most of the pain away, she sat and waited for him to say something else...Nothing came.
The train arrived at the platform, screeching to a halt. Amy observed which car Tails boarded into, then boarded the car behind. The pink hedgehog set the book daown in the seat next to the one she had chosen and gently rubbed her developing bruise after taking her window seat. Amy moaned quietly from the sharp pain pulsing through her skull. She brought her hand away from it and sat with her face directed to her lap. The hedgehog glanced over at the leather journal. There is was again, calling to her silently, to read its pages. Amy brought her sights to the door that lead into Tails' car. Standing, she left the journal where it was, and went over to the door. Amy open the door with a fragile push, like a mother rocking a babies cradle. She walked into the section that seperated the cabs and peeked through the window. There, in his seat, was Tails. Bandage that was presumably white, had now become stained with the fox's blood. Amy cringed seeing Tails work his fingers under the wrap and remove a piece of glass; no doubt the mirror. The hedgehog rubbed on her hand, the one that Tails had bandaged on his hand. More than anything, Amy want to go to his side and make sure he was okay.
"Tails, I'm sorry..." Amy whined.
Once more, in the back of her head, was that whisper. The journal was calling to her in a ghastly, tempting way. Like a spell yet, with out words. Amy did tell herself that she would read it on the way back, but it was like a leash was keeping her out of reach, and the journal was tormenting her, as if it was some kind of sick game. Amy held herself to the door and continued to gazed at the kitune that sit in pain. Instinctively, the hedgehog's hand tugged on the door handle, but her arm kept it from opening the door. Her heart cried to let her in; however, Amy's mind wanted her to use logic and figure out what was wrong with Tails. Now Amy felt nauseated. Standing at a crossroad, concern and desire to either side of her, unable to decide. Confused, she fell to her knees, crying.
"What do I do?" She asked herself.
Amy wept and wept, for so long that she had not realized that the trian was slowing to a stop in the station.
"Now ariving at Station Square." A voice over the intercom buzzed.
The train stopped and Tails promptly walked from the train, leaving for the hosptital. His step was rather woozy due to all the lost blood. If it were to be compared to something, it would be like a boat at sea without its bearings. Amy collected herself and went back into the other cab, taking up the journal, then leaving with tears crusted on her face.