A/N:Hello, ladies and gentlemen; boys and girls of all ages! Sorry so much for the long wait :)… like… the two month wait… hmm. I have half a good reason, though :P? Some mobsters tied two tones of textbooks to each of my feet, then dropped me off a bridge into a river.
Metaphorically.
So yeah… in other words, my teachers are the antichrist. Honestly, this entire month has been completely ridiculous.
However, I think they should have some mercy…? Hopefully…? Because my legs have started to deteriorate from sitting at my desk twenty-four hours a day… and my hands have grown these horrible muscles and look like watermelons. I can rip a phonebook in half now BD.
OH! AND WHO SAW CSI! WHOO!?!?! HOLY SCREAMING MAN!! … yeah, the CSI where Warwick died D:?! HOLY MAN. I was crying for the first, and last, ten minutes of that episode. Warwick was like my favourite ;m;… along with Grissom, Nick, Catherine… everyone but Sara. Warwick was high up on the list, though :(. 'N he had those great eyes. Yeah, Sara's annoying. It was good she left… and then bad she came back. Grissom can do much better. BUT YEAH! Was that not the number one saddest thing?! LIKE… SOB SANDWICH!
Hmm… I've kept you nice people waiting long enough. I know you've just been on the edge of your seats waiting for this chapter ;). Yep, I bet it was ALL you thought about.
Well, anyways, thank you for your patience :).
--LA
P.S: I take it back :)… my teachers are nice. Sorry, guys :B :D!
No fingers stirred. In fact, not even a heart beat.
Dried blood had left mottled patches of his coat several shades darker, and his lids hung at a halfway point down empty eyes. His body was mangled almost beyond recognition, contorted into an awkward, unnatural position on the dank ground. In his former glory, Knuckles would have been enraged to see himself lie there, dead, so stripped of any and all dignity.
The squalor of the cave floor was repulsive, a festering swamp of assorted bodily fluids heterogeneously blended with soil, and little islands of minced flesh. The damp space smelled intensely rank, though nobody was around to take displeasure in the nauseating smog which may, possibly, have contained some minute amounts of oxygen.
The distant resonance of quick footfalls would likely have made the thick puddles quiver, were it not for their ridiculous consistency. He entered the cave in a flash… perhaps enjoying the rush his speed that being six feet under had inhibited. Admittedly, it was arguable whether or not he could enjoy at all.
If he did, his expression certainly didn't show it. The inch-long line across his muzzle was poker straight and empty of any emotion. He reached down towards his fallen former-ally with a partially-gloved hand.
The gesture almost seemed marginally compassionate… until he extended his index finger and gracelessly prodded the echidna's breathless chest. When his victim showed no response, he lowered his eyeridge indiscriminately. A bizarre spark inside triggered him to look borderline confused. This was new to him. These novel things – which he didn't know to be emotions – were greatly disliked. Simple, primal animal instinct was so much easier to maintain. Hunger, for example.
Luckily, his hunger was satisfied for the moment. 'For the moment' being the key words. But even despite the satisfaction of his stomach, he found himself restless. The hunt and kill had been such a wonderfully exciting experience. He had been in his element, and he had enjoyed it. Yes… enjoy.
An unreadable, dull expression on his face, he realized that he had taken pleasure – such a human emotion – in the entire situation. But now it was over… and he didn't like that.
He looked at the still body at his feet. The corners of his thin mouth slowly crept downwards.
The frown, however, was far from a sign of sadness. It was confusion, which quickly evolved into curiosity.
Those blank eyes, with their empty violet stare, blinked.
That frown, such a novel concept, automatically morphed itself into something even stranger.
Teeth bared, the cat smiled at his awakened former mouse.
Slowly, Knuckles rose to his feet. He was hungry.
Amy's house had been silent and peaceful, as was the norm this early in the morning, up until a moment previously.
The chirping of her doorbell was loudly and persistently interrupting the consistency.
The should-be slumbering hedgehog groggily lifted her bleary head as an annoyed groan slipped from her mouth.
She urged the untimely guest to leave her be, sending vicious mental vibes in the direction of the front door.
"Go away." She growled, groping around for a pillow to wrap around her harassed ears.
No relent.
Forcing exhausted arms to lift her from the blissful plush of her bed, she, in a state of groggy anger, made her way through her cozy home. Despite the powerful presence of forcefully feminine pink laciness everywhere throughout the space, the place felt frigid and foreboding in comparison to the wonderful warmth of her bed. She sleepily dragged her feet over the clingy carpet, semi-consciously trying to defuse her infamous rage so as not to explode, leaving her mal-timed visitor with one or two hammer-induced welts.
Who knew… maybe whoever it was had a good reason for waking her up in the middle of the witching hour.
Her half-asleep shuffle eventually brought her to the door, which she pried open, trying to plaster a welcoming smile on her face. During the course of the second it took for her to pull the slab of wood open, she realized that that attempt was doomed to fail. Her irritated lips were in no mood to smile, and so they just sunk back into a slack scowl.
The massive, watery bowls of chocolate pudding that met her instantly melted the anger, which was, without hesitance, replaced by surprise and concern. Cream's puppy dog eyes were staring up at the hedgehog, looking heartbreakingly terrified.
"Cream?" Amy said in surprise, reaching to hold her friend. "What's the matter?"
The red-eyed, tearstained bunny stood there for a moment, lower lids rising and lips quivering, before collapsing in a sobbing heap into Amy's arms.
She tried to say something, but her uncontrollable bawling wouldn't allow any words to come out any clearer than mud.
Maternal instinct kicking in, Amy led her caringly to the welcoming living room, switching on the lights. It was just then that Amy noticed just the shape her poor friend was in. The delicate orange of her torn dress was flecked with gravel, and her fur was misshapen and windswept. They took a seat on the yielding, velveteen couch, Cream still trying to spit out her words.
The hedgehog wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in tightly. Amy gently brushed a speck of partly engrained soil from Cream's ears, which were pinned to the back of her head.
Amy could only imagine what force of nature or otherwise could have brought the rabbit to this place, and at this hour. After a moment of solid, indeterminable blubbering, Amy decided to get to the bottom of the whole affair.
"Cream," she said, gently prying her from her chest, "what happened?"
She spoke with a determined, but kind, firmness, looking the bunny square in the eye.
The deliberateness of Amy's voice helped Cream to stabilize herself. She heaved a breath, but it seemed to catch in her lungs on the way in, triggering a new bought of tears and an incomprehensible muddle of syllables.
Amy sighed and shook her head, but reminded herself to be patient. Patience was a notion she found hard to compute at the moment, while her eyes still itched with sleep.
It was then that she noticed something very different about Cream's presence.
"Where's Cheese?" She asked, mostly to herself.
Cream was silent for a moment. Apparently, the absent-minded comment had touched something sensitive, hopefully something that might make the bunny finally verbalize her reason for behaving so disturbingly strange.
She shakily raised her head, dark eyes no longer spilling, but suddenly full of such pure dread that it was even harder to look at than the tears had been.
She opened her mouth, though only enough to let the tiniest of words slip out.
"Sonic…" she whispered, lip beginning to quiver anew.
Had any other but Cream been clutched in her arms, Amy may have snapped back. Everybody was aware of here sensitivity to the subject, second perhaps only to that of Tails, who still wasn't the same. It was arguable whether he ever would. At least Amy had healed enough to function and interact like her old self.
So, she, putting generous amounts of restraint to keep calm when the topic was such a testy one, bit down on the inside of her cheek.
She wished Cream would just continue to speak, but the doe seemed to have reached some sort of mental impasse.
Amy's jaw quaked slightly with effort, but she managed to open her mouth enough to speak three heartbroken words.
"What about Sonic?"
Amy felt tears steam in her eyes, and a marble materialize within her throat, but suppressed the urge to throw Cream from her arms and fall into the bittersweet relief which would be the sofa.
"I saw him…" Cream whispered.
Saw him. Automatically, simply because of those words she had chose to use, Amy's mind instantly materialized Sonic's face. It was too much. The soft utterance had crossed a very obvious line. A meter-thick line painted in neon paint, and marked with big yellow signs every few feet, that nobody in their right mind could possibly overlook.
Amy expelled Cream from her grasp, and quickly got to her feet, just as her eyes finally let go the buildup of salty tears. Hugging herself tightly, as Cream relapsed into a new fit of tears, she hurried in a miserable gate until she hit the wall, to which she clung like a child.
It would have been quite pitiful to look at, the two girls at opposite ends of the room bawling their eyes out because of a complete lack of communication. It went on like that for quite a while, Cream crying into a pillow, while Amy's hands clawed at the floral wallpaper, desperate for relief from her own memories.
"Amy," Cream sniffed after several moments of wordless, pointless, feminine sadness, "he took Cheese."
The hedgehog gulped down a breath, unsure what to think. It was late, dark outside… an afraid-of-the-dark Cream could easily have mistaken any figure for an undead Sonic. But then again, the fact remained that someone had appeared out of the night and chao-napped poor cheese.
Allowing herself another moment to dry her eyes, and calm her breathing, Amy turned back to her friend.
"Okay then, Cream," she whispered, bundling the rabbit up in her arms, "let's go get him back."
A/N: Okay x)x)x)… this next part is just me being an idiot. It is in no part… canon to my story or whatevvss. It's a stupidly amazing inside joke between MiLly 'n myself. Oh, ps, MiLly (for anyone who hasn't heard me say this before) is my dear darling best good buddy, also known as Midnight Lullabye. That's just too much of a mouthful for a lazy-ass like myself to type. So MiLly is the nickname I bestowed upon her C:.
HOWEVER, feel free to join the fun :D. For full affect, go now to your limewire, itunes, youtube… somewhere you can have music to accompany you B). NOW, get everyone's FAVOURITE song ready to play… that's right…
THRILLER! :D.
You'll want a version that has the beginning dialogue part… y'know, with MJ and the chick? Yeah. You know what, just go here:
www . youtube. com / watch? v = AtyJbIOZjS8
Okay… ready?
PRESS PLAY!!
Due to my strong personal convictions, I wish to stress that this story in no way endorses a belief in the occult.
Ladyamalphia
Heavy breathing…
Ha huu..
Ha huu.
Ha huu.
Ha huu…
A car drives through the night, thick with the sound of crickets chirping. Oh wait, I think they're actually frogs. What kind of suspense night sound is that?
…
It comes to a stop
…
We see inside the convertible, a young couple… Both female? No. Just Sonic (his face looking slightly plastic-surgeried) and Amy, out for a casual drive.
Sonic gears down with a sigh.
Amy, dressed in a bad Eighties pink top, looks at him in mild suspicion. Why is he stopping?
"Honestly-" Sonic assures her quickly, "we're out of gas."
"So," Amy says softly, still not convinced that this isn't just some ploy to get that awful Eighties sweater off of her, "what're we gonna do now?"
Sonic gives her a look… maybe sheepish? It's hard to tell through the cosmetic surgery.
We see two pairs of bad, Eighties shoes walking along the road. Amy's mid-shin length purple bad Eighties skirt, which would obviously go just swell with her bad Eighties sweater, sways as she walks.
As we look up at their torsos…
Oh, my. It's not a bad Eighties top and bad Eighties skirt, but a very bad Eighties dress. Good lord, who was in charge of dressing this -
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you." Amy says, sounding sincere. She puts a hand on Sonic's arm.
"Could I ask you something?" He says.
"What?" She replies, smiling under that awful Eighties… hair… bonnet… thing…
"You know I like you, don't you?" He asks timidly.
"Yes,"
He pauses and adjusts his arms.
"And, I hope you like me… … the way I like you…"
"Yes," Amy repeats. She's really baring her soul here, eh?
"I was wondering if…"
OH the suspense…
"You would be my girl."
"Oh, Sonic." Amy says, stepping forward to hold him.
Oh, god, what is that hair thing anyways!
They release, and Sonic pulls something shiny out of the pocket of his alright Eighties jacket. It's one of those classic high school ones.
Amy, beaming, raises her hand to admire the ring, while Sonic grins at her.
"It's beautiful." She says fondly.
"Now it's official."
… pause…
"I have something I wanna tell ya."
"Yes, Sonic?" she says, doing one of those bad Eighties head nod-shake things and smiling, maybe expecting another gift or something.
"I'm not like other guys…" His face is straight and serious, but Amy just keeps being a bad Eighties female.
"Of course not!" She says. "That's why I love you."
"No, I mean I'm different…"
"Whaddayou talkin' about?" she asks in a sorta playful way.
SUDDENLY, we see the moon…
Dark clouds quickly blow over it by a wind that wasn't kind enough to send a gust strong enough to blow away any of our heroes' BAD EIGHTIES CLOTHES.
So anyways, the music's all… OOoohoooho! Scaarryy fluutee!!
Sonic twitches… He begins to fall to the ground.
Amy looks at him in concern, though her arms are still glued to her sides.
"Are you… okay?" she asks quietly.
Yeah, obviously he is.
Then, he lets out a scream, and sinks to the ground!
"Are you alright!!?"
"Uuuggghh!"
"GO AWAY!" He's got these big awful yellow eyes! And badly animated werewolf teeth.
Aah!
Amy screams, but doesn't move. Maybe the awful Eightiesness of her bad clothes is weighing her down too much to move.
And he changes into a lame werewolf! AAHH!
WE HERE SOME MORE SCREAMING! AND SOME STRETCHING SOUNDS! BECUAUSE THAT'S THE SOUND YOU MAKE WHEN YOU TURN INTO A WEREWOLF THING. AAHH!
His nails and ears grow long…
AND…
HE GETS WISKERS! AAHH!
AND NOW SONIC LOOKS LIKE SOME SORTA SICKLY PERSIAN HOUSECAT!
Amy's still screaming with her hands up…
Sonic checks out his hot new hands, making this sorta "EAAHRAA" monster sound.
KAY, so finally Amy runs away! We can see her bad Eighties dress stand out against the dark backdrop of the forest.
Sonic roars, and looks around.
Now, there's a big chase scene!
Sonic's knocking down trees! AAHH!
He howls, even though he's obviously a genetically modified Persian!
Amy's fallen to the ground, and Sonic's gonna eat herrr! AHHH!
But then, it's all a movie!... being watched…
By Sonic and Amy!! AHH!
Sonic's chewing his popcorn super loud.
"can we get out of here?" Amy asks, now dressed in a new bad Eighties outfit.
"No, I'm enjoying this!" Sonic says, eyes glued to the big screen.
"Well, I can't watch." Amy says poutily.
"'scuse me…"
Sonic sticks another piece of popcorn in his mouth, then gets up to follow his gal.
That oh-so-catchy tune begins in the background…
"It's only a movie!" Sonic laughs outside the theatre. He's dressed in this orange startrek vest thing.
"It's not funny." Amy says quietly. Whiny bitch.
"You were scared." Sonic says, grinning.
"I wasn't that scared." She replies quietly, looking offended.
She turns away while Sonic chuckles "you were scared…"
HOH, man, check out that BIG Eighties hair!
They're walking down the street in the dark…
Sonic catches up.
"It's close to midnight…" he sings, doing a side-step dance to keep up with her. "somethin' evil's lurking in the dark!"
He claps his hands…
And… yeah, listen to the rest of the song. I'm too lazy to finish. Just think of me when the zombies are doing the dance!
The end.
A/N: Okay… how amazing was that x)? That one was for you, MilLs! It's probably best to not ask. Eck, sorry for taking such a long time to update! I'm fully aware that I am dirt.
Okay, man, I'm typing this… and in the other room, I can hear the most. annoying. thing. in. existence. Have you ever heard that car commercial where it's like… "Save by zerooo!" OH MY GOD. It's like five minutes of different cars pushing around a giant red zero!
"Save by zero… save by zero… save by zero…"
UGH. And then, at the end, it's like, "Save by zero! Save by zero!"
Je-sus.
OH! AND! YES! HYPHENS! YES! YESS! FFNET GAVE THEM TO ME :D!... I definitely think they did it just because of me being so upset before :). I'm SURE I'm the most valued writer on the website. I mean, it's not like any of you know how to wri –
TOTALLY kidding :). I love you all to the moon and back! Okay! No more huge gaps between the chapters from now on C:.
G'night!... review if you please!
--LA