Rouge's P.O.V, 1:03 a.m.
Rouge looked around the now bare room. Crumbs and the traditional red party cups littered the floor. She took a seat into one of the empty chairs and sighed.
It was all her fault. Yes, this entire mess. She was the one who told the Charleston guys about the party, saying hook ups were to be around every corner. She was the one who was jealous of the new Amy and her comeback. Her confidence to return after the love of her life neglected her. Harshly. And lastly, she was the one who made her old friend cry.
She was an evil, heartless, selfish bitch.
Cream was right.
She banged her head on the table. Why did she do those things? They all resulted terribly. Now her friend was missing, and for all she knew Amy was dead.
She stood up and strode over to the empty dance floor. Her heel's clicks echoed against the shiny marble floor. Her eyes traveled around the high hotel ceilings.
Where were Sonic and the rest? It had been awhile since she saw them leave. The party was over and they weren't back yet, which worried her deeply.
What if something happened to them? Nah, she decided, T and B . . . they aren't like that. They don't like much trouble. They chose to fly under the radar for the most part.
She skimmed up at the majestic Christmas tree. The oversize lights flickered and reflected off the ginormous ornaments. They seemed so joyful, so bright, so unlike herself.
Her fingers wrapped around one of the large red orbs. This one had gold sparkles that swirled around the piece. She twirled it around and around and when she let go, the ball slid from the trees giant branches and collided to the ground faster than Sonic could have.
The ornament smashed into a hundred sparkly pieces. Rouge gasped and turned around quickly, refusing to look at what she destroyed.
Why did everything she touch ruin?
She made her way towards the grand doors. She was leaving. Maybe if she helped the gang find Amy, she wouldn't be thought of as such a wicked person and karma would lay off her awhile.
After all, nobody's perfect.
Cream's P.O.V., 1:22 a.m.
Cream stifled a yawn. She couldn't be weary yet, they needed to find Amy. She leaned back in the shabby and bumpy café booth. Tails was buying them all coffees, and Cream was appreciative. She hadn't recognized it before, but she was very exhausted. She peeked over at Sonic, who was anxiously playing with a tear in the seat. Her eyes wandered over to Knuckles who kept running his hands through his dreadlocks.
She couldn't help it. A loud yawn escaped her mouth.
"Excuse me," she blushed. Cream was furious with herself. She didn't want to be the tiny sleepy kid. Shockingly though, Sonic yawned too, and then Knuckles. Neither were ashamed.
Tails carried over a little cardboard tray the held four steaming coffees. They all eagerly reached for one. Knuckles instantly gulped his, the extreme heat didn't bother him. Sonic didn't drink his. He just fooled around with the cap, opening the little mouth hole and shutting it over and over again. Cream blew on the hot beverage a few times before actually taking a taste. They all sat in silence, swallowing their drinks.
Cream observed Tails, who had trouble drinking his coffee because of the bulky purple injury that had developed upon his cheek. Tails bruise wasn't as bad as Sonic's though; whose was double the size of Tails. She silently thanked god that Sonic assigned her with Knuckles and was damage free.
She recline back further into the crook of the booth and shuddered slightly. What was next? Sonic presented them Amy's dress, and they showed him in return the bracelet. But what did that mean? Where were the guys? They probably vanished from those trashcans a long time ago. Cream had a feeling they were wise enough to know not to stay in the same area for too long.
Cream opened the lid of the cup and gulped the last bit off caffiene. She was awake now, but unsure of what was going to happen next. What if they didn't find Amy?
She shook her head. That wasn't going to happen. There four of them and two of those jerks. Amy, Cream pleaded, please hold on. We're coming, I swear. Just hold on.
"Uh, Sonic? You okay?" Knuckles asked gently, quite out of character. Sonic hadn't even touched his coffee the entire time. Cream was so lost in thought she hadn't realized the blue hedgehog right next to her was still the entire time.
Sonic nodded, however, he then shook his head. He observed at the floor, and Knuckles grew quiet. If Sonic had lost faith, why should they keep wishing? Her eyes brimmed with tears. Why? Why did this have to happen?
"Aw, Cream, don't cry," Cream peered up at Tails who looked miserable. She couldn't take it, she couldn't hold it in.
"I'm so sorry. I'm acting like a child," She whispered, wiping his eyes.
"Cream, listen to me," Sonic's eyes bore right into Cream's warm brown orbs. "You've grown up so much tonight, for someone as young as you . . . well I can't imagine what it's like going through this at your age."
She nodded and stared at the torn brown wallpaper above Tails and Knuckles head. She appreciated Sonic's kind words, she really did, but she still couldn't help but feel so small . . . so helpless.
Cream grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped her eyes dry. She looked around at the three boys around her, and felt a little exasperated at all this sitting.
"Well?" She asked standing up. Three pairs of eyes gawked at her, but she didn't care. "We're not going to find Amy by sitting here."
She left the booth, and the rest of them followed. Knuckles threw some money on the table and Cream pressed against the doors, letting a burst of cold envelope her.
The outside air wasn't as cold as her insides.
Tyler's P.O.V, 2:11 a.m.
Tyler waited irritably gripping Amy's wrist tightly. She didn't notice, she was half awake, half asleep. He tapped his foot, inspecting Brick slide the key card the wrong way for the fifth time.
Once Brick finally got it right, he pushed open the door. A small, dingy room with two tiny double beds was crammed into overcrowded room. Tyler dragged Amy to a bed and shoved her on it.
He turned around to face Brick, but he was nowhere to be seen. Tyler saw a light flicker on in the bathroom, and then moments later, the whoosh of a shower running was heard
Perfect.
He sauntered over to Amy who was sprawled on the bed. Her eyes were half closed, but he could tell she was still awake.
Tyler ran his fingers through her beautiful pink quills. Amy's hair was down to her shoulders and stunning. She was stunning. Her long, inky black eyelashes fluttered for a bit and then her gorgeous emerald eyes opened.
She ogled at him in awe, and sat up. "Where am I?"
Her voice was still a bit garbled, but he could tell the alcohol was starting to wear off. He panicked. They hadn't brought anymore with them.
"Shhh," he whispered, and pushed her down again. He had limited time and he was sure as hell wasn't going to waste it.
Ooh, what's Tyler going to do? You'll have to see . . . expect another update around Friday?
I kind of wrote a bit different in this chapter, it was a lot less dialogue than usual and a lot more description.
Anyways, I hope everyone had a great day! (:
