Chapter 10
The interigation room was dark, except for a single light used by Shadow to write pretty much everything Sonic was saying for evidence against him if he went to court.
But to Sonic, the way they have been acting toward him, he would be lucky if he gets a trial.
Every cop Sonic saw or met gave the look of hate toward him.
'What did I do that makes everyone hate me so much? Even though I helped them so many times that even everything I did just doesn't add up.'
He asked Shodow this and Shadow look turned ever darker.
"It's bull that you dont even know your own crime! I don't believe it!" He exploded at Sonic.
"What crime!"
But Shadow didn't answer.
Instead, wrote what just happened in the notebook and continued asking questions about a crime he was accused of, but never really comitted.
"Eggman. Everyone is living their outside lives normaly. Why do I need to keep watch for someone with the name Rouge and how am I suppossed to know who they are I've spotted them?"
"You won't have to," Eggman's voice sounded on the earpiece of the comunications devic. "She will find you." A click told Melissa that Eggman was finished.
"Thanks for the help." She commented to no one.
She stood on the on the roof of the ice cream shop on Second St. and Bellview.
That was the name of the shop.
Bellview Ice Cream.
Melissa loves their treats expecially their Neopolotan, she even adds strawberrys and chocolates syrips with sprinkles.
They don't judge her just like the preformers in the town square with music, vocals, and souveners to earn money.
Many call them freaks as well as her.
She connect to them just as much as they connect to her.
Melissa sat at a table with her neopolotan with strawberry and chocolate syrup with sprinkles and she ate her treat slowly so she wouldn't get a brain freeze from the chill.
She thought about things here and right now, she thought about Sonic.
Why?
The whole of her body tremled with extreme intencity she figured that her heart would end up switshing positions with her brain.
In fact, it has already done so.
She couldn't even think straight without something about Sonic coming into her thoughts like a silver bullet.
THe ice cream wasn't even as good as usual.
When she was halfway finished, she sat there in a trance-like state.
By the time she came back to the stable world, the ice cream had melted, the strawberry syrup mixed with the chocolate to make a swirl effect, twisting eachother and hugging closely, never seeming to wanna let go of the other.
Melissa sighed at herself, sat up, and walked out the glass, wood perimitered door which hit the bell over the door making a ding sound, then another when the door closed.
The streets were full of pedestrians and cars.
Heading either foward or backward just like life.
The moment had no meaning to them.
All that mattered was where they would go.
What about a new house?
A new car?
Family?
Kids?
How many if so?
Their questions swirled around them like a swarm of angry bees.
They were lost puppies.
Bark.
Bark.
Bark.
Melissa was not a puppy.
The very same reason she was an outsider was the reasons why she wasn't a lost puppy.
She was like a lost bird.
She had the freedom of the skies, but she was still lost.
But for different reasons.
No family (unless you count the drunk), no friends (unless you cound the Egg-head), and no future in sight different than the one Eggman chose for her.
She had no time to be a lost puppy.
No time to wonder about life itself and it's meanings.
She reached the supposed meeting spot with the Rouge person.
A dark alley away from where anyone could watch.
That was what Rouge wanted.
Aparrantly, she's worked with Eggman before so she's trustworthy, yet isn't trustworthy.
That was what Eggman said and that was all that he said about the matter before going off on some other topic like where the pool will be when he takes over the world.
Melissa rolled her eyes and shook her head at the memory and looked at the oppisite wall that had graffiti on it in blue paint that said, "Death to Lyma Beans". She didn't get it so she sunk into her mind for entertainment.
Unfortunantly, it wasn't.
"Where the fuck are you!"
Melissa's eyes shot open before she could continue with that thought.
The moments of peace for her desolve into a fight for survival.
But, Melissa noticed a pattern about her past with peace always ends up as fights for survival.
The memory continued uncontrolled.
Melissa's father only ever thought of Melissa was when he was too lazy to get something or too lazy to think about something else.
The only other time was when hormones where flying.
Expeseally when she went into heat.
Luckily, she didn't get pregnant.
If she did, he might kill her to keep the incest proof silent.
If she did get pregnant, it would be the ultimate proof.
If you haven't noticed, Melissa has a very dark life.
So far, only Sonic was her light, she wished to see him again, to see again.