My Soul's Oath.

Chapter 10: Lost reunion

I had never actually walked the town by myself at night. Usually I had someone with me. I was running to make sure that no one that no one would see me change in the moonlight. One wrong move and I could be in a lot of trouble with either the people or the Grim Reapers, and by that I mean Katherine. Elisa told me she's scary when she gets mad! And after what happened, that's the last thing that I wanted right now.

Now, I needed to focus on finding my lost family. If what the mirror showed was true, maybe I could see them again. Tell Amy I'm sorry and maybe go back to live with them again. I missed them. I really didn't want to spend my afterlife without them. When I was alive they were all I had. They were my world. In a fight, they would always be there for me, in a situation when I was down they were always there, and we were a family. Not by actual relations but to me and them, that's what it always felt like. I was still trying to get used to waking up in the morning and not hearing Knuckles trying to fix that old dent in the wall. The thing is, he didn't realize that he was only making the dent worse. I would've told him, but when I sped down the stairs every morning I just walked by laughing silently, because when you just wake up, you really don't want to get into a fight. I don't get involved in fights I can't win or fights that I don't feel like getting into. I missed Tails always accidentally tripping down the steps because of his long tails. It would've been funny if it only happened once or twice. But in this case, it happened a lot. I felt bad. I wished Tails and I could've spent more time together.

And I missed Amy's failed attempts to make me fall in love with her. I missed her warm arms around me. And I wished I had accepted my love for her before I was murdered. Failure to accept had put a black mark on our broken relationship. I didn't want to be remembered by her as the one who rejected her a million times and was going to stick by it. I wanted to be remembered as something else. I don't know what, but the last thing wanted her to see me as was a bad friend. Even though that's what I was.

Someone was watching me. I could smell them and hear them behind me. Now was the time I wished that I could've used these senses to make sure that no one was watching me or trying to kill me when I was alive. If I hadn't been so distracted, I would've realized that something was wrong. Cause gunpowder always sets off your nose when you're a hedgehog. But I was too busy enjoying the beauty of the night sky and thinking about the beauty of Amy Rose's eyes. Now instead of enjoying it, I had to hide from it. I could never enjoy the moonlight or stars again. I could never see her again either.

At least not as myself.

I stopped by my old house to see if anyone was there. No luck. All the lights were out and if someone was home, there would laughter or someone talking really loud. Neither of these were here so I assumed no one was home. But just to make sure that I was right and no one was sleeping, I decided to do the old trick that would get someone easily at the door. Ding-dong ditch.

So I walked up the steps that lead to my old house, and was careful not to step onto the old broken step. If anyone pressed it, you would either make a lot of noise, or you'd fall into the hole underneath it, and unless you like dropping 50 ft and breaking something, I'd highly suggest keeping away from it. I walked up to the porch and slowly walked to the doorbell and I was at first reluctant to press it. I slapped myself.

'Come on, Sonic.' I told myself. 'You'll be gone in 1 second.'

And with me trying to tell myself to do it, I pressed the doorbell and ran off with the wind. After I was out of the yard, I hid behind a bush. And I waited. If they weren't out in 5 minutes, they're not there.

5 minutes later.

I was right. And they were out. I ran off and was trying to think where they would try to head off to. Even if someone in their lives had died, there's no way they would stay inside the house to mourn like widows probably do for almost a year. They would go out and dine in silence. That was them. That was who I was. And I had no doubt that my death would probably have them out for a long time. They know nothing about my murder. And now, I wonder if I should let them know.

I ran downtown. Again. I looked through the windows of restaurants, tried speeding in and out of them to try to see if they were there. I talked to few people to ask if they had seen them. No luck at all. This was not my week, and I was convinced that it was going to get a lot worse. But where could they be? I was about to give up and go home, but as I was walking past a coffee shop way downtown and I saw something red and pink in the window. I stopped and looked in to get a closer look. My eyes widened in relief and shock. Why of all places would they be here? But I saw them sitting with Tails. And that was it. But there were two empty chairs, so I was wondering if there were more people with them. They looked so sad, and they weren't talking to each other. Tails was just stirring his drink, staring into the emptiness of the cup. Knuckles rested his head on his hand while he stared his plate. And Amy, just looked out into space. I noticed that this was the perfect opportunity. I looked into the glass, and I saw the white face and my face. If they asked my name, what would I tell them?

I thought for a minute, and I thought of my name quickly. And I walked in the door.

When I walked in the bell shook and chimed. I looked around the room, it was completely empty. I looked around the room. The walls were painted brown and the lights lighted up the room slightly. The tables were covered in a black tablecloth and it was decorated in stars. The counter was made out of marble black. And the windows were covered in a lace curtain material. I sat down at one of the tables nearby to their table. I looked over at them, frozen in a complete state of sadness. I kept trying not to cry. I kept telling myself to not cry, not in public. But as I looked over at them, Knuckles returned my gaze with an angry glare. I quickly looked back from our awkward stare.

Whether Knuckles knew it or not, he was staring at his best friend. Who he thought was dead. And to a certain extent he was right. I was dead but I was still here. At that moment, I felt like God, but not in a good way. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. To them, I was just a random hedgehog wearing black clothes. I was seriously hoping that the moon wouldn't give me away. The waiter came over and I ordered a drink. I had to do something to keep my mind off them. I was about to leave because of the pain of being in the same room with the woman I loved, my best friend, and the little boy who was almost like my brother, with them all thinking that I'm dead when I'm not. But something stopped me, and it was too good to be true.

"Hey!"

I turned my head to see who was actually talking. I looked around the room. And I felt like a dork because I couldn't find the person. Though the voice seemed like I knew it.

"Hey! You! The Silver Hedgehog!"

I know that voice.

I looked over at Knuckles, his eyes full of annoyance. I had a feeling that he would say something angry like he always did. But it turns out that I was wrong.

"You waiting for someone?" he asked.

I shook my head. What the hell was I supposed to say? I'm actually looking out for my friends who are grieving over my death. And by the way, I'm really Sonic the Hedgehog. I was your best friend. I was murdered but now I'm back. Can I come home now?

He gestured to the empty seat next to him.

"Sit down," he ordered. After he said it, I was in such shock of seeing him again I did what he said. If I was alive, I would've not even bothered to listen. I would've said something sarcastic and eventually he would've given up. I sat down in the seat next to him. Amy and Tails didn't even bother to look at me. Not that I could blame them. I wanted to talk to them, but then I dismissed it. If you were talking to people in mourning, you had to stay quiet and let them be sad. Because talking isn't going to help them at all. Knuckles was the only one that spoke to me. This didn't surprise me. Even though Knuckles may have been sad about something, he tried so hard not to show it by talking to people. Though he hated it.

"So what's you name?" he asked.

"My name is Sonic..." I stopped myself. No. Don't do it!

"What?" he looked at me with confusion.

No, Sonic. I told myself. You're not him anymore. Sonic the Hedgehog is dead.

"Uh, my name is. Uh, my name is..."

"What is it?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"Silver. Silver the Hedgehog." What a name. But I couldn't think of anything else.

"Never heard of you. You new in town?"

"I guess you could say that."

He looked away.

"So how about that boy getting killed, huh? I mean I heard that boy. Uh, Sonic right?"

"Yeah." He said it in a way that was neither sad nor seemed to be of any concern.

"Did you know him?" I asked, surprised at my small attempts to make small talk.

"Yes. He was part of our family. Police are saying that he committed suicide. Not anyone is convinced of him being murdered," he said, no change in his tone.

"Suicide? Where'd you get that idea?" I asked. I know I didn't commit suicide. I was murdered!

"Someone found his body at the bottom of the waterfall on July 7 at 9:30. He was found along with a gun and in his back was a gunshot. His body was covered in knife marks. It's quite awful to be found like that. But I'm not convinced." He looked at me with a look that showed that he wasn't going to let this go.

"Convinced of what?" I asked.

"Sonic didn't commit suicide. I'm convinced that he was murdered."

I wanted to jump out for joy. He knew I was murdered! But the problem was that there was no evidence of my murder. He didn't know how to solve it. There are only two people who witnessed the murder. And that was the murderer and the victim who was given another chance at life.

"What make you think that?"

'Sonic may have been easily distracted, but there's no way he would be murdered so easily. He must've been caught off guard. And that's why he's dead."

"You miss him, don't you?"

His eyes looked as if he was fighting back tears.

"He's not gone. I know that. At his funeral, I saw him write something that only he would call me. He wants me to find his killer. Sonic has waited too long for justice. And I won't rest until I punch the living shit out of that bastard who put an end to his life. I'll find Sonic's killer and avenge his death." Knuckles clenched his fists and began to growl. I was happy that he was trying to find my killer. But that didn't mean I didn't want to tell him who I really was.

"What was Sonic like?" I asked.

Knuckles face became sad all over again.

"If it's not to much to ask, I really don't want to talk about this anymore." I though I saw a tear escape his eye.

"I just think it was cool that he was Sonic the Hedgehog that's all. Did you actually love him like he was your own family?" I asked. trying to actually see what he thought of me.

Knuckles tried so hard not to cry.

"Sonic was my best friend. I wish I honestly spent more time with him before he was murdered. He was..." But before he could finish, he was interupted by a voice who entered the conversation.

"He was stubborn if you really want to know."

I looked at the person who spoke. It was Amy. I tried not to show my shock.

"What?" I asked, trying not to sound too surprised.

"He was the most stubborn person you'd ever meet. He never even spent enough time with us. All he did was just run from place to place. He never saw us unless we were fighting Eggman and he never actually even acknowledged that I existed. He loved me even if he didn't want to admit it"

I wanted to kill myself. The thing I had feared the most of happening because of this happened. Amy's anger changed a little, but she still carried on.

"Even after all of that, he was a kind friend. He always put the city before himself," she said sadly. "I don't even think he'll even think of us wherever he is. I don't think I was actually a good friend to him." I thought for a minute that Amy was going to cry but in truth it was Tails who ended up crying.

"I miss him so much," Tails wept. Tears streaming down his face. "Why did he have to die? Why couldn't it have been someone else?"

I wanted to cry as much as Tails was. I wanted to to tell him that his dead friend was standing right in front of him. But I felt as if I should leave. I felt I had made this a lot worse for them, so I started to leave.

"It was nice meeting you all. And I hope that you find his killer." As I started to walk out, something was thrown at me. It was a necklace.

"What is..." I started to say but was interrupted.

"Promise you won't tell anyone of this conversation," Knuckles said.

I wanted to cry. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "I promise."

I took the necklace off the table and I walked out the door. Knuckles began to follow me and I didn't want him to cry anymore. So I ran off at supersonic speed back to my apartment leaving him outside behind me with the wind blowing in his firey hair.

I went back to the apartment. I was crying on the way there. Happy that no one would see me.

When I got back, I slammed the door and collasped onto my bed. I cried into the pillow and clutched the necklace that was given to me close to my heart as I cried. I cried for Knuckles, Tails, and Amy. Who would never know how I died. I thought of Amy's words. "He was stubborn." I cried even harder. Why was I even here? Why do I keep moving forward? I cried harder until no more tears came out.

That was the longest conversation I ever had with Amy.

And she didn't even know it was me.

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