Amy sits on the couch twiddling her dress trim between her fingers. Where is he? He's late… She leans against the arm rest and puts her chin on her hand, sighing. Closing her eyes she prays he's okay, because he hasn't called. Her ears start to twitch and she opens her eyes to see a shadow pass by the window. Her blood chills and her fur sticks up in fear, she gets herself up and grabs her phone just in case she needs to call Shadow. Tip toeing to the window Amy holds her breath as she takes the edge of the curtain and tries to peek through the blinds. There were specks of red on the concrete and smears of red on the ledge, her eyes squinted as she pulled the curtain open and inspected the strange marks. "Must have been a bird or something… I hope it isn't hurt too bad." She shrugs, closes the curtains and scrunches her hair. " A-Amy…" Stopping dead in her tracks, body frozen and eyes wide open staring at the floor – a voice clear as day whispers through the apartment. Every letter of her name seems to come from a different part of the home. It's just a hushed whisper but it was cold and dead sounding, longing and confused. It only spoke her name but she felt sorry, but even more terrified of the voice.
Slowly turning around to face where she first heard it, hands trembling and heart racing- as soon as her eyes hit the doorway of Shadow's extra room, a figure stood hunched over. She shuddered out a cry, as if she was in a deep sleep and was trying desperately to scream herself awake. The figure smelled rotten and stepped towards her, mouth open and pouring an almost black liquid as it gurgled out, " Y-you le-ft m-e the-rrre t-to d-die, I tho-uuughh-t yo-ou l-loved m-me… A-Am-my…" She shook her head and backed away as the figure stepped closer, with every footstep the moist carpet squished under its hobbled bloody steps. "Who are you and what do you want with me!" Amy squealed as her back hit the counter. The figure stopped and growled, "Y-you laid w-with hiiiiim, aft-er h-he sl-sliced meeeee ap-aart… Don't yo-u know whh-aaaat he i-i-i-isss…?" Amy grabbed the decorative dish from the counter and threw it at the figure, it never stepped out of the shadows. "Get away from me!" She sobbed.
The figure lifted its mauled hand, flesh hanging from the bone and motioned to her abdomen. It's growling and gurgling turned to a raging roar, " You be-trayed me! You lay with a mu-urderer and you have concie-eved a bas-stard piece of f-fiiillllttthhhh! He w-will des-troyyyy y-you as he h-has me! You willlll bothh paayy for thiss… you are mmmmine!" The figure twisted it's hand and Amy's head grew light, the more it's disgusting hand turned the more her body lost control. "N-no… don't hurt..hurt..m…me…" Everything went black and Amy fell into the darkness.
Knowing he's really late, Shadow rushes up the steps and a rush of cold air hits him, a shadow in the corner of his eye halts him from putting his key in the door. "Murd-er-er…" He puts his hand on the outside of his gun holster and he turns to an empty garage. Raising his eyebrow he unlocks the door and shrugs. He opens the door and yanks off his windbreaker, "Amy, I'm home are you ready?" He shuts the door and sets the jacket on the back of the couch. He pulls out his phone and scrolls through as he walks to the kitchen, he has thirty new emails all from the same person. Every subject line reads 'I know what you've done.' He clicks on a random one and all it says is 'You've been a bad boy, Shadow.' Over and over. The email address just says 'Death.' "So Death is emailing me, what an honor…" He scoffs and backs out of the emails and deletes all the messages, but as soon as he goes to turn off his phone a new email appears. He cocks his head and sits at the counter, noticing the bowl was gone but didn't think much of it. The subject line read, 'Baby' He clicked on it, expecting another bad boy message. Instead it read something that made Shadows skin crawl, and his heart drop.
"Shadow,
It's sure been awhile huh? I've been thinking about you lately and I think it's time for us to have a little reunion. I miss you and I'd like to apologize for what I've done. I know you must hate me but I love and miss you more than anything, I made a mistake. Let me make it up to you. I know you're living in Stillwater and I'll be flying down in two days time, I've called your work and they told me where you live. I'll be at the Café on 7th at 7 p.m., meet me there. If you don't show up then I'll know. But I have something I need to share with you, and I think you will want to know about it. It's very important and cannot be ignored.
I look forward to seeing you darling,
Love always,
Rouge"
Staring at the screen his jaw drops, What could she have to tell me that she couldn't over an email… Why would I even want to see her? I have… I have Amy now. He stands up and leaves the phone on the counter, rubbing his eyes he turns to walk to his room. "Amy are y-…" He stops as he feels his boot squish into something. Looking down there is an inky black and red substance on the carpet. Half dried and smeared handprints litter the floor. His heart starts to race and he grabs his gun, "AMY, WHERE ARE YOU?!" He calls out as he follows where she was dragged in the blood like stuff. The line leads to his extra room and the door is shut, he backs against the wall and grips his gun tight. Reaching to the handle he turns the knob and lets the door swing open. It squeaks open and he inches around with his finger ready to squeeze the trigger, and he jumps into the doorway gun pointed and ready. Her body lay in the floor facing away from him, he growls and runs through the room checking for the intruder. When he sees its empty, he drops the gun and to his knees and he picks her up in his lap. "Amy, Amy wake up please, please open your eyes!" He shakes her shoulders and pats her cheek, "Please, I can't live without you, I…I love you! Please! God dammit, wake up!" His eyes tear up and drops fall onto her cold face. He checks for her pulse to find a tiny beat, and he puts her on her back and starts CPR. He breathes into her and pumps her chest, hot tears flowing down his face. She wasn't hurt and she wasn't cut, the blood was obviously not hers so what the hell is happening? He kept pumping and praying for her to wake, when something darts across the room. Shadows fur stands up on his neck, and he whips around and grabs the gun, "Come out here and face me! I saw you, so come out now!" He barks out the door to the hallway.
A dark chuckle vibrates from all around, and his ears twitch like crazy trying to find where its coming from. He glances around but doesn't stray from her side, and a voice that sounds like it's drowning whispers in his ear, "Here I am." He jumps to his feet and hurls the gun around to emptiness, he turns and turns and nothing is there. "Coward! Show yourself!" He snarls. The chuckling grows louder and louder as the figure appears in the doorway, " Careful wh-aaat you wish f-for, Shaddie…" His skin crawls and his face gets cold as the mangled body walks into the light, blood dripping and ribbons of skin and blood vessels hang from cuts on its body. Shadow backs up, grabbing Amy's hand and pulling her from the figure, "Sonic… How could you be… I mean…"
Sonics bones crack as his lifts his head, blood spits out of his slashed throat and a smile creeps across his tattered and bruised face. "Oh you honestly didn't th-hink you could get rid of me that easy now did you?" When he smiles, a tar like substance pours between his teeth over his lips, with each grunt and laugh it bubbles and spits out. Shadow cuts his eyes and shoots Sonic in the chest, once- twice- three times but Sonic continues to stand and laugh and bubble out tar. " You can't k-kill what'sss already dead, Shaddie…" Shadow growls, "How did you get out of the morgue? And where is Don and his team?" He asks as he stalls for time and pulls Amy further from the dead specter. Sonic spits and wipes his chin, some skin pulling off as he wipes, "They got in m-my way… They're in their own pit of hell… b-bbut that's not whhhats important here…I'm here to destroy you… You've ruinnnned everything I h-had. You took my love and y-you planted your filthy s-ssseed in her, y-you've destrrroyeddd my fllower…" Shadow stops, What is he talking about, my seed? His stomach drops as he looks to Amy on the floor, Sonic starts to cackle. " Oh you didn't know? Ye-ess, she's carrying you're disgusting l-love child. And wh-hen she's full termmm, I'll be back and I will driiiiink the blood from its tiny boooodyy… You will neverrr everrrr…have my-y happin-nesss…" Shadow falls to his knees, a blast of cold air and Sonic was gone.
Amys body trembles and she gasps in air, Shadow runs to her side and brushes her hair aside. "Are you okay Amy? Are you hurt? Answer me!" He blurts out as he rubs warmth into her freezing hands. "I'm fine, what happened? I think I passed out and had a nightmare." He looks down and all the blood is gone, the smell too. "Yeah, that's all. You must've been so hungry and you just fainted. Come on, lets get you cleaned up." He shudders out and pulls her to her feet. She puts her hand to her stomach and grimaces, "I don't feel too great. Can we stay here and eat?" She whimpers. Shadow nods his head and picks her up bridal style, terrified of what just happened. Did he imagine everything too? Amy rests her head on his shoulder and sighs, "What took you so long, anyway?" He lets out a little laugh as he opens the door to her room and walks to the bathroom, "I got stuck in traffic… I have a corvette and can't even use its full potential in the city. Don't worry about it, here you sit here and I'll get you a cold rag." He says. She sits obediently and waits for her rag, after she dabs her face and neck he turns and leans over the sink and throws water over his face. Gripping the sink tightly he looks in the mirror, his gun is still holstered as if it was never discharged. He rubs his eyes and lets out a shaky breath.
Was this all a hallucination? What just happened?