Skaar; Yo. Craziness. I feel ill, so this is all you're getting.
Recap; He stood up, chuckling as he disappeared into the shadows. Amy began to twitch and whimper, mumbling worriedly to herself. Suddenly, her back arched, and she screamed in horror.
Briiinggg uus aaaaaa dreeeeaaaaammmm…
Amy awoke with a horrific start. Her bed was drenched in sweat, and she was aching as if she had just run a marathon. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them protectively. Her eyes began to dart about the room. It was quickly fading, but she had an impression that the dream she had had was horrible. It was as if her body remembered the pain, and instinctively quaked in fear. Her mind however, was blocking it out, leaving an instinctive feeling that she should be afraid, but for no apparent reason. Here she was, in her room just as she had been before the nightmare. One of those late night romance talk shows was echoing quietly from her clock radio, obviously signifying to her that this was indeed reality. She knew for a fact that this show was on at this time, and that she did not recognize this caller's voice, so she wasn't dreaming up an old show that she had heard weeks before.
With a small twist, she was facing the side of her bed. Cautiously one foot lowered to the ground. When it was identified that the ground was indeed still there and she wasn't having some sort of fall-off-a-cliff nightmare, she slid off of the bed. A glance told her that it was 3:32 AM, about halfway into the hour long talk show. She reached out towards it and turned it off with a click. She heard a quiet thump below her, and looked down.
Is that my doll? She reached down and picked it up. It was a small doll of Sonic that she got when she was ten. Two years… I've had this little guy for a long time. It must have been tucked against her side on the inside of her arm. I wonder when I got this out last night… With the small doll in hand, she made her way down the hall to the nearest bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she entered, not really liking what she was seeing. "Ew… I look gross."
Her reflection looked back at her with dull eyes, slightly bloodshot and riddled with baggy areas. There was a small spot of matted fur next to her mouth from drooling a little. Her hair was all over the place. The dark spots under her eyes could provide adequate shade for all of those poor sun baked people in Africa. She grimaced, which did not add to the look in any positive way. She addressed the reflection, shaking her finger at it. "God, now you look like you need a shower." Her reflection mimicked her actions perfectly as expected, causing Amy to look down at herself. "Yeah, you're right, I do too…"
After about ten minutes of scrubbing her face and slicking her hair with water, she felt a little better with what she saw. She nodded at her reflection and stepped back out of the bathroom, resolving to check if Sonic had gotten back. The boy's rooms were only a quick trip through the living room away, so why not? A quick trip back down the hall brought her to said living room. A faint smell caught her nose. What is that? She sniffed the air hesitantly. It smells familiar… Her speculation was interrupted by a slow, quiet, and deep chuckle. "Uh… Hello?" She looked around the darkened room nervously.
"Afraid of the dark, child?" She whirled around to face the voice, but saw only darkness ahead of her. Almost as if to confirm the voice's statement, she frantically fumbled about for a light. There was a standing lamp to the left of her, and her groping hand managed to find its switch. Light flooded outwards from the fluorescent bulb within, illuminating almost the entire room.
Blood… The coppery smell flooded her nostrils, and it became all too clear what she had smelled. The air was so thick with the stench that she could taste it in the back of her throat. No source of the smell presented itself, however. She could see a figure just outside of the ring of light, sitting casually in one of the recliners scattered about the room. He was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his right knee touching his left ankle, and was leaning back in the chair without reclining it. One arm was crossed under his chest, propping up his other. The hand on his other arm floated by his face, only touching it with a few fingers lightly. His face was the only part of his body too far back for her to make out well, but two blue eyes glinted back at her from the darkness. There was a small side table next to him, upon which sat a bottle of wine and a half full wine glass.
"Intoxicating, isn't it?" The figure's head tilted to the side. "The way that blood just consumes your senses?"
The calm, slow way that he spoke helped Amy to regain her guts. "Who the heck are you?" Amy glared at the figure. "You'd better back off…"
A chuckle echoed through the night once again. "… or you're going to chase me away? Not likely." From the way that his silhouette moved, she could tell that he had just started to smile. "Sleeping well tonight, Amy?"
Shock struck her face. "What?" How…
"I do hope that you enjoyed that little dream Mordreth graced you with… It gave me enough time to do my work, at least." He reached over to the table, taking a small sip from the wine glass. "In fact, I think that this is one of my favorite works of art." He set the wine glass down again and reached for a lamp that sat behind the wine bottle. With a click, the last bit of the room was illuminated.
The wall behind him was solid red, aside from a few small handprints. There was a familiar form crucified to it. Tikal's hands were impaled by a knife each, keeping her hanging. One arm hung limply below one of these said hands, completely removed from her shoulder. Amy could see the base of the bone sticking out of her arm, and a small dent in the stump where it used to be. It had not been cut off; it had been torn right out of its socket. Blood dripped from eyeless sockets. Her head was hanging from her neck by a mere thread of ligament. Half of the flesh on her attached arm was removed, and Amy could see all of the bones in her arm from shoulder to wrist completely. There was a large stake in Tikal's stomach, plugging up a larger hole from which Amy could just barely see Tikal's array of organs. What she knew about anatomy told her that several were missing, including her heart, her liver, and her stomach. What terrified her most is that her legs were not below her stomach. Their bones sat next to the man, and there was no sign of the flesh in sight. She could now tell that he was a wolf.
"Ah, isn't it glorious?" He smiled again, and chuckled. "My favorite touch was when I reached into her body and popped her stomach, letting the acid burn away her insides." Amy shrieked, smashing backwards into the wall in a vain attempt to distance herself from the atrocity and its creator. He stood up slowly, cracking his neck. "I told you that you wouldn't be my next target. I had to kill Tikal first, you see." He yawned calmly; studying her quaking body like a wolf studies a deer. "She knew me. Weaknesses are quite tedious… I'd rather not have mine exposed." He smiled as her legs gave out.
She tried to say something, but all that came out was a small whimper as he crouched down on all fours, his muzzle inches away from her nose. He snorted, and the scent of blood once again assaulted her. "Do you understand what it means, now that she is out of the way…?" The wolf smiled at her, letting his hypnotic eyes consume her own. "It's your turn, Amy…" Pain arced through her body as she screamed in agony. She began to feel weak, and looked down faintly. He had plunged a red katana into her chest. Her head rocked down to the side, and she could just barely see his face. His eyes, those pools of pure evil… They burnt into her mind, still before her eyes when the darkness of death engulfed them.
The Blackness… It was all. The floor she stood on, the walls she knew had to be there, the endless sky above… Painted black. She seemed to be standing on nothing. Even so, the floor below her was a hard as stone. She couldn't tell, but she thought that she was moving. Her hair was being blown about, so she was moving fast. A small figure appeared in the distance, approaching fast. Or maybe she was the one approaching fast, she couldn't tell. She came to a stop in front of the small figure, which lay on the ground unmoving.
It was her doll, its plushy eyes looking up at her emptily. Amy picked it up, hugging it to herself in an attempt to comfort her. It was a cold, empty and lonely world she found herself trapped in.
"Helloooo…?" This was not her voice. It sounded quiet. She was fairly confident it was male. She looked about frantically in search of the voice. Anyone but her… If there was anyone else here, she would find them. Clutching her doll, she followed the faint echo of the distant voice. She could make out another form in the distance, and sped up. Is that…? Her thoughts echoed through the blackness as if she had said them aloud. She drew closer, the form becoming more distinguished. Sonic!!! He was laying face first on the ground, unmoving.
She approached him, dropping to her knees. She opened her mouth to call his name, but no sound came out. My voice… She understood. She could not talk in this world, but she could think. She rolled him over, slapping his face lightly and projecting her thoughts as best she could. Sonic, wake up! His eyes flickered slightly, and as she rested his head upon her lap, finally opened.
"…Amy…?" He yawned, blinking a few times to shake the sleep from his eyes. She brightened up, smiling down at him.
Sonic! I thought you might have been dead… He continued to blink at her, rubbing his eyes a little.
"It's been a long time since I've had company here…" She looked at him quizzically.
Sonic..? A loud and sickening snap echoed through the air as his head tilted to the side. His eyes became empty… Dead. S-Sonic! She recoiled from the body, eyes fearful at the thought of losing him. His head rolled to the side, dead eyes facing her. Suddenly, cracks began to appear around his eyes and his mouth, like breaking porcelain. His eyes rolled into their sockets, and his lips seemed to pull away into his mouth. A bright glow emanated from his empty eye sockets as the sound of a match striking echoed through the air, as if a candle had been lit deep within his skull. Through them, she could see the back of his skull, as if the head was empty. Another loud crack echoed as his mouth shattered, leaving in its place a devious jack-o-lantern smile. In fact, that's what the head looked like now. A Jack-o-lantern.
"Hellooo…" The apparition stood up, making no move to approach Amy. "My my, didn't master send me a pretty little one this time…" His voice sounded like the tear of steel-on-steel, grating her ears with its metallic screech. "Come on, girly…" Suddenly, it was right in front of her, their faces practically touching. She tried to recoil, but she couldn't move anymore. The holes in his head that acted as eyes slanted and the hollow jack-o-lantern smile below widened, giving her a good look at the bottom his skull. There was no hole for any of the usual nerves or spinal cord links to get out, and these body parts were nowhere in sight. Its head really was just like a hollow pumpkin.
"How about we have a wee bit of fun…?" The creature cackled madly, and Amy clenched her eyes shut in fearful anticipation. There was a flutter of hundreds of little wings, and then silence. She cautiously cracked open an eye. She was standing in a stone hallway. At the end of it was what appeared to be a chaos emerald. Amy realized that she still was holding her doll. Looking down at the little figure, she realized that it was the only thing in this place that she could call familiar. Clutching it to her chest, she looked around and made a cautious step forward. She felt a small prick on her arm and flinched.
She glanced at her arm and saw a small needle. No thicker than the kind you use to sew. It was about five or six inches long, and had a single green stripe at the top. She pulled it out, examining it more. It wasn't poisoned, or she would have started to feel some sort of effect already. It dropped to the floor as she released it. Another stuck into the floor by her foot. She looked at the walls curiously. The walls… they're covered in them. Sure enough, they were lined up in rows on the stone. Two more struck near her. Looking out towards the emerald, she started to run.
Thousands of tiny needles flew through the air. Many missed their target. Some didn't. There was a needle in her calf, a needle in her elbow, and a needle in her cheek. The flurry started to grow closer to her, more hitting with every second. She knew that her only chance was that emerald. Little pinpricks struck all over her body, telling her of the presence of more needles. Suddenly, one shot across the bridge of her nose. For the first time, they drew blood. The needles began to dig deeper and deeper in as they struck, causing more pain than just a prick. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and frantically tried to run harder. I'm dreaming… A hiss escaped from her mouth as one embedded itself in her shin from tip to base.
She fell. The doll slid across the floor as it was thrown out of her hands. She raised her head just as a loud *shunk* echoed through the air. A single needle pierced the doll, straight through the heart. The needles stopped. She blinked a few times, feeling dazed. There was no hallway anymore. She was back in her living room, staring at not her doll, but Sonic, impaled on the wall exactly where Tikal had hung. The very same sword that she had been stabbed with sat within his flesh, exactly where the needle had struck. This has to be a dream… She stood up hesitantly, small cuts covering her body from where the needles had been, and approached the body. As she grew closer, she began to notice others.
She turned quickly, looking on either side of herself. Further down the wall on either side of Sonic was Tails, Knuckles, and Shadow. They all hung from the wall as Sonic did, with that same accursed blade through their chests.
N-no… she shook her head. No, this is a dream. None of this could ever happen in reality. Suddenly, a gloved hand grasped her throat. She gagged and flailed uselessly as she was lifted into the air. Sonic's head slowly raised, his eyes pitch black. He pulled the sword out of his chest, dropping to the floor as he did so. The jolt from him hitting the floor loosened his grip, and Amy pulled out of his hand. Sonic, what are you doing?!? She pulled back as Tails, Knuckles, and Shadow in turn removed the swords pinning them, all of them with black, undead eyes. Amy looked around the room, but saw no door, window, or any other way that she could distance herself from these demons.
She was helpless as the attacked her, too weak to take all four of them at once. Slashes appeared across her body, and her clothes became tattered, clinging to her skin by a few pitiful shreds of fabric. She fell back. This pain arcing across her body…
It's real… Her vision was beginning to blur. The four stood above her, red swords dripping blood. Her blood. Small droplets splattered on her bare fur. A single, blurry figure stepped up between them. Its eyes and mouth glowed faintly.
"A little worse for wear, eh girly?" There was a loud snap, and its head tilted at an unnatural angle. A thin, clawed hand tore into its own throat, where it grasped something. Amy watched weakly in shock as the creature slowly pulled a sword from its throat, pulling straight up as if unsheathing it from a scabbard. It was the same as the rest, but glowed with an ominous, sadistic light.
The creature crouched down very suddenly, pulling Amy's head up by her hair. Once again, their faces almost touched. The glowing blade floated impatiently below her throat. Another strike of a match, and his face glowed ever brighter with an unseen light within. "Ooohhh… How rude of me. I never did introduce myself, did I…?" He dragged her across the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. She grunted as he slammed her head against the wall on the opposite side of the room.
The figure released a cackle akin to a piece of sheet metal being torn in half. His undead drones that used to be her friends circled around them. She sobbed quietly as he forced her head up, making her look into those empty, glowing pits in his skull. "I am called Mordreth. We're going to play again very soon…" His blade sunk into her skull, but not before she had one last thought. Wait… I never owned a Sonic doll…
Amy awoke on the floor, Shrieking and sobbing.
Woo. No comment. Too sick.
