A/N: I've been waiting to do this chapter for a while! A lot of stuff is
planned to happen here. Amy fans will love this chapter, for what reason I
don't know... You just will!
I'm watching The Weakest Link right now. …Yeah.
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Chapter Six: Break-In
Inside Rouge's mansion, Amy paces restlessly. She had been up all day and all night yesterday, scared to death for her friends. Of course, it didn't help she had drunk three cups of cappuccino, but it didn't help to calm her down. The few times she did try to call Sonic on his cell phone, he had had it turn off.
"That's it!" Amy yelled angrily into the empty house. "I'm sick of always being scared," At this, she grabbed her Piko Hammer in her left hand and swung it over her shoulder. "I'm sick of always being left behind," She grabbed the red Chaos Emerald in her right hand, and felt a flood of power from it. "Whether they like it or not, I'm helping!" She raised the red emerald above her head, and said two very fateful words.
"CHAOS CONTROL!"
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Right inside the main entrance to the pyramid base was Eggman's garage of sorts. Various defect and prototype robots lined the wall, as well as tools that resembled weapons of mass destruction. In other words: Tails was in genius mechanic heaven!
On the way to the pyramid base, Sonic had decided to have the three split up, much to Rouge's opposition. As she put it, "In the horror movies, it's always the one who suggests they split up that dies first." Despite this, Sonic went on to find out more about Project Shadow 2. Tails was to try and find a way to shut down the base, and Rouge went to find Knuckles.
As Tails eyed the various machines, his eyes fell on the gold mine. The one machine that rivaled the Cyclone in power: The Egg Walker. "Built with a hybrid gasoline and electric engine, as to never run out of power in a fight…" He murmured, running a hand along the smooth side.
Finally, unable to quell his overpowering curiosity, he spun his two tails, hovered above the cockpit, and landed. As soon as he hit the seat, four beeps went off. Instantly, the seat propelled forward, adjusting to its pilots short height.
The controls were remarkably similar to those of the Cyclone. Two joysticks were right within reach: The left to change which direction the top of the Egg Walker faced, the right moving its legs. On the top of the right joystick was a button, which, presumably, fired the Vulcan Cannon. At the top of the dashboard were various buttons, which performed different objectives: Hovering, lock-on laser, radio, windshield wipers, self- destruct, etc.
Curiously, there was a large blue button in the upper right hand corner of the dashboard. Silently, Tails speculated what it was. This was a battle mech, and seemed to already have all it needed. What else was necessary? Slowly, he reached up and pushed it.
As soon as the button was pushed down, the machine lurched forward, throwing Tails to the cement ground. With speed unrivaled, it ran from the garage, firing the Vulcan Cannon randomly at various objects. "Auto-pilot." He muttered, laying his sore head back.
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Quickly, Knuckles snapped out of his uneasy sleep. One of the workers, the same one that had come every day, was back to give him his bread and water. His head hurt from malnutrition, and his stomach was cramping from having so little food. He was beginning to wish they would just let him starve to death.
The worker would also work on interrogating him for information. At first, he would try to exchange little things, like hot soup (which, right now, Knuckles would kill for) for information. Lately, the food had escalated to greater taste. He took a sniff of air. Today's bargaining food: Steak. How pathetic.
The worker stepped inside tentatively, as though Knuckles could attack him. His wrists had been bound with taut rope. He had almost worked through it, but his wrists were bleeding, and he'd have to wait for them to heal until he could try again.
Nervously, and visibly shaking, the worker bent down and slid the food across the floor. The way Knuckles was bound, he would have to bend down on his knees, like a dog, to eat. He never did that in front of anyone, no matter how hungry. He would never give them the satisfaction.
Suddenly, a bright red flash went off. The worker shielded his eyes, and Knuckles would have done the same if his hands weren't bound. The blinding light mercifully lasted only a second before dimming. In its place, in the dank cell corner, stood the all-too familiar form of Amy Rose. In her left hand she held the Piko Hammer, and in the right the Chaos Emerald. "Amy?!" Knuckles said aloud in disbelief.
Instead of doing the sensical thing, such as NOT attacking an armed opponent who mysteriously appears in thin air, the worker dashed at Amy. He bared his teeth, his eyes gleaming as sharp as the Chaos Emeralds glow. At seeing this, Amy shrieked, and threw her Piko Hammer up in defense (as in a blocking position).
Whether Amy had meant to attack him, or for once luck was one their side, the face of the hammer hit the worker in the snout. He was knocked back against the cage bars, dazing him. "Are you all right?" Amy said, quickly walking over to him. She winced at the sight of his bloody, swollen wrists.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Knuckles said quickly, eyeing the worker. He was beginning to get back up. "Quick, get these off!" He ordered, pulling feebly at the ropes. Hearing the tension in his voice, Amy began to pull at the rope. After a few meek attempts, she heard the worker begin to pull himself up. In a sudden rush of inspiration, Amy pulled up both his hands and, after hesitation, bit cleanly through the rope.
In a second, Knuckles was up. He quickly shrugged off the ropes, and dashed at the opponent. Raising his right fist in the air, he angrily yelled, "Nobody takes my emerald and gets away with it!" In one quick movement, he brought his fist down and nearly through the workers head.
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Nervously, Rouge walked down the hall. How could that idiot split them apart? "Well, if he dies," She said decisively, crossing her arms. "It won't be my fault!" With that, she walked down the hallway, entertaining herself with memories of the last time she was here.
Ah. How fun it had seemed! Finally getting a chance to do an actual mission instead of paperwork! She had no clue what she was getting involved in. It had seemed like a simple mission: Get information on Project Shadow and, if possible, stop it. She had no idea about the Chaos Emeralds, Gerald, Maria, or the Biolizard. How innoce-
Quickly, Rouge sapped out of her daydream. She heard the sounds of metal-on- metal, an almost sure sound of an oncoming fight. Quickly, she turned and dropped into a fighter stance.
And was instantly knocked off her feet by an uppercut from Metal Knuckles.
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A/N: Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger! If possible, tell me how I'm doing at developing Tails and Amy's character. This seems to be one of the main points of my story. And, as always, please review!
I'm watching The Weakest Link right now. …Yeah.
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Chapter Six: Break-In
Inside Rouge's mansion, Amy paces restlessly. She had been up all day and all night yesterday, scared to death for her friends. Of course, it didn't help she had drunk three cups of cappuccino, but it didn't help to calm her down. The few times she did try to call Sonic on his cell phone, he had had it turn off.
"That's it!" Amy yelled angrily into the empty house. "I'm sick of always being scared," At this, she grabbed her Piko Hammer in her left hand and swung it over her shoulder. "I'm sick of always being left behind," She grabbed the red Chaos Emerald in her right hand, and felt a flood of power from it. "Whether they like it or not, I'm helping!" She raised the red emerald above her head, and said two very fateful words.
"CHAOS CONTROL!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Right inside the main entrance to the pyramid base was Eggman's garage of sorts. Various defect and prototype robots lined the wall, as well as tools that resembled weapons of mass destruction. In other words: Tails was in genius mechanic heaven!
On the way to the pyramid base, Sonic had decided to have the three split up, much to Rouge's opposition. As she put it, "In the horror movies, it's always the one who suggests they split up that dies first." Despite this, Sonic went on to find out more about Project Shadow 2. Tails was to try and find a way to shut down the base, and Rouge went to find Knuckles.
As Tails eyed the various machines, his eyes fell on the gold mine. The one machine that rivaled the Cyclone in power: The Egg Walker. "Built with a hybrid gasoline and electric engine, as to never run out of power in a fight…" He murmured, running a hand along the smooth side.
Finally, unable to quell his overpowering curiosity, he spun his two tails, hovered above the cockpit, and landed. As soon as he hit the seat, four beeps went off. Instantly, the seat propelled forward, adjusting to its pilots short height.
The controls were remarkably similar to those of the Cyclone. Two joysticks were right within reach: The left to change which direction the top of the Egg Walker faced, the right moving its legs. On the top of the right joystick was a button, which, presumably, fired the Vulcan Cannon. At the top of the dashboard were various buttons, which performed different objectives: Hovering, lock-on laser, radio, windshield wipers, self- destruct, etc.
Curiously, there was a large blue button in the upper right hand corner of the dashboard. Silently, Tails speculated what it was. This was a battle mech, and seemed to already have all it needed. What else was necessary? Slowly, he reached up and pushed it.
As soon as the button was pushed down, the machine lurched forward, throwing Tails to the cement ground. With speed unrivaled, it ran from the garage, firing the Vulcan Cannon randomly at various objects. "Auto-pilot." He muttered, laying his sore head back.
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Quickly, Knuckles snapped out of his uneasy sleep. One of the workers, the same one that had come every day, was back to give him his bread and water. His head hurt from malnutrition, and his stomach was cramping from having so little food. He was beginning to wish they would just let him starve to death.
The worker would also work on interrogating him for information. At first, he would try to exchange little things, like hot soup (which, right now, Knuckles would kill for) for information. Lately, the food had escalated to greater taste. He took a sniff of air. Today's bargaining food: Steak. How pathetic.
The worker stepped inside tentatively, as though Knuckles could attack him. His wrists had been bound with taut rope. He had almost worked through it, but his wrists were bleeding, and he'd have to wait for them to heal until he could try again.
Nervously, and visibly shaking, the worker bent down and slid the food across the floor. The way Knuckles was bound, he would have to bend down on his knees, like a dog, to eat. He never did that in front of anyone, no matter how hungry. He would never give them the satisfaction.
Suddenly, a bright red flash went off. The worker shielded his eyes, and Knuckles would have done the same if his hands weren't bound. The blinding light mercifully lasted only a second before dimming. In its place, in the dank cell corner, stood the all-too familiar form of Amy Rose. In her left hand she held the Piko Hammer, and in the right the Chaos Emerald. "Amy?!" Knuckles said aloud in disbelief.
Instead of doing the sensical thing, such as NOT attacking an armed opponent who mysteriously appears in thin air, the worker dashed at Amy. He bared his teeth, his eyes gleaming as sharp as the Chaos Emeralds glow. At seeing this, Amy shrieked, and threw her Piko Hammer up in defense (as in a blocking position).
Whether Amy had meant to attack him, or for once luck was one their side, the face of the hammer hit the worker in the snout. He was knocked back against the cage bars, dazing him. "Are you all right?" Amy said, quickly walking over to him. She winced at the sight of his bloody, swollen wrists.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Knuckles said quickly, eyeing the worker. He was beginning to get back up. "Quick, get these off!" He ordered, pulling feebly at the ropes. Hearing the tension in his voice, Amy began to pull at the rope. After a few meek attempts, she heard the worker begin to pull himself up. In a sudden rush of inspiration, Amy pulled up both his hands and, after hesitation, bit cleanly through the rope.
In a second, Knuckles was up. He quickly shrugged off the ropes, and dashed at the opponent. Raising his right fist in the air, he angrily yelled, "Nobody takes my emerald and gets away with it!" In one quick movement, he brought his fist down and nearly through the workers head.
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Nervously, Rouge walked down the hall. How could that idiot split them apart? "Well, if he dies," She said decisively, crossing her arms. "It won't be my fault!" With that, she walked down the hallway, entertaining herself with memories of the last time she was here.
Ah. How fun it had seemed! Finally getting a chance to do an actual mission instead of paperwork! She had no clue what she was getting involved in. It had seemed like a simple mission: Get information on Project Shadow and, if possible, stop it. She had no idea about the Chaos Emeralds, Gerald, Maria, or the Biolizard. How innoce-
Quickly, Rouge sapped out of her daydream. She heard the sounds of metal-on- metal, an almost sure sound of an oncoming fight. Quickly, she turned and dropped into a fighter stance.
And was instantly knocked off her feet by an uppercut from Metal Knuckles.
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A/N: Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger! If possible, tell me how I'm doing at developing Tails and Amy's character. This seems to be one of the main points of my story. And, as always, please review!
