Authors Sleepy Notes:
Most joyous occasions, readers. I have discovered my recently gained NiGHTS CD doubles as a soundtrack. The music is spiffy. I listened to it whilst writing this. Yum.
Okay…moving on, more of Purple. The "twist" added is made clearer in this chapter, and its 1 am and I lack soft drinks so this won't be very long. The concept for this story will be somewhat discussed in chapter three, as I don't want to spoil the surprise.
As always, I hope you enjoy. Also, this is more or less a personal experiment…so expect some minor variations on my writing style. Nothing major (I think), just worth noting.
…this is probably to be one of my odder ideas. oo
Disclaimer: SEGA owns Sonic, and stuff. I hope they don't send their black choppers to kill me.
Oooooh….questions. Who should it hit first? The hedgehog was missing, presumably on a vacation after the ARK incident, one he had taken recently, as it had been a good few months since then. This left…
Tails, the youngest of them. He didn't need to be dealt with just yet, as its abilities would have the least impact on him. Apparently he was working on some rather large project or another.
Knuckles was out of the question, it was going after him later, synchronizing with Eggman to hit the guardian at the worst possible time…for him. Heh heh.
As far as it was aware of, Eggman was attempting to bring Rouge into the fold. It was ordered to strike as soon as possible should she refuse.
Normally, it could just wait…but its implement was hungry. The thing needed to be used. Why, the wraith did not know. But it did.
Not that it was one to argue.
Wait…the pink one. Why not her? Hell, there she was walking down the street. She was mostly alone due to the hour; night had fallen, though it was impossible to determine just what the time was.
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Amy Rose walked down the quiet, lamp-lit street. The dull orange glow covered the pink anthromorph, along with anything that entered it, and it seemed everything within her sight was given a similar tinge.
Everything around seemed to have a…off feel, to it…like…she couldn't put words to the feeling she felt, merely that something was very wrong. Her pace quickened.
She felt, along her back, a point on her arm just below the shoulder, right into her eyes, that something was watching her. She knew not for the life of her what, but she KNEW she had to get home, now.
She practically barreled into the apartment complex, and ran up the dully-lit stairs. Through the all too-lightly lit hall, feeling something lumbering just behind her. She practically broke the key opening her door.
But she was in. Safe. The warmly lit apartment was nearly silent, the only sound coming from the crackling fireplace as it cast a cozy glow through the living area. Her breathing deepened, calmed…she was safe.
She slowly walked over to a soft couch sitting in front of the fireplace, enjoying the warm feeling that flowed through her; into her…it was wonderful, peace incarnate. A thin piece of cloth gently touched her face. And a static-riddled, echoing voice greeted her.
"Hello."
Amy's eyes flew open. She had been followed…
The peace was instantly replaced by adrenaline-pumping fear. She practically rocketed off her couch as it was split in two by what appeared to be a purple light saber, with a more crudely mechanical hilt and a thinner blade that twisted and warped as it tore through the couch. There was an odd, vague change in the furniture piece, Amy noticed in passing, as she ran for the door.
A long strip of purple cloth wrapped around her ankle, tossing her into the wall to the left of the fireplace, a clear door leading to what seemed to be a balcony to her right. Amy slid to the floor over what little distance she was from it. As she looked up, she got a good view of a vaguely man-shaped flowing creature of purple cloth surrounding her, effectively boxing her in. Its saber was raised to strike. She could almost swear, despite the utter void the hood made, that she could see it smirking. It stuck down in a quick and powerful arc…
And met the Piko Piko Hammer. Amy did not intend on going down without a fight. She blinked as she noticed an odd change in her weapon…it seemed to…shrink, somehow. It shortened…and suddenly Amy realized just what the monsters weapon did.
Too little, too late, however. She blocked the next blow, but did not block the almost immediate blow that came after. The one that went through the left side of her torso…the blade was pencil thin, almost seeming to be ethereal, as though it was not truly there. She felt no pain from the ghost-blade as it was drawn from her, leaving nothing more than a pencil-thick reddish-purple mark, and a hole with similar coloring around the edges.
Amy dully noted all of this, as the world was melting and blinking into a purple haze, like some hellish re-shaping of the world. Everything spun and tumbled as she fell into blackness…
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The amorphous cloth-thing stood on the balcony railing. That had gone far less smoothly than expected. However, it had shown why Robotnik had wanted her out of the way; she could fight when she needed to. She probably would have put up a good one, had its pet not affected the hammer she had pulled from seemingly nowhere. Interesting trick, that…
Hmm. It'd hit Tails next, provided it didn't get a call saying it had a new target…
One would blink while watching the thing, and then see that the being, something out of a twisted fairytale, was gone.
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The night left. It brought a cool, crisp dawn with it, sunlight slowly sliding into the apartment in which just hours before, a battle took place. The defeated lay upon the floor next to a dead, burnt out fireplace, its light no longer needed or able to live. A pair of eyes fluttered open.
Amy sat up, drowsy, and dizzy from the hits she had taken the night before. Her addled brain registered the fact that something was generally not right. But what?
She got her bearings, and stood…and noticed everything seemed larger than she had recalled. Alarms were going off in the back of her head, but she still didn't quite register it. She looked around…then down. A snail-like second crawled by…another…another…another…
And then she bolted into the bathroom, looking for the tall mirror within. She quickly placed herself in front of it, and her fears were confirmed. Staring back at her, eyes wide, was a dead ringer for the girl that had been kidnapped by Sonics metal twin way back on Miracle Planet, years ago…
The shock of it was dulled by noticing the effects on the couch, the wear that was the result of use over the months since she had the apartment vanishing, and her hammer, which now fit her perfectly. She just stared…for a few seconds, or a few minutes, she didn't know. Whenever she did snap out of it, she realized this…thing could very well be some creation of Dr. Eggman. She had to warn the others before it was too late. The phone cord had been cut; she'd have to take the train. She ran out the door, moving as quickly as she could…
