Hey, thanks for all the reviews they were really nice! Because they made me
so happy I'm going to give you an extra long (well compared to the other
ones I wrote) chapter. I'm sorry about the typos but I don't have too much
time to edit it between school work and the like. So I hope you like it
this chapter! It is starting to become less humorous though, especially
towards the end of this chapter. I'm just warning you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Island or any of the characters in this
story, Sega does.
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"So Knuckles told me you want to enter that race thingy, right?" Rouge said to Amy who was wistfully twirling her hair and munching on a chocolate bar.
"Oh yeah, that," she responded half not paying attention.
"Yes that," Rouge said as she pulled the girl up onto her feet, "and if you expect to win, then you need some training."
".training?" She asked nervously and put her candy bar down, "And what else?"
"Well first off, you're not doing any fast running in that outfit. That skirt is horrible for running," the bat threw some pants and a shirt at Amy which fell right onto her face, "put those on, and leave take your shoes off too."
"Do I have to?" she whined and pulled the clothing off her face, to see Rouge rolling her eyes. "Okay, okay, I will." She hid behind a tree and changed quickly, and she wondered if there was a mirror around. She just hated pants, they didn't offer her the same freedom as a skirt did. She finally came out from behind the bushes and looked at Rouge who had an annoying grin on her face.
"What? What are you laughing at," the hedgehog said indignantly.
"Those pants are so loose on you," she said with a chuckle, "no wonder you can't run or fight that well with such skinny legs! You have no muscle!"
"Hmph well muscles are for boys anyway, it looks ugly on girls." Rouge gave her a look.
"Are you implying that because I have muscles I'm not feminine because if you are, I would be glad to demonstrate how they can be used." Rouge said baring her fangs in fake anger. Actually, she really didn't care, but she loved playing with the air headed hedgehog's head. Amy froze up like a bored and finally got out the word,
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, yeah," she responded and then pointed far away, "I want to test you, alright, I want to see how fast you run right now. And from there, we'll see what we have to work on, and then you're going to race me after some training, and if you can beat me, I'll have you train with Mighty (he's faster to me and can run almost as fast as Sonic), and hopefully by the end of three months you'll be able to run as fast as him or at least almost as fast before the competition starts. Start out by running over there."
Amy nodded and then began to run, with her hammer bouncing behind her.
"WAIT!" Rouge said, and quickly caught up to Amy, "I already see the problem." Amy stopped and looked at her,
"What?" As she took the hammer from Amy's hand, the bat replied,
"This, how can you expect to run with this thing?" Amy scratched her head and nervously ripped the hammer back out of Rouge's hands, and started to hug it close to her.
"I can't get rid of my hammer, you can't make me," she said crying and she turned her back to Rouge, and ran off towards a hill. Rouge didn't bother to follow, she just watched feeling both intrigued and guilty. What did she say that was so wrong? And Why?
Amy sat alone staring at the sun that was just beginning to set and hugged the hammer ever so tighter. No one, nothing, could make her leave it, she told herself, but then her mind began to wander. Rouge was right, she couldn't run very fast with the hammer weighing her down and making her less aerodynamic. She stared at the hammer again for a very long time. Maybe she should just get rid of it, none of her friends ever liked and just made fun of her for having a hammer that makes little pink hearts, and besides, that part of her life was long gone now and over. Her mind began to slip back into memories from a seemingly distant past and lifetime from her own. As soon as she became conscious of what she was doing, she clenched her fist and crunched her face and forced herself to think about something else. So, she began to think about Sonic, her blue hero running ever faster, and she told herself she had to run fast, and she needed to feel the wind in her face. She would have to become Sonic to make him love her because deep down inside she knew that Sonic loved himself, his amazing speed, more than anything else. She stared at her hammer again and hesitated a moment. She looked down the hill, and below it was a heavy jungle, she lifted her arm, with the hammer in her hand and threw it as far as she could, and it landed on the hill and began to bounce down, spraying pink hearts everywhere. One of the hearts hit her leg and gave her the feeling one gets he gets hugged by an old friend, and at that moment she almost raced down the hill, picked up the hammer and put it back in her pockets, but she forced herself not to. She turned and breathed in a few times and then thought of Sonic and charged into a run, and went faster than she had ever gone before. *****
Mighty was racing through the jungle at top speed enjoying the smell of humid air and wild fruit, and listening to the chirping, humming, and howling of the birds, bugs, and monkeys. He sighed to himself; this was the life. The jungles on Angel Island were almost like the jungles back at his home. He decided to pick up the pace of his running, just to see how fast he could go (and to brag to Knuckles about his speed because he was faster than the echidna who seemed to always rub it in his face that he beat him in combat all the time), when suddenly something banged into his lower leg and the armadillo went flying flat onto his face.
"Ow," he said as he tenderly got sat up and began to wipe mud out of his eyes and face. "I couldn't have fallen on my back," he told himself, "no, I have to fall onto my front where I have no shell to protect me," he continued to grumble about his bad luck as he backtracked his steps to see what had tripped him. And what he found, was the oddest looking hammer he had ever seen. It was pink, and the first thing Mighty thought when it saw it was that he reminded him of sweet, beautiful Amy. He touched the hammer, half expecting to explode or disappear, but it didn't so he grabbed it and picked up, almost dropping it because he had prepared his muscles to pick up something very heavy, but this was surprisingly light. He began to examine the handle and after brushing some dirt off of it, he noticed an inscription. It read:
"To Amy, the young mythral-smith, may your forge and life be blessed~Joseph"
"Huh," Mighty whispered, staring at the inscription. What the heck was a mythral smith, and if Amy was one, then how come no one else knew, and lastly, who was Joseph? Mighty tried slamming the hammer on the ground to see if it did anything, and to his surprise, it released cute little hearts popped out and seem to tickle the parts of his body that they landed on, so much that he started to giggle happily, but then he coughed and put on a poker face. What would Knuckles say if he saw him standing around with pink hearts and giggling like a school girl? After a few moments, Mighty decided to find Amy and return her hammer. It seemed important after all. He began running up out of the forest and up a hill, but stopped when he heard Amy's voice.
"I got rid of that old thing," Amy hissed and folded her arms.
"Are you sure, you seemed pretty attached to it. Besides, its not like you hand to get rid of it or anything, I just thought it would be better if you didn't run with it, that's all."
"Well I got rid of it for good. I don't need some dumb old hammer to hinder my speed like that." she turned her back to Rouge and stared out towards the jungle. "You hear me," she mumbled quietly, "you're gone for good, leave me in peace. I was never there, that was never me, I never had you, I never used you. I had no life before.before him." Amy then turned back to Rouge who had tilted her ears ever so slightly forward to hear what Amy was mumbling in vain, but now Amy had a huge smile plastered across her face.
"Okay," she said in an overly cheery voice, "let's go train!"
Mighty stared at the hammer. He didn't understand what was wrong with it; it seemed perfectly useful, and how would she be a mythral-smith or whatever without it? Also if it was a gift from that guy named Joseph, wouldn't he be upset that she threw it away. He stared at it for even longer and contemplated throwing it back into the jungle, but decided against it. It seemed like a far too wasteful thing to do, and he was quite curious about it. How could he get any answers if he didn't have the hammer anymore. Although, he was sure that he couldn't tell Amy at all, at least not yet. It seemed like a touchy subject. For now, he told himself, he would just keep it in the back of his cave till he could ask her about it.
For the next month and a half, Amy was fanatical about her training. She trained long after Rouge had gone to sleep, and she barely saw Knuckles or Mighty who would make bets as to when she would stop running. Mighty always betted that she would run for longer then Knuckles did, and the whole thing resulted in Mighty never having to get his own food because Knuckles had to go do it for him, until finally, Knuckles learned his lesson and stopped betting on Amy. After a that month and a half, Amy was much faster than Rouge, so she told her it was time for her to go visit Mighty and race with him. She reluctantly agreed, but she wasn't as unhappy about it as she would have been a month and a half prior. Mighty still sent her flowers and candy and poems, and they still compared her to rather odd and unromantic objects, but eventually they became less of nuisance and instead a humorous break from her rigorous training. They were the only other thing aside from her training that Amy would allow herself to think about. He always encouraged he too, while she ran, and it made her feel good, and gave her energy when her fear and obsession began to falter. Amy took to hating sleeping, so she barely slept. Her dreams always reverted back to her hammer, which she presumed lost and rusting somewhere in the mighty jungle, and they showed her, the past, before she had known Sonic. It was as if the hammer was punishing her for throwing it away by haunting her with memories she thought she had forgotten long ago.
Rouge had begun to worry about her. It isn't good she told her; even trainees needed sleep, but she wouldn't listen. She wouldn't sleep, couldn't sleep. Her whole life had to be training, had to be new, and had to be rid of everything from back then.
When she moved to go train with Mighty, he greeted her warmly, and she gave him one of her plastered smiles. He stared at her for the longest time and then said,
"Amy, are you sure you're alright? You're eyes look so bloodshot they're almost as pink as your fur!"
"Oh I'm fine!" She said in her fake cheery voice. "Can we run yet?" She answered hastily. She was in no mood to discuss her health. Amy didn't wait for Mighty's reply, she began zigzagging and running back and forth and in circles at phenomenal speeds, around and around. I am no longer Amy, she told herself pushing and running even faster, I am embodiment of speed, I am velocity personified, I am the thing Sonic loves most in this world. She continued running and chanting the her speed prayer which she had taken to doing whenever she trained. Amy continued this for weeks with barely any rest, and Mighty merely watched in awe, and worry, and in turn Knuckles became concerned for his friend. He had never seen the armadillo look so distracted, or his face so drawn.
"What is she doing?" Mighty asked Knuckles nervously after watching Amy run nonstop for the second day in a row; her rest periods were getting even more infrequent.
"I don't know," Knuckles responded with concern, as he smoothed out his dreadlocks. But I think something is wrong."
In response Mighty gave him a look that said "well duh."
"No, I mean more than usual." Knuckles replied. Something is going to happened to day. I'm canceling training. Make sure you watch her carefully."
Mighty nodded slowly and clenched his fists tightly. "My god, Amy, what are you doing to yourself?" He thought to himself and felt tears coming on.
Another hour had passed, and Mighty became distracted by a bug that was slowly crawling up his leg, and as he flicked it off, but suddenly, the air that had been heavy with sonic wind and force seemed to snap and disappear. Mighty looked up fearfully. Amy had fallen, and wasn't moving. He quickly sprung to his feet and charged toward her. She was no longer conscious, but still barely breathing. He picked her up into his arms and ran her back to his cave where he laid her down onto his bed clothes and wrapped in blankets. As he watched her, she looked so weak and lifeless, and tears began to pour from eyes as he began to fear the worst would come next, and she had very little time left. He heard footsteps and he looked up to see Knuckles and Rouge standing in the doorway.
"Is she," Rouge began and brought her hand to her mouth. She was getting to choked up to even finish her sentence.
"Not yet," Mighty replied and looked up at her with tear stained eyes. The sadness of the sight nearly killed Rouge. What had air headed Amy done to herself?
"I know what can help her," Knuckles said gruffly as if to avoid any hints of despair or worry in his voice. "Rouge and I will collect some of the local fruit from around here, and we'll help make something that should help ease her fatigue. A new batch should have just grown in. It'll be very fresh and potent." Knuckles motioned to Rouge, and the both ran off somewhere. Mighty stared back down at the pink hedgehog and softly brushed her quills. Please Amy, make it through this!
Alright that's it for today I guess. Good? Bad? I wrote this really quickly so sorry about grammar issues. I'm sorry if it got all sad like for all you comedy lovers, but it'll get funny again later (or at least I'll try to make it funny). Anyway, there is still more to come, including Sonamy and Mightamy . NEXT TIME ON AMY'S ADMIRER: Curious about the hammer, Joseph, and what a mythral-smith is? It will all be revealed in the next chapter!
"So Knuckles told me you want to enter that race thingy, right?" Rouge said to Amy who was wistfully twirling her hair and munching on a chocolate bar.
"Oh yeah, that," she responded half not paying attention.
"Yes that," Rouge said as she pulled the girl up onto her feet, "and if you expect to win, then you need some training."
".training?" She asked nervously and put her candy bar down, "And what else?"
"Well first off, you're not doing any fast running in that outfit. That skirt is horrible for running," the bat threw some pants and a shirt at Amy which fell right onto her face, "put those on, and leave take your shoes off too."
"Do I have to?" she whined and pulled the clothing off her face, to see Rouge rolling her eyes. "Okay, okay, I will." She hid behind a tree and changed quickly, and she wondered if there was a mirror around. She just hated pants, they didn't offer her the same freedom as a skirt did. She finally came out from behind the bushes and looked at Rouge who had an annoying grin on her face.
"What? What are you laughing at," the hedgehog said indignantly.
"Those pants are so loose on you," she said with a chuckle, "no wonder you can't run or fight that well with such skinny legs! You have no muscle!"
"Hmph well muscles are for boys anyway, it looks ugly on girls." Rouge gave her a look.
"Are you implying that because I have muscles I'm not feminine because if you are, I would be glad to demonstrate how they can be used." Rouge said baring her fangs in fake anger. Actually, she really didn't care, but she loved playing with the air headed hedgehog's head. Amy froze up like a bored and finally got out the word,
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, yeah," she responded and then pointed far away, "I want to test you, alright, I want to see how fast you run right now. And from there, we'll see what we have to work on, and then you're going to race me after some training, and if you can beat me, I'll have you train with Mighty (he's faster to me and can run almost as fast as Sonic), and hopefully by the end of three months you'll be able to run as fast as him or at least almost as fast before the competition starts. Start out by running over there."
Amy nodded and then began to run, with her hammer bouncing behind her.
"WAIT!" Rouge said, and quickly caught up to Amy, "I already see the problem." Amy stopped and looked at her,
"What?" As she took the hammer from Amy's hand, the bat replied,
"This, how can you expect to run with this thing?" Amy scratched her head and nervously ripped the hammer back out of Rouge's hands, and started to hug it close to her.
"I can't get rid of my hammer, you can't make me," she said crying and she turned her back to Rouge, and ran off towards a hill. Rouge didn't bother to follow, she just watched feeling both intrigued and guilty. What did she say that was so wrong? And Why?
Amy sat alone staring at the sun that was just beginning to set and hugged the hammer ever so tighter. No one, nothing, could make her leave it, she told herself, but then her mind began to wander. Rouge was right, she couldn't run very fast with the hammer weighing her down and making her less aerodynamic. She stared at the hammer again for a very long time. Maybe she should just get rid of it, none of her friends ever liked and just made fun of her for having a hammer that makes little pink hearts, and besides, that part of her life was long gone now and over. Her mind began to slip back into memories from a seemingly distant past and lifetime from her own. As soon as she became conscious of what she was doing, she clenched her fist and crunched her face and forced herself to think about something else. So, she began to think about Sonic, her blue hero running ever faster, and she told herself she had to run fast, and she needed to feel the wind in her face. She would have to become Sonic to make him love her because deep down inside she knew that Sonic loved himself, his amazing speed, more than anything else. She stared at her hammer again and hesitated a moment. She looked down the hill, and below it was a heavy jungle, she lifted her arm, with the hammer in her hand and threw it as far as she could, and it landed on the hill and began to bounce down, spraying pink hearts everywhere. One of the hearts hit her leg and gave her the feeling one gets he gets hugged by an old friend, and at that moment she almost raced down the hill, picked up the hammer and put it back in her pockets, but she forced herself not to. She turned and breathed in a few times and then thought of Sonic and charged into a run, and went faster than she had ever gone before. *****
Mighty was racing through the jungle at top speed enjoying the smell of humid air and wild fruit, and listening to the chirping, humming, and howling of the birds, bugs, and monkeys. He sighed to himself; this was the life. The jungles on Angel Island were almost like the jungles back at his home. He decided to pick up the pace of his running, just to see how fast he could go (and to brag to Knuckles about his speed because he was faster than the echidna who seemed to always rub it in his face that he beat him in combat all the time), when suddenly something banged into his lower leg and the armadillo went flying flat onto his face.
"Ow," he said as he tenderly got sat up and began to wipe mud out of his eyes and face. "I couldn't have fallen on my back," he told himself, "no, I have to fall onto my front where I have no shell to protect me," he continued to grumble about his bad luck as he backtracked his steps to see what had tripped him. And what he found, was the oddest looking hammer he had ever seen. It was pink, and the first thing Mighty thought when it saw it was that he reminded him of sweet, beautiful Amy. He touched the hammer, half expecting to explode or disappear, but it didn't so he grabbed it and picked up, almost dropping it because he had prepared his muscles to pick up something very heavy, but this was surprisingly light. He began to examine the handle and after brushing some dirt off of it, he noticed an inscription. It read:
"To Amy, the young mythral-smith, may your forge and life be blessed~Joseph"
"Huh," Mighty whispered, staring at the inscription. What the heck was a mythral smith, and if Amy was one, then how come no one else knew, and lastly, who was Joseph? Mighty tried slamming the hammer on the ground to see if it did anything, and to his surprise, it released cute little hearts popped out and seem to tickle the parts of his body that they landed on, so much that he started to giggle happily, but then he coughed and put on a poker face. What would Knuckles say if he saw him standing around with pink hearts and giggling like a school girl? After a few moments, Mighty decided to find Amy and return her hammer. It seemed important after all. He began running up out of the forest and up a hill, but stopped when he heard Amy's voice.
"I got rid of that old thing," Amy hissed and folded her arms.
"Are you sure, you seemed pretty attached to it. Besides, its not like you hand to get rid of it or anything, I just thought it would be better if you didn't run with it, that's all."
"Well I got rid of it for good. I don't need some dumb old hammer to hinder my speed like that." she turned her back to Rouge and stared out towards the jungle. "You hear me," she mumbled quietly, "you're gone for good, leave me in peace. I was never there, that was never me, I never had you, I never used you. I had no life before.before him." Amy then turned back to Rouge who had tilted her ears ever so slightly forward to hear what Amy was mumbling in vain, but now Amy had a huge smile plastered across her face.
"Okay," she said in an overly cheery voice, "let's go train!"
Mighty stared at the hammer. He didn't understand what was wrong with it; it seemed perfectly useful, and how would she be a mythral-smith or whatever without it? Also if it was a gift from that guy named Joseph, wouldn't he be upset that she threw it away. He stared at it for even longer and contemplated throwing it back into the jungle, but decided against it. It seemed like a far too wasteful thing to do, and he was quite curious about it. How could he get any answers if he didn't have the hammer anymore. Although, he was sure that he couldn't tell Amy at all, at least not yet. It seemed like a touchy subject. For now, he told himself, he would just keep it in the back of his cave till he could ask her about it.
For the next month and a half, Amy was fanatical about her training. She trained long after Rouge had gone to sleep, and she barely saw Knuckles or Mighty who would make bets as to when she would stop running. Mighty always betted that she would run for longer then Knuckles did, and the whole thing resulted in Mighty never having to get his own food because Knuckles had to go do it for him, until finally, Knuckles learned his lesson and stopped betting on Amy. After a that month and a half, Amy was much faster than Rouge, so she told her it was time for her to go visit Mighty and race with him. She reluctantly agreed, but she wasn't as unhappy about it as she would have been a month and a half prior. Mighty still sent her flowers and candy and poems, and they still compared her to rather odd and unromantic objects, but eventually they became less of nuisance and instead a humorous break from her rigorous training. They were the only other thing aside from her training that Amy would allow herself to think about. He always encouraged he too, while she ran, and it made her feel good, and gave her energy when her fear and obsession began to falter. Amy took to hating sleeping, so she barely slept. Her dreams always reverted back to her hammer, which she presumed lost and rusting somewhere in the mighty jungle, and they showed her, the past, before she had known Sonic. It was as if the hammer was punishing her for throwing it away by haunting her with memories she thought she had forgotten long ago.
Rouge had begun to worry about her. It isn't good she told her; even trainees needed sleep, but she wouldn't listen. She wouldn't sleep, couldn't sleep. Her whole life had to be training, had to be new, and had to be rid of everything from back then.
When she moved to go train with Mighty, he greeted her warmly, and she gave him one of her plastered smiles. He stared at her for the longest time and then said,
"Amy, are you sure you're alright? You're eyes look so bloodshot they're almost as pink as your fur!"
"Oh I'm fine!" She said in her fake cheery voice. "Can we run yet?" She answered hastily. She was in no mood to discuss her health. Amy didn't wait for Mighty's reply, she began zigzagging and running back and forth and in circles at phenomenal speeds, around and around. I am no longer Amy, she told herself pushing and running even faster, I am embodiment of speed, I am velocity personified, I am the thing Sonic loves most in this world. She continued running and chanting the her speed prayer which she had taken to doing whenever she trained. Amy continued this for weeks with barely any rest, and Mighty merely watched in awe, and worry, and in turn Knuckles became concerned for his friend. He had never seen the armadillo look so distracted, or his face so drawn.
"What is she doing?" Mighty asked Knuckles nervously after watching Amy run nonstop for the second day in a row; her rest periods were getting even more infrequent.
"I don't know," Knuckles responded with concern, as he smoothed out his dreadlocks. But I think something is wrong."
In response Mighty gave him a look that said "well duh."
"No, I mean more than usual." Knuckles replied. Something is going to happened to day. I'm canceling training. Make sure you watch her carefully."
Mighty nodded slowly and clenched his fists tightly. "My god, Amy, what are you doing to yourself?" He thought to himself and felt tears coming on.
Another hour had passed, and Mighty became distracted by a bug that was slowly crawling up his leg, and as he flicked it off, but suddenly, the air that had been heavy with sonic wind and force seemed to snap and disappear. Mighty looked up fearfully. Amy had fallen, and wasn't moving. He quickly sprung to his feet and charged toward her. She was no longer conscious, but still barely breathing. He picked her up into his arms and ran her back to his cave where he laid her down onto his bed clothes and wrapped in blankets. As he watched her, she looked so weak and lifeless, and tears began to pour from eyes as he began to fear the worst would come next, and she had very little time left. He heard footsteps and he looked up to see Knuckles and Rouge standing in the doorway.
"Is she," Rouge began and brought her hand to her mouth. She was getting to choked up to even finish her sentence.
"Not yet," Mighty replied and looked up at her with tear stained eyes. The sadness of the sight nearly killed Rouge. What had air headed Amy done to herself?
"I know what can help her," Knuckles said gruffly as if to avoid any hints of despair or worry in his voice. "Rouge and I will collect some of the local fruit from around here, and we'll help make something that should help ease her fatigue. A new batch should have just grown in. It'll be very fresh and potent." Knuckles motioned to Rouge, and the both ran off somewhere. Mighty stared back down at the pink hedgehog and softly brushed her quills. Please Amy, make it through this!
Alright that's it for today I guess. Good? Bad? I wrote this really quickly so sorry about grammar issues. I'm sorry if it got all sad like for all you comedy lovers, but it'll get funny again later (or at least I'll try to make it funny). Anyway, there is still more to come, including Sonamy and Mightamy . NEXT TIME ON AMY'S ADMIRER: Curious about the hammer, Joseph, and what a mythral-smith is? It will all be revealed in the next chapter!