If you don't know already, this is in Amy's point of view. Also, this is 10 years after the ARK thing so the characters are older. Got that? READ ON!

Chapter 1

I woke up with a loud groan, sitting up and stretching my arms to welcome the new day... in an empty bed. Sonic was gone, like he usually is this time of morning. Most likely he was at Tails' workshop in the Mystic Ruins, eating and drinking everything in hindsight. Even though I had grown accustomed to his sudden leave of absence in the morning I did wish that he were here so I could tell him about my dream. The dreams seemed so realistic; too realistic for my liking but I cannot let those illusions of the mind trouble me. I was Amy Rose, the bright and cheerful girl that didn't let anything get in her way.

Without a thought I went through my daily morning regimens without a single thought; it was like my body was programmed to perform these tasks with uniform precision. When I was fully clothed I went back into my tiny bedroom to make the bed up. If I didn't do it right now, it would never get done. Sonic was never tidy or considerate enough to make the bed, or at least clean up around the apartment. I had to clean up empty beer cans that littered our living room every night that Sonic and his friends had a get-together. I really didn't mind it; Sonic was just enjoying his life, a 'free spirit' my mother would call him.

My hands slid across the silken layers of bedding that dotted my bed. The radiant crimson color of the sheets reminded me of the blood that Sonic and so many others shed in the dreams so I stood up and walked away. It was time for me to go anyway.

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The ride on the train was an uncomfortable one with a boatload of archaeologists riding it to the Mystic Ruins to excavate an ancient echidnae burial site near the temple. I had to stand up and hold on to the metal bars so I would not fall down and make a fool of myself, much less get seriously hurt. Sweaty bodies pressed up against me as the men tried to get comfortable in the cramped compartment; it was a little too close for comfort in my opinion. All I could see was their flabby pale flesh glistening in the intense heat that their bodies were generating. The men reeked of a mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The smell was so horrible I started to gag continuously. Luckily, we were near the Mystic Ruins station so I didn't have to endure the rank torture for long.

"Mystic Ruins." the monotonous computer voice uttered over the loudspeaker. I was the first one off as the doors opened, pushing and shoving my way through the dense cloud of people. Before I was out a flabby stomached man that reeked of beer grabbed my hand and whispered "Where you going Missy? Want to have some fun?"

"Definitely not with you." I retorted, snatching my hand away.

With a loud snort of discontent I was off again, running down the staircase in a hasty retreat from the station. Unlucky for my I tripped on the last step and fell flat on my face. I could feel the short skirt that I was wearing ride up to my waist, exposing my rear end to any pervert that wanted to see it.

"Can this day get any worse?" I muttered to myself, getting a cloud of dust in my face for my actions.

Sadly, the answer to my question was 'Yes, it can'.

"AMY!" I heard Sonic scream above me. "WATCHA DOIN' ON THE GROUND THERE?"

My face flushed instantly at the sound of his voice. I managed to pull down my skirt, sit up, and dust myself of in one quick movement. "Uh, nothing."

"Giving everyone a free peep show eh?" I looked up into his eyes, the emerald green eyes showed great amusement and a bit of compassion. He offered me a gloved hand; I took it reluctantly and let him pull me up with an amazing bit of strength.

"You OK there Amy?" he asked, a concerned look appearing on his face. Right then I wanted to tell him everything that I was experiencing with those nightmares but I didn't want him to be worried about me so I answered the question like I usually did when he or someone else asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He wrapped right arm around me and grabbed my right hand with his left, examining it closely.

"Hmm. You've got a little cut here on your wrist. Want Daddy to kiss it and make it better."

"Nah, but you can give me a kiss on the cheek if you want."

"Hmm.. NAH!" He let go of me and started to run in the direction on Tails' workshop, his blue quills flapping behind him. "Race ya to Tails' house!"

"Oh come on Sonic!" I wailed, staggering behind him. "You know who's going to win!"

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"Mmm. Delicious..." Sonic murmured between bites, stuffing pancake after pancake in his already filled mouth. "You're a great cook Cream. Maybe you could give Amy some lessons."

"So-nic." I muttered, giving him a warning glare but he didn't notice it.

"Why thank you!" Cream twirled around in a circle, taking a shaky bow. Her huge ears flapped continuously as she poured more batter into the hot pan on the stove, humming a tune as she did so.

I watched in amazement as Sonic finished the humungous plate of pancakes and readied the plate for another batch by licking the plate clean of syrup.

"Eat the plate will ya?!" I grunted, already angry at him for his previous comment. "You're such a pig."

"Oink Oink."

"Why don't you have some breakfast Amy? I've got plenty." Cream asked sweetly, looking at me with those huge eyes.

"I'm not hungry. Thanks for asking Cream."

"Oh no prob!"

"More for me!" my boyfriend screamed, grinning from ear to ear. "Now come on woman! Where's the grub?"

With a heavy sigh I stood up from the breakfast table and walked out of the kitchen, ignoring Cream's questions and Sonic's wail of protest. Neither one of them would like to hear about my dreams. Cream's too caught up with satisfying everyone while Sonic, he's just being himself. All they would say is 'It was just a bad dream' or 'You might want to see a psychologist'. That was definitely not what I wanted to hear. The only person that would probably understand me and give some good advice was Sonic's best friend and Cream's beau Tails. He was probably tinkering around with some machine or something.

I breathed in some fresh air as I stepped out of the house, smiling softly as I did so. It was such a beautiful day; fluffy clouds drifting across the blue sky; the birds chirping happily in their trees sprouting leaves and fresh fruit ripe for the picking. The sun peeked out from behind a scraggly cloud, drowning me in its glowing incandescence. Everything was perfect. Suddenly, I heard a loud clank; like metal hitting metal. I wouldn't have been bothered by the sound if I hadn't of heard someone scream.

"AHHHHHHH!" the masculine voice drifted into my ears, almost breaking my eardrums. I instantly recognized who the voice belonged to. Tails.

I HATE THIS CHAPTER. I HATE THIS CHAPTER.