Visions: Chapter 3
A.N: I'm SO sorry that it took so long to come up with the chapter but I've been really busy with school and all. I'm also sorry that this chapter is so short. Pweeze forgive meh'! ^ ^
I entered the fortune telling booth with great reluctance, letting Sonic pull me in the elaborately decorated tent by the hand like a small child. Inside the tent was beautiful, metallic fabrics in vivid colors were strewn all over the encampment, giving it a gypsy-like atmosphere. An oak table stood in the middle of it all, draped in a sheer magenta scarf. Like in any fortune telling booth a crystal ball sat in the middle of the table, a mysterious foggy haze surrounding it. In the chair behind the table sat an elderly Gypsy woman adorned with about ten rings on every wrinkled finger. A bright colored scarf covered the lower half of her face, adding mystery and intrigue to her apearance. Like the inside of her tent she was draped in metallic fabric, making her look authentic.
"Hello there you two!" she said with a foreign accent as Sonic and I took a seat in front of the crystal ball. "What do you want to know? Something about marriage? Children? Love? Or perhaps, infidelity?"
"You're a psychic aren't you supposed to know that already?" Sonic huffed under his breath, causing me to kick him from under the table.
"No ma'am, I'm here to ask for some guidance about some dreams I've been having."
"Oh yes child! Tell me about them!"
"Well, I've been having these dreams about all of my friends. In them , they all die horrific deaths. They reoccur every night and I haven't been able to get any sleep because of them. What scares me the most is that I am a bit psychic myself and I mostly have some of my visions in my sleep. I want to know if these dreams mean something and I also want to know how I can stop them."
The psychic's eyes furrowed in a confused sort of way as she took my left hand in both of hers. Her palms felt rough and calluoused from hard work. She closed her eyes, humming a monotonous tone for about five seconds.
"I can feel an evil aura surrounding you my child." She said in a hushed voice, opening her eyes. "The Spirit World is telling me that you are in fact a 'chosen one', a person that has premonitions of the future. If you said that you had experienced these dreams only once I would have shrugged it off as a mere nightmare but since they are reoccuring I would have to say that they are in fact premonitions. There is really no way of stopping them. They will stop though but it will be at the time that the events actually happen."
I snatched my hand out of her grasp, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I could not see anything, only a dark haze surrounded me. Then as quick as a flash, visions of decaying carcasses appeared in front of me. I could feel the dampness that surrounded them, I could smell the rank odor of death that enveloped them, and I could touch their slimy flesh and fur. I had already came to the grim realization that these were my friends, their souls long gone from their bodies. Hundreds of slimy maggots covered their fur and skin, concealing their identity from me. I wanted to run away and get out of this place but my feet would not move, it was like the soles of my feet were glued to the ground beneath me.
"Amy Rose." A scratchy voice as dry as the autum leaves whispered directly in my ear. "This is your fate also. You shall join your friends in Hell where you belong."
I turned in the direction of the voice, screaming in pure terror at the owner of it. A dark hooded cape hung off of dry bone as the Grim Reaper himself pointed a fleshless finger at me, staring at me out of his eyeless sockets.
I'll stop here for now people. Hope you like it! ^ ^
A.N: I'm SO sorry that it took so long to come up with the chapter but I've been really busy with school and all. I'm also sorry that this chapter is so short. Pweeze forgive meh'! ^ ^
I entered the fortune telling booth with great reluctance, letting Sonic pull me in the elaborately decorated tent by the hand like a small child. Inside the tent was beautiful, metallic fabrics in vivid colors were strewn all over the encampment, giving it a gypsy-like atmosphere. An oak table stood in the middle of it all, draped in a sheer magenta scarf. Like in any fortune telling booth a crystal ball sat in the middle of the table, a mysterious foggy haze surrounding it. In the chair behind the table sat an elderly Gypsy woman adorned with about ten rings on every wrinkled finger. A bright colored scarf covered the lower half of her face, adding mystery and intrigue to her apearance. Like the inside of her tent she was draped in metallic fabric, making her look authentic.
"Hello there you two!" she said with a foreign accent as Sonic and I took a seat in front of the crystal ball. "What do you want to know? Something about marriage? Children? Love? Or perhaps, infidelity?"
"You're a psychic aren't you supposed to know that already?" Sonic huffed under his breath, causing me to kick him from under the table.
"No ma'am, I'm here to ask for some guidance about some dreams I've been having."
"Oh yes child! Tell me about them!"
"Well, I've been having these dreams about all of my friends. In them , they all die horrific deaths. They reoccur every night and I haven't been able to get any sleep because of them. What scares me the most is that I am a bit psychic myself and I mostly have some of my visions in my sleep. I want to know if these dreams mean something and I also want to know how I can stop them."
The psychic's eyes furrowed in a confused sort of way as she took my left hand in both of hers. Her palms felt rough and calluoused from hard work. She closed her eyes, humming a monotonous tone for about five seconds.
"I can feel an evil aura surrounding you my child." She said in a hushed voice, opening her eyes. "The Spirit World is telling me that you are in fact a 'chosen one', a person that has premonitions of the future. If you said that you had experienced these dreams only once I would have shrugged it off as a mere nightmare but since they are reoccuring I would have to say that they are in fact premonitions. There is really no way of stopping them. They will stop though but it will be at the time that the events actually happen."
I snatched my hand out of her grasp, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I could not see anything, only a dark haze surrounded me. Then as quick as a flash, visions of decaying carcasses appeared in front of me. I could feel the dampness that surrounded them, I could smell the rank odor of death that enveloped them, and I could touch their slimy flesh and fur. I had already came to the grim realization that these were my friends, their souls long gone from their bodies. Hundreds of slimy maggots covered their fur and skin, concealing their identity from me. I wanted to run away and get out of this place but my feet would not move, it was like the soles of my feet were glued to the ground beneath me.
"Amy Rose." A scratchy voice as dry as the autum leaves whispered directly in my ear. "This is your fate also. You shall join your friends in Hell where you belong."
I turned in the direction of the voice, screaming in pure terror at the owner of it. A dark hooded cape hung off of dry bone as the Grim Reaper himself pointed a fleshless finger at me, staring at me out of his eyeless sockets.
I'll stop here for now people. Hope you like it! ^ ^
