I am Sonic
By Unit 03
Chapter 6: I'm Sorry
Amy raced through the forest, frantically searching for her hero. She wrapped around trees, rushed through bushes, not caring about the scratches on her skin. Amy cried out his name, then made silence. She listened for him. She heard a whimper nearby, a glimpse of blue through the brown and green. Amy ran her heart out to him; soon everything... time, space, her own heart... everything came to a stop. She saw a frightening scene that almost forced her to run away.
Sonic was on his knees clutching his left arm tightly. The blast had torn away the skin and flesh from his left arm below the elbow. But that was not what scared her. Bones were still there, but made of metal and held together by tiny motors. His left hand still moved and made as fist as if trying to subdue the pain. Amy had a million questions race through her at once. She started stepping back when Sonic turned pain-stricken eyes to her. His eyes remained dry and without a trace of tears. Sonic saw her moving away and cried out.
"Amy! You promised!" his words were raspy and difficult. Deep pain was overwhelming him, making speech hard. Amy stopped dead in her tracks at Sonic's words. She was still terrified as she slowly moved towards Sonic.
A thin clear liquid with traces of pink ran out of the wound and down the metal bones. Sonic was clasping down on the remaining flesh, which was not red but an eerieblack, in a feverish attempt to stop the flow. Amy still could not speak.
"Amy, what happened to me?" Sonic asked, looking back in horror at his arm. Amy didn't reply. She swallowed a big gulp before taking action. Her hand shook as she placed it on Sonic's right shoulder, trying to give him comfort she herself did not have. Sonic closed his eyes; his faced told a story. Anger, fear, and shame all battled for control of him now.
Amy decided that she needed to be the strong one this time. She grabbed the skirt of her dress and ripped a thick strand of it all across the bottom, severely shortening the length of coverage. She took that piece of fabric to Sonic's injured arm. Sonic watched in awe as she wrapped it around the exposed black flesh, tying it tightly so as stop the flow of the apparent blood. Sonic let go; the flow had stopped a lot, but drops would get by now and again. He looked to her sad eyes.
"Amy, what happened to me?" he asked; getting up, the pain subsiding but still there.
"I-I don't know." She had no response, but free-flowing tears let him know she felt pain along with him.
"Amy..." He spoke as if her name gave him comfort.
"I'm sorry."
AN: Sorry if this one wasn't to my usual quality. As many of you have seen, it's been a while since I've last written. I promise the conclusion will be absolutely mind blowing.