Wind in Fur
By Me.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings in this story. No, not even that one.
Sonic ran. It was something he was known for, but he did it today simply to get a little peace of mind. A song ran through his mind, occupying his attention as his feet padded across the ground swiftly, eyes absently watching the green grass shooting by him as he ran, not running for any real reason- Oh, sure, he said it was for a bit of exercise, but really, it was just a chance to get some peace.
His mind drifted back to Arc… And the death of Shadow. He'd wondered for a while why Shadow had looked so much like him… It seemed like such a strange coincidence. Gah! No! This wasn't the time for him to be brooding on friends- As Shadow had been in the end- but just to have a bit of peace and quiet.
He looked up towards the sky- The spooky Arc still hung there, yet now, it was somehow encouraging- After all, they'd beaten that, what other dangers could there be for them? He continued running, letting himself drift away from the world around him, and just concentrating, on the feel of the slight shock as the shoes carefully reflected the force back into the ground, keeping his legs from getting shattered by the high speeds he kept- Sonic didn't know much about how they worked, but he was glad they did. The wind blowing through his fur, quite intense really… He felt peaceful.
Unbidden, the memories came back- He'd cheated death more times than any one person should. When he defeated Chaos all those times, beating both the penultimate, and the ultimate life form… And when he'd unlocked the Chaos Control. That had been an interesting moment…
He shook his head again, and concentrated on the bite of the wind- At these speeds, even a scorching hot day would feel fairly cool. Anything other than the memories of Amy… frightened for his life.
He sighed, and continued running. Running, like he always ran. Running from his fears, running to his enemies, running with the wind, just running… It defined him. It was all he had, sometimes.
But then, it wasn't. He always had his friends. Certainly they might be a bit overzealous, case in point Knuckles, but they were always there to back him up. He trusted them. He smiled.
Things were looking a bit brighter.
The wind kept blowing.
Notes: Yeah. I know. It was awful. Well, if you can tell me anything that might help… Feel free. It's mainly just an excuse to type a bit, after having listened to a song that really had very little to do with this.