Disclaimer: Sonic and co. belong to their respected creators. Only the other characters are mine.
Hello, I just started a new story! Not a oneshot. Okay, this first chapter may seem very confusing and short, sorry about that. But I believe this should be that way considering how the tone of the next chapter will be, which will come soon, if your interested. Also, if you expect a happy, fluffy romance then leave now. I'm trying something here to see how I would do. It's a story that was locked inside my head for a while. Is it bad? Good? Well, you'll have to read on! And no flames please.
Chapter 1- Rain
"Man, what a horrible day."
He walked through the park of Station Square, his coat buttoned tightly as he hunched down to shield himself from the bitter cold. The thirty-year old human had just come from the office of his mediocre job that paid only enough for the rent and food. After eight hours of pencil-pushing, stacking meaningless documents, and sucking up to a boss that was too cheap to give even one measly raise, he was gladdened by the fact that he would soon be home. Maybe he would order a pizza or something and then call his girlfriend and see how she was doing on her visit to her parents. (He was beginning to miss her). Then he would just lie back on the couch to watch some T.V, even though only reality crap was ever on nowadays.
"Can't believe people fell for that stupid shit," he muttered, indignant.
It was about eight p.m and the sky was extremely dark. No stars were out except a tiny sliver of the pale moon that provided little light. The wind kept blowing relentlessly, pricking the man's skin like tiny daggers. He quickened his pace through the park. He did not like walking there at this hour, but it was the fastest way home.
"They could at least put some damn streetlights around here," he complained in a low voice.
He suddenly heard a large boom, like a gunshot. He literally jumped five feet in the air.
"What the hell?"
He watched as the black sky was cut by a white, jagged streak. Droplets of water fell from above. "Oh great, just great!"
He raised his coat over his head from the downpour that was growing by the second. With each step he cursed against Mother Nature. He just knew that God was out to get him. Another booming thunder followed, along with the flickering lightning which illuminated his pathway. So it wasn't long before he saw him.
The man halted in his jog and stared. There was a figure lying on the ground, curled in a fetal position, his face turned away from the observer, showing only his backside. The lightning flashed once again, revealing the seemingly unconscious person's deathly white skin.
Drawn by concern and curiosity, the man walked slowly toward the unmoving body. Rain continued to pour from the heavens, drenching the earth below. He kneeled down.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.
No answer.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
Coming to the conclusion that this person was way gone, the man reached into his coat pocket then cursed when he realized he had left his cell phone on his office desk. Now he was stuck in an abandoned park with a (supposedly) dead body, with no means of contacting anyone for help.
"How can this day possibly get any worse?"
Before he could even finish, he then felt something grab his wrist. It was cold and sharp, almost burning. Surprised and in pain, he looked down to see what was holding him.
"What? No-"
Eyes widened as he saw violet.
He heard words spoken over and over.
His mouth opened, but did not close.
Well, that was fun. Yes, I am so close. Yes. Very close. Just a little longer. Just a bit.
He walked in unhurrying steps, the rain growing harder. There was nothing on his face, nothing but the rain that slid across. With a smile, he watched the fantastic show the sky was delivering; lightning daggers with deep rumbles.
He looked back to the other lying on the ground, mouth still wide open.
The white skinned one sighed in satisfaction as he held the precious entity in his hand, dripping scarlet. The violet eyes glinted with exultation.
Soon…
He whispered treasured words over and over like a spell.
Like a curse.
The rain poured.