Sonica & levee: O.O! You- you guessed it! ...Well I guess it was kind of obvious. I feel compelled to congratulate you, but on the other hand you ruined two entire chapters of plot. Err... thanks a lot? You're a genius? I'm not sure as to what I'm supposed to say in this moment.
Crystal: ..Well, guess some know me better than others. (sweatdrops) Levee and Sonica guessed it right away, but... oh well.
Max: Heh heh... yeah, you're right, but then again if I cared about the fangirls I wouldn't have written this! The Sonic fangirls would rip out my spleen if I let them! Besides, what's the worst they could do? Hug me to death? Please.
Interesting: Yes, very sad. However, I take great joy in Sonic's torture. (squeals faintly at concept of Sonic bleeding to death.)
Isu: Ah, yes, my friend, I am compelled to quote here: "there are much worse things than death." Now why would I kill Sonic when he recieves so much more pain while alive? (grins evilly)
Star the hero chao: Oh, no most certianly not! ..or DO I...?
(Shadow Whacks komodo with stick)"OW! What the- oh you're a dead man, Shadow!"
"You'll never catch me alive!" shadow yelled, running away.
"That's the point!"
And thusly Komodo chased after Shadow with a rifle.
"I guess not everyone can weild the mighty forces of the stick." Hannah announced proudly.
"That sounded so wrong..." Commented Levee, who just so happned to be standing next to her.
"What the hell are we doing in komodo's fanfiction?"
"I don't know... "
"EXCELCIOR!" shouted Bill gates, running across the screen.
...I HAVE to stop doing that...
Anyway, on to other matters... I just went to the most awesome place. Deviantart! It's got great Sonamy fanart. If anyone here is a sonamy junkie (like myself) they MUST check it out!
Tails ran to the nearby museum, Knuckles and Shadow following in utter confusion. They had no idea as to what Tails was doing, and, in all honesty, neither did Tails. The young kitsune had merely heard the words 'if Amy had survived, then' and understood exactly what needed to be done.
Sonic needed Amy. He needed her like a young child needed its mother, like the ocean needed the land. They could not bring Sonic to Amy. So, Tails decided, they needed to bring Amy to Sonic. At first it was a question of how. Amy was dead. What could change that? Then it had struck Tails much like a baseball bat to the head. And now here he was, running towards Sonic's salvation.
"Tails!" Knuckles complained, panting as he sprinted up the museum steps to follow Tails. Shadow walked. "Where in the nine hells are we going?" The red echidna questioned, obviously set in a bad mood by Tails' silence. The fox looked behind him and slowed, stopping at the museum doors and waiting for the two panting adults to reach him.
"Okay, Okay, you remember, waaay back, to one of eggman's very first plots?" Tails asked, jumping around with enthusiasm. Knuckles shrugged, and Shadow shook his head. Tails gaped at them in disbelief. "Oh come on! The time stones? ...Never mind. Anyway, after they were-"
"Wait, I thought that someone destroyed the time stones so that they could never wreck havoc again?" Knuckles said. Tails nodded.
"Partially. They were destroyed only in that instant of time; meaning the time stones would never function within the day that they were destroyed. You can guess how frustrated the government was after they showed back up again."
"Tails! Get to the point!"
"Oh! Sorry! Anyway, they were taken to this museum. We can get access to them, and, if we use them to go back in time to five days ago..." Tails explained, as Knuckles and Shadow's eyes grew wide with understanding and the tree, although Shockingly OOC of them, were thrown into a spat of high-fives and cheering, at which they caught the attention of the security guards. But that comes later.
Sonic stared down at his plate of food, which had been brought to him by one of the nurses. He glared at it. They expected him to eat? Eating meant living. Living meant hurting. Sonic pushed the plate away, and glared at the floor, ignoring his stomach's cries of pain, for he had not eaten for five days. He was only alive to begin with because of the I.V. drip used when he was unconscious, operating on his stab wound. He would succeed this time; he would kill himself by starvation. Phillip's words had held new meaning for him at first, as in maybe he had lived for a reason, but then he realized that would have meant that Amy died for a reason, and if that was so, he didn't care what god's reasons were. It didn't matter.
About an hour ago they had done all the necessary 'tests' and 'scans' to tell him what he already knew; the nerve connection to his entire body had been disabled. They had just realized that his thought process was fine, and were quite astonished with that. Sonic chuckled darkly to himself, to the best of his ability. He would be lucky to become a brain dead vegetable. Maybe if he had stayed under a little longer he would have lost some of his memories of Amy... maybe forgotten her entirely... maybe then he could move on. He eyed the nearby sink. All he would have to do was go over there, inhale a little water... they'd show up in ten minutes to pick up the remainders of his dinner and be too late. Too late to save him this time. Half of his soul grinned at the prospect, while the other half screamed for Amy's love.
He just started to climb off of the bed and attempt to balance on his weak and shaky legs when suddenly the door opened and the doctor and some nurses entered the room, Mr. Phillips walking behind them. Sonic collapsed back into the bed, frustrated that he had been caught. Mr. Phillips stared at him oddly, but the doctor and nurses had given it relatively no notice.
"Well hello, there, Sonic. How are you doing?" The doctor asked in that fake tone of kindness. Sonic glared and tried to move farther away, growing nervous as he saw the unhappy looks on Mr. Phillip and the nurses' faces. The doctor took out something that looked like oversized handcuffs and set them on to the table next to him. Sonic stared at them in terror. What was that? The doctor pulled a couple of the nurses aside and talked to them, setting various equipment on the table. Sonic's breathing quickened. What were they going to do to him? Mr. Phillips walked up to him, and was about to start talking, but then saw his plate of food. He looked to the clock, and then back at Sonic, confused.
"...Sonic, you need to eat. Aren't you starving?" he asked, gesturing to the plate. At first Sonic looked up at him, but his attention was again snapped back to the doctor and nurses as he took out a needle, and handed it to the nearest nurse, soon afterward pointing to Sonic. The blue hedgehog froze. He hated needles. What was going on? He panicked. He wanted Amy. But she was gone. Mr. Phillips looked in the direction that caused Sonic so much terror, and saw the nurse with the needle.
"Now, now, that won't be necessary. Look at him, you're scaring him to death!" Mr. Phillips protested. The young man (the nurse- men can be nurses too!) Exchanged confused looks between the doctor and the therapist. The doctor dismissed Mr. Phillip's comment with a wave of his hand and the nurse again headed towards Sonic with the needle. The little blue hedgehog attempted to shy away but he couldn't move correctly and even as he attempted to whimper out some form of protest the nurse ignored him and gently inserted the needle into his forearm. Sonic shuddered and attempted to jerk away but it stung terribly and he eventually lay still; too afraid of the pain.
He wasn't sick. He didn't need to be here. The nurse Carefully took the needle out of his arm, and disposed of it before going back to the doctor. Sonic whimpered. He wasn't sick. He wanted to go home.
"Really, Sir, I don't think this is necessary, just today I got a response from him and I really don't think-"
"You see that scar on his stomach! He stabbed himself! What makes you think he wouldn't do it again?" The doctor protested. More nurses neared Sonic with the over-sized handcuffs, which made Sonic attempt to squirm out of their reach, but fail miserably as he felt himself grow weak and numb from whatever had been injected into his arm. The nurses, not put off by Sonic's misery, quickly, (and not very gently) applied the handcuffs to Sonic's wrists and ankles. The little blue hedgehog cried. He felt hopeless and incapable, and now he felt like a prisoner. A prisoner of these four white walls, a prisoner of his own body! But mostly, a prisoner to his misery...
They would not let him die. He would not let himself live. It was a hopeless cycle of pain.
"You have to understand that if we don't restrain him and keep him drugged then we risk him hurting himself or those around him."
"I- ...I understand."
"Good."
Sonic's eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep before he could hear the rest of their conversation.
Ahh, again I get into the bad habit of going off into a serious and emotional scene and then spoil it with some witty banter. Heh heh. I'm such a moron.
Arg! It's terrible. I really want to draw some big, passionate Sonamy thing for my upcoming website -and to dedicate to the ending scene of this fic- (I know you're all looking forward to both.) but I have no idea what to do. Please give your suggestions! Some really nice Sonamy scene to draw!
The chapter was too short, wasn't it? Don't worry; next chap will be up very soon!
And Levee, how would you feel about doing a 'round-robin' story with me and Zozma? She'll write the first chapter, I'll write the second chapter, you'll write the third chapter, and we can all post it on our accounts!