Lightning-Dono: Um...here I am? I'm juggling three projects, articles for the school newspaper, and a band concert right now, so I don't have time to update a lot. Which is why this chapter is very short.

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Inferno-Hero – xD -announcer voice- And Tails is out of the ballgame! –ends tone of voice- Oh, don't worry about that. Plots wriggling away from me from burrowed tunnels are what make everything interesting, ne? Yes, all stories are like that. My Language Arts teacher says that you want to keep the reader guessing. :) Knuckles will come in eventually! I just need to find a way to put him in! Oh, don't worry. I won't be updating very fast anymore. -.-

Shadow's Dark Angel – Shadow will make his appearance in the new future! Stay tuned for Shadow's eventual appearance! (Sorry, I have a low fever and I feel weird. oO;)

Sky the Hedgehog – Don't worry, Amy won't become a goth since it was just messed up make-up. Why and how? Because I said so. :P Hey! Stop predicting story lines:X Just kidding – it was going to be something like that, but last night I came up with something even better.

inuhinamoongrl – No sweat! Oh, yes, being kidnapped is ritual for the Sonic cast by now, seeing how much Eggman kidnaps them.

Ri2 – No, it's not. :) Tails isn't nuts enough to keep a giant robot, mind you.

Kiozono.pop – Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it – I'll be sure to write more!

RemedyTheThief – -sighs- Looks like I AM stuck with you! –sob- Just kidding. :P You know I'm not being serious, but if you did, I apologize! ;.; Thank you!

Sofia – SANKUUUU! I'm glad you like it!

sonicfangrl12 – Aw, poor Amy! Don't sacrifice the pink-ness! (I don't like the color, but...eh.) Bye, bye!

signo the hedgehog – Thank you! I'm glad you liked the cliffhanger! In reality, Rouge doesn't like Sonic, but he's slowly growing on her, little by little. But truth to be told, if you walked out of the movies and someone collapsed next to you, you'd be a little worried, right?

ShadowIsCool – Tee-hee, thanks! I know, isn't Sonic just a little bastard? o.o I know I promised to continue this, but it's really hard with all the work I'm doing.

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Judge a man by how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

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Dark. The world felt like it was spinning, flames and ice crashing inside a mental picture that transformed into a physical attribute. Miles of jungle disappeared beneath the roaring fire that spread through his body, burning like a million crystals jabbing deeply into his body. Colors from a random, spiraling vortex sucked him into it,

Sonic woke up shaking as though he were suffering from hypothermia when he truly had a fever of one-hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit. A cool cloth was pressed to his forehead, seeping the cold goodness into his inflamed pores. It had been applied before he had collapsed halfway down the stairs on his trek to the kitchen to find the medicine. Upon collapsing from dizziness, he lay for a few minutes at the bottom, pain searing through his nerves. After he had recovered, he had managed to drag himself into the kitchen, where he had seriously considered calling his doctor to pay him a home visit. But that was when he found that his throat was so dry from breathing with his mouth open the whole day it didn't permit him to speak into the phone without him sounding like a dying frog.

After drinking something, because his nose was stuffed and he had run clear out of tissues, he started breathing through his mouth again...which left his throat parched after a total of two minutes.

This is stupid, Sonic thought to himself miserably, suddenly feeling as though someone were clamping his head with a metal hand and squeezing. I hate this couch. Amy and I sat on it last summer...I hate Amy.

Sonic knew that he was deliberately lying to himself about all of this. Every word he lashed out to his love for her recoiled back at him whenever he saw her face in his mind, her eyes teary and her voice sounding so broken he just wanted to hug her. It seemed as though every time he met her eyes these days, the two jewels instantaneously poured over with a billion, aqua-blue diamonds. But he also convinced himself that he was a new man now, that he no longer wanted to poison his reputation by having contact with losers like his old friends, who shared no ambition. All in all, he felt that they had no life. Everything they did was as futile as that wire Amy had broken at their argument months ago.

He remembered telling her that she could leave if she wanted to bring in her romantic aura into his house, and after resisting, she departed his home and never returned, refusing to even apologize. In her rage, she had snapped the wire from his TV, screaming all the while, and whipped him with it.

Not only had he become partially deaf for a day, but Sonic still had the goddamn, cursed scar on his otherwise unblemished shoulder. Ever since he had first received that sign of loathing, he had feared every lover who came his way, until he saw Rouge. She was a figure in his past that he would never forget – suave, cool, and calm; never filled with lament. The feminine bat was not volatile, so Sonic had been transfigured that no matter how he played his game, she wouldn't hurt a hair on his timid body.

Except Rouge was clearly adding to the already growing number of problems in his mind. Whenever he saw her, she would angrily counter his remarks with something to express her contempt with his existence. Sonic didn't think this was particularly fair, but he didn't do anything to stop it. She was simply cute when she was angry. Or perhaps, he thought to himself with scorn, I'm just afraid of her.

Guilt washed over his timid, fever-bitten mind as he wrestled half-heartedly with this situation. Either he could apologize or leave Amy and his friends thinking he was the little ditcher he really was.

He didn't like the consequences popping up in his mind for the latter.

On legs of slowly dripping jelly, he flopped his way to the phone and carried it back to the couch, dialing the numbers heavily as he did so. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that the sound of his footsteps were reverberating throughout his entire home. Sonic sat there, listening intently to the beep on the phone as it tried to connect to the number and urged the person on the other line to pick up.

"Hello?" Crowed a voice that was thick with an Italian-accent. Amy's maid.

"Heyah. This is Sonic the Hedgehog and I would like to speak to Amy Rose."

There was a shuffling noise on the other end, which sounded like the crackling of paper being crumpled continuously. "I apologize, but the Mistress is not home. I will take a message, though!" Came the blithe reply. A pan made collision with another metallic cooking instrument.

"Nah, I'll call back later," Sonic replied, wincing and hanging up before any further damage was made to his eardrums.

Apparently, Amy wasn't there because she was either too mad and went to vent or was having the time of her life elsewhere. Tired, Sonic retired to the pillow and TV, forgetting that the phone was even there. She'll come here and say something. Knowing her...

What he didn't know, was that Amy was more likely to get crushed to death than return.

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I know, it was short and pathetic, but like I said, projects! -cries- I promise that the next one will be better and my writing won't be so bad and riddled with so many grammatical and spelling errors (if there are any, but I bet there are.).