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As Amy stood ready, she was greeted by only the sight of the barn off in the distance. That must have been what she saw. The only sign of its age was its chipped and faded paint. The building still appeared rather new.

"I must be getting jumpy to let that spook me," Amy laughed nervously advancing on for a closer look of it.

"I wonder why I didn't notice the barn before?" The barn was completely intact which made Amy question what could have happened to the house. The officer mentioned it was destroyed, but he didn't say why or how. Amy dismissed this and went for the barn.

As she walked, another thought entered her mind. Why was she doing this? If indeed someone had destroyed the car, and was hiding in that barn, what would stop him from hurting her? Despite her heads protest, Amy's feet continued to walk on.

On her arrival at the large double-door entrance of the barn, Amy began to have a sick feeling in her stomach. What could she be getting herself into? Yet she wanted to know what lay beyond the door, the truth to that little mystery, or just worn out farming equipment. Only one way to find out.

Amy pushed on the heavy doors, hoping to move them. No such luck.

"Hmm, there must be another way in."

Amy headed around the back of the barn and looked it over. Several feet above her head was a small opening, maybe a window.

"How I'm I going to get up there?" There were no objects she could use to climb on or a ladder. Amy sat down resting against the building. The wetness of the morning dew and late night rain had dried nicely under the heat of the sun. Unfortunately, this weather would always remind her of spring days with loved ones. No matter what she did, love always seemed to be an issue of concern for her. Her heart sank. Sonic was everything she could hope for in a relationship. Or so she thought. Maybe he had the right idea. Friendship was easier to come by than love, and defiantly more rewarding. Amy tossed this idea around until others entered. Still a friendship requires general love...

Bang

Amy jumped at the startling sound behind her. Not that of a gun shot, but of something heavy hitting the ground. Rising to her feet, Amy stumbled as she made her get away from the barn. But This Proved It! Someone was in the barn. Mixed deep in her perceptions, Amy ran further into the fields. Soon she could no longer see the road or the dilapidated farm house. At this point, Amy stopped her running to catch her breath. Whatever that was could still be at the barn, or worse, coming after her right now! This worried Amy more.

"What should I do?" Panic had over taken the girl.

Amy looked out north ahead of her. The field lead to a forest that continued on for miles. This forest surrounded the fields on all side except the way she had come. Perhaps this was what she deserved for coming out here to meddle into other affaires. If she were to travel north-west in there, she should eventually come onto the Station Square Railway. She could follow the tracks right into the heart of Station Square. Problem with this was she would have to find the tracks before night fell. It was now going on 11:45. Did she honestly think she would be able to make it in time? This idea was out.

"Maybe if I walk west, I would be able to clear this field, and walk right back to the road."

Yes this idea had promise. Using the sun for direction, Amy turned west only to see more lush forest. Amy began to think again.

Maybe, he ran when he made that noise. Or maybe just rats tipped a can over or something. Perhaps she could just head back the way she came. Fear clenched her. Taking the chance of going back was a risk Amy wasn't willing to take. Tired and hungry, Amy set out west.

"All I have to do is walk far enough to pass this barn, then simply walk back out onto the road." Repeating her course of action seemed to help her cope with the idea of hiking in the woods. Avoiding low branches and stepping over large stones, Amy became a bit acrophobic of her surroundings. The trees seemed to loom over her, each branch grabbing out to take hold of her. The dark, forbearing limbs pointing the way to either her freedom or demise. Amy began to sincerely wish she never came this way. Grim thoughts stuck out in her mind. What if the killer was hiding in the woods, running just like she was? What if he was behind her? Amy quickly looked over her shoulder. Seeing nothing, Amy moved her focused back in front of her. What if the killer was hiding somewhere left of her? What if right? These misconceptions began to get to her. Amy became more fearful then when she was sitting against the barn. She slowly began to gain speed. She was just going to run, she was going to leave this field behind, and she was never going to do something like this ever again. Dodging plants, tripping on minor rocks and twigs, Amy's mind was over loaded with the thought of being found. Soon she wasn't concentrating on where she was going, just on getting away. Every sound she heard was another step the slayer took to get to her. Watching over her shoulder, eyeing his every more, predicting his attack, Amy became somewhat unaware of her surroundings.

Amy, so frantic in her speculations, tripped for the final time that morning. On her land, she struck her head against something hard. Passing out, Amy lay still. Before closing her eyes, she could hear the wind blow softly, the birds sing quietly, and the crunching of leaves under the weight of someone walking.

It was about six in the afternoon when Amy came to. She slowly sat up and rubbed the back of her head.

"What happened?" The wind answered her with a cool breeze. The memory of the run came back to mind. Immediately she stood up. Amy pulled out her hammer and stood ready for action. Her eyes darted around scouting the area. She saw no signs of her attacker, nor the foot prints that should have been left behind.

Was it all in her imagination? Was she even being chased before?

"I really am a fool." Amy dropped her hammer to the ground and sat upon it. What was she thinking, coming out here to investigate a car accident? Now she had no way of figuring out which way she had come from, or which way she should go.

"Great," She sighed. "I'm lost in the woods, it's gonna be dark soon, I have no way to call for help, and I still have no idea how this stupid car crashed!" Her anger began to rise. She had truly done something foolish. Amy stood up. Grabbing her hammer, she took her wrath out on the nearest thing to her, a large rock, most likely the one she hit her head on. Amy put all her might, frustration, fear, and love into that blow. When the mallet made contacted, Amy froze for a moment. She breathed heavily from the excretion, then removed the mallet. The rock had split in two from the shock. Not even noticing her accomplishment, Amy fell to her knees and began to sob. What could she do from here? If she tried to continue walking, she might end up going the wrong way. Then she would still be stranded. But sitting here would only leave her exposed to the woods at night without any defense. It would be better to try. Amy wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly stood up. Through all the trees, Amy couldn't tell the sun's exact position. She took her best guess, and headed hopefully back east.

Even after walking for a few minutes, Amy couldn't see anything familiar from her previous run. Of course, she wasn't really looking at her surroundings before.

"This is my best chance of getting home," Amy said to herself, "I have to keep walking." By night fall, Amy felt no closer to her destination then when she first started. The air was cold and crisp. The shadows that once scared her in her apartment were back, and now frightening her with no means to rid of them. The wind began to howl as the creatures of the night came out of hiding. Amy hugged her sleeveless arms for warmth. The noises of this strange place confused her and seemed to taunt her in her lost condition. Suddenly, Amy heard something behind her. She quickly turned around to see nothing. Amy started for a moment. Was someone following her? The feelings of being watched became strong, but she wasn't going to run this time. Whatever it was that wanted to get her was about to receive a fight. Amy prepared herself mentally as she readied her hammer. She was going to beat this. Amy reversed herself back to her path. Her eyes widened with fear. Though all she could see was the outline of a person, it was enough to freeze her in place. The figure made its way toward her, completely covered in darkness. It wasn't in a hurry to attack her, which was evident in its slow motion. Amy shook herself of the fear and faced it ready to go. This time, there were no other options but to fight.

A/N:

K0m0d0-342 Thanks for reviewing.Yes, it is a cliche idea, but I did not want Sonic to be a jerk and snap at her. Plus it does leave the opening for possible Sonamy, I'll let you know as soon I do.

bloodxtearz Glad to see your enjoying this fic. I do like cliff hangers. I am trying to have as many as possible without becoming redundant.

ShadowandKnucklesgirlforever Hope your enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying yours. I didn't leave a review on your story, but I did mark it as a fav. Thanks for the compliment on writing a good first fan fic.

Remedy the Thief Wow I'm a favorite of yours. Thanks! Suspense is what I'm accidently aiming at. Angst just happens to be there, too. To be honest, I only have a vague idea about the turn out of this story. I know where I want it to go, now I needed to do is get there. Thanks again for the review.

Amberspike You were the first person to reviewed me. Thanks. Don't feel too bad for Amy. She will see happiness again.

Dr. Cat & Echidna Girl Thanks for encouraging me to keep writing and to posting this.