Okay, this is explaining what happened to Sonic. Be happy. This is like a prequel chapter. Don't ya just love them?

Sonic ran as fast as he could through the darkness, but it seemed as if there was no end to it. It was so thick and oppressive that he could almost feel it mob around his limbs; it was starting to get hard to move through, but Sonic knew he mustn't stop, he just couldn't, otherwise it would catch him...

Sonic wasn't entirely sure what was chasing him; the darkness was too viscous to see through. But he could feel that something was behind him, something that hated him, something that wanted to destroy him... He just had to keep running and hope that it ended somewhere, hope that there was light somewhere. He tried to keep running, but it had been so long and not once had Sonic been able to stop... His limbs began to tire and the icy blackness bit into him like knives. He felt less like he was running and more like the ground was rushing to meet his foot, it was almost like falling but Sonic couldn't really call it that because he was standing up.

Suddenly, it got darker. Sonic had no idea how it could have, the dream had already been so forebodingly light bear, but already a sickening pitch black flooded around him. Now it was even thicker, Sonic could feel himself slowing down. Without warning, the evil presence advanced on him, he could feel it surrounding him and he hated it. He tried to run faster, but only succeeded in tripping and falling to the ground. Sonic looked around, trying to see his attacker, when he heard a low growl and a sharp pain bit into his chest. Sonic tried to scream but it was muffled by the thickness of the dark around him; swallowed up by the ebony tomb. It was getting to hard to breathe, to hard to move. Sonic struggled but soon the air was almost too thick to inhale; he coughed and sputtered to no avail, when suddenly he heard another low growl and looked around, alarmed. What he saw made him freeze.

Two red eyes glared viciously at him from a distance, surrounded by a smoldering blackness. He couldn't see what it was. Sonic tried to back away, when suddenly the red eyes lunged at him.

Sonic bolted upright and screamed, sweat beading down his face. When his scream died away in the cold night, Sonic froze, not daring to move. He could breathe again, he realized, as he gasped for air like a catfish. (Some catfish can crawl on land and they gasp for air and stuff and it's fun to watch. I poke them with sticks!) He didn't dare to open his eyes; afraid he would see the darkness again, but...

Sonic opened his eyes a little and looked around. He sighed heavily when he realized he was back in his room. It had all been a bad dream. Nothing more, just a dream. He shivered. His window was open, and he was drenched with sweat, the covers clung to his skin as his chest heaved with each breath. A silver square of harsh moonlight lit up the room, it was a full moon tonight and it was radiant. But that didn't change the fact that sonic felt horrible. His mouth was dry and his heart pounded relentlessly, he was afraid it would burst from his chest if it didn't slow down. He was hot and sweaty, even if the window was open, which let a cold draft into the room. Sonic again sighed and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling. The cold had been from the window, the thick darkness that mobbed around his limbs must have been the covers, and maybe he had rolled into the pillow during his sleep, so he couldn't breathe.

Sonic sat up and threw the covers aside, walking across the floor and to the window. He closed it, stopping the draft and sighed, leaning into the wall. He was just glad that none of that had been real. He looked out the window, and onto the street below. No cars were outside, and the whole road seemed rather empty; not a soul walked the concrete of the barren sidewalks. He again sighed to himself. He kind of liked it, that feeling that you're the only person there. Then again there were times when he didn't like it. In reality it all depended on the situation. He sighed. He couldn't go back to sleep yet. He was too shaken up by that awful dream. He sighed, stretched, and turned around, heading for the kitchen.

Sonic opened the door to the hallway and stepped out, reaching blindly for the light switch he knew was on the wall to his left. After a moment, he found it, and was about to turn the lights on, when he realized... the switch was already in the 'on' position. Perplexed, he switched it on and off a few times, when nothing happened. He shrugged. Maybe he had left the lights on by mistake and the bulb had burnt out. He was about to walk down the hall to go get a spare bulb from under the kitchen sink, when the lights switched on. Sonic stopped, and looked around.

Weird... he thought to himself, walking down the hall. Sure, it was weird, but Sonic wasn't too worried by it. If he was the kind of person who thought it was the end of the world every time something weird happened, he would be dead by now. He turned to his left and entered the kitchen, opening the cupboard. He searched through the crowded array of cans and boxes, until he came upon the hot chocolate mix. It was just the thing for nightmares. Some people meditated, some people talked to overpriced psychiatrists, but for Sonic, it was hot chocolate to the rescue! It had been for as long as he remembered. He set it on the counter, got out the milk from the refrigerator, (along with a glass from the cupboard) and in a few moments, it was ready to be put in the microwave. He set the timer for a minute and started to walk to the living room, which was right of the hall, when he stepped on something. He stopped and looked under his foot, and was startled to see a photograph.

What the heck is this doing down here? Thought Sonic, picking it up. He looked at it. It was the picture Tails had taken of everyone after the 'island incident' (See "Legacy Of The Eight Dragons") There was everyone. He and Amy in the bottom-right hand corner, smiling happily. Fliara (fan-character- don't worry, you'll know who she is later) up in a tree on the left-hand side. Knuckles, Rouge, Shadow and Tails in the middle and Alexi (another fan character, it goes for here too, her identity isn't important right now) just behind them, not paying attention. It was very rare that anyone got a photograph of Alexi. She hated getting her picture taken. Tails had barely escaped by blaming Shadow of the photograph. Sonic laughed to himself.

But still, this should have been on the shelf. Maybe the picture fell? Sonic wondered, walking into the living room and looking to the shelf, when he gasped. The entire shelf (it was one of those wall-ones with some cabinets and space for a TV. and stuff) had fallen on its side; the items scattered on the floor. But something was wrong. All of the items were standing up. None of them were broken. And none of them were under the shelf. It looked like they had been set there by hand before the shelf itself fell over. And more importantly, Why hadn't Sonic heard it fall? He couldn't have slept through it; Sonic was an astoundingly light sleeper. He stared at it, bewildered. He walked over and knelt next to the shelf, attempting to upright it again. He managed to push it back up against the wall, but the TV. Was still on the ground. Sonic lifted up the TV, (it was a very small one) and put it back on the shelf, looking around at the items strewn through the room. It just didn't make any sense, the way the items had fallen. They couldn't have fallen with the shelf, why would they be standing up? It... it just didn't make any sense. He was still wondering what was going on, when he heard the timer beep. Sonic, Trying to assure himself that the shelf had simply fallen over, he walked into the kitchen and got the hot chocolate out of the microwave.

He sat down at the table, holding the glass in a shaky hand. He tried to assure himself that it was nothing, but... Sonic took a sip of the hot chocolate, relieved as the warmth seeped into his throat. A lot of weird stuff had happened for just one night. Sonic tried to tell himself he wasn't worried, but what if there was something going on here? He shook his head, and took another sip of the hot chocolate. He was overreacting. The shelf had simply fallen over. End of story. He was just starting to calm down, when suddenly he heard an odd sound, like footsteps, from the next story up. Normally this would be okay if it wasn't for one little fact:

The building Sonic lived in didn't have another story.

Suddenly, the clock on the wall stopped ticking. He looked over at it. It's hands read 2:00. That was the last thing Sonic saw before the lights went out.

Sonic jumped to his feet, muttering curses. The bulb must have gone out again. Sonic instantly knew that couldn't be true when he realized that the hallway and kitchen had different lights. They couldn't have both burnt out, could they?

...And certainly they couldn't have burnt out at the same time.

Suddenly, Sonic heard footsteps again, but this time, they sounded like they were just in the hall. Sonic backed against the wall, his hand searching for the light switch. For a second he fumbled over it, as the footsteps grew nearer, hurried, until they sounded like they were right on top of him, when he found it, and turned on the lights, relieved when it worked. For a second Sonic shut his eyes, afraid of what he might see. The footsteps had stopped right in front of him. He slowly opened an eye to see that nothing was there. Sonic gave a shuddering sigh and sat down. He had to calm down. He must be really tired or something, he was imagining things. He took the hot chocolate glass in his hand, when he felt something crawl over his hand. Sonic's eyes snapped open and he dropped the glass to the ground, seeing that it now crawled with worms and bugs. Sonic brushed the spider off of his hand, and took a step back in fear and bewilderment. He heard faint maniacal laughter echo down the halls, and again he heard the footsteps, this time going away from him, then, he heard the door to his room open.

Sonic froze where he was standing. He shook the fear out of his head, and glared at the hall. This had to stop. Whoever this prankster was, Sonic was going to make sure he paid dearly. It wasn't funny. He walked down the hall, trying to keep a calm demeanor, and stopped in front of the door to his room. It was open slightly. Sonic walked in, turning on the light, and looking around. He didn't see anyone. He took a few steps into the room, when suddenly the door slammed shut and the lights went off.

Suddenly Sonic heard a loud crash from behind him, like an explosion. He spun around, accidentally smashing his elbow against the wall. He cried out, muttering curses as he looked around the room. It was far too dark; Sonic couldn't see a thing.

"Show yourself!" He demanded, cradling his injured arm. He backed into the wall, glancing around. Suddenly, Sonic felt something brush across his face. He spun around, looking everywhere for a sign of the intruder. This was serious. Something was wrong. Nothing normal could be doing this. It was too dark for the little blue hedgehog to see anything. He heard scuttling footsteps across the ceiling. Sonic looked up; but there was nothing there. He panicked as he backed further into the wall, pressing against it. Sonic swallowed nervously, looking at the ceiling. Silence fell upon the room. Sonic hated it. It made his breathing sound so loud... He pressed into the wall, glancing about nervously... what was going on, what was he going to d-

Sonic heard a crash as a clawed hand burst from the wall and seized Sonic's arm.

"What the crap!" Sonic cried out in surprise and tried to pull away, but the claws dug into his flesh. Sonic screamed in agony as the claw met the bone and blood oozed from the wound. Another set of claws seized Sonic around the waist and pinned him to the wall. Sonic screamed and tried to pull away but was soon silenced as a voice met his ears.

"...You are a threat..." A hoarse growl whispered through the room. Sonic desperately tried to pull away, still looking around for the source of the voice.

"...So you must DIE!"

Sonic could feel the claws of the other hand start to bite into his chest. But more than pain seeped from those wounds.

It was not unlike death was spreading through his body, and indescribable cold crawled trough him... Sonic tried to scream but he just couldn't manage it... Sonic struggled but soon found he didn't have the energy for it. He panicked, suddenly feeling as if his very soul was being ripped out of him...

In sheer desperation, he gave a final tug and managed to rip free. He ran to the door and smashed it down, running down the hall. Sonic could hear footsteps behind him but did not dare look. He ran to the front door, opened it, and ran into the night, not daring to stop.

Sonic's heart pounded in his chest as he raced down the street, trying to outrun his pursuers, whatever they were. Sonic had no idea what was going on, it didn't make any sense... no sense at all... sheer terror pulsed through his veins. Sonic did not understand how he could be running, in truth his mind was trying to shut down in reaction to that shock... it was not unlike falling, Sonic realized, only...

Sonic nearly stopped running

...He couldn't call it that because he was standing up.

Being able to relate to his nightmare gave him no comfort. He slowed down a little. He couldn't run forever. He needed help! He needed somewhere where he would be safe. Somewhere where he could find out what was wrong with him, what was following him... he stopped as he reached his destination, and ran to the front door. He looked around, searching for any sign of his pursuers. To his relief, he didn't see anything. He turned to the door, and pounded his fist on it, screaming for help.

"Amy! Amy! Are you there?" Sonic begged, beating his fist on the door. He could only pray that she woke up. He looked behind him, and around him, but didn't see anything. Waves of fear crushed him at every second, his pulse pounding in his ears.

" ...You can't run." A hoarse voice echoed through the street. " From something that's everywhere..."

Sonic turned around, looking up and down the street, panicking, trying to spot whatever was following him. He backed away from the street, searching the dark alleyways for a trace of the monster, when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind. Sonic screamed and tore form it's grasp, turning around to see...

It was scary, no? I hope that it was scary. I tried. I really did. I wanted to write this in 1st-person, but-... but... I HAVE THE TRAGIC TRANS-VISUAL-SCRIPT-PHOBIA! Or... I think that's how you say it... yeah, I can't write in 1st person worth badger livers and koala feathers. So I didn't. BUT PLEASE SAY IT WAS KIND OF SCARY! And I know that I put the chapters out of order. I did it on purpose, because I thought it would be more effective and stuff. If it's a problem, please tell me. But I kind of like it.

So now you know what happened to Sonic.

And why did Sonic run to Amy? Well, here are the following reasons:

1. She was closest.
2. At the time, Sonic had impaired judgment. Hey, let's face it, he was never a good thinker to begin with and after getting a scare like that whom wouldn't be a little messed up?
3. Amy had medical experience and was the best one to treat his arm.
4. Amy loved him and would probably give him a hug. He needed a hug.
5. He didn't know it but secretly Amy was the only thing that could protect him from those monsters for now, for reasons I'll explain later. He had a gut instinct that told him 'run for Amy!' and turns out his organs were right. YAY! WAY TO GO FOR ORGANS!

And expect chapter three very soon. It's done... sort of, but I must revise it. I spentavery long timerevising these chapters, and they ROCK! I'm sorry if you thought they sucked, but I am proud of them. It's my VERY first horror story and I am happy. But... I kind of think that I messed up the terror parts... I don't think they're very good. Oh well.