Lets just jump right into the chapter soup, shall we?
Noon
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Sonic was (being forced to) unpack Amy's things. It was a miracle (for her, anyway...) that they made it in time for him to be stuck unpacking her things, because the sun was coming up, and she had to sleep in the closet. Do you know how hard it is to unpack twenty suitcases WITH ONLY ONE ARM? It isn't easy. No, not easy at all... After three long, grueling hours, Sonic was done, so he gave himself a pat on the back, and had a good passing-out. He woke up in the room's only bed (hmmm...). It was night, but he could hear everything that was going on. He heard Amy talking to... someone...
"Oh, Bob, tonight has truly been wonderful. I've never seen so much of a city in one sitting before!"
"Indeed, it was... hmm... invigorating, shall I say?"
"Yes, yes it was... Whoa! Its Tom Cruise!"
"What? Where? Hide me from the dangerous sociopath!"
There was a cracking noise, followed by a sort of scraping sound. Then he heard the door close. Sonic's eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, so he looked over to the door. Amy was dragging some guy by the shirt collar. She sat down on the foot of the bed, and reaised the body towards her mouth. Sonic closed his eyes, but that didn't help. It was noisy. Sort of a slurpy, gloppy, shlorp noise. Sonic ran into the bathroom, and immediately started vomiting. When he was done, he heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" He asked sarcastically.
"Open up! I need to wash my face!"
"You'll have to wait for me to wash the vomit off of mine."
"Whiner."
Sonic just silently washed his face, opened the door, and left. There was no sense in arguing. There wasn't much sense to anything. Sonic just wanted some coffee. That was when he noticed it. Amy's other suitcase... The one she told him not to unpack. He opened it. Cash. 'Well, that explains how she got all this stuff...' Sonic said, closing the suitcase. "Don't get any funny ideas." Amy said. 'Crap. I'm DOOMED!' thought Sonic. Amy took the suitcase, and set it on the top shelf of the closet. She turned back to Sonic. "Didn't I tell you not to open that suitcase?"
"No, you said, and I quote, 'Don't unpack the green one, yawn, I'm going to bed.' End quote."
"...I hate it when I'm vague."
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Tails woke up. It was night, so he went on the room next to his and knocked on the door until Kefka answered, wearing some "I Love Tonberries" pajamas. He looked around, then turned to Tails. "Oh, is it night already? I suppose I should get dressed to leave then, shouldn't I?" Kefka replied, slamming the door. About three minutes later, Kefka came back out from his room, wearing the usual red and green tunic, with gold shoes and a headband. "Well, I'm ready. Lets go keel us some pink thing!" And with that, they departed for the airport. They reached thier destination without much difficulty, and got on the plane. It was about three hours into the flight that Kefka realised what he was doing. Aloud, I might add. "I'm riding an airship, sitting next to a vampire, with whom I am going to a land called 'Fiji', and I'm wearing a girly headband." Kefka concluded. Then he realised that he had said all that out loud, and that Tails' eyes had widened. Kefka paused and looked around. "... is the name of my book that I'm writing. Sounds fascinating, doesn't it?" The people on the plane all groaned. Tails made sure that nobody was watching before punching Kefka in the face (not hard of course--its still Kefka, here). The plane landed smoothly with minimal turbulence, so they (Kefka) asked all the people in the airport if they had seen two small cartoon animals. Their efforts led them to a large hotel. Hotel Ricaronna. This was, supposedly, the place. Tails truned to Kefka. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Lets go." Tails replied, walking inside the hotel.
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Kefka stared in amazement. He had been in an inn before, but this was different. This was a hotel. There were people in red that were paid to stand in an elevator. And a monkey-suit guy that carried your bags to your room! He continued to stare, and drooled a little, before his fan came back. "Room 240. Fifth floor." He said, asking Kefka to remember it. They got in the elevator and told the elevator guy to take them to Floor Five. Kefka spotted the door almost immediately. His fan went in first, then came back out a few seconds later, trying to stifle laughter. "Th... That was too rich... Oh my God, you have to see this, Kefka." His fan whispered to him. They crept back inside, and Kefka almost started laughing, but held it back. The blue hedgething was sleeping on the girl's bed... sucking his thumb! But, where was the devil girl at? His question was answered when he saw a lump in the bedsheets. "Aww... they look so natural..." He whispered to his fan. Kefka's fan reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a handgun. Kefka gave the fox a questioning look. His fan turned to him. "Silver bullets. Love 'em, and hate 'em." He told Kefka. Kefka pretended to understand. The fox aimed at the lump, and fired several shots. Blood splattered onto the walls. Kefka went over and poked the lump. "Is she dead?" He asked, poking the lump more. His fan dropped the gun, grabbed the sheets, and yanked them off. Kefka tried not to vomit. Oh, yeah, she was probably dead. The fox dragged the body into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. A few seconds later, Kefka heard a scream, so he dashed over and opened the door. He burst into hysterics.
"Do you two need some 'alone time' or what?"
His fan shot him a 'not funny' look. The pink one had apparently survived, and had his fan's arms pinned to the ground. She slammed him against the wall. He appeared to be unconcious. She turned to Kefka. Then looked at the bathroom window. Then back to Kefka. She glared at him. Her retinas were red. "If you are smart, you will jump out that window right now." She growled at him. He was about to protest, but looked at his fan unconcious on the ground, and did as he was told. He simply switched to "three screens tall mode" mid-fall, then back to normal upon hitting the ground.
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Tails snapped back into conciousness. He ran back into the main room. Amy was wiping herself off as she walked back towards bed. She noticed the gun. So did he. He dove for it, but she kicked it under the door. She glared at him, and picked him up by the throat with one hand. She wasn't really hurting him, but he acted like she was. Eventually he stopped moving completely, acting dead, and she dropped him. She turned to Sonic, and hit him. He yelped. She glared at him. Silence. "Get up. We're leaving."
"Why is there blood everywhere... Oh. Right... I forgot.. You went insane and are holding me hostage."
"Shut up."
Silence. Amy handed Sonic a sweater. "Put this on."
"But its itchy. And it smells of overripe bananas."
"PUT... IT... ON..."
"Fine." Sonic replied, getting out of bed and putting on the sweater. Amy grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the door. She opened it. Tails saw his chance. He rolled ut the door and grabbed the gun. He pointed it directly at Amy's heart. She gave him that smile. That evil smile. "What are you going to do? Shoot me?"
"Yeah.. I was thinkin' about it..."
"Twelve."
"What?"
"Twelve bullets. Thats how many you wasted."
"But.. This clip only holds twelve... I'm dead, aren't I?"
Her smile grew wider. "No... YOU aren't..." She trailed off. Then, she grabbed Sonic, and pulled him towards her.
She bit him.
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To be continued...
My mother read this chapter and told me I had a sick imagination. And she said that I suffer from insanity. Thats not true. I enjoy every minute of it.