Every Rose Has Its Thorns
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Chapter 6 — Run fox boy run!
Tails' Home; With Tails
Tails tapped the computer desk harshly as he tried to remain calm. The signal was gone; the radio signal was gone too. No luck with the scanners either, it continued though. He wanted to call for more help but something like this could get big, very big. But thing was it dealt with Amy Rose missing; the entire world knows that she tags along with him and Sonic and if she suddenly disappears right after Sonic broke her heart, there's no telling how bad the press could twist up an already complex problem.
All he could do is play the waiting game. But he was getting a headache as he tried to peace together why Eggman was even involved? The guy must have learned from past experiences that taking Amy hostage wouldn't work, Sonic always been able to work around that. He knows Shadow is worse than Sonic, when it comes to anyone, not just her. So taking Amy like this is like taunting a starving Tasmanian-devil with a piece of meat. There had to more to this, especially when he didn't send a message to anyone after he had taken her, he has always done that, and never covered up his track so well.
'What the hell are you planning Eggman?'
He sighed as he gripped the desk's edge. He looked at the clock; it was around nine at night. He yawned a little; this wasn't the most exciting thing to do, waiting for the computer to finish up and maybe connect the signal. He groaned, he was all by himself and hated it;
"Where the hell is Knux?" He said looking around hoping there would be an answer.
The red echidna had not been seen or talked to in days. He had been like that ever since the incident in the city. Sighing he looked around his desk for a phone. He looked everywhere; he couldn't find it till he looked at his hand, "Damn, I'm losing it…" His cell phone was right there, gripped in his hand;
"Alright Romeo, you better pick up," Tails dialed Knuckles' number.
Cold Winter Mountains; With Sonic and Shadow
Sonic duck down, hugging the earth, trying to become one with it. He heard the rock chip again; the little piece flung off the rock and landed on his head;
"Tails, I'm gonna kill you when I see you, 'Winter Soldiers? Oh no, not there, there's no reason for them to be there.' Oh-ho-ho-ho, I'm gonna give you a reason." Sonic gritted his teeth. He turned his head and looked at Shadow hiding behind a tree; his dark color gave him an advantage in the already dark forest.
Surprisingly the cold had not changed much. Yes it was very cold but it did not drop to a point where their lives were in great danger…least not yet.
"Sonic, hold on alright? We're not far now." Shadow shouted at he peaked around the tree quickly.
"That's not my main concern!" Sonic hugged the ground even more as another bullet graze the rock in front of him and spiked into the ground, kicking dirt up. "That is! Shadow can't you get to him?"
Shadow gritted his teeth, "I don't know! I can't see were he's sniping from!" He turned sideways suddenly as a bullet ripped off a six inch piece of bark off the tree he was hiding behind, "Damn, he's a good shot!"
"Not what I need to know Shadow!" Sonic forced himself to crawl forward. As he came close, he sprang suddenly putting his back to the large rock. He stayed there, hoping the sniper didn't spot him. He looked at Shadow, who was gone suddenly.
Within seconds, Shadow knew what happened. Only one chance, don't blow it. He bolted at full speed through the cover of the forest. He dogged every tree, soon as he cleared the forest; he managed to push him self to a faster speed. He jumped over a rock and turned to the left on instinct. At his high speed he could see a vague figure; he slammed his feet down, sliding to a stop.
He was crouched down, dressed in snow camouflage jacket and cargo sweat pants. His pants were thick and heavy, his body looked covered in several layers of clothing as well. The ski mask he wore was white with no mouth opening. He had on small gray colored goggles. They had very small optical ends, and were colored red, probably thermal vision goggles. The soldier was loading a long barreled weapon, one bullet at a time. The bullets were black and about four inches long. He pulled the load mechanism back and pushed it forward. He heard the sliding sound near him; he sprang to his feet and immediately hit Shadow with the butt of the rifle, knocking him down.
Shadow wiped his lip and spat to the side and stood up. The soldier had dropped the long barreled sniper rifle and had a small magnum in his hand. It wasn't a normal one, it wasn't a six shooter; it looked like one that could hold up to 12 rounds. He fearlessly punched Shadow again, making him back up. Shadow growled and gritted his teeth;
'Damn, this guy's strong and quick, better watch it with him.'
Shadow moved to the side carefully. The soldier moved to the side in the opposite way, still holding the gun in one hand. Shadow took a chance and bolted forward, grabbing him by the neck. The soldier used one hand and grabbed Shadow's arm, trying to pull it off. He growled and flipped Shadow over him, making him lose his grip. He fired one shot, grazing the side of Shadow's shin as the hedgehog stood up. Shadow threw a punch, only to have it caught by the soldier's free hand. He improvised and grabbed the top of the soldier gun and pulled off the top, dismantling it, the wrong way might I add. He caught the soldier off guard suddenly and elbowed him in the face.
The soldier let go and held his face. Shadow punched him on his cheek, and grabbed him before he could recover. He grabbed the unusable gun and smacked the soldier with the bare top of it. The fabric of the mask caught an edge of the metal and ripped off some, revealing a long spilt in his cheek. Shadow backed away and spiked the gun at his head, knocking him down. Shadow wiped his lip and looked at the graze wound on his leg. It wasn't bleeding but it burned like hell. He panted as he glared at a rock nearby;
"Dang, think he's still live?" Sonic asked finally coming out of hiding. He was behind another rock, closer to them while they fought, "You threw the gun at him, think he's dead?"
"Maybe…he's out cold I know that," Shadow wiped his lip again, "C'mon, let's get going, should be less than a quarter of a mile if we jump this hill."
"You sure you can make it?" Sonic looked at his leg, "You got shot didn't you?"
Shadow cleared his throat, "No, got grazed, I'm fine though now c'mon!" He started climbing the hill, "Wait; let me get this." Shadow went for the gun and looked for the top piece. He crouched down and found it; he quickly slid it on and locked it on. He pulled it back; loading it.
"Man, since when is Eggman so serious?" Sonic asked getting a little fearful of what else Eggman had with him.
"I don't know," Shadow kept up with Sonic's climbing speed, "I'm just glad it's not a military base, because who knows what'd they do to us."
City; With Amy & Espio (8:30 pm)
It was dark out, very dark. If it weren't for the street lights and the few building lights, it would probably be pitch black. It was a week day, very few people out; not many kids out or adults. Every now and then a car might pass on the street below them. She stroked the few quills that refused to be tucked and hidden behind her head mask (Ski-like mask, mask, whatever the hell you want call it)
Espio cradled the yellow tube of liquid in one arm. He had had changed his outfit in Mystic Forest. He had dark black boots, gloves and an outfit similar to Amy's. The only difference was that Espio had had long and narrow pieces of cloth/clothing, one wrapped around his head, over the mask he wore. He had it tied on the back and wore it like a sweatband. His mid body was covered by a poncho like thing that had was torn/raggedy at on the edges, it seem it developed like that over the years. Espio had tied it to his waist because it fit him very loosely. The poncho covered his shoulders and mid body and half way down his thighs.
He didn't want anyone to recognize him, not after what they're going to do. His conscious was really starting to get at him. But it wasn't enough to make him back down, not now; it was too late to have doubts;
"How do we do this?" Amy simply asked. She was crouched down looking at the little traffic below her. They were on a high building, on two sides there were others as well; about 20 feet lower. Espio was freezing at this elevation, but Amy felt normal, with a bit of warmth in her body.
"Like Eggman said, you do your thing," Espio held up the yellow liquid tube in front of his eyes, "I have to do something, I'll catch up with later…" He took a pause. He had to tell her, at least get it in her mind, "A-Amy…"
She looked in his direction, "Yeah?" Her voice didn't have anger, but it wasn't her normal, cheerful one either.
"Just…watch yourself okay? Stay calm and in control okay?" Espio mental punched him self. His conscious was acting up again; maybe it was because of what he was wearing.
The old memories it brought back…his teacher, the family he was raised with. Never really remember his full past had its benefits. He could relate to Shadow in a way, but he wasn't alone all his life, that family that took him and raised them as their own. Everything they did for him…all the morals and value taught to him, he just shunned them now. But it was getting to him now, he couldn't stop remembering it.
His body shook as a memory came to mind, it made him uncomfortable now, "I'm going, I'll catch up later." Espio threw his body over the edge of the building and disappeared in the shadows as he fell.
Amy watched the streets below now. No cars anywhere and barely any noise. She could hear her soft breathing. She placed a hand on her back and made sure she had her blade. It was there, she flex her wrist and heard it crack a few times. She walked over to the other side the building and began to lower herself over the edge. She kicked off the building side and landed on another rooftop, she repeated the same process until she was on the street.
Finally With Knuckles; Some Street (8:50 pm)
'Women…why are they so fucking confusing?' Knuckles sat on the concrete steps of the condominium complex. A hippo had kicked him out before; she was about to call the cops but he said he was here for Rouge.
He had been trying to reach her. Asking around he found out where she lived, and hoped to make amends by trying to make a more sincere apology. Knuckles couldn't tell if she was home, or she if just wasn't answering the door. The hippo in the condo above Rouge's had gotten fed up when he wouldn't stop banging on the door. She threatened to call the police and say he was disturbing the peace. But for the first time in his life, he managed to keep calm and explain, part of the reason he was there.
Well, this hippo was a friend of Rouge. When Knuckles explained his view, a similar story told by her now sadden friend made her slap him. The hippo had pieced together in her mind that this was the notorious 'Knucklehead' one that Rouge had been talking about and recently was the hate of her life. The hippo decided that since he was at least being polite and trying to apologize, that he should wait outside…in the cold. And with the cops only a few buttons away, he didn't have much choice.
Knuckles growled to himself as he remembered the whole event. He rubbed the side of his head;
'Damn hippo…needs to drop some weight. Damn she had big-ass hand, jeez that shit hurt!'
His cheek had faded now to its original color, but before it was deep red in the shape of a huge print of a hippo's hand. He leaned back and relaxed on the steps; it was a slightly more comfortable position. He closed his eyes. He felt himself drift into a light sleep as his mind vision became pitch black.
-L-a-t-e-r- (9:20)
Today was not a good day. Nothing made her feel the least bit better. She sighed as she figured it out; this was something that was not going to be made better with a shopping trip or a trip to jewelry store. Not even an hour at the spa help at all.
She sighed to herself. 'Emotions,' she thought, 'Why we do we need them?'
Rouge stopped on the sidewalk. The night was dark; the street was lit pretty well. Looking up to the sky, she could see the moon. The white aura around it made it a sight so beautiful, it cheer her up a little. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, all this stress was not good for your health. She opened them and faced the direction of her home; she walked on, hoping this light mood would last.
He heard steps, he couldn't tell who's; his hearing wasn't that good. He opened his eyes, looking ahead he saw nothing. Rouge came into his view as she turned to come up the steps. She was looking down, search through her black purse for her keys. She found one, lifting the whole keychain she shook it and looked up and froze, dropping her keys out of shock.
He slowly sat up and then stood up. Silence covered them as he had a shamed look on his face. He stared into hurt aqua river eyes. Her ears drooped down at his presence. She tried not to look at him, but his bold violet eyes had her lock in a gaze. She said she hated him now, but why was his look so pleasing to her in a way right now?
He spoke softly, "Rouge…" He couldn't say more. This was playing out so much more differently than it had in his head.
Her hurt look was torturing him; he could see it in her eyes. One look showed how much he had hurt her. The echidna now felt the full weight of his guilt.
"W-what do you want?" She asked quietly.
"Rouge," He began, he swallowed the pride in his throat and spoke again, "I'm sorry. I did mean to hurt you…"
"Yeah right," She scoffed, "You're just going through a guilt trip. You're not sorry; you're trying to clear your conscious." With that scorning comment she began to walk away.
That stung. How could such few words leave such an impact?
"No, I'm not!" He ran after, it wasn't true he told himself.
Tails' home (9:35pm)
The young fox was holding a stun gun he kept in the lab. It was something he had for thieves; he had a lot of expensive equipment. He made it when he was twelve after two guys robbed him of a tracking device in the street. They made off with it and probably got at least $4000 for it. Well part of life is learning, he learn two things; one, never walk alone when you're young holding some electronics. Two: people are not caring all the time, if it's worth something, most people don't care about you, they'll do anything to get it.
He made it out of gun blueprint he found on the internet. Being only twelve when he made it meant he got creative ideas and decided to make three, one looked like a regular 9mm, another one looked like a mac-11, and the last one looked like a long futuristic was rifle. He was only twelve, he wanted it to cool and realistic, Sonic who was his main caretaker said he couldn't get a real gun.
But now, he was holding the 9mm imitation, paranoid. Clanking and banging sound came from the upper levels of the house. He went to check it out and found nothing, but it continued, and the current situation with Eggman made him more nervous. He kept hearing a stepping sound; playing it safe he grabbed the stun gun and stayed in his lab area, on full alert.
There it was again;
'The fuck? What the hell is going on?' He thought to himself. Another clank and dropping sound again.
He spun around and aimed the gun. His eyes shifted as he inspected the immediate area; nothing but his equipment. The young fox was on the verge of losing it. His fourteen year-old mind was not used to watching his back in his own home. He couldn't take it anymore, he pressed on the side of his headset;
"S-Sonic?" His voice shaking; he was not comfortable in this very moment. "Sonic?" He said clearly.
Only a click sounded.
'Oh snap…the signal completely gone!' Another metallic rustle made him fire a blue spark oval into the air randomly.
He kept trying his call again and again. Nothing but clicks and deadlines came as a response. The gun slowly came down as a haunting silence came over the room. Tails could hear his own heart beating over his breathing. He eyed to room carefully, he check the dim areas of the room; the corners mainly. Then he thought he something, there was something that seemed hunched in the left corner of the room. He aimed the gun and came closer, very slowly.
He walked into a slightly dark area of the room. The lights above were dim and flickering which wasn't helping his paranoia. He walked closer and inspected the thing more; it was a tall and slim crate;
'Oh thank god…I'm not cut out for this type of work. Note to self, don't join covert op—'
His thoughts interrupted by something that jumped down in front of him. His heart felt like it was jumping out his chest as it grabbed him by the neck and held him in the air. He could have fired the gun; but the fear in him was making him weak. His legs hung lifelessly as he stared into red eyes in the dark. He could the vague shape of a figure and saw a quills sticking out of a mask. He could not recognize who it was, it was dark, they were dark, and he wasn't thinking straight right now.
"Where is he?" A female tone. She tightened her left hand's grip, "Where is Sonic?"
"Let go," He managed to wheeze out, "Let go!" Tails managed to swing his foot and kick her in the chest.
His body fell and hit the ground hard. He rubbed his throat and cough harshly, before he could react something kicked him the stomach. The blow was straight to his abdomen area, he slid into a near by table's leg from the force, the gun slipped away into a darker area of the room. She picked him up again and slammed him onto the table.
"Last chance!" She shouted, "Where is he?"
He was out of breath, he gasped violently, trying to breathe. As soon as he was breathing again, she slammed him flat on the table again;
"Where is he?" She took something from her back; it was a sword in a sheath.
Tails had no idea who this person was, but he could he couldn't trust her, that was a definite. He couldn't tell, but he was really afraid of what was going to happen to him;
"I don't know!" He yelled, she had him by the neck again.
She narrowed her eyes, he was lying, she could tell. She remembered Tails was his running buddy; he knew where he was, he was just protecting him. Well she wasn't to get anything out of him; she held the sheathed sword by the handle. She moved her hand on his neck, and before he could react, she hit him on the side of the neck with the sheathed sword. He wasn't the target, so killing him; had no point.
His eyes closed as he lost consciousness. His breathing barely noticeable, his body was limp now, she pulled him off and dragged his body into the darkest corner of the room and hid him in the least visible place.
She mumbled something to herself and jumped into ventilation duck above her, she quickly made her way to her entry point. That way, no would see her leave the house, the exit of the vent duck was on the rooftop, which was not visible from the ground, it was a flat rooftop.
Deep Inner City: With Espio (Same time)
He hid in the ally in between two huge office buildings. The road in front of him had a small six person crowd of kids walking by. He waited for the right moment, he was still hesitating. The yellow liquid was covered by his arms; he did so the glowing liquid wouldn't attract any unwanted attention.
The kids moved along and he moved forward. His thoughts were mixed; he wondered about the liquid's purpose, but he also wondered about Amy. How was she doing, would she be able to handle it? He stopped himself as he came across one scary possibility;
'What is wrong with me? Am I—am I worried about her? Am I caring for her now? But why, I don't like her! Do I? Well she is beautiful—stop right there—fuck this, just do your job!'
He listened for footsteps. Looking forward he made sure no one was around. No sounds, it was quiet. He sprinted at his full speed to the nearest manhole cover, it was right there across the street; he wouldn't have much time. He couldn't take any chances, open it quickly and hop in, plant the liquid and get the hell out of there.
He worked quickly, just as planned. He took no time in popping the cover open, he jumped in. He looked around in the tunnel. Long, dark and a river of dirty water in the middle.
'Okay, he said pour it on solid floor and leave.'
He looked at the tube. The yellow liquid, the source of many questions. What did it do? Why in the sewers? Why underground? Why does it even have to be planted? And most importantly; what is Eggman really planning?
He slowly turned the tip, it suddenly snapped. He twisted the cap off, and tossed it into the water. He poured the liquid onto the solid floor. And dropped the tube and ran up the ladder.
He felt his gut churn as he covered the manhole again. Quickly running back to his hiding stop, he crouched down and thought of what to do.
Should he check on her? Should he feel like this now? Should he stop her now that his guilt was kicking him full-force now?
Mountain Area with Shadow and Sonic;
Sonic was hiding in a guard mini-bunker. Shadow and him made great progress into the base, but as they reach the base's outlying area, things got heavy. Sonic was on the floor face down, he was not used to this, cold warfare that is. If it was warmer, he would be more involved but the cold just disabled him, he had to rely on Shadow for now.
He grumbled something to himself as he cocked the gun. A new clip, 16 shots, which meant he could get them out of this mess. And hopefully find Amy;
"Sonic," He asked with his back to the wall of the pit of the bunker, "You're gonna have to help me—" A huge ground shake scared him.
"That can't be good…" Sonic mumbled, "Shadow, tell me I'm wrong, please do."
Shadow peeked over the edge of the bunker and ducked down again.
"Damn," He said, "It's big and not nice."
"So what now?" Sonic asked sitting up and looking at him, "You got any ideas?"
"Well I got two," Shadow flinched as a bullet ricochet off the metal interior of the bunker insides. "We could try and take out some soldiers and use better weapons to take it down, or we could try and hijack it."
"I don't like either of those," Sonic looked around in the bunker, there was a stationary gun attached to an opening in the bunker. "How about I cover you, and you take it down?"
"Do you even know how to use that?" Shadow looked at the gun Sonic was looking at.
"No, but it can't be that hard," Shadow crouched over to the back opening of the small bunker.
"Fine, pull the switch back and cover me, don't let it overheat, take out the ones near that mech." Shadow ran out, immediately gun fire followed him.
"Uh…yeah…sure" Sonic nervously looked at the gun. He never pictured himself firing a gun, especially at a live person. But this was serious and desperate times call for desperate measures.
He grabbed the handle and aimed it. The rattling of the ammo strap made him more nervous, he fired once, and six shots came out. He felt so weird doing it and the scream of a soldier didn't help. Sonic closed his eyes as he fire again in little spurts, he would aim and fire with his eyes closed. He didn't want to see the bullet tear through vests and rip the soldier's torso apart.
Enough with the screams, he couldn't do it anymore, he aimed at the mech. Sonic ducked down, the soldiers were aiming at him now. He kept one hand on the trigger handle and fire in the direction of the mech. He didn't let up until he heard a loud boom, creaking and crashing sound. A couple of more shots and the area was silent, expect a few groans. The battle-shocked hedgehog peeked over the opening of the mini bunker.
Shadow tossed his weapon aside. He jumped off the destroyed mech. Its main body was broken and blown open, its leg was bent forward and the other to the side, the whole body was leaning forward, smoking and on fire. Shadow walked over to a body and picked it up, shaking him/her violently;
"Where is Amy Rose?" He spat, the soldier's body was stain in areas with blood and she was groaning in pain. Shadow didn't care about that, he shook her again, "Where is Amy Rose?" He shouted in her face.
The woman groaned, "I don't know." She clenched her side, there was a bullet rip and she was bleeding. Shadow growled and dropped her in the snow and started walking towards the direction of the base;
"Shadow!" Sonic shouted, "You can't just leave her like this!" She was in pain, and Sonic could never leave anyone like that.
Shadow wiped his lip, a wound he suffered, and spat, "She tried to kill us, I don't care, help if you want, but I'm not setting myself up for death." He picked up a small machine gun in the snow near his feet;
'Damn, MP-5, where's Eggman getting these from?'
He looked over at Sonic as he checked the gun clip for ammo. He frowned when he saw him trying to attend to some wounds, and talking to her. She pointed to something, a few feet away, it was small black backpack. Sonic rushed over and search through it. He pulled out a bandage roll and some fluids in a small container. Sonic rushed over and began to pour liquid on her wound; he wiped it and tried to clean it. He suddenly slowed down and looked up at Shadow, who was watching from afar. He sighed and dropped the medical materials; he shook his head slowly and stood up. Gently, he shook liquid and tried to wipe off blood on his fingers. He walked away, his look soft and shaken.
She had died.
"No good," He said silently, "It was too late; she's dead."
Shadow nodded once, keeping a straight face, "C'mon, we got to go before a back up squad shows up." He said quietly, he began to walk away, leading Sonic on.
They walked through the snow, trying to get to the base without any other fights. They were here to see if Amy was there, and get her out if she was. Sonic was still shook up from seeing death like that.
He was only nineteen, and he saw a women die in front of his eyes, not to mention, his firing, could have been the cause.
"Don't think about," Shadow said as he walked near him. He faced the trial ahead, "Sonic, don't think about it, try to ignore it otherwise it's gonna eat you up."
"I can't…" Sonic said, shaken, "It's just so haunting, she was right there and then she just grunts and then…" He shivered from the memory, not the cold.
"This is why I try not to help people," Shadow pulled on the small bar on the MP-5's bullet chamber, loading a bullet. "Even my vague memories of Maria haunt me, that is something I try never to think about. And so, that's why I wouldn't help her, do you understand now?"
Sonic nodded, "But I can't…" He looked up at the gray sky, "I can't leave someone for dead like that."
"Half of your adventure nothing but a robot dies, but now you see how fucked up it is seeing a person die." Sonic locked eyes with him, "Do you now see why I can't forget Maria, and she died in front of me. Do you know how hard that is to forget something like that?"
When Shadow was first found, he had only vague memories. Maria was his deeper and stronger memories. He pushed them away, the detailed horror he could tell. He hated seeing his best friend die in front of him. All that blood, her crying and her pain…it tormented him for awhile. With time, he was able to suppress them, and slowly he was able to ignore his memory of her, but he would never forget. Sonic once told him, it shouldn't be so hard to ignore it, Shadow growled at him; Sonic had no clue.
"Yeah…" Sonic looked ahead, "Hey you see that?" Sonic perked up as he saw a fence. They both ran to the side and hid in the forest.
"That's it," Shadow observed the huge structure that seemed to be built into the mountain side. There seemed to be buildings along the mountain side on and near the top. The area seemed in relative calm, patrolling guards, and one or two mechs walking by, inside the fence. Considering they had just taken out a squad of 9 soldiers and one mech, Shadow expected an elevated level of alert.
"I don't think this is Eggman." Shadow said looking closely that this base seemed be very fortified with soldiers and war type vehicles.
"Maybe," Sonic said squatting down, "But there are two definite ways to tell, and by seeing it, yeah it's him." Sonic said answering his own and Shadow's question.
"How can you tell?" Shadow looked closely ahead for a sign.
"See the Eggman symbol on his mechs and some of the vehicles?" Sonic pointed at a mech that stomped by slowly. It had an Eggman symbol on the side, this fattass is an idiot.
"And the other?"
"If you see those Hyper-Mach E-26GK Seeker bots. Remember the ones that could just barely keep up with us?" Sonic said nudging him.
"Sort of, those things that stand on two legs but a have gat-ling gun for one hand, and a jet pack on their backs?"
"Yeah, that's them, look its right there!" Sonic shouted suddenly, "Ooops…"
"You idiot…" Shadow ducked onto the snow cover ground. He kept the MP-5 close by. Someone started shouting;
"It came from the forest!" Someone walked towards them, his automatic rifle with a red laser searching. Only a few gigantic steps away, a huge two legged mech head towards them with a searchlight, exposing all dark spots it aimed at.
"Don't move till I tell you to!" Shadow shouted softly to Sonic. They grew nervous as the steps came closer and the ground shook as the mech took another step.
City area; With Red boy and Bat lady who's pissed like shit;
"Why won't you believe me?" Knuckles shouted.
She stood away from him. They were at the entrance of a wood dock. The night was still dark, around this area there was only one dim light. Even the moon light gave a better light then the poor piece of crap excuse for a street lamp. The roads were empty, once and awhile a car may pass by. Knuckles stood maybe four to five feet away from her. Trying to reason with her, but she was hurt by him; she didn't want it to happen again.
"Because you're just trying to get me to accept your apology! You're just having a guilt trip! You don't give a damn about how you hurt me!"
For some reason Knuckles could imagine Sonic laughing his ass off at him now. He wanted to tell her. But he couldn't, he would never live it down. He bit his lip;
"Rouge, I do mean it." He forced it out. "I…I…" He started choking on his words, "I ne-ne-ne…" He couldn't make his tongue finish the movement needed to say the words.
"Just leave me alone." Rouge said quietly, ignoring his attempt.
"Rouge I can't" He began, "I le-le—" He heard an unusual clank.
"You hear that?" He asked turning around, trying to see in the dimly lit area.
"Hear what?" Rouge spat, she sighed heavily;
'He's just being stupid' she thought
Knuckles' hearing wasn't fooling him. He heard something. It sounded like metal dropping.
Suddenly he heard a sound nearby making him jump. He looked to some stacked boards of wood, he heard a slight sound of gravel sliding.
Rouge stared at him strangely. He seemed paranoid staring into the darkness, looking like an insane person. Her thoughts didn't let her hear anything before, but snapping out of her thoughts she did heard a step, a step in gravel.
"What do you want?" Knuckles shouted at the darkness.
He picked up a faint mumbling. It didn't seem too pleased or even content at all.
Ha! Left ya hanging! Guess, you can figure it out, till chap 7! Peace bitches! I'm always writing, its in my profile, chap progress so don't bitch about update speed.
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