Too...lazy...Can't...write...backstory...Will...resume...next...chapter.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. CURSES UPON MYSELF AND ALL GENERATIONS TO COME!DEATH, ILNESS, PLAGUES, CURSED! Why am I cursing myself? Because I told StephanieSpeeed and Megame91 that I would have this chapter up by tonight, but here in California, IT'S ALREADY TOMORROW! CURSED, CURSED, CURSED!
A/N- once again, ah HAH! The story unfolds, and his presence is known. And the end of the world is coming, or is it? Could I be speaking complete nonsense to make it seem like I know what I'm, talking about? Quite possibly! Anyway, read in peace.
Fallen Angel: Chapter 3: The Rose Hath Bloomed
Shadow left the resort, and began the trek to Rouge's home. Turn left on Elm street, Turn Right on State, X number of miles here; They were decently understandable instructions, but the page seemed to scroll on forever. In the cold of winter, it took longer for his air shoes to start up. His body's natural heat was swept away by the freezing gusts, and was not easily absorbed by the thermal chargers of the shoes' power cells. After about fifteen minutes, he had used enough energy to activate the dormant rotary chambers. A high frequency humming noise filled his ears as the turbines built up their rotational velocity.
Finally!
He broke into a run, which was further boosted to a glide. His form transmuted from a dark and red hedgehog, to a blur of shadows. The friction of the turbines on their axis (pl) heated the air they expelled. He dashed through strait-aways, barely noticed by any unless they had seen him in the distance. He brought with him a warm breeze from the heated air shoe exhaust, which came to the chilled patrons as a mixed blessing: warmth and wind. The scenery fluctuated as he dashed around the city. Tall buildings gradually shortened, and became more angular and colorful, eventually becoming houses. He slowed to an extended walk, as if he were ice skating on concrete.
He continued through the newly entered neighborhood as he looked for some sign of a mansion or at least a large house. Rouge was rich, that he knew. He came over a rise in the recently cleared sidewalk to see something unexpected. A pink dot could be seen surrounded by a few other colors about thirty yards in front of him. He tried to pass through his mind if he knew anyone pink. Then he remembered, the first living intellectual creature, well that was too much to assume, intelligent life, that was sufficient. The first intelligent life that had made any physical contact with him after he was awakened from his fifty year slumber, that's who she was. He scrolled through all of their prior encounters in his head as he advanced
I remember now. That's Amy, the girl who mistook me for Sonic. She was the one that jogged my full memory of my promise. Where else have I seen her? When Sonic's metal counterpart tried to destroy us all, she was there swooning over him, I and I recall helping find her little rabbit friend during the Black Arms incident.
He came to a stop rather abruptly, and auto disengaged his shoes. His effort of stealth was in vain, though, for as soon as he got within twenty feet of her, Amy, as if she sensed his presence stopped dead in her tracks. Her extra shadow stopped as well. The girl then produced what appeared to be a pistol from a secret compartment in her purse, as well as a cloth, and proceeded to polish it. Then, in an unusually audible voice, she declared, "You've got to the count of five before you end up with a bullet stuck in your body; most likely someplace you don't want one to be!"
This was a shock. The last time he had seen her she was sweet and innocent, and possibly afraid, but now she seemed dark, and almost, like him. "One."
As long as I'm in a situation of mortal danger, I might as well think of a way to get out. Even though we're alone, It would be embarrassing to be killed by Sonic's wanna-be girlfriend, so I might as well think of a way to get out of the situation.
"Two."
Well, I could run away and hide somewhere until she leaves, no, to cowardly. I could stand here until she turns around. No, she'd probably shoot first and make me the ultimate death form. Hey! Now that's a good third option! I could...
"Five!" skipping numbers three and four, Amy whirled around and dropped her personal belongings, and shot right at where Shadow's head would have been, but there was nothing but the bullet hole in the concrete about thirty feet back.
And it was about this time that certain occurrences caused the girl to go through a series of rapid mood swings that, had anyone been nearby, had the potential to scare the shit out of anyone.
Seriousness- Amy stared, and focused on her surroundings. She glanced around, looking at bushes, trees, fences... anyplace someone could hide. She chcked for movement, and sniffed the frosted air for any scent. Shock- suddenly, she felt a gloved hand on her bare shoulder. She froze, with a look of utter terror on her face. However, when she heard a familiar voice speak in a very calm, yet sly, and almost sarcastic fashion, "Damn, Amy, I didn't think you were afraid of me, at least not after you convinced me not let the world be destroyed seven years ago!" which continued the emotion wheel.
Mild Anger- Amy turned around with a funky expression on her face. "God, Shadow, you're such an ass," She griped, "You scared the hell out of me!" She punched him in the arm in a friendly fashion, and changed her expression from funky, to a smirk. Bewilderment- It took her a moment to realize that she hadn't seen the black being in 5 years, 2 months, 17 days, and 6 hours. Of course these numbers were not immediately obvious; but what was, was her finally understanding she hadn't seen the male hedgehog in what seemed like forever, and her sudden change to the last slice of emotion pie: Glee- "Oh my god, Shadow it's really you! Oh, it's so good to see you!" The girl leapt upon him, dropping her gun in the process, and squeezed him tightly. Shadow didn't expect this, and blushed, but just a little, then scoffed and looked away, while slightly returning the hug.
When they separated, he had just enough time to look at her and noticed a few changes since their last meet. She was much more mature physically (and emotionally as he had learned the hard way) than before, now sporting curves quite noticeable from the front and from the side. Her hair (quills) also had changed, and was (were) long and lay over her shoulders. Instead of her traditional skirts and all pink outfits, she was now wearing a pair of brown bellbottoms as well as purple instead of red shoes, and despite the weather, a thin strap top in the same color. (She apparently hadn't compensated when she dressed this morning). The only thing similar to her former appearance was a traditional headband, still in red. Violet, Brown, Pink, Emerald, and Red. A real array of colors, or at least, that's what he thought.
"Gosh, Shadow, how long has it been now?"
Shadow recited immediately like a computer would, "5 years, 2 months, 17 days, and 6 hours." The pink creature gave the black one a look that personified the image of 'whoa, that was a little creepy!' Shadow understood this look and continued, "You run out of things to do when you're alone for five years." Amy thought there was a little something extra meant in this comment, but it was apparent that Shadow had no clue, and thought he was making conversation as usual.
She picked up her things and they continued walking. Another thing Shadow had noticed when he was examining her was a ring, a diamond, on the left hand, second finger from the left. Shadow spoke first, "So I see you're engaged. Did Sonic finally give in?"
"I wish," she said, almost depressed, "No, sonic gave me this for my sixteenth birthday. He didn't mean it in that way, but I still wear it there to show everyone else that I'm a taken woman. And anyway, he has been lightening up a little, with you not here and me getting older"
Something struck him from what Amy had said. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it was something of interest. He would get back to it later. In the mean time, he said coolly, "Amy, you haven't changed a bit!" They both laughed, and then there was an uncomfortable silence. To bring up a subject he asked, "So what's with the gun?"
"Oh, that? It's self defense."
"Well, that much I had gathered, but you don't seem like a gun person, especially since Sonic seems to loath the things."
The bright mood switched off, and the girl continued with a much darker, slower tone, "Well, after you left, and the black arms were gone, most of the major cities on earth had been demolished. Because of that, a lot of people didn't have anywhere to go or live. So they resorted to thievery and violence. My hammer was too big to carry around all the time, and so, when I was walking home, a man came up to me and pulled me off into an alley, and well I'm not really comfortable going into any details. He he," she laughed uncomfortably.
"Oh! Sorry, I had no idea."
"That's okay, it was a good question though." Still a little uncomfortable, she changed the subject. "So, finally getting up there, eh gramps?" she snickered.
"Huh, what do you mean?" he said. He didn't look it, but he sounded utterly baffled by her comment.
"Your quills, they all have white tips to them. So I guess being fifty-seven is really getting to you."
"Excuse me, but my quills are perfectly normal. Anyways, I'm an immortal. I'm forever young and don't suffer from old age." He stuck out his tongue childishly.
"Oh really, well I guess I'll just have to prove it to you then Mr. forever young!" she slowed slightly, and placed one hand on shadows head near the base of one of his bunches of quills, then she fiddled around with them until she isolated one quill...
"Aaahh, AAHHH, OOOWWE! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" the dark being shouted as he rubbed the back of his head.
"See?" Amy said playfully as she showed him the quill, which indeed was tipped white. "So'd you bleach it, or what? It apparently couldn't be old age!"
"I honestly don't know how they got like that. They've only been this short for two days since I–, oh! I remember now. It must be seared from when I cut it down to normal size."
"Huh?" Amy replied plainly, obviously not understanding.
"Allow me to explain I'm not very fond of sharp objects, so I burnt through my quills in an uncharged chaos spear. Hmm, I wonder why it didn't have the same effect on my fur"
Amy responded once again with a simple, "Huh!"
"Oh, never mind. I'll just have to remember to fix it later."
"Don't." said the rosey hedgehog, "I think you should keep them. It looks cute." Shadow's cheeks flashed crimson, and he averted his gaze to the concrete below. "I see that mister! Don't get any ideas! I may think they're cute, but I'm still Sonic's girl one hundred percent."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I get it Amy."
"Oh, well this is my house, It was good to talk to you again, and I'm glad that you're back." Said the girl.
"We'll have to catch up some more some time. But for now, I'm late on my way to Rouge's. you wouldn't happen to know where she lives would you?
"yeah, she lives on the ckiff on the mountain over there." She pointed to the red cliff that lay in the horizon. Shadow let out a groan, then a shrug, and finally turned and walked off. Before he could get too far, Amy came panting after him with a notepad. "Wait up Shadow," She said as she breathed heavily, "I forgot to ask you. Where can I reach you now that you're back in town?
Shadow kept walking and without turning around, he said, "Seaside plaza hotel: Station Square: roof suite."
"Thanks. I'll be sure to give you a call every once in a while. Goodbye!"
AAAHHAHAHAHH, FOUL DEMONS!1!1oneelevin. I'm running out of material. I only have one more chapter typed up, then I'll have to, start writing rough drafts again gasp. NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!111!111!1!11!ELEVIN+SHIFT
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