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Warning: Language, Sexual Themes
Ch.1: The Portrait of a Rose
???, Tuesday, April 26th, 1:00 am
How long did I keep myself locked in this house? 7 hours...9 hours...32? I can't tell at this point. Whatever the case may be, the irregular knocking and activity have stopped. And at a good time too, there was no way I was going to stay here forever. I will finally get this chance to get that artifact before it comes back. If I'm not back, this is my only warning on this single recording to anyone who listens...it en-
*CLICK*
Metropolis district #7, Monday, April 18th, 7:00 am
Sonic's Perspective
It was an ordinary sunny morning with the slight warm breeze that can make your out for a walk, jog, whichever suits your fancy pretty sweet. Usually, at this time of 3 in the morning, I take a little jog to work the calves, keeping them strong like always. It was then I found a flower field nearby and decided to take a little rest before I continue my 100-meter run.
Normally I would be able to go a whole lot longer and farther but just two days ago I ssssss kinda tweaked both my hamstrings. Soooo I'm technically only able to use 15% of my true speed, doctor's orders you know. That'll teach me to drift too sharply. At least I was still able to run...just not as fast as I want to be.
Well, it's not all bad honestly. This kind of pacing gave me a new perspective that I rarely ever get to experience. Specifically with how my slow pacing allows me to take in more sights and details around me. Gotta say it's pretty sweet.
"(Welp haah time to burn the rest of the two hours.)"
When the two hours passed by I jogged back to Metropolis using the long path that I memorized for exercising purposes. Along the way, I met up with Tails who was just returning to his mobile home, groceries bag in each hand. Funny thing actually, I live with him.
"Yo Tails."
"Oh Sonic, finished your run for today?"
"Yeah, buddy...Let me guess, pulled an all-nighter again?"
By the looks of Tails' bags under his eyes, it was pretty clear about the all-nighter thing. Thanks to his new job as a computer tech assistant he gets a crap ton of requests and stuff. Well, at least that's what he tells me. I don't really get involved in his business that much anyway. But it does make him a lot of money...and it makes me feel bad since I don't have a job myself.
"Heheh yeah true, luckily there were fewer phone calls than usual this time so I got more sleep. It's like people don't know how to restart their computer or something."
"Need some help?"
"Nah I can handle it. Besides, don't you have somewhere important to be at today?"
Siigghh thanks for the reminder buddy. What he's talking about is that a few weeks ago I promised Amy to go out with her on a date, a single date is what we agreed on! If no spark happens then she promised that she won't bother me again about it. Surprisingly I agreed and you know what?...For once I won't complain about it.
Yeah yeah, I bet you're surprised but no, it wasn't the result of a lost bet. It was more of after all the constant chasing and junk combined with my injury a thought popped into my mind. "Would it really be that bad to go on one silly date with Amy?" So yeah I decided to give it a chance.
Still got a lot of time till 12pm. We both decided to take the date to the new Metropolis carnival opening nearby. Since it was going to be sunny with clear skies it was perfect to walk around, breeze through our quills. To pass the time I went to a couple of shops to at least have the courtesy to buy Amy a present.
Metropolis yearly Carnival entrance, 11:58 am
Shit, shit, shit why did that line have to take so long?! I'm going to be late and that woulda bitch to happen when being the "fastest thing alive" makes you the "slowest normie cripple to walk the face of the planet." From afar I can see Amy standing by the entrance, patiently waiting. Her hair was beautifully curled, her cheeks has some blush which made her look...cute.
The light purple mascara made her lashes strike to the goosebumps in my arms, in a good way and her rosy lipstick was really...damn the words escaped me. She was wearing a violet fur coat that covered her light pink blouse and pants that matched the coast's color along with her heels. Would've fooled me to believe at first that we were actually going to a fancy restaurant instead of a carnival. Er of course girls want to pretty themselves up for a date. What I didn't expect was the results being so effective. Ah! There was no time to admire Amy's appearance, I can do that later. Right now I gotta book it...slightly due to my injury it wasn't going to make that easy for me.
Luckily Amy saw me, smiled, and waved over to me. Thank goodness I made it just in time.
"Haah haah haah hey Ames, did you wait long?"
"Nope, you're right on time. I honestly thought you weren't going to show."
"No way, I'm actually serious about this...Oh uh here."
I handed Amy a stuffed plushy of me...ah shit.
"A plushy version of you?"
...Why the fuck did I buy that with actual rings?! I thought I bought one of those cute bears just to be cheesy and kinda mushy. Great, now she'll think I'm an egotistical, narcissistic asshole. What a great first impression on a first date!
I prepared myself to be yelled at but instead, I heard Amy stifling a laugh until it came bursting out from her lips. I didn't really think it was that funny...better than being hit by the Piko Piko Hammer.
"Err sorry about that. I uhh bought the wrong thing."
"Aww it's okay Sonic, at least you tried. It's the thought that counts."
After calming down Amy looked me up and down.
"Wow, you're actually wearing the jacket I got you last year."
Oh yeah, that's right, last year for my 22nd birthday Amy bought me this kickass light blue jacket. For once in my life, I took a liking to the fashion style and how sharp it made me look. Especially with the lightning bolt etched on the back. Damn, I looked like a badass when I was in front of the mirror.
"Yeah well, I got pretty attached to the new digs. Kind of long overdue but thanks by the way.
"Of course Sonic. I already got our tickets so you ready?"
Shit, now I left Amy to pay for expensive tickets? Wow, now I really look like a freeloader.
"Definitely...remember Amy, this is just one date."
"*Giggle* I know I know Sonic."
"I know that you know. I just wanted to remind you about this one date."
"C'mon Sonic I'm a woman of my word. We'll see how things go throughout the day
Sigh, I don't doubt it when Amy says that. Anyway aside from that, we walked into the bustling crowded carnival. There were so many tempting booths with high energy and laughing people we didn't even know which to choose first.
Metropolis yearly Carnival, 4:00 pm
I never thought that Amy and I would have so much fun. The fast rides were so cool, my stupid grin that was plastered on me never left the whole time. And the food booths? Sweet Jesus the food booths. Amy got me to try some new stuff I haven't before that wasn't the good old chilidog. Sweet and sour pork on a stick, a double chili burger with melted mozzarella cheese, funnel cakes drizzled with hazelnut and caramel. Gotta tell you, folks, it was heaven from there.
Amy's smile never left her face either...I really liked how much fun she had with me. Surprisingly, I thought I would be boring to her. Boy was I wrong there. Hah, maybe slowing down and chilling a bit more was well worth the hamstring incident. Oh uh just so you know it doesn't hurt all that bad really. In fact, I didn't need any crutches. It just feels a little tender when I try to reach a certain amount of speed or I misstep or trip. Other than that I can walk and jog normally (somewhat), thanks gifted legs for not leaving me completely crippled.
So as Amy and I were walking and talking while laughing at the same time towards the exit she stopped me in my tracks.
"Hey Sonic look!"
Amy pointed towards a booth to my left. I turned my head in the direction of her finger and raised a brow in curiosity. Huh? That's funny, we never saw a booth like this when we were walking around before. There was a black-feathered avian individual sitting on a black, polished wooden chair that looked pretty old and fancy in an antique-looking way. He was surrounded by 5 white, empty art canvases I think they were called? They were leaning against black wooden er what were they called again, easels? With all the time I had been at home I picked little bits here and there.
Anyway, he was wearing a purple apron covering his slightly worn-out black, leathery jacket. His dark navy blue jeans were pretty baggy, only his black, shiny, leg-high boots looked new and unscathed. I don't know why Amy was interested in this, but I immediately felt something off I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"There Amy? Are you sure? It's getting pretty late."
"Aww c'mon Sonic, just a little. After this, we can go home."
...Can't argue with that I guess. Besides, this guy undoubtedly looked like an artist if it wasn't obvious already. As we steadily approached the booth the black avian noticed that we were coming and looked over his shoulder, directly at us. I'm not sure about Amy but the way this guy was staring with his blood-red iris sent shivers down my spine and my throat went dry though I drank some mountain dew earlier. The reason I said iris and not its plural version was because he only had one good eye that worked. *Shivers* that bandaged left eye gave me the creeps, at the same time I felt pity for the possible accident he went through.
By the looks of things he was in the middle of cleaning some of his tools, at least he was professional about it. After a couple of moments of awkward silence, the black avian quickly stood up from his seat and bowed his head in a gentlemanly manner.
"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hedgehog to my Grand Art Emporium. My name is Haven von Claude the Crow, a grand artist from a faraway land."
Woah Woah Woah Mr. and Mrs.? We're not even married.
"Woah there my dude, we're not actually married!"
"Oh?...My apologies, your lovely other looked like a woman of wealthy assets and grace while arm-in-arm with a man of great power such as yourself. Excuse me."
This Haven guy gently took Amy's hand from underneath and lightly kissed it with his beaked lips.
"Mademoiselle."
"Ooo a charmer."
Amy's cheeks turned pink for a sec, completely flattered by this guy's charm. He quickly noticed my few-second glare and slinked back while clearing his throat. Hmmm, his dulcet, smooth tone of voice rubbed me the wrong way along with the fact that he was just the same height as me.
"Yeaahhh so what is it that you do here?"
"Jeez Sonic that's kind of rude. I'm so sorry."
"Think nothing of it, Mademoiselle. You see I come from a foreign land in which I was the royal painter to a royal family."
"By God that's amazing!"
"If you say so Ames (show off)."
"Why it is and for just one ring I can make a complete portrait of you and your lover."
"Gasp no kidding? Sonic this sounds like a rare opportunit-"
I stepped in front of her, gently putting her behind me for protection. Uh-huh, this guy is getting even more suspicious the more he talks. I gave a cheeky grin at him.
"Heh, sounds a little fishy if you ask me. I mean c'mon a royal painter with one working eye and you're offering us a full painted portrait for just one ring?"
"Sonic?!"
You gotta admit though, one ring is extraordinarily cheap, a fricken steal basically. Throughout this entire carnival, I made use of the hundreds upon hundreds of rings that weren't used in, shit if I know how long? I mean Amy actually got me to use my large amount to buy some good shit I never thought I would ever get besides an ordinary chilidog from a chilidog stand for only 20 rings. Sorry, I was getting a little sidetracked.
"And how did you know her last name? She never told it to you out loud."
Haven perked up instantaneously as if he wasn't bothered by me at all. What a prick for real.
"Anyone who comes to Metropolis knows of the legendary Sonic the Hedgehog and Amy Rose. How do you say, 'news spreads like wildfire'?"
"Yeah well, I actually believe your little stand is bullshit. I mean one measly ring-"
"Can produce a thirty-minute portrait, watercolor and all. A high-quality masterpiece if I do say so myself."
What the fuck?! That's a fast artist with all those tools I see behind him. Nonono, don't get distracted.
"Ahem anyway, do you actually think we'll fall for your little scheme?"
"Sonic!"
"It is fine. As all masterful artists including myself working with a model of any kind, one of the most important factors that shall never be infringed upon ever between artist and model are trust and communication. For you, honesty is, how they say, the best policy."
I crossed my arms waiting patiently, still making sure that Amy was still behind me. At this point, I can tell that he was going to tell a sad backstory to gain our trust. Sigh, I'll play along anyway.
"I'm waiting."
"Of course. Ahem you see after the King, Queen, and even their only son passed away from a plague, I made the decision to come to Metropolis to have a new life."
"Oh dear..."
"A tragedy it was. But I managed to turn around and make a living with my talents. I'm n-not greedy when it comes to money, I just want to keep improving. Which is why I'm doing this for only one ring each."
Amy elbowed me in the stomach, kinda deserved it though. I'm still suspicious about him anyway.
"What do you say, madam and mister? Care to give it a shot?"
"I will."
"Sorry, I'll pass...I'm not the sit still kind of guy."
"Understandable, if you please Mademoiselle."
Haven grabbed one of the wooden chairs from beside him and placed it a few inches across from him. Before Amy could set her rump onto the seat Haven moved aside the surrounding canvasses and left one in front of his own chair.
"Like I said before Mademoiselle-"
Haven moved behind Amy while speaking in a low whisper near her ear. Suspiciousness points just went up by 300.
"-trust and communication. Now if you would tilt your body to your right slightly and place your hands on your knees."
Amy did as she was told. Haven then whispered some more instructions to create the pose he wanted for a minute or two until he got up and backed away. As he did he formed a rectangle by forming an L using his finger and his thumb from each hand while using his one good eye to look through.
Haven finally took his seat and picked up his tools to start his work. Yeeeaaah there was no way I was going to stand around waiting for this weirdo... However for Amy, I'll endure it for now. Besides, if he tries anything funny his teeth will be scattered throughout the dirt when my foot bends his fucking bea-
It felt like 25 minutes went by since this guy was painting Amy. No one has said anything, Including myself, complete silence except for the calm stroking of the brush and the other tools in his belt. I swear I was going to fall asleep standing up if I had to wait 5 more minutes. Gotta admit though, Haven was pretty fast I'll give him that. The razor-sharp focus, the hand coordination, the way he just switches tools without even looking at them. Sheesh, he may be a pro afterall.
I was actually more surprised that Amy was still sitting like a perfect model. She must've really got interested so she is taking this seriously, no complaints whatsoever throughout this thing. Uggghhh I can feel my patience shaving away little by little.
"Snnnnfff haah...mmhmm... mhmhmhmhmhmhm. It is done."
"Really?"
Amy finally spoke up in unison with me, relief washing all over now that I didn't have to stand like an idiot statue. Meanwhile, Haven swiftly placed the tools that he used into his belt like some cowboy putting away his gun into their holster...Tails got me to watch some old western movies with him one time. Anyway pushing that aside, Amy relaxed her entire body since it was over, beads of sweat appeared across her forehead.
"Pheeew that was tough. Now I understand the pain of the artist's models."
"Well if it were any ordinary artist they would've taken 15 or more minutes to complete this lovely, intoxicating portrait like yours has become. Compliments to the will of the gods that has created you."
Okay Romeo, cool it with the over-the-top compliments you're making. Like jeez, it's like he's buttering Amy up so much that the next thing he'll probably request is feet pics... God forbid that.
"Oh stoooop it, you're making me blush."
"Hold up bub, I'll be the judge of the portrait."
"No offense Sonic, but you wouldn't know good art if it bounced off your spine."
Sheesh, I keep forgetting how brutally honesty she can be. Though Amy was right, my taste in art is...not exceptionally good. But if I can look at Amy and see how pretty she is then damnit I can look at a portrait and do the same. Okay, that sounded a little weird from my perspective.
"Uh I would not recomm-"
"Don't give me that crap, I just want to see if you're really as good as you say you are."
"Bu-"
"Hmph good ahead."
"?!"
Wonder what got this guy so worried. If he's as great as he claims there shouldn't be any screw ups right? Even someone like me who is not so educated in the arts can see some pretty basic mistakes. So I circled around the finished canvas and put my elbow on his shoulder with the cockiest smile I can muster...it quickly changed without me realizing it.
The moment I took a look at that portrait my face was frozen. For the first time in my life, I never thought I'd see the same beautiful thing that gave me this kind of reaction twice in one day other than nature. The way Amy was painted...so breathtaking. Every nook and cranny of her pose...I-I can't stop staring at it. When I look into her eyes it's like she's staring into my soul.
"(Brrr...I just felt a strange chill running down my neck. Hmm it is kinda chilly.)"
"Hey, Sonic? How is your critically acclaimed eye for art doing? Is it bland and hideous?"
"..."
I really couldn't say anything about this. But if I don't answer Amy she might bash my skull in. Steeling myself mentally I felt my voice come back. I could also feel my face getting hot.
"W-well why don't you see for yourself then?"
"(Sonic's turning red? Wow, I never thought I see the day. Is he actually seeing me?) Gosh, you're unbelievable sometimes. I told you that your eye for art was non-existent."
Amy got up from the seat and walked over to the other side of Haven to see what I was talking about. The moment her gaze reached the portrait, her eyes widened as I did. She was so taken aback she took a single step back while her hands covered her mouth. Tears also started to form from both corners of her eyes. The funny thing was Amy unconsciously trying to dab away her tears to avoid ruining the makeup she probably spent hours doing.
"It's...it's..."
"Amy?"
"It's so beautiful. This portrait is so...oh my gosh Haven thank you for this."
"Th-th-think nothing of it, it's my h-h-hobby and p-passion after all."
I wondered why Haven was stuttering his words for, he did it perfectly. Not only that, his brow was sweating bullets. Don't know what the deal with that is, but a deal's a deal. Taking out a single ring I flung it up a few inches by flicking my thumb, it ended up landing in Haven's open hand.
"A deal's a deal right?"
"...Y-yes of course ."
"Wow it's getting late, isn't it? C'mon Ames, I'll walk you home."
After I called out to her Amy regained her composure.
"Ahem...sure Sonic, I would love for you to accompany me. Thanks again for this."
We walked away from Haven and out of the carnival. I then offered to carry the portrait for her which she accepted. Aside from that weirdo this whole mmmm date thing was not so bad after all...I might want to do this again sometime.
Haven's perspective
As soon as the young couple walked away from my sight I turned my body towards my scattered brushes. The lifestyle of an artist has always been a hard cycle due to the adaptation of the world and their tastes to what is beautiful. To me as a masterful artist, a sharpened mind and skill are the most important motivators for my creativity and purpose for my very existence.
Despite my slight bodily obstacle I strive to have a stronger sense o- *Sigh* Who am I kidding. How can I still deny the fate that was forcibly laid out to me. Now another person is going to die, such as my fate to be. After so long it's going to happen again and yet I have no tears to shed for my victims. The cleaning would have to wait. I have no choice...my arm was searing in pain anyway.
Luckily for me, I was nearby my privacy curtain which I use if I needed rest. But this reason wasn't for resting. Pulling back the curtain I entered my tiny room (which is a part of my traveling cart) whilst holding my arm. After so long I gained a tolerance for the pain. Unfortunately, it gets worse if it is not done fast enough.
Seeing that my arm was glowing a vibrant green hue I got to work. Though I stumbled a bit to reach my white cabinet I pressed my body against it so I could try to regain my stability. By the gods I felt dizzy, but I didn't have any time for that so I opened the second out of the four drawers, they were all there. My scalpel, my belt strap, and the slightly worn-out block made out of cherry wood.
Fuck it was getting hard to breathe, I had to hurry at all cost. The progression was getting faster than necessary. Of course, I got worried about it, curse my damned luck. With my free arm, I pulled up my sleeve, revealing some wrapped-up bandages. I then unwrapped them, revealing some gash wounds, old and freshly recent ones that run up along my forearm. Along with these wounds a squirming, glowing green tattoo wrapped around the entirety, bubbling and writhing as if it was alive.
"Haah huuu haah snnnfff just like before, this is no different."
I managed to convince myself to go through with it once again as I tightly strapped on the belt along the base of my shoulder. Taking the scalpel in hand I bit into the wooden block and without hesitation nor shakey hands I carved a line into my wrist. Slowly trickles of my blood swam down my arm and dripped on the wooden floorboards. In all honesty, I thought for a moment to go deeper into the pulsating vein just so I can finally end it all...but alas I knew perfectly well that it will never happen.
After the self-made cut, I settled the bloody tipped scalpel on top of the cabinet. For a few seconds, the pain became unbearable, causing me to scream through my teeth that were bitten into the wood until the green hue dissipated and the hellish pain, was gone. Good, the voices vanished...like it always has before.
"Haah sssss haah haah."
There are a lot of times in which I question God's endless path for me. It's too late anyway...all I can do is pray for a painless end.
"...49."
District #7 Metropolis apartment complex, 5:45pm
Sonic's perspective
Surprisingly we were both silent on our way to Amy's room. I was a little embarrassed since we held hands through the lobby, even while we were in the elevator. The slight blush on my face never left as we walked out and down the 2nd-floor hallway. Eventually, we both stopped in sync in front of Room 213.
"...Um you can let go of my hand now Sonic."
Oh sheez I didn't realize that I was holding Amy's hand for this long. The moment I let go I turned my head towards Amy, her cheeks were redder than mine.
"Er sorry about that."
"It's okay, just a sec."
Amy rummaged through her purse to find her apartment key.
"Wait you want me to come in?"
"Ah...did you want to?"
"(Why the fuck did I say that?!)" is the exact question that popped into my brain. Normally in this kind of situation, I would just instantly say "maybe I'll see you again sometime" since the...date was fun with no issue. But for some reason, something in the back of my mind urged me to say that. The explanation escaped me, this entire day was full of unexpected crap for me physically and psychologically. In simple terms I felt like I wanted to spend a little more time with Amy before parting ways...not in that way!
"S-Sure."
The look on Amy's face was that of pure surprise, mostly shock. She most likely didn't expect me to ask a question like that at all. Fair since even I didn't anticipate my mouth moving by itself, not that it was the end of the world or anything childish like that. At the same time without looking, Amy unlocked her door based on muscle memory alone.
"I-I mean you don't have to have me if you don't wa-"
"It's fine Sonic. You can come in (Sonic wants to come inside?!)"
Slowly entering Amy's darkened apartment or I was about to take 2 steps inside until-
"Hold it bub!"
Amy's authoritative shout froze me in place with one leg hovering over the darkened pink carpet as far as I could tell.
"Make sure you take off your shoes before you even think about stepping onto my recently vacuumed carpet."
Phew dodged a pretty dangerous bullet there. The last thing I needed right now was me f-ing up our date day with a Piko Piko hammer smashed over my head. I did what she said and took off my shoes, planting them neatly by her coat rack which was a few inches next to her front door. Wait, people still use those?
At the same time, Amy switched on her apartment's light, unveiling the living room with its bright colors. I almost forgot that she liked pink for a second. At least it wasn't, you know, overly pink on everything, just her carpet was that way. Really makes me wonder why I thought that in the first place. Hmmm maybe I was expecting my eyes to hurt but no, Amy was that great at setting an atmosphere for her guests.
Honestly, this was one of those rare times that I ever took off my shoes for someone. I'm starting to get used to getting rid of the habit too. Yeah, eventually someone had to tell me off about it so I took the harsh advice.
In mere moments of taking in my surroundings, I noticed th- Woah! What a nice plasma screen television Amy has, must've been expensive too. Man whatever job she has they gotta be paying her well.
"Make yourself at home Sonic. I'm going to be right there by the kitchen so do you mind waiting for me on the couch?"
"Sure Ames, I can do that."
Doing as Amy said I sat myself down onto the hot pink furred couch. Strangely in my case, it felt comfy under me. I would have to bet Amy konks herself out on this thing after a long day sometimes. It didn't take too long for her to come around from the side with two mugs of peppermint tea, I can tell from the aroma. Handing me one of the mugs Amy settled herself next to me.
" We need to talk."
"About?"
"The date of course. We both promised to talk to each other about it before we went our merry way. So um..."
Well, I'm glad that I went inside then, I totally forgot about that part of the promise. Can you blame Amy for being so nervous and red? I mean heck we just had our first official date at a carnival and it was amazing. Never did I ever think that it would be so worth it. Then again neither did she. Anyway, Amy gulped slightly as she continued her sentence.
"Did you...enjoy the date Sonic?"
Oh jeez, that's right. This is technically the end of the one-time date...damn, this slight tightening in my chest is pretty uncomfortable man. It's like when Amy asked me that question it instantly hit me in the gut. Did I really want to answer that question? Yes, I'm aware that the question within a question makes it sounds bad but it's out of concern for me and her.
These new...feelings that are developing within me are tough to grasp you know. I don't wanna hurt Amy's feelings depending on my answer. As for the other part.-
"...Uh...W..."
-That's what I mean! I can barely formulate the answer I want. This never happened before. Normally it would be easy to do, now is different. In slight frustration, I was rubbing the top of my right knuckles with my hand. Amy noticed my distraught self and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Sonic? Are you okay?"
"..."
"If it's hard for you to answer then I understand. I get it, you've never really had this kind of experience before so it's all new to you."
My consciousness was beating inside my skull, screaming at me to answer her. This was ridiculous that I was this silent. Meanwhile, Amy got up from the couch, patting herself off.
"Don't worry Sonic, I'm not mad. I was just glad that you gave me this chance."
Suddenly without thinking about it my eyes widened and my body stood up by itself. Amy was turned away from me so I gently spun her around to face me. Understandably she had a slightly surprised look on her face as I spoke up.
"I did like it!..."
Even I was surprised that the words just burst out of me. Just letting that out felt...good.
"...Really?"
"Yeah, you have no idea. Today was awesome. Our d-d-date was fun.
"Oh wow? I'm glad that you said that, I had fun too. D-Does that me-"
At that moment I wanted to take a step back to give Amy some space. But my right toe caught the left heel of my sock, causing me to fall backward. My hands were still on Amy's shoulders so I inadvertently dragged her down with me.
"Oh shit!"
"Wha? Sonic?!"
*Thump*
Ssssss oww that hurt like a bitch. Landing head first before lying flat on your back was obviously no fun. Crap, the impact got me slightly dizzy for a few moments. When I shook my head in order to clear my vision I tilted my head down. Amy, who remained unharmed was resting her head on my chest, her body right on top of mine.
It was hard to see but Amy's face was beet red just as much as mine. She immediately lifted her body off of mine so she was hovering over me instead. The blush from the feeling of embarrassment that was covering her face vanished, replacing it with a look of worry.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay Sonic?"
"Um uh nothing that I can't handle."
I tried to play this injury off by nervously laughing, the same I usually do the moment someone worries. My laughter ended when I noticed a tiny bruise on her cheek. Out of concern I gently placed my hand on the injury and stroked it.
"S-Sonic?"
"By God, I'm so sorry about this. I didn't mean for this to ruin the end of our date."
"Hey, you don't have to apologize. I got clumsy too so we're even."
"But Amy I...I seem to screw things up at bad times, even when they're important at this moment. I don't want to lose this feeling that has been bubbling up inside as of recently."
Losing people that are important to me is on my list of fears (that and water). This situation is pushing me towards something that could very well relieve me of the emotional baggage. As far as I could tell Amy gets where I'm coming from.
"Amy I lo-"
Before I could utter the next 4 words I wanted to finally let out of my system Amy mashed her lips against my own, kissing me with such fiery passion I never expected from her at all. We both indulged in our sweet, peppery kisses which soon involved tongue. Wow, she tasted so sweet yet bitter at the same time. Huh, whatever lipstick Amy was wearing was working wonders on me.
I couldn't help but feel around different parts of her body in a sensual manner. The softness drove me mad as she removed her tongue from my mouth and sat upward, slowly straddling my midsection with slow, seductive, circular movements provided by her hips. She then took both my hands and guided them underneath her blouse with hastened breath along with stifled moans so I could have easy access to her smooth-skinned figure of a stomach.
This stimulation was going to drag me up the wall. As the rookie that I was, I feel like my composure would break at any moment if Amy kept up with the hot teasing combined with me having the free skin/fur access. Scooting myself up to a sitting position I moved my mouth towards Amy's neck and playfully nibbled it, prompting some soft coos to escape her lips.
You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss Amy again. So I looked into her eyes while wrapping my arms around her waist, hers were around my neck. It's like we had this psychic connection since we didn't need words to convey our wants. We both felt like we were going deeper and deeper into this web of desire as we both closed our eyes and moved our lips closer to each-others once again. That is until the loud ringing from Amy's cellphone forced us back to our senses
"Ah sorry, that's my phone."
The moment Amy got off me I felt a heavyweight in my heart along with disappointment. At first, I was trying to understand why but it didn't take long to realize the answer to my own question. I wanted to continue what Amy and I wanted to do. You know the kissing and touching and stuff. To be honest I was nervous about the next tier. So on one hand I felt down yet on the other it did "save" me from screwing up without preparation.
After a few minutes on the couch on her phone, Amy turned back towards me with a slight giggle.
"It was Cream. She was asking me how my date was going."
"Heheh that silly rascal...I-I gotta go."
In a hurry, I got myself off the floor and grabbed my jacket. Amy had this look of worry on her face as if she thought she did something wrong.
"Wait, Sonic? Did I do something?"
Actually, it's more of a me problem. I always liked the way Amy was always making her priorities on other people's problems rather than herself. And I just deemed that annoying and never really got a grasp on her true personality. All I did was label her as the "Crazy fangirl" for a long time, which made me feel like shit too (although most of the time it was mostly true).
"No it's not you Ames, it's me. I just need to go back home for the moment."
"I mean you don't have to go back since you're here. Why not stay the night? I can be cool with it."
"...Thanks Amy but I just...have to go."
"Oh...Okay."
Before I grabbed the door handle of Amy's front door I turned around gave her a pretty loving hug. I didn't see it yet I can feel that Amy had a warm smile on her face as she nuzzled into my shoulder, hugging back.
"Let's do this again Amy okay?"
I moved my head away to look directly at her face. Jeez, she was blushing like I was. Before any of us said could say anything else we both shared a quick passionate kiss. We didn't even think. We just did what our hearts beating in our chests told us to do. I released my hands that were holding hers as I headed towards the door and opened it.
"Goodnight Sonic."
I froze right there. My hand gripping the wooden frame of the door was quivering slightly. But I remembered that I would see Amy again later. Wow, so this is what love does to people, including myself who was a little oblivious to the feeling up till a few hours ago.
"Goodnight...Amy."
Closing the door behind me my body felt a little lighter. Now that doesn't mean my legs will get better anytime soon, oh well. After taking a couple of steps away from the apartment a sudden chill literally went through me, causing me to quickly shift my body to the door. I didn't know what the hell it was but it felt...ominous and bloodthirsty.
"What the hell?"
Taking a deep breath I reclaimed my nerves and continued walking out of the complex and along the path back home. Hopefully, Tails didn't miss me for being out so late.
Amy's perspective
He kissed me, I never thought I experience the day when that would ever happen in my life, ever. As I was laying on top of my bed in my fluffy pink pajamas my thoughts were flooding all over the place and my heart won't stop thumping. For so long I came to terms with how Sonic will never see me more than just a great friend and that's okay.
Our kiss felt so surreal and...pretty hot. Then again reality is kinda better than fantasies. But wow I almost lost control over myself, my body was moving by itself at the time. If only we didn't get interrupted by my phone maybe we would've...No Amy, snap out of it! Just because you guys kissed does not mean things will escalate further that quickly.
I should really think about this in Sonic's perspective. He never felt this kind of way about anyone and the fact that we were too fast about must've hit him. Hmm, it can also be said about myself but that's not the point. The point is that things went by a little fast without us really adapting to the relationship change and the emotions overtaking us at the time.
Oh crap, I almost forgot the portrait and I was gonna go to sleep without hanging it up. So I hopped off the bed and did some work to the wall above my dresser. It took a couple of minutes but after hitting the final nail the portrait stayed where it was perfect. I just can't believe a talented artist like Haven made this. Still, I feel pretty sad about his past story.
Sigh unfortunately the carnival was only for one day and I won't be able to see him again. I could've done something to help him at least. Maybe if I see him around I'll give him something like uhhhhhh a cake to say thank you. Like jeez, 1 measly ring? I know with his talents he deserves something more than that.
As I crawled into bed I shut off my lights and snuggled with my Sonic plushie...don't judge me! Quickly the heaviness of my eyes overcame me, drifting me and my consciousness to slumber.
Haven's perspective
Before I retire for the night I knelt at the side of my bed and offered a prayer to God, despite me knowing full well that he has abandoned me in my time of need. What was the point...I've already fallen so much. How can God give his blessings to someone with no soul to cleanse with?
"...Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you."
"And you seem to have forgotten that I don't give a shit about what you want."
Sigh once again the apparition of myself has come to haunt me again. No surprise here for me. I'm up to the point in which I don't even bother looking up at his direction
"What do you want?"
"I just want to know when in the fuck did you start feeling sympathy, now of all times?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Like hell, it isn't my concern! You and I already know that there's nothing that can be done. What's done is done."
Of course, I knew what I got myself into. He didn't need to remind me every goddamn time. I got myself into this hell and I gotta live with it, no matter how long it takes...But maybe-
"(!) What was that I sensed just now? Remorse? Second thoughts? Snnnnfffff oh hell yeah that's exactly what the smell is."
"(Shit!)"
The sweat developed from my brow. Damnit, I showed an opening for that bastard.
"...Oh I see now. Now that the pink bitch is the next target your conscience has reared its ugly fucking head. How cute you are, no homo. I feel you actually for once. If only you tapped that pink ass just once."
I knew exactly where my apparition was as I lost my temper and managed to grab him by the collar.
"SHE'S AN INNOCENT GIRL!"
I of course wasn't afraid. The apparition never left me alone and is constantly tormenting me. This was the first time in _ years that I emotionally snapped. It was also a long time since I'd looked into the black, sunken eyes of the devil.
"Mmmm I love the fire lighting inside you. Jokes aside, you may have a single chance and you know what that is don't you?
"No...No I won't do it aga-"
"But you don't have a choice in the manner! The only way to save from an even more brutal death is-"
"Stop! I don't want to hear it!"
I tried to release my own apparition from my own grip but it gripped onto my wrists with inhuman strength. Forcing me to face him once more a demonic smile stretched across his face. Oh, how I shivered from its demonic smile, no matter how many times I've seen it.
"What other choices do you think you have? None other than this."
"I...I."
"An act of mercy. Isn't that what your God calls it? Maybe you still got this once in a lifetime to do something right."
"An act of mercy..."
"Yes...in order to save her, kill her...Black Crow."
End of Ch.1
Happy belated Halloween. This story was supposed to be a Halloween kind of thing last year (2020) but you know the whole heinous process of being a writer if you catch my drift. Better late than never (along with my other delayed stories). Anyway, thanks for the curiosity read and make sure you tell your friends and spread it like a plag-
Hey, wait...I just remembered that novels are timeless so...I don't need to worry all that much about being "late" (Unless you were being paid, you idiot.)