A/N:Time to get the ball rollin' again! Here's chapter seven of my story.
Disclaimer: I own Dark and everyone's past. waha!
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She's getting better, Amy I mean.
But she still seems really distant all of the time. Is she always being tortured by that other being inside of her?
I don't know. I'm not her.
What I do know is that she's suddenly started trying really hard to be optimistic. She doesn't want to hurt any of her friends. She hopes that by remaining happy that we'll stop worrying about her.
But we still do. Shadow and I.
We can't stop worrying until that demonic gene is destroyed! I know that Dr. Robotnik must know something of the gene, having kidnapped Amy time and time again. But we can't rely on him for help. He's too far-gone to the evil side, and we can't present him with the power he's been wanting this whole time only to watch him use it to enslave everyone after Amy is no longer a threat.
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What would Sonic do? I found myself thinking. If he knew that Amy could destroy the world by dying?
...Or does he already know? Did Tanya explain everything to him while he was growing up? And if he did know, why wouldn't he tell anyone so that we could fix the problem before it got to big to handle...
I with-held a shudder as another cold thought popped into my head.
Does he want the world to end? To finally exact his revenge on Robotnik?
I shook my head in confusion. "That can't be..." I muttered to myself.
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"What can't be?" A familiar voice questioned. I'd forgotten that Shadow was in the same room as me. Yes...he was helping me with Amy's problem as well...but to what lengths would be go to protect this planet? He'd nearly died saving it once before, would he really risk doing it again?
"...Tails?" He shook my shoulders lightly; jarring me back into reality.
"Huh?" I asked dumbly.
He looked worried for a second, but he quickly masked his emotions. "I asked about what you were saying." He said slowly. Elaborating on getting me to understand the whole picture this time.
"I-It's nothing." I told him, trying to be as carefree as possible. "...nothing."
But we both could tell how much my voice was shaking when I replied.
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"Shadow..."
"Hm?" He regarded me with curiosity as I called his name for the first time, hours after my doubts that we could save the world this time. My stomach was literally doing flips as I worked up the courage to ask him the question that had impaired my thoughts for so long now.
"...Can we really save her?" My voice didn't sound like mine at all when I said that. It sounded hoarse. More mature.
The voice of one who'd seen too much too soon.
Shadow closed his eyes. Thinking for a minute before half opening them again. The carmine orbs were unusually dull at that moment.
"...I'm not sure."
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Terror's icy talons had finally pinned me down. Maybe this was it. The world was really meant to be destroyed now.
No! I snarled at myself. Amy's trusting me now! She's finally gotten rid of her frozen shell and she's relying on us to help her. She didn't think that we could do it at first, either. But now...
I won't let you down!
"Bravely spoken, young kitsune." I stopped dead. This voice...it was echoing in my head...a terrible noise like someone dragging rusted nails across a chalkboard. It wasn't Shadow's voice. Of that I was sure.
His voice may have seemed cold at first...but it was not unkind. This voice was dripping with malice and evil intent.
"Shadow? Did you hear that?" I asked weakly.
He turned to me with a confused expression. Even before he spoke, I knew he had no idea what I was talking about. "What voice?" He asked. My heart sunk at that moment. I'd explain later. I had to deal with it now.
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"Never mind. Could you go check on Amy and make sure that she'd feeling okay?" I asked him.
It was clear that he was worried for me, now, as well. But it was imperative that I be left alone to deal with this demon. He nodded his understanding and quietly left the room.
"I never recall you being much of a gallant one, Tails." The voice sneered. You...you're Amy's inner-demon, aren't you? I asked. The voice snickered. "You could say that. But you shall call me Dark; not inner-demon." She replied. I was burning at the idea that this...this...thing wanted me to call it by a name. Like I called my friends. "Did I do something to upset you?" Dark asked; feigning innocence.
I growled. Something that I wasn't used to doing. "My my...so the little follower DOES have a back-bone!" She mocked.
I growled again.
You planted those thoughts in my head, didn't you? Silence. Answer me! That infuriating chuckle again.
"My dearest kitsune, I cannot place my own thoughts within' your head. What you were thinking only hours ago was the product of your own mind, resigning to the fact that nothing can be done to save her; or you from the terrible fate that will eventually come to pass...be it in the next month OR 60 years."
YOU'RE LYING! I screamed, picking up the nearest object, a lamp, and hurling it at the wall.
It shattered upon impact and a few bright sparks made the room brighter than anything deserved to be right now. Shadow had hurried back into the room, accompanied by Amy; both worried that someone had tried to break into the house.
But the voice was gone. And I was left to my own thoughts, slowly going insane with the pressure.
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Oh, things are taking a turn for the worst indeed! In other events, I'd like to apologize for my bitterness about needing replies. Thanks to some of the people who HAVE reviewed, It is brought to my attention that I don't need reviews to make this a great story; albeit things are starting to take a turn for the worst for our young kitsune friend. I'd also like to apologize for not posting anything in a very long time. So anyone who's still loyaly waiting for the story to continue, you have my thanks.
Reviews would be greatly appreciated, but they're not necessary. Hopefully it won't take me another year to get back into the feel of things and get this story moving.