A/N: Okay. I know. I haven't wrote anything for this since summer ended but I don't like knowing this uncompleted story is just sitting around so here you go. I'm going to start working on it again.
Disclaimer: By this time you should know Sonic the Hedgehog does not belong to me.
Partically fixed: 11/24/11
Chapter 8: Blood and Time
At times Amy was docile: worried, concerned, caring but maybe just now all those feelings were forgotten as she swung Hell from her violent pink weapon. As they say though 'It is not the weapon but the warrior wielding the weapon'. Not that anyone really knows who they are.
Shards of steel rained down upon the forest's weeded floor, thick roots tangling around both metal and fleshy ankles as actions rose to a heated pitch.
Don't get Amy Rose wrong her kindness could turn to anger as fast a person could snap their finger and utter the word 'oops', before they became mashed beneath that rage. However she never wondered if this was the reason her darling Sonic took off each time he saw her, did he get the vibe that he had to run for his fuckin' life?
No, of course not. He was just scared of the love she could give him and that was all Amy Rose needed for her reasoning.
"Your robots don't scare me any longer Robotnik. I will not be the victim of your distasteful plots!" And as she whirled around in a huff, smashing another adversary, a voice crackled up to meet her pointless drabble.
"That of course is a shame but perhaps I should show you the meaning of real fear." She looked over the fat lard and rest her hammer on her shoulder, strolling forward to the solid appearing image. "I'm not scared of you either… you hologram." To her surprise though as she tried to step through what should have been no more then a screen of light she bumped right into it.
So much for proving a point.
A thick coil shot out from Robotnik's hovering platform while its victim was still getting over the initial shock.
She had barely lifted her hammer half way when that metal tentacle curled its way around her waist with a sharp squeeze. A pained squeal betrayed her lips as her feet kicked madly at the space growing larger beneath them, as she was plucked into the air.
"Let me go! This is no way to treat a lady!"
Robotnik didn't care.
Meanwhile…
The salty air licked Tails snout as sand piled up in the exposed openings of his ears. The whole place matted his soft fur with the golden mush, as the ocean's winds whipped it up against him. He looked to the water as it tossed uneven waves over the usually calm surface. "Okay… no problem…"
Despite the unwelcoming appearance of this rocky beach that wasn't going to make him turn the other way. No one else would reach out for the seaweed trapped under the darker currents, it was going to have to be him.
The speed he took wasn't much and the second the water reached his waist a chill swept up his spine.
"C-co-cold…" He chattered beneath his teeth before hurrying onward.
Soon he was swimming, doggy paddle style. The shore getting farther and farther away until suddenly he dived down beneath the waves. Shadows loomed in on every side, swimming constantly out of focus as bubbles trickled graceful topside from between his teeth.
He scanned the sandy bottom pushing down a little further as something pink blinked into the existence of his vision. That was it. That was what he was looking for.
Now to get it.
In a hour's time Sonic had obtained most of the items, stashed carefully into the dirty bag.
It was at this point the surroundings about him seemed to be a great haze, even the ground beneath him and he wasn't even moving that fast. It was now that he had to slow down. His feet did it so gracelessly too, that he tripped on nothing but air and crashed forward to the dirt with a soft thump.
The bag flew out off his hand tumbling down the hill toward a thin crevasse.
Oh, no. This meant something bad. After all this time he only had one item to go and he didn't have time to do the whole thing over again! Damn, he had to get up! Why wouldn't his body comply with this demand? Why did he have to be so exhausted?
Get up!
Get up!
It's not like he planned to let everyone die. He was still trying to convince himself that he wouldn't allow it.
"Is there are a reason you stopped?" He ignored the electronic hum. It was all Robotnik fault that he was like this anyways, that this was even happening. Him and his twisted little game. "Well if you stopped I guess you must be dead."
Right. He shouldn't of stopped he wasn't dead yet, no matter how badly his body wanted to say otherwise. "Shut… up…" He tripped to his feet and darted down the hill. He could catch up! He wouldn't let it end like this, he couldn't let everyone die.
He felt the slimy material oozing against his gloves as he squeezed both his hands around its opening. Then he realized how he was balancing halfway over the opening and made the mistake of looking down. Usually heights wouldn't of bothered him at all but when nausea had already overwhelmed him, this sudden action tossed him over the edge.
Quite literally, he was falling over the edge.
Damn poison… why did his body have to give out then and leave him falling towards that odd red glow?
Sonic really hoped what was down there was friendly but the wafting heat told him otherwise.
Life could be so unfair sometimes but now that he was in this situation, he should at least try to save himself. Curl up into a ball at least, to reduce some of the impact, but his body still wouldn't obey.
The walls began to slant in and as he began to bump into them, he struggled to find a grip in the darkness. It took him a moment after he began to slow down to feel the pain in his fingertips. Took a moment for the rocks to rip through his gloves and with that protection gone he barely had a will to continue trying told hold on.
Almost crying out in pain at the burning sensation, he dug his teeth deeper into the material of the sack and searched for some grip under his soles. If only he could get some good footing he could gain some momentum and get out of this place.
There!
Sonic started running making progress up the slope, up the straight incline. This would work! This would work… His vision blacked out and he was falling once more towards whatever was waiting there at the bottom. He didn't have time for this, there wasn't time.
A/N: Sorry for that ridiculous long wait.
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