A/N: Yeesh, I hope you guys don't mind the substitute page break I had to put in. My new computer won't allow me to put them in for some reason... Anyway, here's the next chapter (finally!). It was also my birthday on Monday, so I'm finally "insert age here"! Also, I have reason to believe that one of you reviewers actually go to my school! OO Scary...
On a not-so-happy note, I decided to kill my idea for a sequel (I bet some of you are thinking, "Huh? She was going to write a sequel?"). I wanted to... but seriously, I wouldn't know what to write it about. "The return of the evil Sonic" just seems too predictable, and so does "Now Amy must face her dark side as well." Heh... sorry guys. But I promise you, I will end this fic with a bang! Well... it will have a good ending, at least.
On a completely different note, I have joined the "Sonic Fusion Project," and I recommend that any of you who are interested in working together with other writers to create a Sonic the Hedgehog fic to join it too! You get a month to write your part of the chapter, so it shouldn't be too fast for any of you or anything. The link for it is this: http/ Paste it into your browser if the link doesn't work... or just go onto the "forums" section of and look for "Sonic Fusion Project." Simple enough, no? More info will find their way towards you there...
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hey, I just found out that I can copy/paste the rulars in! Err... scratch out what I said earlier... I'm too lazy to erase it. Anyway, I would've wished to own Sonic the Hedgehog on my birthday cake... but I kinda didn't get one (sigh). Oh well...
Sonic was soaked. His quills, his fur, his very skin felt waterlogged, like he had just jumped into a lake. But that was impossible… he hated water, and he couldn't swim. So why was he so wet?
Something was falling onto his face, like the gentle tapping of many fingers. Unconsciously, he tried to wave them away, his eyes still closed. 'Go away,' he thought. 'I'm too tired… Just a few more minutes…'
The tapping persisted, as if determined to awaken him. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his bleary eyes.
A dim, pulsating light greeted him. It seemed to constantly change colours before his eyes, each shade more appealing than the last. 'Green, yellow, purple, white, blue, red, cyan…'
'Those colours… they're familiar…'
The colours were separating into soft, glowing lights, and they became fireflies, dancing and swirling around him…
'The Emeralds?'
The colours defined themselves and stopped spinning as Sonic's eyes focused. The soft light of the Emeralds dappled his quills in a cloak of colours, while winking and twinkling dimly at him.
Slowly, he rolled over on his back. 'What happened to me?' he asked himself, his mind blurred. Storm clouds were still rumbling and spilling rain onto his face overhead, but patches of stars were starting to show through a curtain of the deepest velvet black. The moon faded in and out as the clouds rode the wind by it's whitish light, as if it just dared… only just dared to peek out from behind it's hiding place.
'Wet… I'm wet because of the rain…' Fragments and pieces were slowly forming together in his mind. 'But I'm warm… why am I warm?'
A dull ache hammered at the back of his skull. 'Rain's supposed to be cold… cold, right? Not warm… no, not warm…'
A sudden, gentle breeze brushed past his nose, carrying a strange scent with it. 'No… it's not… really strange, is it? I smelled it before…'
His muscles were starting to tingle. He hadn't realized that they had lost all feeling in them… except the fact that he could feel warmth. As if moving of their own accord, his arms started pushing him into a sitting position.
'No… no, I don't want to get up…' Why was his mind trying so hard to resist his body? Why didn't he want to get up? It was like he knew… even if he didn't know? Was that possible? 'No, don't let me get up…' What was this strange, almost animalistic urge to fall asleep again?
Something was starting to creep into his field of vision. 'Red… red… blood?' As if to confirm his thoughts, a blast of wind hit his face, assaulting his nose with the scent of iron.
'Blood? Where did all this come from?' His eyes followed the trail of blood that sparkled in the moonlight.
Tails.
Before his mind could even register what his body was doing, he was by the fox's side.
"Tails!" he shouted, shaking the young fox. A mangled face, burned judging by the acrid smell coming off his body. The only way that Sonic would've been able to identify him was by his namesakes hanging limply beside him.
'Please… please…' "No… Tails…" Sonic moaned. "Tails, it's me, Sonic! Please…" His best friend… he couldn't believe it. His best friend!
The pool of blood he was lying in branched off, and Sonic found himself helplessly hypnotized by it. The trail led his eyes once again to someone else.
"Knuckles!"
Abandoning Tails for the moment, Sonic slipped and slid in the rain and blood towards his other friend and rival.
"Knuckles… Knuckles!" No one answered him but silence. Another pool of blood was surrounding his friend's dreadlocks like a pillow, his arms gripped tightly around Rouge. To his horror, there was a small hole in her back, adding to the disgusting sight. Dizzy, he stumbled back, tripping over something and landing on his back.
"Ugh…" Sonic pushed himself painfully back up. Whatever he had tripped over was now buried inside his left sneaker, and he reached down to pull it out.
'A leaf?' It was rather large, fitting snugly into his hand. He turned it around, and a glinting metal knife flashed silver in his palm.
A splash rippled in the air as Sonic dropped it in surprise into a large crater that was collecting rainwater. Slowly, he peered into it.
There was a pile in the middle, like a tiny island. Shapes were toppled haphazardly on top of one another to form it. The slightest tinge of red circled the island like a shark closing in on it's prey.
Against his will, Sonic's legs started splashing through the water, soaking his legs once more. They drew him closer and closer to the lonely island.
He saw that the island was three people piled on top of each other, like someone had left them lying there. Vector was on the bottom, his tough, green scales clashing with those of Espio's. Charmy was on top of him, his head resting on the chameleon's stomach like a cushion.
Had the water turned into a wave and push him back out? Sonic couldn't remember how he had gotten out of that crater… all he could remember was the sensation of not being able to breathe.
Two forms were visible to his left, and his body forced him towards them.
Cream… there was Cream, with her body twisted into a strange formation, like she had caved in onto herself. Her head was slumped forwards, forehead resting on her knees, rabbit ears flopped every which-way.
And… and… an ebony black form. Sonic's stomach lurched. Shadow's eyes were wide open and unseeing, but they stared back at Sonic's all the same. They were dull and bloodshot, with no stirring of emotion within.
'No… no…' his fingernails dug into his palms, as if desperate to hold himself together. 'My friends… my friends… no…'
He would've collapsed then and there… and he almost did. But a snide voice sounded in his mind.
'Turn around… turn around…'
His legs started to move…
'No… stop! No…'
Did nothing listen to him anymore? His mind was completely ignored, though it shouted desperately, pleaded, begged…
'Turn around… turn around… and see…'
A small, slight figure was lying there on the ground. Her quills were flushed a sickly, unhealthy pink, with blood… more of that accursed blood… surrounding her…
Amy.
'Not… her…'
Why wasn't her running towards her? Why wasn't he holding her in his arms… telling her everything was going to be all right?
Because nothing was alright. Everything was wrong… so wrong!
There was a figure beside her… but who else was left? Hesitantly, trying to ignore the jolt of revulsion, he crept a bit closer…
An imprint… of him, in Amy's blood. Sonic reached almost mechanically for the back of his quills, then drew his hand back, staring at it.
Red.
Her blood had kept him warm.
An overwhelming urge to vomit swept over him. He staggered back, swaying alarmingly on the spot. 'Wrong… wrong! Everything is wrong!'
He felt so… contaminated! Faint echoes of screams assaulted his memories, the power that had once coursed through him drifted hazily through his veins, and the feeling of blood on his hands was still fresh.
Contaminated.
Amy's form still lay there, looking peaceful. He had almost no doubt… no doubt at all that it was her who had saved him. Who else had a heart as big as hers? Who else would've sacrificed their life… just for him?
'Just… for me. She's dead… because of me.'
Her body seemed to radiate with some sort of strange energy, even when she wasn't up… wasn't alive. It beckoned him… called him… but he couldn't take another step closer to her.
'You broke your promise… you broke it!'
And the tears really did start falling from his eyes. He cried… cried for his friends, cried for the girl who had sacrificed her life for his. Cried for the girl that he now both loved… and hated.
'It's better this way…'
'Better?' Hot angry tears dripped down his face as he continued staring at her form. 'Why didn't you wait for me? Did you think that I would have a better life without you? Did you think that… that I could have a life… without you?'
Why had she condemned him like this? Why had she left him so carelessly?
Why couldn't it just have been him?
'Tails… Knuckles… Shadow… The Chaotix… and… Amy.'
He felt so angry! It was such a strange feeling… he felt so powerful, yet so weak. Bitterness swept through him like a hurricane. And regret. And about a thousand more feelings that he had never experienced before.
'Amy…'
A flash of her face… smiling up happily at him…
'…why did you do this?'
Now he was sick with worry because she was still stuck somewhere in Prison Island…
'Damn…'
Sonic was feeling so proud… because she had just protected a robot from being destroyed by him… she had stuck up for herself!…'
'…damn…'
'"Sonic is like the wind… and I am just a petal, blown around by the wind…"'
'…damn!'
His body screamed for him to run to her, screamed for him to hold her, help her, tell her all those things that he never had the chance to say. Had he told her that he cared? That he didn't mean it all those times that he had run away? That he… really actually did… love her?
But what was the point when she might not be able to hear him anymore?
Contaminated…
The rain kept falling around him, though it was starting to lessen. How dare the sky end it's mourning just when another life had been taken?
The rain seemed to just ignore him and his thoughts. The various craters around him – remnants of the battle – stared filling with the sky's tears.
Water… crystal clear, cleansing water…
Before he knew it, he was in front of one of those large pools. He found himself wondering… the water wasn't very deep, probably only reaching his waist. Would it cleanse him? Would it feel as warm as the water that had surrounded him when he was in that strange world with Amy's presence swirling around him?
Suddenly, he was inside that pool of water. It was chilly, making his body shiver uncontrollably. But the urge to clean himself was just too strong.
He started attacking his quills, rubbing them over and over again in the water, trying to rid them of Amy's blood. He scrapped right down to his scalp, rubbing it raw, yet he still kept going. Blood started washing away from him, joining the water and not knowing it's fate. Soon, he was rubbing his arms, his chest, as if trying to peel his own skin off.
'Why… won't… it… come… off?'
He didn't know exactly what he wanted washed off… not at all. He growled in frustration as the feeling stayed on him like dirt.
"Argh!" He screamed, slamming his fists into the water and causing a small wave to distort his reflection. "Damn it! Damn it all!"
If the blue hedgehog could, he would've torn his own heart out to stop it from hurting so badly.
A sudden, strong gust of wind pushed the water in the crater into a small wave. It crashed lightly into him, but Sonic didn't even try to resist it. The wave threw him out, and he landed on the ground.
He wanted to lie there forever, his face down in the dirt. Maybe it would be easier to just die like this… but no. His face was forcing himself up… and once again, he found himself staring at Amy's form.
He swore loudly, uncaringly. What wouldn't he give for Amy to just stand up again… and walk towards him right now? What wouldn't he give? Even his own life…
When had he gotten here? Amy's body was suddenly right in front of him, like he had just walked through a dream. He turned around and saw the wet footsteps leading to where he was now standing. He swore again. Turning back towards Amy's body, it seemed to just lie there innocently, taunting him. Why couldn't he touch her? Didn't he want her back?
It was like watching a movie playing before him, yet he was a part of it. His arms were slowly encircling themselves around her body, lifting her up… holding her close. He buried his face into her neck; taking in her sweet scent, feeling her soft fur on his… and it was like reality suddenly hit him with a powerful vengeance. 'She's gone… she's really, really gone…' He let another sob escape him, and tightened his arms around her possessively. A mantra seemed to be chanting in his mind. 'Gone… gone… gone…'
Sonic collapsed onto his knees, even though she felt as light as a feather.
'Gone!'
"You really love her, don't you?"
Sonic snapped his head sharply up, and he turned around. A glowing ball of light was floating out of the Master Emerald, as bright as a small sun.
Sonic turned away from it. "Tikal…"
The orange light landed in front of him, and it rested itself on Amy's forehead. A voice started talking to him, but it wasn't coming from the light. It sounded like it was inside his very mind.
"So it all came down to this…"
Sonic growled, then swept his hands on Amy's bangs, as if trying to brush Tikal away. But being a spirit, his hand went right through her.
"Look!" Sonic shouted at her, causing her form to shiver. "Just… just… go away…" he finished in a whisper.
The light got off of Amy, but it started swirling around in the air dizzyingly. "The Emeralds can feel your pain, Sonic…"
Sonic snorted in mirth. "Great. The Emeralds feel my pain. That makes me feel a lot better." He didn't even care how cold he sounded. His world felt like it was being shattered again and again… felt like it would never stop shattering.
Tikal was silent for a moment, and Sonic turned away from her. Then, she said in a soft voice, "They're not dead, you know."
Sonic's eyes widened and he snapped back towards her. He swallowed hard, afraid of disappointment. "But… how? He… it… that thing…" Suddenly, he sighed. "I… killed them all…"
Tikal's light brightened into a sharp glow. "Sonic… you need to understand that that was not you."
Sonic stood up abruptly, still holding Amy's body in his arms. Tikal flew off from her spot on Amy's forehead in apparent surprise. "What are you talking about?" he shouted at her. "Of course it was me! You weren't… you never had to face yourself! You don't know what it's like… to be trapped inside your own mind, feeling yourself do those things to your friends… to Amy! You don't know what it's like!"
The glowing ball of light seemed to grow brighter and brighter, until it almost blinded Sonic to be looking at it. Then, as if it was calming itself, the light dimmed to the softest glow. "You're right, Sonic. I never had to face the nightmare that you went through… but I still had to stand aside and watch my friends… my only friends… die at the hands of my own father."
Sonic calmed down for a moment. The quills that had bristled up in his anger settled themselves back onto his body. It looked like he was contemplating what Tikal had said.
"Look, Sonic…" The said hedgehog looked back up again at the spirit. "Do you want to know how your friends can still be alive?"
Sonic nodded, almost eagerly.
Tikal sighed. "Well… it seems that even your other side can still harbor some feeling of pity in his heart…"
Sonic looked confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Tikal settled herself on Amy's forehead again. "I mean that you have a strong will. You should not have had those moments when your true self resurfaced when your other side had taken over. Your will influenced your other side, Sonic. It gave him feelings which he should not have been able to feel, even if it was just pity. He could've killed all your friends in a heartbeat…'
"… but he didn't because he wanted to toy with them," said Sonic dully. He felt his last few grains of hope wash away.
The echidna's light flared up, and her voice sounded pleadingly in his mind. "No, Sonic. That's not how the spell works. He should've wanted to kill… to just kill and cause as much bloodshed as he could. But he didn't… he could feel your will calling, and it instilled feelings of pity into him. He left your friends alive… on the brink of death, yes, but alive all the same."
Sonic looked up, hope flaring like wildfire through him once again. "So… I can bring them back? They're not dead? I… I can even bring Amy back?"
Tikal answered him, but she seemed hesitant. "Well… the others should be able to be brought back… but Amy…"
Sonic's eyes flashed with fear. "Amy…?"
"It seems that absorbing Chaos Energy to save you was too much for her body. Saving her might just kill you, and even then she might not be brought back…"
The blue hedgehog's emerald eyes stared steadily at Tikal's light. "I don't care. I will bring her back… I'll bring them all back."
The orange echidna sounded hesitant again. "So… you know what to do?"
Sonic nodded.
Tikal was now starting to fade away. "Then you must hurry. Amy is already starting to enter Death's door…and not even the Emeralds have any control over Death…"
Then, she was gone. She had left Sonic all alone in the rain, but he knew what he had to do.
The moon was now low in the sky, and the stars seemed to dim. The clouds stilled themselves... watching…
The Emeralds started flying towards Sonic, as if attracted to his silent call. They started surrounding him, and he gathered their energy.
Energy… positive Chaos Energy started to flow into his veins, nourishing his tired body and exhausted soul. It flowed warmly into his body as if he had sunk into a warm bath. Gold started to stain blue, rich green turning into powerful red. His feet were lifted a couple of inches off the ground like a giant hand had taken him and was holding him up by the collar. There was no harsh beam of light that completed his transformation, no usual burst of power. The light was now soft… calming…
Slowly, slowly, he fell back gently on his feet. He put Amy carefully and with unusual tenderness on the ground. He felt himself draw more energy from the Emeralds, watching as it formed into a bright, gold orb that he cradled in his hands. He lifted it until it was directly over Amy's heart… and then he swung it down, pushing the light into her chest.
Gold threads started branching out away from Amy, crisscrossing each other like a huge spider web. The threads sparkled and shone like glistening dew, stretching out and reaching all eight forms. It wrapped itself around them, encasing them in a gold shell. They were each lifted up, and if someone could see through that solid wall of gold, they would see that all their wounds were healing, mending themselves back together.
Sonic, however, couldn't see any of this. Chaos Regeneration spent a lot of his energy, and healing so many people at the same time threw his body beyond pain. He was swirling around and around in a world of blackness, where all his friend's last thoughts were attacking him, drawing away before he could strike back…
'Sorry…'
Was that Shadow? But before he could figure that out, the memory was swept away, replaced by another…
"Maybe… maybe I am weaker than Sonic…"
'No, no you're not, Knuckles,' he wanted to say so badly… but he didn't even get the chance…
"Let's just say, if I had to give my most precious jewel a name, I would name it Knuckles…"
He couldn't help but smile as Rouge's voice resonated through his mind. He remembered those times… when they all had talked about Rouge's feelings…
"Only… one… chance…"
Wasn't that Espio's voice? What did he mean, 'only one chance?'
"I can't… I can't kill Sonic… but yet…"
'Yet what? What, Tails? What?'
"Someone… anyone! Please, help me!"
Cream… he couldn't believe he would do something like that…
"It's better this way…"
Sound, colours, light, dark, happiness, sadness, confusion…
Thump!
Sonic felt something inside him jolt. Was it surprise? Fear?
He opened his eyes… or did he? If he had, why was it so… dark? Well… not exactly dark. He looked down at his body. 'If it's dark, then how come I can see my body?'
Something shone brightly ahead of him, and a strong scent of strawberries flowed towards him, along with a happy but calming aura.
'Amy…'
He started running, focusing on nothing but the speck of pink ahead of him. It seemed to shine… was she a ghost? Did that mean he was too late? He ran even faster, but it felt like it took forever for his legs to move. He couldn't cut smoothly through the air… but was it because there was no air? Then how could he breathe? How could he think?
'No time to wonder,' Sonic decided.
Then, as if it was waiting for him to answer a riddle, a door appeared out of no where. Sonic screeched to a halt. It was enormous, reaching towards some ceiling he couldn't see… maybe even stretching on forever. It was wide as well, seeming to reach into oblivion. Probably because he was in oblivion. It was plain, maybe made out of wood, with no carving, no indentation in it whatsoever. Not even a handle… like it would close, and stay closed forever.
The strawberry scent broke him out of his thoughts, and Sonic looked wildly around.
"Amy!" he called.
The door in front of him suddenly flew open like it was answering to a password. Peering into it, Sonic saw… nothing. Nothing but a blank, white room. Hesitantly, Sonic started walking forwards… but then, as if struck, he leapt backwards. He felt something vibrate through him, like a warning… but something even more than that. For some reason, he knew that he didn't want to go in there, and that he didn't want Amy to go in either.
"Sonic?"
Sonic spun around on his heel, and came face to face with Amy.
"Amy!" He flung his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Amy… I thought I was too late…"
Amy's arms went around his neck, and he could feel them rubbing his back soothingly. Without even realizing it, he started snuggling into her fur. "What do you mean?" asked Amy, her voice sounding a little confused.
Sonic drew back, holding Amy at arm's length. "What are you talking about? I'm taking you back, Ames! I thought… I thought you were… dead…"
"… Oh…" Amy suddenly looked away from him. Was he imagining it… or did Amy look… guilty?
"What's wrong, Amy?" He tucked his fingers under her chin and brought it up, but her eyes still didn't quite meet his.
"…" She was silent for a second. Her face took on a pained look, like she was fighting with herself.
"I'm… sorry, Sonic. I have to go."
"What?"
Sonic tightened his hand on Amy's shoulder. "But… but you can't! You're not… dead yet!"
"Please, Sonic…" Amy now looked up, meeting Sonic's eyes. Sonic blinked as he saw her eyes, how they seemed to be drowned in sorrow. "I'm too far gone to go back to my body. I can't… I just… can't!"
"Can't?" Sonic eyes burned with a determination that broke Amy's heart. "Well, you know what?" he pulled her closer, until his lips were right beside her ears. "I can't live without you, Amy," he whispered, sending chills up her spine. "If you don't come back with me… I don't think I'd know what to do."
Amy was silent again, and Sonic's words seemed to hang in the empty space. She pulled away from him, and looked up at his face. "You know what they say, Sonic? They say that when you're going to die, memories of those you love most flash through your mind."
Sonic remained silent, staring hard at her.
"Do you know who I saw when I was going to die?"
Sonic continued staring at her, his hands resting on her shoulders. Then, he slowly shook his head.
Amy sighed. "I saw my family, Sonic. My mom and dad… all those people who have died already… They all died before I was even old enough to have memories. It's so… weird… that I can still see their faces. Strange, huh?" She paused for a second, then drew a deep breath. "I'm going to see my family now… finally."
Sonic looked down at her angrily. "How can you say that?" Amy flinched at his harsh tone. "Look…" Sonic softened his voice. "Nobody really knows what happens when you die. And besides… you have a new family now. Us, Amy," he said, answering the pink hedgehog's unspoken question. "We're your family now. How sad do you think we're going to feel when you leave us?"
This time, it was Amy's turn to be angry. "You don't know what it's like, Sonic!" she screamed at him. "You and your… stupid big head! You… you…" She bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry out in horror. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Sonic…" For Sonic had just taken on a pained look. "I… I forgot…"
"Me too…" Amy looked at him, confused. "You know, Amy, when I met all you guys… Tails, Knuckles, the others… I figured out something." He tilted her head up so that the two were looking directly at each other. "I had a new family. I'm sure my parents… or whoever was in my family… would've been happy that I moved on. I'm sure that they wouldn't have wanted me to dwell on the past forever."
Amy's eyes filled with tears. Her eyes started darting from the door to Sonic's face.
"Think of all the people who will miss you, Amy," continued Sonic. "Cream will never find a better friend then you. Tails is never going to find another person who will listen to his talk about his inventions. Who else will Rouge find to argue with? And Shadow… well, he told me that you reminded him of Maria." He chuckled lightly at Amy's astonishment.
Amy astonishment suddenly turned to sadness again, and it ate away at Sonic's heart. "Sonic… when I was dying, I saw a lot of other things too."
Sonic moved his hands so that they were brushing away her bangs from her face. "What else… did you see?" he asked softly.
"I saw…" she nestled her forehead against Sonic's hand. "I saw all our friends… all those times when we worked together, when we argued, when we worried, and when we laughed. I saw all those times when it seemed like we will fall apart, but always got back together in the end. How good it felt when we worked together to save the world… how we helped each other out, whether we wanted to or not." She gave a sad laugh.
"It's true you know… what they say about seeing your loved ones before you die," she continued with the slightest smile. "And… and I guess… I'm really glad I saw you Sonic… that I could be with you… in the end…"
Sonic gave her another frustrated look. 'Are those… tears?' thought Amy in wonder as she stared at his eyes… how close it seemed to be, how it seemed to engulf her…
"I told you, Amy." His voice shook ever slightly. "You're coming with me. You have to Amy. You know that, right? Because… because I love you." Sonic took a deep breath like it had taken him a lot of energy just to say those three words.
Suddenly, something hot… burning hot was brushing his lips… and he realized that Amy's lips were on his. She had them brushed against his for only a second… but it felt so much longer than that. After all, how could such a short kiss hold that much passion? How could such a short kiss set his lips on fire?
Amy drew away, but her smile was still sad. "What happened to: 'I'll never turn back; I've got no regrets…'"
"'…'Cause time won't wait for me… I choose to go my own way…'" They both finished at the same time. "Amy… I said I choose to go my own way… and my own way is to be with you. I told you, I love you." How good it felt to have those words wash over his tongue!
Suddenly, Amy's face split into a beautiful smile that would've made the stars dim in vain. The sound of a thousand crystal bells toiled through the air… and it took him a moment to realize that she was laughing! Her face sparkled, and it looked like the face of life itself was alight on it. "Oh, Sonic!" she said, in between her fits of laughter. "You don't know how long I waited for you to tell me that!"
"I do," replied Sonic, and he started to smile with her. "Forever."
Amy's laughter died down, but it sounded like it went on forever. "I wonder how you do it," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "How can you convince everyone to do the impossible?"
Sonic smiled, one that could rival Amy's. "Because nothing's impossible for Sonic the Hedgehog!" he declared, pumping up a fist.
Amy gave a cry of laughter, her eyes sparkling with mere remnants of tears. She threw herself into Sonic's chest, hugging him tightly. "Now that sounds more like the old Sonic!"
He laughed, hugging her back. The moment seemed so perfect. "And that sounds more like the Amy I know!" He drew away from her, and held out a hand. "Now, let's get outta here."
Amy reached her hand out for his. Her face was so open, one that radiated light of it's own. Their finger touched, and she smiled even wider…
… When her face suddenly contorted to one of surprise, and her body was yanked back.
"What the…!"
"You just never give up, do you?"
"Sonic, help!"
A/N: If you think this was long, the original one was even longer... What can I say? I really love writing this fic...
So, Sonic manages to pull off what one might call a "miracle." How many more miracles does Sonic have up his sleeve? Come back to find out! (Oh, behold the power of corny questions!)
Last note: "I'll never turn back; I've got no regrets... 'Cause time won't wait for me... I choose to go my own way!" That's Sonic the Hedgehog's quote, in case any of you didn't know. I just had to add that in (not to mention that I friggen love this quote!)
Anonymous Reviewers:
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