Take a Moment – A TranceKing123 Fanfiction
Update: Less shitty, this chapter is!
A/N: Remember in Lifted when chapter 1 was loaded with a deep, violent aura, but chapter 2 was a recovery? I think I'll try to keep this story at a constant filth level, but lemme know if you need a breather.
Disclaimer: All characters, places, and event associated with the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise belongs to SEGA. Other OC's, places, and events belong to me or their respective owner.
This fic is M. You've been warned.
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Chapter 2: The Sky Belongs To Nobody
Three days is an interesting amount of time. Why? One day can seem either long or short. But after 3 days, you just give up on back and forth-ing whether or not time slows down or goes fast. Maybe there's no reason to give up, but you just fucking do. Hands down. Put money on it.
Or not.
Anyways, it was three days since the tragedy at Tails' apartment. It was under a don't ask don't tell feel. Tails hoped that nobody would find out about what happened. He took 3 days of hiding in his apartment spending 3 lazy days watching TV and catching up on lost hours of sleep. But at some point, he would have to go out and breathe in fresh air; his fur was getting really pale, his breathing was shallow, and mind was everywhere.
Nothing would ever get Tails to come in contact with his friends ever again. It was official. Only one song was ever composed, not even mastered, packaged, or demo'd. Tails had erased the file the other day. Verkeer Nög was officially dead. Gone. Out of the question.
All this equipment Tails had… He had to do something with it. You can't give up on a hobby if you banded and then fell apart.
He would have to run solo.
Many people ran solo in the club music world. They also became the most successful. For some reason, if you ran solo, you ran big bucks.
A small spark of inspiration came into his mind.
Tails trotted along to his computer and hit all of the power switches on. Lights flashed everywhere, even though all the light was coming from the living room, which had a ginormous window in it.
His login screen came up. He was a Windows Vista user, who never upgraded since all the newer software seemed the same to him.
He typed in his credentials.
Username: MilesMusic
Password: *************
The welcome screen came up. His desktop showed. He didn't have much on it. He had the recycle bin, a shortcut to his documents, and program EXE's for FireFox, FL Studio, Torq, and Microsoft Office Starter 2010.
He double clicked on the FL Studio EXE. This was his digital audio workstation. He mostly used his VCO's for instrument creation. But when it came to pianos, guitars, or any other real instrument, he relied on softsynths that resampled a certain instrument sample and made it pitch editable.
He decided that's what he focused on.
He wanted to create a dream trance track with a huge, joyful aura that would float around with the song and make it so much more enjoyable.
Unlike most producers, he immediately went to the synths, and saved the percussion and effects for last.
He linked his "Phatie" VCO into the program and created a really heavy sine/saw bassline that crunched through the track. He recorded a small gate at the D sharp note. (Or E flat, if you want to call it that)
The bass would only be one pattern.
He opened up a piano simulation softsynth and linked loads of effects to make it roomy, spacy, and deep. He recorded a HUGE pattern with 2 gaps, each 1 minute. The pattern was recorded at 132 BPM, and took up a full 5 minutes and 20 seconds. This would turn into the final length of the song.
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After 4 full hours of more orchestral strings, choirs, and acoustic guitars, all resampled, he had put the song together with a thumping kick, basic hi-hat and clap, and lots of supersaw string and lead patterns. The main orchestral pieces were stacked up, and cutoff automation clips were built for the song. He started the song with some orchestral instrument emphasis that started really low and deep and morphed into the original sound. Next came the kick with subtle piano and that VCO bass. After that part, the rest of the drum samples came in with sweeping supersaws. The drop came, and after stacking every orchestral sample into the pattern, the lead faded in. After that, the song basically ended like every other trance song. Lead, bass, drums, subtle other synths, breakdown.
A basic song. All he had to do was finish the automation tweaking.
But the doorbell rang.
Tails almost shit his pants when he heard the doorbell ring. Absolutely nobody was supposed to come over. He hoped it wasn't the cops that would come and arrest him for possible murder.
Rouge, who was lying on the ground with blood everywhere…
He didn't want to think about it. All he wanted to think about was the doorbell.
He slowly dragged his feet along in the direction of his door, and then put his hand on the door handle.
He imagined himself opening the door, and there being cops standing outside. The cops would beat him with their nightsticks until he was bleeding and screeching in pain. Then, one of them would take their foot, and stomp as hard as they could on their nose…
The doorbell rang again. Since the speaker was right by the door, the ring made a horribly loud sound which sent Tails out of his day-mare and on the floor, ears ringing and possibly bleeding.
He slowly got up, and rubbed his left ear with his left paw. With his right paw, he opened the door about ten percent. He peeped out the door. Standing outside was a single tailed female-looking fox with a similar color pallet that Tails was rocking.
The only difference was that the yellow fur was replaced with a bright, neon green color that glistened in the sunlight. She had one eyebrow raised, and she didn't notice Tails peeping in the door crack. Tails stood upright, looked as professional as he could, and opened the door all the way, closing his eyes as tight as he could, and waiting for anything.
"Um, are you alright?" the neon-green fox asked.
Tails jumped and opened his eyes as much as he could. "I-I-I uh, um, the s-s-sun…"
"No, the loud banging noise I heard."
Tails couldn't think straight. He looked around everywhere in his house, looking for a lie to say. But the other fox stopped him.
"Hehehe, you're silly," she giggled.
Tails was really sweating. He was getting really nervous. Not because someone else was at his door, but because his brain had basically stopped working.
"Come out side, I would like to talk to you about something," she instructed Tails.
Tails limped along outside to the hallway of his door, which led to his apartment complex hallway.
"Wow, you look like you haven't seen the outside world in months. I should talk outside so you can get some sun."
Oh beautiful, thought Tails.
The walking got Tails' blood flow to start going. He walked at a regular pace down a flight of stairs into the apartment complex lobby.
The place was really crowded for some odd reason. He had to find a maze path to get to the doors. This basically increased his walking distance by five times. He was very glad when he reached the door.
He walked outside, and he looked for where the mysterious fox went.
"Yoo-hoo! Over here!" she called out.
Tails turned towards her voice, which was coming from the courtyard. He walked up to the fox with a weird, awkward feeling inside of him.
"Hehehe, you're an interesting character," she vocalized.
She stuck her right paw out. "My name is Aruna. It's really nice to meet you, Tails."
Tails got really confused. "How…?"
"I saw your ClubUnite page, and-"
"OH GOD! I forgot about that. I sucked two years ago!"
Tails had his own ClubUnite page he made and abandoned 2 years ago. It was a website for DJ's to create mixes and podcasts and share them free.
He had posted 2 mixes he made in Torq. Some people commented about the track choice, but the others raved about the "tons of effects" he put in the mixes.
But that was two years ago!
"Hehehe, you're embarrassed! Awwww, look, your cheeks are red, hehehe!"
Tails just couldn't talk. He was at a loss for words.
"Anyways," she continued, "There was a link to your Tweaker, err, Twitter. Your posts were all about you and your little group Verkeer Nög making uplifting trance music."
"We disbanded," Tails threw out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. How'd it happen?"
Tails didn't want to think about the night before, let alone share about it. Since he had to keep the secret, a lie came out of his mouth.
"The other members got bored with me."
"Oh. Well, it sounded like you really cared about the music. I haven't heard any of your tracks, but I thought I'd get to meet you. I looked up your name in a directory, got your address, and decided to check out your set up."
"But… Why?" Tails asked.
"It's because I wanted to… hmmm… Let's make a deal."
"Wait, what?"
"Hehehe, this will be great. You show me your music space; I'll surprise you with something."
Tails didn't know if he could trust the girl. She could've been some crazy hooker for all he knew. And when he'd let her into his house, she'd rape the fuck out of him, video tape it, and post it on the internet.
But she did seem like a nice individual. Sure, she was obviously a little flirtatious, and probably a slut. But hey, you only live once, right?
"Okay, you can check it out," Tails replied.
"Yippie!" Aruna yelped in excitement. She jumped in the air with a clenched fist raised in the air.
Tails got really nervous and hoped that nobody was witnessing anything. He looked around, but couldn't find anyone.
"Let's go into the trance zone!" Aruna chanted. Tails was breaking a crazy sweat as he walked into the lobby of the apartment complex.
His apartment complex lobby looked like a Holiday Inn Express. It even had a breakfast buffet, restaurants, and a front desk clerk. It was a hotel-style complex. You just pay your rent, and you're set.
Each of the apartments had three rooms. It had a living room with a kitchen on the side, and two other rooms. One was the bedroom, in which had actual hotel style beds and a bathroom hidden by a tinted glass door. There was one more room, which was empty. Most people turned it into an office room, but for Tails, it became a professional looking studio.
"Hello, Tails!" called the front desk attendant.
"Hello!" replied Tails. The customer service was top notch at the facility. And the rates were amazingly affordable. He also had the best neighbors who never sent noise complaints. They were the chilliest and coolest neighbors around.
Aruna and Tails both stepped into an elevator, even though his apartment was only one floor up. Tails hit the "2" button and waited. There was an awkward moment as the two looked at each other at the same time, but didn't speak a word. When the doors opened, Aruna followed Tails, even though she found his apartment already. The door was left open, but nobody had entered his apartment, plus nobody ever did. Tails didn't care too much about it.
His living room was actually very impressive. The preset set-up was a large, 62 inch Hi-Def TV down a hall which contained the two extra rooms. The kitchen was on the west side, in the back corner, wrapping around that corner a little bit. It had a wood floor with granite countertops and a few shelves. There was also a mahogany colored table with a maroon wood chair that had a home telephone and a directory list next to it.
Tails added a coffee table in the middle of the room, small, but also mahogany colored. To the high countertop in the kitchen, he added bar stools. All the basic appliances were in his kitchen, all black colored. Every alcohol beverage utensil could be found organized around the back granite countertop. The dishes, which were black and yellow colored plates, bowls, spoons, forks, etc., were all organized well in the drawers and cabinets. Also, two couches surrounded the coffee table. These couches reclined and also were mahogany. One was facing the TV. The other had its backside to the south wall. If you wanted to watch TV on that couch, you've half to lay down on it as a bed with the bottom of your feet facing the east wall.
He did nothing to his standard red painted hotel bedroom. It looked like every other bedroom at a Hilton or Marriot. As for his studio, he painted the walls white inside of it. And, of course, added all his stuff.
When Aruna and Tails walked in, Aruna immediately asked, "Which of these rooms over here on the right are what?"
"Down the hall all the way is the living room and kitchen. The first door on your right is the bedroom and bathroom. The second door leads to my pride and joy."
"Your studio," Aruna answered. "Wow, I know this place by heart already! Hehehe!"
"Alright, Aruna. You said you wanted to check out my studio. Check it out. I need to get myself some Cheese Nips or something, I need a fucking snack."
While Tails walked to his kitchen, Aruna went into the studio.
"Wow, Tails! It looks all shiny and new!" Aruna called out.
"Yeah, just cleaned it."
Aruna walking into Tails' studio was like a nerd entering the Comic Con doors. She was speechless. "Oh my God, Tails! WOW!"
Tails entered the studio with a box of Oreo Fudge Creams in his hand. He would try not to pig out on the Fudge Creams, but they were so fucking good…
Aruna moved the mouse on Tails' computer, taking it off sleep mode and rebooting it.
The login screen came up.
"Oops. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that," Aruna apologized.
"Mmmm, if's awwiey," Tails forced out with a mouthful of Fudge Creams.
"Excuse me, but what did ya say?"
Tails swallowed. "Sorry, I meant to say that it was alright. Geez, these Oreo Fudge Creams are the coolest little mother fuckers at the supermarket."
"Oh my God, you like Oreo Fudge Creams? They're, like, my favorite things! Hehehe!"
God, her laugh was so fucking annoying.
Tails just wanted to beat the shit out of her, but he was very interested in what surprise Aruna had in store for him.
It was probably a blowjob. But hey, free blowjobs? Tails would take one any day by a hot, glowing, neon colored fox.
Tails logged into his account, putting the same information he put every time.
It's a no brainer. You see, to re-login to a computer account, you just put in the same fucking credentials.
Anyways, his media player was up when he logged in.
"Oh, is this a project?" Aruna asked?
"Uhhh, it's an unmastered draft I threw-"
"Oh my God, pretty PLEASE lemme listen?"
Tails got really nervous. He didn't know how this chick would react to dream trance. She sure looked like a hardcore dubstepper.
Tails moved the song position marker to zero and hit play. Immediately, Aruna was put into a state of trance. The cutoff envelope strings were just at the right bass, mid, and treble to "lift" anybody up.
It was almost as if Aruna listening to the song made it better. Tails was really trying to pick up flaws. This brought him into the song and he, too, became tranced.
When the drums came in, it caught Aruna off guard. It put a big smile on her face. She muttered, "Woah!"
They stayed really silent until the next drop occurred. There was a small break, and then the computer orchestral was Full Flex before they knew it. And thus, the song was over in flash time.
"I have an idea, "Aruna thought out loud. Tails didn't respond, so she walked into the soundbox. Tails turned on the speaker.
"You want to add your vocals to this little track?"
"I fucking LOVE this track. But, if I added some vocals at the drop part, which is from minute three to minute four, about, it could get even more dreamy."
"Are you a singer, Aruna? Can you improvise at all?"
"Just give it a shot, c'mon." She winked at Tails.
It made him blush.
He turned off the speaker and set the metronome to 132. He linked the track and metronome to her headphones, and hit play at the part where all the sound fades out for the drop to hit.
Tails was absolutely astonished at her absolutely on beat, sweet, breathy voice.
" We can dream.
But we forget that it's not a reality.
But if I can stay with you
My subconscious just might come true.
I know that you can see.
And soon one of your visions will be me.
And if you try, and only you can try
We just might be able to touch the sky "
Aruna held the ending word "sky" for a good four more seconds before ending.
Tails hit the pause button. His jaw was on the floor. The execution of the lyrics was beyond words. Never had he heard vocals so powerful come out of his soundbox.
Aruna stepped out of the soundbox. "Hehehe, I see you likey."
"I, uh, ummm, I-uu-uh-t-t-t-t-t-"
"No need for too much effort," Aruna interrupted. "I just showed you my reason for contacting you. I would love to form a trance duo with you, Tails. Together, we could easily make it to the top. I believe we can put watch of our skills together and create masterpieces. What do you say?"
Tails jumped out of his chair. He was freaking out. He must've been dreaming, but by no means did it feel like one. He wanted to scream "yes" at the top of his lungs, but instead what came out was, "Why me?" in a very calm, confused monotone.
"You see, Tails. Your ClubUnite DJ mixes got a lot popular then you must've though they would. When I heard them, I had to check out your ClubUnite profile. The picture you choose just captivated me. It showed you tweaking a VCO. As basic as it was though, it was the way you were smiling, and the joy, care, and experience flowing in one big good-feeling throughout the picture, I knew you had some talent. Big talent, too. My friend's brother owns an electronic music digital record label, and-"
"Wait, WHAT?" This COMPLETELY took Tails off guard. Not only did he meet a crazy, neon, giggling club chick from God-knows-where, but he was being asked to become a role model not even 24 hours after possibly committing a homicide.
"I know, I know. I knew you'd freak out. I wanted to put vocals on one of your tracks and give it to him to release it."
"Yes, yes, I'll put full commitment into this project!" Tails exclaimed. He had never felt so much joy, so much pride.
But one feeling was bothering him. It was the feeling of belonging. His purpose for life seemed to be for trance music. But, in the club scene, no brain power at all is used.
But maybe that's what it took. A large commitment. And maybe, he could do something big.
But that made him feel bad, considering the fact he came from something to still something, unlike… He couldn't think about it.
It had to stay a secret. Nobody could know about that one night, where his life changed forever. If anybody found out about what he did…
He couldn't even think about her. Tails didn't even want to think about her name. If anyone found out about what happened… All of this, all of the music, the awesome apartment, and his newfound vocalist, it would all be gone. All of it.
"Hey, Tails? Something up?" Aruna asked.
"Well, I, uhhh…"
"I know you're overwhelmed. But it's okay. I really want to get to know you better. It'd be awesome if I could sleep over at your place for a few nights, get to know you better. We could have a very fun time!"
WHAT? SLEEP OVER? Tails was very frustrated at her demanding and short time span. He barely knew her. The only thing he knew was she had a good voice. How dare she say that! She probably WAS a fucking slut this whole fucking time!
But, she seemed so trustable. Like the other female friends he had.
He got real nervous. The last time a crazy girl came over to Tails' apartment and tried to have fun, she…
Not a chance. He would never hurt cute, innocent Aruna.
But she was kind of loony.
Still, she never…
But, what if…
"Tails. What's up?"
"Well, I, uhhh…" Tails could no longer think straight. The wires in his brain completely rewired, and it felt like he no longer had control of himself. The filter to his speech was broken.
"Aruna, look, lemme tell you, no, uhhh…"
"Wait, what do you have to tell me Tails? C'mon, you're being all strange about something. Hehehe, it's like you're being controlled. Hehehe."
"Well, Aruna, I, uhhh, ummm, oh God…"
Tails couldn't think straight. The only thing that went through his mind was I hope they are okay.
But at the same time, he didn't. He hoped the rest of Verkeer Nög were all dead, brutally FUCKING MURDERED!
But no.
But, FUCKING YES! FUCKING DEAD!
"Ummm, Tails?"
Aruna's voice was merely distant. Tails was officially going insane. His blood temperature was rising, his heart beat was going higher, and he was starting to feel queasy.
Inside of his head, he was still battling thoughts. In fact, he was battling so many of them, he just could hold on anymore.
Everything around him started to fade into a black color. A distance voice was barely heard.
"Tails… Tails! You okay?
*****:)(:*****
A hospital, it was. When all conscience was regained, a hospital room was the setting. With a pounding head, colors were all rearranged, and nothing was straight.
But something was coming closer, and it was talking.
"It's good to see you're finally awake. We found you unconscious on a road, Miss, ummm, Amy Rose. According to a security camera, there was a huge mudslide that swept you onto a path and you were run over by a sliding car during the mudslide. We're so greatful you're back."
Amy felt like she was missing something… But, she couldn't think straight.
"We expect your recovery will take at least a week. So, we've tried to make your room as cozy as possible. On the side of your bed, you'll find a TV remote and a telephone. You will also find a red button. Just hit it when you need our service, for example food or something. Also, you may have visitors; in fact one is on their way right now."
The nurse was talking in some sort of hard, cold, Irish accent. Amy couldn't make out the color of her fur since everything was so blurry. Thinking straight was merely impossible.
Amy tried to sit up, but the short cord of her breathing mask kept her from moving up. She could only go left or right to make herself comfortable.
Amy looked at herself to figure out if she was dreaming, because it sure felt like it.
When she looked at herself, she noticed that her right leg and left arm were locked in some sort of comfortable, rubber holdings that made it easy to adjust inside, but inapplicable to get out.
Other than that, she was in a hospital gown that was already over the clothing she had on before.
All she remembered was going to sleep. She didn't remember where, when, or how it happened. All she remembered was falling asleep.
But surely, she had to get the fuck out of the hospital. Being in a hospital for seven days meant money in the five digits.
Or was it six digits? Amy was having a load of trouble trying to remember anything for no apparent reason. The only thing she could remember was yesterday. She… sang?
It sucks when you can only remember so little. Especially when your vision is so blurry. What the fuck was this, escape from Call of Duty Black Ops-title-in-middle-of-campaign?
Amy couldn't think straight, but she looked around to find possible solutions. Maybe if she worked her brain hard enough, she could remember the events before. She knew that she was singing yesterday. That was it. That was all she remembered. After that, it was sleepy time, and… AAAAAH, WHAT THE FUCK!
Maybe reciting a song in her head would get brain power working. Or she could quietly sing to herself and get her mind working.
But what song did she know? She couldn't remember any particular songs.
Amy reached for the TV remote, and hoped something productive was on. She turned on the… Wait… Oh shit! What the fuck do you press?
She was battling in her head what you had to press down… or was it pull up?
The FUCK? Amy was having a violent subconscious battle. In anger, she threw the remote wherever. It hit something, but the TV switched on.
That doesn't seem right… she thought.
Amy tried to focus on the television screen, but everything was just so blurry. She squinted, forced open, and well, did everything possible you could do with moving your eyes. But the TV just stayed as a big blur.
"What… the… FUCK!" Amy yelled at the top of her lungs. She had a horrible anger spasm, and she literally jumped out of her bed, falling on the floor. The oxygen mask ripped off her face, a large IV looking thing was knocked over, and she took out the table with the remotes.
But the scariest part… Her arm shot with a vigorous pain.
She let out another loud, scream. But this time, it was due to pain. She slowly realized her bone may have ripped out of her arm and was sticking out.
It was a horrible tearing; she could hear the skin rip with a loud "CRRRRRRRRP!"
Time must've been real slow, because something really heavy hit the floor. The bang must've been the loudest thing in the room.
But… everything seemed so loud to her.
Pain was still shooting. She imagined the blood making an insane fountain of red in the air, Ren & Stimpy style. She forced herself to look at her torn, ripped …
Wait, what the FUCK?
There was a small, almost microscopic line of blood tricking down her arm at a very slow pace. She looked at the floor, and she noticed a very big needle lying there on the floor.
They drugged her!
This infuriated Amy. The medication was keeping her vision blurry and thoughts scarred so she would… So she would…
It was like nothing happened; at least that's what it felt like to her. It was almost like her vision was blurrier.
She shot up as fast as she could, forgetting about everything that just took place. Her head crashed into the table at an alarming pace. Even more pain just imploded inside her. Amy's skull made a loud cracking noise, and as she hit the floor, she told herself she just raptured her skull.
As she hit the ground, she splashed into a giant puddle of blood, her head still with a horrible pain. Everything was in slow motion to her. Sure, life in slow motion may seem cool, but not with a pain-pounding cranium.
She could only stare at the pool of blood that was beneath her. It was a dark, crimson red, perfectly glossy blood pool, with lines around it making a square, and…
WAIT!
Suddenly, the pain stopped shooting in her head. She took a quick glimpse at the glossy red-tile floor that covered the hospital she was in.
She crawled out from underneath the table and shot up, feeling as if she just woke up from beauty rest. The first thing she noticed was that the high-def TV was on the Travel Channel…
But this was a hospital… And aren't they standard def…
Wait, SHE COULD SEE!
Joy came inside of her as all conscience was regained. Immediately, she started piecing the puzzle together. She DID sing yesterday, and it was for a dream trance song. It was with Tails and Sonic, of course, and, then there was…
ROUGE!
She remembered everything. Tails… Sonic… All the horrible things they did to poor Rouge.
She swore to herself she'd never see them ever again. And if she did, she would make sure they never saw anything else.
Amy became so infuriated, that…
"What happened?" the dark red hedgehog nurse demanded. "You need to get straight back in bed, miss!"
"WHERE THE FUCK IS ROUGE?" Amy screamed.
"Honey, I have no clue-"
Something took over Amy at that point in time. She saw a scalpel in the nurse's pocket…
"WHY DID YOU DRUG ME?"
"Honey, you needed to recover-"
"OH DID I JUST NEED TO FUCKING RECOVER? YOU WANTED TO MAKE MORE FUCKING MONEY AND GET FUCKING OVER PAID AND-"
"Listen, sweetie. Calm down. Please."
"NO, I WON'T!" With that said, Amy pulled off one crazy move in a spectacular, and in some ways, colorful show. She pulled out the scalpel from the nurse's pocket, but instead of putting it in her pocket or bringing it back to herself, she quickly dragged it upwards through the nurse's stomach and straight into her neck, where she dug it in even more.
The nurse made a horrible terrorizing scream as the scalpel entered her stomach, but she was quickly muted as she was lively cut in half by the psychopathic Amy.
With a huge, disgusting cut inside of the nurse, her body just fell to the floor in a raining shower of blood. It went every direction possible as she crashed onto the floor with a loud thud. Amy quickly hid behind a curtain in the next, empty hospital room so she wouldn't get caught. She took a quick glance at the dead nurse. Amy could easily look inside of the gash and make out her insides. Her heart, which was ruptured and cascading blood, was right there, and her lungs, drying and shriveling right before Amy's eyes, were over there.
And yet, Amy didn't feel bad at all that she just committed her first murder.
Hearing footsteps, she quickly found the wall on the left a perfect spot to crouch by and be unseen. Two different creatures were present, as they looked at the dead nurse.
"Oh my God! What happened?"
"The nurse said she was visiting this room she's dead in front of."
"Let's catch this psychopath."
They walked into Amy's original room. She crawled under the curtain and silently snuck into the area. The two critters were police officers, one was a black and white fox, the other… well, the exact same.
They were dumbfounded, looking at the empty hospital bed. Amy quickly snuck up to the first police officer's feet. Just as the two officers were about to step away, she shot up and quickly stuck the scalpel into the first officer's heart, making for a clean, instant, silent death.
"There!" The second officer announced, even though he was oblivious to what just happened to his partner. As the first police officer was falling down, Amy ripped the pistol off of his belt, and lunged over to the second police officer.
The second police officer must have shit his pants, because when he put his hand on his gun, he forgot to take it off.
Still airborne, Amy shoved the gun inside of the officer's mouth, which made him choke and drop the gun.
So, the officer had managed to get the gun out of his belt, but he forgot to shoot it? What a fucking toolbag, Amy thought.
As he tried to pull the first gun out of his mouth, Amy took the second and shoved it in even more violently. There was not enough room in his mouth, so she vigorously pulled the left gun as left as she could and the right gun as right as she could.
This move was tearing the officer a big mouth. A loud, stretching, "KRUUUUUR" sound was coming from the officer's mouth as it was being ripped apart. Blood started geyser-ing out of his mouth and got into Amy's face. It really annoyed her. So, she shoved the guns into his new mouth as far as she could and left them there. She quickly raced over to the first officer's dead body and pulled the scalpel out of the dead officer's chest and ran back over to the second one.
The second officer was choking to death, but Amy felt a little bit of sorrow and pulled out the guns. As the officer took a deep breath, Amy lost the feeling and slammed her paw with the scalpel inside of his mouth. Her paw fit in nicely, even with the scalpel. She attempted to slice across the throat, but right in the middle, her scalpel got caught in something. Blood was now cannoning out of the officer's mouth in an uncontrollable fashion. Amy decided not to get the scalpel unstuck from whatever it was wedged in. It was really jammed. Plus, the blood jets didn't make anything easier.
She quickly raced to the sink and threw water all over herself, cleaning herself dry. She also cleaned the guns and slipped them inside her pant pockets after she ripped off her annoying hospital gown.
She then casually strolled out of the hospital room, checking to see if anyone was looking, but all she heard were screaming, phone calls, and loud footsteps of people running. She quickly got an idea and started running to the front desk, screaming herself.
You see, the front desk doesn't pay attention to what the patients look like. So, if she was running up there and screaming, Amy would seem like a bystander to them.
While running to the front desk, she almost slipped, which caused one of her pistols to almost fall out of her pocket.
That's a lucky save, she thought.
She kept on going as she was, and ran up to the desk, pretending to hyperventilate.
"Oh my God! I heard SCREAMS! I saw BLOOD! YOU GOTTA HELP THEM, YOU GOTTA HELP THEM!"
The front desk clerks all looked at her weird at first, but then they all saw the running people, and went to join the crime scene. Amy quickly booted out the door, but then quickly stopped herself.
She had to seem casual so she wasn't suspicious. This was actually fairly easy for her, considering she was feeling no emotions.
While she was walking towards the elevator, she had to think to herself why she was doing this.
It was all to find Rouge. She had to find Rouge, and bring her to the… Uh…
She couldn't come back to the hospital. Who would ever come back to a location in which they murdered three people?
Amy had to plan her next move, and she didn't have many options to choose from. She had just murdered three people, all just to save her friend.
But… why? It didn't make sense at all. Amy cared about her friends, but never as much as Rouge at this certain instant.
But, you know what the reason was?
It was because she was on the verge of dying. She was left under a tree for God knows how long. But, the nurse said there was a mudslide… Where?
She came up with a plan. Amy would ask about the site of the mudslide and find her.
Doing something with her? That would be the hardest part. The hospital was her only option, but she couldn't go there.
She could ask a friend to take her there.
But, what would the friend think? She had to keep last night's events a secret. Absolutely NOBODY would learn about the events of the last night she was awake. At least, not on her terms.
She hoped everybody else didn't tell anybody what happened. Because if they did…
Amy had finally reached the elevator. She hit the down button. For some reason, the elevator was right there with nobody in it.
Things were going perfect for Amy.
But nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is ever 100%. So, what will be today's downfall?
When Amy was inside the elevator, she hit the L button, which meant lobby. As the door closed, she wondered if anybody else knew about what had happened upstairs.
She waited a little bit. The subtle lounge music playing in the elevator seemed rather unfitting.
Finally, there was a loud beep, and the doors opened.
All the people, all the desk clerks, all the… critters.
There's a joyful mood down here. Wow, nobody knows about what just happened upstairs!
The first critter Amy saw, she tapped him on the shoulder. The particular one she chose was a middle aged brown colored hedgehog.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Yes, little girl?"
Wow, derp. Hey old man, get your wrinkly ass upstairs and then say that.
"Um, I heard about some mudslide the other day, but I didn't catch where it was. Out of curiosity, do you maybe know?"
Amy was trying to talk in an innocent voice. It didn't matter; at least it seemed it didn't.
"Oh, it was on the west side of Tillmook Road."
"Thanks, sir."
Tillmook Road was a little ways away from Station Square. It looked like and felt like Station Square, but it was just a little bit off to the side.
Amy thought of something.
Tillmook Road is nowhere near this hospital. That means… If I blacked out there…
I was going the mother fucking wrong way. Wow, derp. Again.
Amy tried to think of a place near Tillmook. A really well-known nightclub called "X-Ta-C" was located there. That nightclub… Of course Amy knew the address. She was a local.
Amy waved for a cab. One pulled over, and as she got in, confetti blew everywhere after she closed the door.
"What the hell?" Amy thought out loud.
"Congratulations!" a computer-generated voice blurted out. "You've hoped in the free cab. This entire cab ride is free. That's right. Free! Tell us where YOU want to go!"
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She actually had a nice cab ride. There was an actual driver through all the confetti, and they were chatting about the club and the cool people coming there. Amy didn't see exactly what the taxi cab driver looked like, but his voice had a deep, raspy timbre.
Once she had gotten off, she immediately went to look for Tillmook Street. Tillmook was just a little ways away. She noticed it was awfully quiet around her. This wasn't exactly to her liking.
When she finally hit the beginning of Tillmook, she was surprised at how giant the mudslide was. It was like God had spilled coffee on the road. A large, weirdly shaped puddle of dried mud was just right there, there was one divot in the mud, and it looked like a car made it.
She ran over to the site, and immediately looked to her right, since she was entering the street on the south side. There was a huge opening in the cliff, where all the mud came off.
Amy immediately ran up the cliff. Half way there, she halted.
Wouldn't they know about where she was going?
In the hospital, she had demanded the location of Rouge. They would've figured by now
Rouge was a second person by the mudslide, and that she was heading back to the scene of the mudslide to go find her.
But wait. I killed the only possible person who would know.
And that was the nurse. So, unless a nearby patient heard otherwise, she was absolutely fine.
But, they could pull out her hospital papers, pull up a directory on her, and go to her house.
She couldn't go back.
But, who could she stay with?
She tried to think of all the possible friends she could stay with.
Cream was one. Another was… ummm…
Was Cream her only option? She seemed like the only one who would let her stay. After all, she was a fan of blaring trance music, too.
Although Cream was a heavy dubstepper, (or, h34vy dubst3pp3r, as she put it) she could sneak Amy in to stay and never tell the landlord.
A little more confident, she ran straight up the hill to look for where she was last.
She had to walk a little bit on flat ground before the trees were visible.
Huffing and puffing more than Duke Nukem during a glory hole, she quickly scurried up to the last tree that she recognized.
It was the same small one she recognized before. All Amy had to do was…
She couldn't just bring Rouge to Cream's house. Especially with loads of dried blood on her face. Nobody was to know of last night's happenings. Absolutely nobody.
She quickly looked at the tree, then at the road. Then back at the tree. Then, back at the road.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!
Amy didn't know what to do. She was stopped silent. She quickly looked under the tree to see if Rouge was even there.
Rouge was still there.
So, did she take her… or… leave her?
Amy had to think of a plan.
And, on the top of her feet, she got it.
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A/N: Whew. Done!
Lemme throw one thing out. When I type, I just type the first thing that enters my mind. When I was proofreading, Amy's escape from the hospital really made me cringe.
I tried to give that part the Tails' superstomp feel to it from chapter 1. But, it just came out way worse than that. But I like the result. That disgusting, horrible part will make a lot of people shudder… In fact, the chapter 1 part didn't make me shudder at all.
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