A/N: I have no idea how many times I used the word "Fuck" in this one-shot. Pathetic, huh? And I'm listening to Christian music as I'm writing this.
I'm so going to hell. :D
XD Jk. My first Knuxouge.
No, no effort was really put into this; I'm just at a major writer's block and I really need inspiration and exercise for meh brain... Have fun.
Tear Down the City Lights
It hurts.
It hurts so fucking much that I can't concentrate.
My brain is frying inside of my skull.
In fact, I do believe I am a throbbing blob of agony.
Fuck.
I'm blind. I'm so fucking blind.
How couldn't I see this coming?
I curse myself and my body automatically attempts to right itself. I fall on my face, of course. Press into the cold thing beneath me. Maybe melt into it with any luck.
But, why the fuck would I have any luck?
Why can't I see?
I scream for the shear sake of hearing something.
"You're pathetic. So fucking pathetic."
Oh, how I long to ram my foot down his throat.
Wait a mother-fucking second.
Eruptions of pain in my side tear cries of pain from my mouth.
"See? Listen to yourself. Screaming your head off like a little girl."
Did he just kick me?
That bastard.
I'll kill him.
I lunge forward and wrap my hand around something solid, only to receive a sharp sting in my stomach.
That hurt.
"You'd think, after all those times I tricked you and your little friends told you that you fucked up, you still fell for it."
I hate him.
"Fucking idiot animal."
Revelation strikes me down like a lightning bolt and a single word blossoms in my mind.
Rouge.
"You see, if you were more intelligent, she'd still be alive."
What the fuck?
I grunt denial.
She's alive, you fucking moron.
She was
Right beside
Me.
Oh, hell, no.
"That's right. You fucked up, yet again. If I would have known it would be this easy, I would have attempted to spare her life."
Wait a mother-fucking second…
I lost?
The emptiness hits me so hard, I lose my breath.
I've lost my soulmate.
I'm losing it.
Breath accelerates without my okay. Attempting to save me.
No.
I don't want it.
They always told me…
"When your soulmate leaves, you must as well."
"Wh-what? Are you okay?"
Funny.
There's actually concern in his voice.
"Knuckles."
A crash at the very edge of my senses now that my brain's going numb.
A battle cry rings true.
I'm too far-gone to care.
Rouge.
R
O
U
G
E
The only thing that really mattered in life.
The only thing that kept my heart beating, kept my spirit alive.
Gone.
"Knuckles!"
He is too late.
For once in his life, his speed is not enough.
I don't want his life fucked too.
Too late for either of us then.
"Knuckles, no!"
Warm hands separate me from the cool ground. Screams of anguish.
My brain turns to mush. One word floating through it. One word turning to three.
Rouge is dead.
I'm the cause.
You idiotic fucker.
My last thought.
Make it count, idiot.
… I always loved her.
Flatline.