Twinkle Park

Shadow's P.O.V

After leaving Rose in the car, I placed my hood up to avoid any glances or looks in my direction. But the crowds here today were the typical brainless teen bunches whose hormones controlled their very being.

I snuck past the admission stand that was lining up with people, and eased through security. The amusement park was just as it was when Rouge, Omega, and I had first arrived here while trying to find more about the now deceased Eco terrorist Eggman: The Ferris wheel was the biggest attraction with lights that played out in sync to pop music, the roller coasters that dared brave and nauseous souls onto its tracks, and the food stands that were speckled around the park.

But my attention wasn't on any of these mundane things. I had to find Mami and I had to find her fast or else I would've broken something I vowed I'd always discern.

The crowds were getting thicker as I neared the destination Mami told me she was at.

The fun house was as big as any other old house, but the amounts of people were frustrating. I had to walk past people dumb enough to stand in the middle of the walkway to take pictures or chat with acquaintances.

When I finally got in the area, it proved to be dark and dank. Props of ghosts, zombies, and other fictionist works infested the fun house's interior. I touched near my pocket to make sure I still had the gun, as my sixth sense was getting the best of me.

I begun my descent down the winding corridors and every so often something would pop up that tried to agitate my trigger finger. I was twenty minutes in the house when I heard the voice of a young woman in complete and utter fear: Mami.

I was cautious in walking up to her as I remembered she told me that her idiotic Ex-boyfriend had taken her on the night on the two, or whatever. I'm defiantly planning on "accidently" planting a bullet in this kid soon. Better yet, several.

When I spotted them I got behind a rugged shelf that displayed books with barely any bindings. I could see Mami struggling in the grasp of a black lynx, probably Ryan. He was advancing on her in ways that made me want to flat out shoot him, but I had to remain hidden and cool.

"Come on Baby, you know you want to. You can't be a virgin forever and besides we might make the news if we do it right here, right now." He was lightly kissing her rosy cheeks as she was trying to move away from his grasp.

"N-no please just leave me alone . . ." Now I could see in his face he was getting agitated.

"As if you had any say in it, anyways!" Ryan pushed Mami on the ground and was getting ready to get on top of her when my legs moved before I had comprehended anything and I kicked him straight in the gut.

Ryan was wobbling back and forth holding his gut in pain and annoyance. But when he looked up I say something I didn't remembering seeing before, a scar?

"Fucking shit-head! Don't you know who you're messing with?" The boy yelled as he tried to charge me but I simply moved. The kid was pretty damn slow.

"Yes, a little shit-head with no balls in any sense of the word." I commented.

The kid ran up to me and I decided to stop holding back just a little and dealt him a beating. But I had to give him props for landing a few punches on my face and gut, too. We separated with the kid now dripping blood from his nose and coughing up some. Even I felt some bruises on my face around the jaw area.

But then I reminded myself I had to get Mami and Amy away from here as fast as I can. The murderer could be around here someplace, maybe even right in front of my face.

I reached for my gun getting ready to shot the kid in his leg to let us get some time to escape and I rested my hand on empty pockets. I looked up to see the kid twirling the gun over his index and thumb. Shit.

"Looking for this? Sorry but I sort of got it before you did."

The kid pointed the gun at me in point blank range. Being shot down by him would be the biggest insult of my life, but then I heard the bullet exit the gun and felt it enter through my rib cage, blood splattered and I could hear Mami screaming.

I felt her warm hands lift my head up on her shoulders as the faint blinking lights in the room were starting to blare together along with Mami's tear stricken face. I tried to mouth the words "run" but all that came out were burning gasps.

So this is what it felt like to die? Is this how my sister felt when that man shot her and my parents?

I felt Mami's body being forced away and the boy's dark laughs and shouts. Another gun shot echoed and my world became black.