Same warning as chapter one. Turn back if mature themes/language bothers you, or even implications of such.
"Hey, there."
That smile of his hits me as soon as I open the door. Is it any wonder I love him so much?
"This place wasn't too hard to find."
"Sure hope not. I spent a lot of money on it, you know!"
He laughs, and I can't help but follow along with him. Although…I don't remember him mentioning a house, and not one as spacious as this.
I don't remember anything past this morning, actually. I'm going to go and get that checked out once I finish my visit. Feels like a lifetime since I've seen Sonic, though.
"Nice dress, Ames. Where'd you get it?"
I look down at my plain yellow sundress. "Somewhere downtown. It wasn't too expensive." I can't remember where I got the dress. I don't remember even buying it. But I can't in good conscience tell him that.
"Cool. It looks good on you."
A blush spreads across my face. Sheesh…he always knew what to say, didn't he?
"Thanks. Oh, hey…I like what you did with the kitchen."
He shuffles over in his jeans and white sweater, brushing a hand gently over the marble counter tops. They're a rich shade of black, very classy.
"Yeah, it's neat. I liked black for some reason…think it was you who suggested it."
"Really? I don't remember that." At least I'm being truthful this time.
"Seriously?" He opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of wine. "You helped me a lot with this place, getting it set up and all that. You're the design expert of the group, you know."
"You could have asked Rouge."
He rolls his eyes. "She suggested dance cages."
"Oh. Point made, then."
Sonic's reaching into a cupboard to get some wine glasses, I assume. There's a set of knives nearby; I pull out one of them and finger it slowly. It's nice and sharp, as expected…oh, the things I could do with a knife like this.
Maybe carving out someone's heart…or…
"Whoa."
Where the hell did that come from?
"You okay, Ames?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." There really is something wrong with me…I'm definitely going to see someone today. Maybe I hit my head. Really, really hard.
"Maybe some wine'll calm your nerves?"
"Never pinned you as a wine connoisseur, Sonic."
He looks at me strangely.
"Ames…you introduced me to the stuff, remember? You were on my back for months about being more sophisticated and junk."
"I did…didn't I?"
"Hey, are you sure you're alright? You seem out of it today."
"I'm…not sure." The knife's still in my hand for some reason. Why was I so attached to it? I mean, it looked nice…maybe better drenched in blood…
Okay. Okay, that's not something I should be thinking about. I sit on one of his sofas nearby.
"I'm having these weird thoughts…ow."
"What?"
"I'm sitting on something." I reach beneath me and pull out…a bra? What…the hell? "Sonic?"
"I…well, I can't explain that. I mean, I can, but…"
"But what?"
"It's complicated."
"Complicated." I can't help but laugh sarcastically. "Complicated. That's what you call it, complicated."
"Amy-"
"There's nothing fucking complicated about it. Who's is this?"
"I really wish I could tell you."
"It's not that hard. Just tell me the whore's name," I say with a shrug.
"Ames, I-"
"Don't fucking call me that," I say, pointing the knife at him. "You know, maybe I should just cut your fucking balls off. Then things would be complicated."
I hold my head. That…that didn't come out right.
"Sorry…no, not really. I'm still pissed at you."
"Amy, I'm sorry."
"Oh, not sorry enough," I say. I dangle a pair of panties in front of him. "A matching set, how cute. Guess where these were?"
"I know how this looks…and I can't begin to just…I don't know."
"You don't know. Huh, funny how that works." I have no idea why I'm so damn angry, but I am. I can't forgive him for this shit. No fucking way.
"You…fucking…walked over me, Sonic. You told me to just wait, just a while longer, and everything would be alright. But obviously, that didn't apply to you. How many more of these sluts have you been playing with, huh?"
"It's not like that."
What the fuck is he hiding? "Look at me, you bastard."
"I…I can't. This is hard enough…"
"You're complaining that this is hard for you? Are you fucking kidding me?" I grab the wine bottle and brandish it. "Tell me the slut's name."
"Uh, um…" He closes his eyes, thinking. Probably making something up. "Sally…Acorn." He grimaces.
"I…believe you."
Fucking liar.
"Not."
I smash the bottle over his head, and it shatters. He's on the floor, bleeding and sputtering. Hope he chokes on his-
"Shoot…can't fake…it anymore…huh…?"
"Sonic…Sonic, what did I do? What am I doing?"
The broken neck of the bottle drops from my hand. I completely lost control! Why am I so angry? I should know by now that Sonic…he has every right to date who he wants, when he wants. I…what's going on?
"Ah, man…never gets easier. Thought I could work my way out of this one…Sally Acorn, oh boy. It worked in about…the three hundred and thirty-second loop…boy, was that long ago," he says, flicking the blood from his eyes. "But then you found Rouge's old nurse outfit and bam…that was game over for me…"
"H-huh? She…isn't real? Sally?"
"'Course not."
"Why then…does it feel like you're lying? I can smell somebody else on you…"
He sighs sadly. "That's consistent, at least…"
"Consistent? What are you talking about? What did you mean by loops?"
"Here. I'll show you."
He pulls me close and kisses me. God, how sweet is this? I smash a bottle over his head, and he just…just…
My memories are coming back. I don't believe this. I don't believe this at all…no, it can't be true! It can't be true!
"Sonic, you…"
"I know. It's fine."
"It's not fine! How the fuck could you say that?"
"'Cause I love you."
What a time to say that! You're going to die, and you choose now to tell me that you love me! You idiot!
"You need to-"
"Run? Yeah, I could. But there's something I can do about it. Even though I'm dying like this each time, I get closer to freeing you. You didn't run from your fate, so I can't run from mine."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's just gotta be like this. Someone's playing with us, and I don't know why it is, but…well. I can deal. As long as you're safe, Ames."
"I…"
I'm in tears by now. Dammit, Sonic! You didn't have to go this far for me…I…
"I feel…like I'm getting smaller."
"You're losing control of yourself. After you…disappear, so to speak, everything is what it is. I can take a wild guess at what the result will be."
"Sonic…I'm so, so sorry."
"It's not your fault."
I'm getting so tired…the world's fading…I want to fight, but nothing's working. So much pain.
It's nothing compared to what Sonic must have gone through.
"Bye, Ames. I'll miss you."
I kiss him as passionately as I can, hoping that something might come out of it…something that might save him from this torture, this madness.
"I love you…"
He only smiles at me as I fade to nothing.
"Sonic? Sonic, you there?"
The door was still open as Tails walked in. He hadn't heard from his friend all day, even though he had called him earlier. If he was running, he usually stopped by to let the fox know what was going on.
"Sonic?"
He mentioned that Amy was coming over today, and-
What was that smell? Wine…he knew that smell because Sonic had been into it lately. The other smell was…
"Blood. So-nic! Amy! Where are you?" he called, getting extremely worried.
The carpet made a squishing sound. It was wet.
He looked down to see that it was soaked with blood. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw someone kneeling beside his friend's body.
"Oh, Miles…"
Amy's voice sounded through the darkness, weak and dissonant.
"I know you won't forgive me…you'd never forgive me…"
She held out the bloody knife towards him. "Please…do it."
"Y-you…you killed…my brother…" He trembled, stepping back.
"That's why I want you…to…"
"No…n-no, I c-can't…"
She smiled at him. "You're so sweet...such a sweet boy. I'll miss you."
"Wait…" His eyes widened. "Wait, Amy! No!"
She plunged the knife into her heart, twisting the blade inside before pulling it out. Her blood gushed from the wound, the muscle pumping it out at high pressure even as it failed. Amy fell onto the carpet face first, a pool of red forming beneath her.
Tails could only watch in horror, his body frozen. He snapped out of it long enough to race to the phone and call 911.
"Somebody…somebody help! My friends…oh, god…" He broke, down, sobbing. The operator assured him that help would be on the way.
They would never know that they all had been too late…from the start.
"Sonic!"
He turned on the street corner, watching as Amy tossed down a stack of pictures. Each of them was doctored, but she didn't know that. She didn't know it was all fake, at least in the bigger picture. These scenarios sucked, Sonic noted, and now he was in a new one.
She was quicker to the draw this time, though.
"Maybe that asshole's getting bored," he muttered, tuning out Amy's screaming. People on the streets were turning around, staring at her and Sonic as she aired their dirty laundry.
"I'll make you suffer…just like I did."
She suddenly pulled out the gun and fired into his chest, screams sounding out from the bystanders.
"That's a new one," Sonic coughed, feeling the blood leak from his body.
"We'll be together in death…you can't betray me there. You just can't," she said with a twisted smile. She fired again, and again, and again, the people scattering as Sonic fell to the pavement.
"I love you, Sonic."
He smiled with the last of his strength. "I know."
She put one more bullet through his head. One more in the clip.
It had to be destiny.
"Yes…we were meant to be…"
Amy smiled, tears streaming down her face. She put the barrel under her chin.
And she pulled the trigger.
He awoke to find soft hands stroking his face.
"Ames?"
"You're so beautiful…I had to touch."
A smirk from him. "Naturally."
They were back in the same bed, holding hands and snuggling close. It felt so amazing, so pure…so wonderful.
"I can never spend enough time here with you," he said.
"I feel the same way."
"Do you know…what this place is?"
"No…do you?"
He shook his head.
"Wanna find out?"
He thought for a moment. "Only if you do."
"I don't want to leave, though. What if we have to leave? Forever?"
"I have a feeling we'll be back here someday."
"Yeah?"
He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah."
"Can we…stay here a bit longer?"
"For as long as you want, Amy."
She pulled him closer and held him, stroking his soft fur as his eyes closed. A smile came to her face as he slept soundly.
"Sonic…thank you."
Amy yawned and put her hand into his again, feeling him squeeze it tightly. Emerald eyes closed, and she joined him in his dreams.
a/n: I almost lost the nerve to write this after rereading my first chapter…I don't know if I could go any further than I did there. Like, ever. Seriously, those 2k+ words kind of bother me even now, they're hard to read. Is that normal? Serious question, really. Is it?
Conclusion is next chapter. Probably a lot less…colourful than this chapter. Get it? You know with the language and the blood and…yeah. I'll stop now.