The pink female creature paced the living room circular carpet in concern and worry. Okay Amy, keep calm, keep calm, keep calm. Her hands held each other, eyes focused on them it is most likely just an Eggman trap to have us distracted. The images of Shadow and Sonic's fight on the ARK rang through her fresh memory. Both heroes used chaos control but Shadow being able to tap into the chaos force more directly gave more than he should have. As soon as I get a hold of Sonic and Tails maybe they could take a look at him. An unexpected moaning sound reached her twitching ears, "Wha—where am I? How did I get here?" Like a vampire sitting out of his coffin, the black formerly unconscious hybrid sat on the couch.
No answer could escape her lips or any sound for that matter. It was shock to simply watch him return from the dead. Her finger lurked near her mouth looking baffled. "Hey you. Are you going to talk or what?"
Hands against the sides of her dress and mouth slightly hanging open, she only said, "Huh?" "If you are going to stand there like a fool then I won't bother wasting my time on the likes of you."
The hurtful and demeaning words of the mouthy thing tipped the hot coals of her temper and boy did it hit the roof, "Now just a minute. Don't expect me to talk to you with that sore attitude. Say you are sorry."
The eye lids of the stripped instigator closed halfway while he stood there glaring at this pink thing that dared to defy him, "Why you…" Growling under his breath, he then completely closed them in his high and mighty way, arms criss-crossed "Humph." His legs casually moved him away from her as though she were nothing but after three steps he was on the verge of collapsing.
Her temper then deflated as quickly as it came and her hand held out, "You are hurt. Please stay here or you will only land up more hurt." Supporting his weight with the wooden carved coffee table and couch cushion, he looked at her through one half-open eye, "No thanks. I had enough of your help."
This time it was her turn to look pouty and she calmly strolled to him in his helpless state. He glanced up at her through the same eye, curious as to her next move. Two hands pressed against his soft white chest and easily made his rear tumble onto the soft cushioned middle seat. Looking at her one more time, growling, she then turned back to him with the same amount of attitude, "Don't give me that. You're injured and need serious healing. When Tails comes back here with Chris and Grandpa they could look at you to find out what is wrong." Back leaned back and hands netted together he only looked at her viciously, refusing to give back an answer. Without question, it was a bitter staring contest that should be reserved for beastly dogs.
Being notorious for not only a flaming temper but a chatty mouth as well, she did not stay silent for long. Still holding her angry demeanor, she said, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Silent as ever, he rolled his eyes and looked away from her, studying the window glass. In spite of it all, both looked nothing more than children throwing a temper tantrum.
Her creased brow smoothed over when a red spot oozed above his left eyebrow. That is one spot that I know should not be red. Stepping closer, her hand reached close to his head but stopped.
His head backed away, "What are you doing?" Hand frozen in position, she explained, "You look hurt. That cut on your head looks bad…" His head whipped around, "Humph. That is none of your concern and don't you forget it." Once again, he succeeded in angering the girl, "Excuse me for thinking about you at all. You creep!" Fists against her sides like a child, even holding her breath, she growled at him.
He flung his left leg over his other one, keeping his arms crossed. Holding that stone cold face, he thought this is just great. Not only am I weak, my ability to chaos control is locked by something. As soon as I figure out what, I am out of here.
A young boy's voice called out, "Hey, Amy, are you here?" Her attention was snapped away from the rude boy before her to the twelve year old who entered the living room, "Hey Chris, what's up?" The boy filled with worry, asked, "Where have you been? Did you find Sonic?" Suddenly remembering her purpose in staying behind at the residence, she looked ashamed and muttered, "Oh yeah, that's right," her hands slapped her cheeks, "I totally forgot!" The child's eyes looked ready to pop out of his face, "You mean you can't find him?" In the midst of their conversation, Shadow sat on the couch listening to them like a camouflaged owl.
Amy jumped off her seat and said, "No, I looked all over the house. I can't think of any place that I have not looked." The black hedgehog sighed and turned to face the opposite direction. Chris placed his finger near his cheek, "Man I wish he had a cellphone. We would be able to call him and know exactly where he is. Maybe he is…" it was then when his eyes wandered to the couch and happened upon what reminded him of a ghost. Perhaps it was because it seemed so unnatural for someone declared dead to come back again. His eyes shot wide open and the pupils shrank, "S—shadow? Is that…" The cold stricken quickster turned to face him, eyeing him in an unpredictable manner. A gloved pink hand tapped the boy's sleeve, "Um, Chris, you okay?" The boy did not answer right away. His bright blue eyes looked worried into the red burning ones.
It was interesting the way Shadow glanced at him. It was even possible that his memory did not die with him on the ARK. If that were so, then the amnesia stricken insectivore knew that Chris was somehow involved with restoring a small portion of his memory. For that he had something to be thankfully about. Instead of smiling and giving thanks however like most people would, he only looked to the window once again. Maria…why…why did you have to suffer such a cruel death at the hands of humans? I know you wanted me happy but this…will never work out without you here with me.
All at once, Amy felt sympathy for him. The way he constantly stared in the distance and the emptiness in his eyes made it seem like something was not there. She wanted to reach out to him but felt like she must hold back on this one. Even Sonic and Knuckles do not require this much space. He has to be treaded carefully. The tips of the black hedgehog's hair stiffened and without moving his head, his ruby eyes turned to hers and then narrowed. Already he could sense her sympathy and felt great distain. She was beneath him, the great mighty ultimate life form. There was nothing that she could offer to allow him to accept her emotions, besides there was none for him to offer.