No Brotherly Love
Chapter 3: Rude Awakening
Sonics POV:
I slowly started to stir from my unnatural slumber. My waking eyes were greeted with a dim light coming from the ceiling. As my vision started to clear, I realized it was a light hanging from the ceiling.
My hands felt for texture and my sense of touch picked up on wood. I sat up, placing a hand on my forehead. My eyes blink five more times before my vision really cleared. I was in a dark room, no source of light except from the one on the ceiling.
I crawled to the edge of the bed and was about to get up when BANG! I could hear a door swinging open then smashing shut, shortly followed by mumbling. I tried to focus on what was being said.
"You've got to be kidding me? This blue freak is gonna help us?" Roared a rather angry and agitated male voice.
"I know this guy, if there's anyone who can help or even save us, it's him. Just be prepared for him to be stubborn, He's probably worse than he was before." Came a soft and...familiar voice.
I got off of the bed and tried to stand, but failed miserably. Crumbling to my knees, I heard the male speak again. "See, he can't even stand!"
"Shut it. He went against an S-7 with his bare fists, his fists! You can barely go against them with a rocket launcher!" The once soft voice ranted.
"Who's there?" Was all I managed to say.
"Sonic? You came back." Said the soft voice with a hint of glee.
"Who are you?" I carried on, getting a bit frustrated.
"God, I save your life again and you still barely know who I am! AFTER ALL THIS TIME!?" Shouted a now annoyed voice which was once soft and welcoming.
'Wait, I know one person who get's this stressed.' I thought.
As my mind processed that thought, someone slowly stepped in the light.
"No way...you've...you've grown up...and...wow." I couldn't believe who was in front of me. For years she had chased me and now...wow.
"Hello...Sonikku." She said with a triumphant grin on her face.
If I was a cartoon character, my mouth would surely have dropped to the ground and a train come through it. She was drop dead gorgeous.
Then I realized something. We were in a dark room, practically cut off from the world and...
"Something wrong pin cushion?" Came the males voice. It's great (and bad) that he was here. God knows what my mind would've thought.
The beautiful girl was indeed, Amy Rose, and I was beginning to regret leaving years earlier.
She walked towards me and said rather seductively, "This is for coming back. She bent down grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for a soft kiss.
For what felt like eternity, we shared a kiss. She seemed to be enjoying herself, she was grinning while kissing. I just sat there, dazed. She got up and started to walk away, then said evilly, "And this is for leaving" Her smile faded to an angry expression. She pulled out her infamous Piko Piko Hammer, raised it above her head and...
'Oh crap!' My head screamed as the hammer came down on my head. I blacked out. Again, damn it.