((WELCOME BACK! It's been too long! Like...four months…! Well, crap... Would you believe me if I said it was getting difficult to come up with ideas for continuing the bonus chapters? So I looked through old reviews and found some inspiration!

ABCSonicKirbyWarriors made a suggestion while the story was still being written that I wish I would have included sooner! Now that I'm free to write in other characters' point of view, it'll be a lot easier to provide to him/her the idea they suggested so long ago. I hope you enjoy reading, and keep those ideas coming!))

This chapter takes place soon after Amy was captured by Iblis while 200 years in the future, and was imprisoned for execution by Dark and Sonic EXE. This is in Amy's point of view.

The anxiety was maddening.

I'd been stuck in the dark cell for weeks it seemed, and I never seemed to adjust to the darkness. Night was indistinguishable from day, and the only light I received were the strips of red from a bloody sky through a tiny window high over my head. In the shadows the strange light cast, I constantly thought I saw movement. My neck hurt from always jerking my head so suddenly every time I thought I saw something. My body ached from wounds I hadn't had before being thrown in this dump.

Perhaps the worst part of being a prisoner of Dark Sonic were not the freezing chains that dug into my wrists or the cool, rhythmic drip of water onto my head and down my back, both impossible to ignore. No, it were the unscheduled intervals of torture. It was always when I was trying to get comfortable. Dark's shadow minions would fly through the walls and surround me, maybe five or six at a time, and just stare. They'd just stare at me with beady, glowing, empty white eyes, the only thing that gave them any expression at all. They seemed to have wisps of black smoke streaming from them like a cape, like ghosts. They'd stay still for minutes, maybe hours, haunting me with the whispering of the souls they had reaped that always seemed to follow them. These whispers filled every waking moment in that cell, with or without their presence.

Then the torture began. As soon as I made a movement or a sound, they'd charge at me, flying through me, around me, as if sucking out my breath, my soul, my very life energy. This would have been enough to drive anyone insane. But no. Their trailing smoke left bruises, lashes on my skin, not deep enough to kill but shallow enough to hurt like hell, all over my body. I became very familiar with my own screams. Each time they passed over me, they sent a rapid surplus of images spiraling through my head of every miserable time in my life; the cold eyes of a robotic Sonic kidnapper, years without parents, the devastation of seeing them roboticized, and more recent troubles. Seeing Tails fall beside me, blood spilling from his chest like a faucet. Watching Sonic transform into the murderous being he was now. Seeing the dark world he had created. The faces of the dead, torn apart and left to scream silently, eternally. Being separated from Sally and Shadow. The amused look on Dark's face when he saw me captured, the way he licked blood from his lips greedily…

The torture didn't last long, only until I ran out of a voice to scream. But even as the shadows disappeared through the walls, they left the echoes of the lost souls, the stinging and throbbing and aching pain, and the images of all the despair I'd felt for the past few weeks. It left me a cowering, trembling, bloody girl in the corner of my cell, warm tears always present on my cheeks.

Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip... In the agonizing silence, my only company was the water. Time was immeasurable here, but I suspected it must have been days or even weeks ago that I'd replaced the chains cuffing me to the ground as the destination of each freezing drop rather than my neck, where the fur had clumped together and grown slippery from the constant leak. I watched it drip onto the metal, day after day. I could practically taste the iron in my mouth. The metal had dulled and begun chipping away, and I held the chain link between my fingers for maybe the hundredth time. I could feel how rough and worn it was, and the grey metal had taken on a reddish brown color of rust. It wouldn't be long now before the chain was weakened enough that I could break free…

Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I'd learned to distinguish the sounds and what they belonged to; the whispering swooshes of the shadows, the unsteady trodding of the EXEs, and the dragging and screams of new prisoners, begging to be freed. This was a confident gait. The footsteps of the living heading toward my quarters. Quickly, I moved my body in front of the chains, taking their place under the drip. Just as I did, the heavy metal door opened, scraping against the cement floor with an ear-splitting grinding sound. I cringed, my ears impulsively pressing against my scalp. When my eyes opened, I saw a dark figure in front of me, gazing at me through glowing white eyes. Across his muzzle was a wicked smile of gleaming, white teeth. This was Dark Sonic, the one who had plunged the world into blood and darkness. Steeling myself for the encounter, I straightened, facing him with a confident glare. But Dark only laughed.

"You think I can't distinguish false courage?" the tyrant asked with a malevolent smirk. "I know you, Amy Rose, and you're a frightened, weak little squalling hoglet."

I flinched at his words. Even if this was only a persona of Sonic, hearing Dark say such cruel things in a voice similar to his made my heart twist. Dark chuckled and approached me, my eyes following his every movement. He knelt down in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blood on his fur mixed with something more sinister, as if darkness could have an odor. But mingling within these smells were the familiar scents of boy and old cologne that had never been washed out, now just memories of who this once had been. Briefly, I recalled the day everything had begun to go wrong. A party celebrating the capture of Dr. Eggman, who was now most certainly dead. Sonic had sat next to me that night, and I remembered catching a whiff of such a cologne...and then the screams as explosions went off in each corner of the room and the stench of smoke overpowering all others…

I mentally shook myself, cringing away from Dark and his too-familiar fetor. He had been watching me silently for the past few moments while I basked in my reverie, as if reading my thoughts. A sly smirk curled on his lips, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"You should know," he hissed, his cool breath on my face, "your friend is awake. Aware of all that I'm doing. And oh, does it make him mad." The laugh he had been hiding bubbled forth, and when I tried to move away from him, he grabbed my wrist, his whole hand encircling my arm. I could feel the chill of his skin through his torn gloves. He moved closer, close enough that I could feel his cold lips brush against my ear, making me shiver. "And such anger," he continued, "makes me stronger. Would you like to see?"

I turned to look at him in confusion. Suddenly, he wrenched my arms free, the rusted chain snapping in half. Half of the chain was coiled on the ground. The other half hung limply from the shackle still around my wrist. My breath caught, and I felt like my whole body had frozen, anticipating what Dark would do. His eyebrow raised, and he gave me a repremanding look.

"Such behavior is not tolerated here at my manor, Ames," he said in a slow, hushed tone. "You should know better."

"Don't call me that!" I suddenly shouted, my voice louder than I thought it could be considering the amount of screaming I had done in my time imprisoned. Perhaps it was only sarcastic, but Dark looked slightly taken aback. "Don't...don't call me that…" I repeated in a whisper, shying away from his look. A grin spread across his muzzle once more, sly and taunting. He suddenly gripped my wrist tighter and yanked me to my feet and towards the door. I cried out as the shackle still around my wrist sliced into my skin, then I heard the chain break. The metal links whipped back and slashed me across the face. Blood dripped into my eye and mouth, the strong taste of salty iron in my mouth. I could no longer see from the one eye, and it stung like mad. The chain could have sliced my eyelid at the very least, if not deeper. Dark's strength and cruelty was unyielding.

Dark Sonic pulled me down a hallway, his fingers digging into my skin, nearly pressing against my bone. I despised myself for my involuntary whimpering protests, but his grip only tightened. Any more and my wrist would snap. He tugged me along countless dark hallways shrouded in blood and darkness, which hung over everything like a suffocating veil. I thought I could see the darkness, as if such a thing could have an elemental form, like a poisonous gas spread throughout the city. Out of the corner of my eye, I always thought I saw movement, like smoke, but when I looked back I saw only blackness. Mentally shaking myself of these delusions, I looked straight ahead. Dark didn't look at me, forcing me to stare at the back of his head, the raised black quills and quivering aura surrounding him. He was walking at a rapid pace, with me stumbling as I struggled to keep up with his long strides. Determined to get my mind off the villain tugging me toward the unknown, my mind lapsed into memories. I remembered once, long ago, when we had first met, this boy had led me in a similar way, but with an entirely different demeanor. His grip on my arm had been protective, his steps more desperate, and he would look back at me and check on me as he went, leaving me to peer into his colorless, curious eyes, which held the hope and concern I'd always learned to love about him. I recalled looking back as we crossed the Stardust Speedway, a still sparking form of a robotic doppelganger behind a thick, metal gate…

A searing pain suddenly shot up my arm from where Dark gripped me, traveling to my brain. I screamed out in agony, falling to my knees, my hands going to my head, fingers twisting in with my quills, desperate to quell the burning pain. Flashes of images ran through my head like a sped up slide show. It was worse than when the shadows had tormented me with these memories, but now they were warped with darkness, and this time, there were emotions. Every bit of pain, trauma, fear, sorrow, helplessness, and anger wracked my body at once. I could feel Dark's cold gaze on me without looking up. I knew he held the unsympathetic look of someone watching a bug squirm under their pain and feelings left as quickly as they came, leaving me twitching and breathing heavily at Dark's feet, the chains of my shackles coiled around me. My eyes were wide and staring, but my gaze was unfocused, looking at the blurry vision of Dark's sneakers. I heard a high pitched ringing in my ears, unbroken and long. Beyond it, I heard Dark speak.

"We cannot have memories like that here," he said bitterly, his look bemused. It was eerie, the lack of irises or pupils. It made his gaze seem all the more harsh. Behind him, I heard a faint voice say his name, a raspy voice, attempting to get his attention. He turned his head, the blank white eyes disappearing from my sight. I couldn't make out what was being said at first, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sonic EXE, with his bleeding eyes and his grotesquely stretched mouth. My breath caught in my chest. I was too tense to move away, too frozen from the trauma Dark had just put me through, my body shuddering and heaving from labored breaths.

"It worked," I heard the demon-like Sonic say in his gruff voice. "We have him."

"It's hardly a success," Dark Sonic scoffed. "Humans like him are so...weak. Merely underlings. One threat is all it takes and they're in our hold...I almost pity them."

I tried not to appear like I was listening, trying to seem like I was still in agony, though the worst of the aftermath of whatever Dark had done to me had passed. Who were they talking about, I wondered?

"Mephiles reported in," Sonic EXE continued. "He says that those...tch, what do we even call them, 'rebels' is such an understatement...have found out about his means of controlling time. In the event that they return here, I've advised our new slave to lead them to his, heh, groupies."

"I assume he agreed to our conditions otherwise?" Dark pressed on.

"Of course!" Sonic EXE gave a short, harsh laugh. "Like butter on bread, as long as we didn't harm his precious wife and unborn child. He will bring them to us, claiming it to be a mission to overthrow us. A coup, if you will. Then...well, you can expect what we will do."

A pleasant sigh lifted Dark's shoulders. "Underlings, all of them," he said. "And once those bugs are squashed, the world is ours… All of it."

My breath caught. Their conversation took a twisted turn, discussing specific details as to what they wanted to do with my friends. The worst kind of torture, seeing how thinly they could stretch Sally's life, and if Shadow was really immortal… As they spoke, I slowly scooted away. My vision had cleared, and I could see the doorway. It was at the end of the pathway, the pools of blood rippling ominously on either side. But I had to escape. I had to be there to warn them. I had to find them, protect them. My friends. The only ones left who could bring Sonic back.

Once I was about a hundred feet away from the door, I scrambled to my feet and started running. I heard a yell behind me, but didn't dare look back. My feet stumbled, and I was half blinded by drying blood. But I had to escape. I had to.

I could feel the cold behind me. Dark Sonic was gaining, but I only had ten feet left until the door. I swallowed hard and ran as fast as I could, tripping at the last possible second and falling through the exit. Immediately, I rolled onto my back. I could see Dark's white eyes, glowing with anger, and I desperately kicked the doors shut. They slammed in his face.

I didn't pause to catch my breath. I scrambled to my feet and took off running. The halls were pitch black, only a flickering spark of a light here and there from broken light fixtures. Wires threatened to trip me, but every time I stumbled, I steadied myself and kept going. The adrenaline buzzed in my veins, numbing me, clouding my thoughts and forcing me to rely on my instincts. I didn't know how long I had been running, but it was too soon when I heard the distant sound of doors slamming against the wall as they burst open, or were possibly blown off their hinges. Then I heard a rushing sound, like oncoming water, gaining on me. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed forward, sprinting as fast as my legs would carry me. They were strengthened with a fresh wave of adrenaline, providing me the surefootedness I desperately required to keep going. My eyes opened, looking straight ahead. I almost missed the staircase to my left, and I skidded to a stop, grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, pounding down the steps. The rushing quieted with the distance I was now quickly putting between me and whatever was chasing me, but I did not slow. My lungs burned for oxygen, my sides searing with pain, but I dared not stop. I had gone down several flights of stairs when I heard a deafening slam echo throughout the closed quarters. Instinctively, I looked up and saw smoke from where the door had been torn down.

"AMY!" a furious, deep voice screamed into the stairwell, bouncing off the walls and hurting my ears. The rushing was back, nearly deafening me. If it was at all possible, I picked up the pace, skipping down three, four steps at a time and swinging around railings at the landings. Finally, the stairs ended at a door, and I threw it open and flung myself outside, slamming it shut behind me. I pressed my body against it, allowing myself to catch my breath.

Red sky. That was what I was greeted with. It was not the fresh air I had been secretly hoping for, but it was the only freedom I had for the time. My legs felt like jelly, my shaking knees no longer able to hold myself up. I sank to the ground and the base of the door, wheezing. It was the hardest I had ever run. I was deaf to every sound except a ringing in my ears, and the edges of my vision were going black with exhaustion. I just wanted to sit there and rest for a while, maybe close my eyes for a little bit…

Suddenly, I felt my stomach lurch forward. No, it wasn't just my stomach. My whole body was thrown forward, a hard surface against my back. I felt a momentary weightless sensation before I hit the ground with a bone-crushing force and tumbled until I came to rest at the base of a wrecked building. I slowly opened my eyes with a strenuous groan. Beside me was the door I had been leaning against, dented and folded nearly in two. And at the place where it had been hinged was an incredibly furious-looking Dark Sonic, his hands palms-out as he commanded billowing clouds of darkness behind him. He approached me, his steps deliberate, his strides wide. I struggled to sit up, but a stabbing pain went through my side. Broken ribs, surely.

"You," he hissed, but it ended in a slight chuckle, then an out-loud laugh, the trembling cackle of the insane. "You really thought you could get away! How cute!"

I took a deep breath, then released it all in two shaky words;

"Fuck off."

This only made him laugh harder, his head to the sky, as if the crimson clouds and he shared a private joke. "Oh, what harsh words from an innocent girl!" His eyes fixed on me, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. His amusement made my stomach churn. "Do you see all this?" Dark asked, gesturing to the dark clouds encircling us, like his dogs awaiting command. "This is what your friend's anger can accomplish. And now it will help me put you in your place."

He was now close enough that I could touch him. Breathless, I managed to show him I didn't care about his powers by spitting my blood-filled saliva on his shiny red sneakers.

Dark's mouth suddenly returned to a sneer, his gaze harsh. He put out his hand, his palm facing me. "Sleep," he hissed. The rushing sound filled my ears as the darkness rolled forward, surrounding me, entering my mouth, my ears, my nose, my body. The cold was hypothermic, and everything went pitch black.

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