Blackshade
Chapter 5: Beauty and the Coyote
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Amy couldn't sleep that night, she couldn't stop thinking about this mysterious Sonic the Hedgehog.
Something about that 7 year old boy intrigued her... but she didn't know what it could be.
Maybe it was the fact that he died at such a young age?
She also wondered HOW he could've died, his message stated that he was 'gone mysteriously' what could that have meant?
Was he kidnapped, eaten by some sort of animal, been involved in some sort of shooting?
And why was he so important to that elderly person?
That morning Amy decided to take a morning walk, Sticks hadn't awaken so Amy just left without waking her up.
She grabbed her Walkman and played Thriller Michael Jackson.
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking
In the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops
Your heart
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before
You make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between
The eyes
You're paralyzed
This song always gave Amy the chills, but that's why she loved Michael Jackson, he never failed to surprise her.
She walked through the streets of Paris bopping her head through the tune of her song.
"Ahh Americans, never fail to create the best music" she whispered as she kept bopping her head.
You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere
Left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see
The sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just
Imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up
Behind
You're out of time
Suddenly Amy got a weird feeling running in her back.
She turned around and realized that there was nothing there, she turned back around but still felt as if someone was watching her.
Nobody was awake yet so the streets were a little deserted.
"Wow this song goes along with what's going on right now, go figure" Amy muttered as she turned around again.
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life
There goes that feeling again, Amy turned her full body and still didn't see anyone.
That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost
Suddenly Amy bumped into someone, she swiftly turned around and was about to punch that person but lost her balance in the process.
"Woah there" the person said as they grabbed Amy by the waist and slowly lifted her up.
Amy slowly opened her eyes and noticed she was staring right into some emerald green ones.
'That hedgehog again' Amy thought.
Amy was once again drawn into his looks, their lips weren't very far apart.
"Hello, did you hear me!?" Sonic asked distracting Amy from her thoughts.
"Huh? What?"
"I asked if you were okay" Sonic asked impatiently while letting her go.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine, just wasn't watching where I was going"
"You sure about that, it looked like you were running away from something" Sonic asked with a sort of comical approach. He knew she was running away from him, vampires tend to give mortals that 'someone is watching you, run' feeling, and he was watching her before they bumped into each other.
"No it's just that I was listening to Thriller by Michael Jackson and y'know how supernatural that song is so it kinda got me uneasy especially since I was alone and it felt as if someone was following me heh silly me" Amy said scratching the back of her head.
"Michael Jackson?" Sonic asked.
"You don't know who Michael Jackson is!? He is like a legend to music!"
"Oh kind of like Tchaikovsky" Sonic asked receiving a confused glance from Amy.
"Uhhhh isn't Tchaikovsky from like the 1800's?" Amy asked.
Sonic widened his eyes after realizing what he had said, You gave her an example of music legends in your era Sonic WAY TO GO! He mentally scolded at himself.
"Yeah he is" Sonic coldly responded trying to end the conversation.
"Hmmm I guess Tchaikovsky was a legend to music back in those days so I guess he does count"
Sonic let out a mental sigh of relief, that was close.
"Of course he counts but Tchaikovsky is obviously better than what is listened to today" Sonic stated rolling his eyes.
"I guess so but Michael Jackson is still great"
Sonic rolled his eyes and began walking away from Amy.
"Woah wait where are you going!?" Amy asked.
"Away from you"
Amy then walked up in front of him.
"Why are you so mean? All I have ever been to you is nice!"
"Well guess what princess I'm not very fond of nice people" Sonic responded, once again walking away.
"Can you at least tell me your name!?"
"I don't know" Sonic said turning around. "Are you worthy of knowing my name?" Sonic asked giving Amy a smug smile.
"Well you certainly aren't worthy of knowing mine and here we are"
"Yes but here's the difference between you and me" Sonic said walking up to Amy. "I never asked for yours, you voluntarily gave it to me"
"Your so rude"
"And your so annoying"
"I know exactly what you need to stop being so rude"
"And what would that be?" Sonic asked still wearing a smug smile.
"You need a girlfriend" Amy said crossing her arms at him.
Sonic's eye began twitching, first Tails, then Scourge, now HER!?
"And you need to stop talking" Sonic said walking past her leaving her staring at him.
Suddenly a random girl came up to Sonic and gave him a piece of paper that had her digits on it.
"Call me handsome" the girl stated as she walked away.
Sonic rolled his eyes at the piece of paper, crumbled it and threw it in the trash.
"Wow what a jerk, he really does need a girlfriend" Amy whispered walking away the other way.
Amy walked in Sticks' house and realized she was already up.
"AMY THERE YOU ARE OH MY GOSH YOU HAD ME WORRIED! I THOUGHT BOB TOOK YOU IN MY SLEEP OR SOMETHING!" Sticks yelled.
"Woah there badger I'm fine, just took a morning walk"
"Phew you gave me quite the scare there"
"I'm fine promise, and hey Sticks can we go to the cemetery again"
"You wanna see your mom again?"
"Well that and I also..."
"Wanna see this Sonic the Hedgehog tomb again because you have unanswered questions that you want answers to"
"Yeah how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess" Sticks shrugged as she got her car keys.
"Let's roll"
"Sticks you need to change first though" Amy giggled as Sticks noticed that she still had pajamas on.
"I KNEW THAT" Sticks yelled running towards her room.
"Yeah right" Amy giggled.
Sonic the Hedgehog
(1869-1876)
Gone mysteriously, but loved eternally.
His adventurous spirit would brighten every room he entered.
His positive attitude admired by several peers.
Aleena and Jules loved him dearly.
Rest In Peace
"I wonder what made his death so mysterious..." Amy asked Sticks while Sticks was eating a popsicle.
"Probably a kidnapping scenario"
"That's what I was thinking but there could be other things"
"Maybe he got lost and was never found" Sticks stated taking another slurp from her popsicle.
"Yeah that would make sense" Amy thought.
Sticks and Amy stood there in silence, thinking about what could've happened.
"He was so young, he didn't deserve what occurred to him" a mysterious voice stated, startling Sticks and Amy.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you"
Amy turned around, it was that elderly man, she turned to Sticks and noticed her thinking that same thing.
"Oh, we're sorry, we were just walking around and were surprised at how young this child was when he passed away"
"Yes indeed he was very young" the old man went over to the tomb stone and left him an old, torn, and beaten up teddy bear with a black rose.
"Don't mind me asking sir, but wouldn't it make more sense if you gave him a new teddy bear" Sticks asked.
The old man smiled softly at Sticks, "This teddy bear isn't like any other one"
Sticks and Amy stared at him with a confused expression.
"He and I would always play with this teddy bear, it was our only toy"
"You knew him!?" Amy asked.
The old man giggled softly, "Why don't you two come join me for some tea in my little cottage next to the cemetery and I'll explain everything"
Sticks and Amy looked at each other and nodded.
At the Cottage
"So what are your names?"
"I'm Amy and this is Sticks" Amy introduced herself as Sticks waved.
"So I often see you coming to the cemetery, do you come to see him" Sticks asked.
"Yes and I'm also the caretaker of the cemetery, so I kinda have to be here" the old man stated as he filled Amy's and Stick's tea cups.
"That little boy died a whole century ago though, how old are you, I've heard your the oldest person in all of France" Sticks said earning a death glare from Amy.
"What?"
"Sticks you don't just ask someone older than you for their age!"
"No it's okay I get it a lot" the old man smiled.
"I, young lady, am 117 years old"
Sticks almost spit out her tea at that revelation.
"117!" both Amy and Sticks yelled.
"Yes, people get quite shocked, but I was lucky enough to live that long."
"That is so awesome!" Sticks stated.
"*sigh* If only I thought like you Sticks, to me this is dreadful"
"But why?" Sticks asked.
"Because I know that if I die, I won't die in peace... especially after his death"
Amy then grabbed the old man's hands and said, "Do you need to talk about it? You sound like your going through a whole lot"
"No, nobody wants to listen to me.. nobody ever did. And if I tell you what happened you will think I'm crazy" the old man said tears welling up in his eyes.
Amy cleared the tears from his eyes, "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, you can just tell us the parts you feel comfortable in telling us, we're here for you"
"Alright, well let's see, Sonic was an amazing person, very free spirited, he had an amazing personality, he was daring. Some of my most funnest moments happened because of him. His eyes, those emerald green eyes, always shining with happiness. I remember it clearly, he loved life. He was never in a bad mood and made sure to keep your frown upside down. All the girls in grade school were crazy over him" the old man giggled, reminiscing the memories.
"He sounds like a great person" Amy said.
"He was, he didn't deserve what occurred to him"
Amy sadly looked over at Sticks.
"Sonic and I used to live in Saint Veron"
"You mean that little village with those big mountains next to it?" Sticks asked.
"Yes that's the one, but after the tragedy my parents and I moved here to Paris along with his family. We created a memorial gravestone in his memory"
"Wait so he isn't buried here?" Amy asked.
"No... he wasn't cremated nor buried"
"So where's his body?" Sticks asked.
"That's where the element of mystery comes in" the old man stated. "AND the reason why I can't die in peace... I NEED to know where his body is, even if they're just a bunch of bones and a skull. I need to find him! It's the final straw for me to rest in peace, I can't die until I find his body, I can't let myself!"
Amy stayed quiet, now she was left uncomfortable with this mystery... where was Sonic? And how did he die?
"We never asked for your name sir? What is it?" Sticks asked.
"My name... is Antoine Depardieu the Coyote, Sonic's bestfriend..."
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