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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
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Author�s Note:
Well folks, after another two to three month gap, we�re back with a
brand spanking new chapter or two for your enjoyment. Thought we
could at least get out two more chapters of the story to appease many
of you who took the time to contact us about it either via PM or
e-mail. It really means a lot to know that you guys are still reading
and checking back for updates.
But, we digress, so on with the
chapter!
Here�s a head�s up though �
this IS Sonic�s worst fear coming to life.
(Sonic�s P.O.V.)
Click. I securely lock the
door to my apartment behind me, with my free hand fumbling around for
the light switch. The living room and kitchen areas are immediately
illuminated with a soft, dull light, and if I was in better spirits,
I might have flicked on the second and third lights. But I suppose
I don�t deserve that much at the moment�
I let myself fall onto the couch,
too tired to even bother with the idea of sleeping in my own bed.I could really care less right now; I�m burnt out from an
evening of following false leads and meeting dead ends, with the
hopes that something would get us closer to finding Amy and the
others. That prick had the audacity to nab Amy�s doctor and her kid
as well, so there�s more at stake than the rescue of one person.
Or rather, persons �
there�s still the baby to remember. And with that being said, that
thought alone makes all of today�s failures even worse.
Tails had come up with the seemingly
simple idea of using my cell phone to track Amy�s whereabouts; both
of our phones are GPS-enabled so that we�d always know where the
other was. Amy liked it to a degree, but told me she didn�t use it
as much as I would think. Something about it �taking the fun out
of finding me� she�d say...
But all came of that was locating
her handset with its dying battery. At least, what was left of it.
Eggman could have gotten wise and attempted to destroy it in order to
throw us off. Or it could be that it was just sheer luck. Either way,
we were already at a disadvantage�
After that failed, we tried to see
if we could find any eyewitnesses that were around at the time. We
asked around all over town, trying to see if anyone had seen the
abduction and what direction they were going. Several people had seen
Amy or the others at one point, but both separately and hours before
anything happened. And even for the few who did witness the
abduction, it was the same response � too much ash and debris
flying around to clearly make out anything.
This in itself set us back
significantly, as it was already dusk by the time we finally gave up
on the idea. Tails was already pretty burnt out, and we�d even
called in a few favors from Rouge, Knuckles and the Chaotix to help
out. We were already as extended as we could possibly be (minus
Shadow), so he suggested we�d call it a night.
Even though I knew we were both
tired, I still suggested we head back over to his workshop to see if
we could flesh out what little information we had. We ran in circles
so many times afterwards that he finally called it quits. He offered
to let me stay over so that we could get back to work right away, but
I declined, saying that I might find something on the way back to my
place.
I made a couple of detours on the
way, with the first being Cream�s place. Even though it was pretty
late, Vanilla was kind enough to let me check in on her. It almost
goes without saying that the baby shower was postponed, but Cream was
another thing. Poor kid had been crying ever since Tails broke the
news to her over the phone...
Next stop was the Chaotix�s
office, but that proved unproductive � they hadn�t discovered
anything that would be worthwhile in following up on.
After that was Rouge�s place,
though it probably would have been wise to have called first. I�m
pretty sure she was screwing Knucklehead�s brains out when I got
there, since she never invited me in. There was also the fact that
she looked as if she was completely naked from the waist down from
what I could see behind her, as well as the pants and sighs coming
from beyond the door�
Like the Chaotix, she hadn�t
really come across any new information, though she did let me know
that she was compiling a list of all the recently known hideouts that
Eggman has made use of. She figured that each must have cost a
fortune to build and maintain, so it would be unlikely that he would
give up complete usage altogether. Some of them were in more
favorable conditions for repair than others, so she was trying to
rank them in terms of their operating condition, damage estimates,
etc. She pushed me away quickly after that, promising to call me and
Tails when it was done, though I knew she was just eager to resume
whatever sexual activity I had pulled her away from.
Amy�s apartment was my last stop
before going home. I had no trouble letting myself in, since she had
given me her spare key. Rather sweet of her, considering I�ve
yet to give a spare to mine. Was hoping if maybe something she
had left behind might help us out. But all it did was make me feel
worse Everything reminded me of her, from the hint of her
favorite perfume in the air to a hairbrush on the dresser.
I would have lost it altogether if I
hadn�t wandered into the bedroom. Just looking at the bed reminded
me of all the wonderful nights of passion the both of us had
shared...the warmth�the love�
I might have dwelt on it a bit
further if I hadn�t noticed what was carefully positioned by Amy�s
side of the bed. A bassinet, decorated in frilly, light blue
lacing. Cream and Vanilla had brought it over as an early baby
gift when she was still restricted to bed rest. Vanilla had gotten it
for Cream when she was a baby and she quickly outgrew it, growing
�faster than grass� as she stated. Both of them thought it would
be perfect to have for the baby until we were able to clear some
space for a crib.
It�s a good thing that they
brought it over since it was one of the few things that cheered Amy
up. She was very upset about nearly losing the baby, believing it to
be fate�s punishment for wishing she had never gotten pregnant. I
couldn�t understand her pain until she finally revealed that she
had weighed abortion as an option when she first learned she was
pregnant. She said she only considered it because she wondered if it
would have made me happier�made things easier for our relationship,
later asking about what my initial reaction would have been if
she had.
I think the color draining from
my face was a better statement than anything that could have been
said. She said no when I asked if she would have done it for
herself rather than me, so I reassured her that doing something she
didn�t want for my sake wouldn�t make me happy in the least,
regardless of what was going on. It was true that our relationship
had hit a rut back then, but we were able to get through it. The last
thing I ever would have wanted was to have her regretting something
she had done for my sake or well-being.
We weren�t ready for this. She
wasn�t ready. And me�well, you get the picture. Regardless of the
circumstances and the results, we�re in this together and I�d be
damned if I abandoned her now after all that we have been through�
And if touching upon that topic
wasn�t sensitive enough, she finally came out and asked me the one
question that I�ve been trying to answer myself since learning
about the baby: �Do you want to become a father?�
It doesn�t take much to realize
that she might still bothered by my initial reaction and behavior
after finding out. Who can blame her? I went out of my way to avoid
her whenever I could, only spending time with her to make sure she
was alright. Then there�s also the fact that I pretty much inferred
that she had been unfaithful and conceived the child through intimate
relations with Shadow � which, not only insults her dignity and
perverts the simple fact that she and Shadow are close friends, but
ultimately insults the child as well. That�s basically saying that
I don�t want it at all, and on the flawed logic that I had no hand
in helping her make it whatsoever.
And these are just my
thoughts. I can only imagine how the baby would feel if I had said
that to them directly. It�d probably succeed in making them feel
worthless by the mere suggestion that they simply weren�t wanted by
their father in more ways than one. I�m basically denying any
credit or responsibility towards their conception while also saying
that their �true� father was more concerned about their own
carnal desires than being concerned about them.
But�that doesn�t quite answer
the question, does it?
I apologized to her for my behavior
and attitude after finding out, and start out by telling her that I
didn�t want to become anyone�s father under any
circumstance, even if I wanted to have children willingly later on in
life. I told her that I felt that even if I wanted them, I was afraid
that they could never grow up normally; my status in the world had
always put anyone I had ever held dear in more danger than the
average person, including one that I wasn�t able to save�
�So you don�t want to be a
father because you don�t want to care for and love your children?�
she asked, albeit with a touch of venom on her tongue. �Or is
it�,�she continued, �the simple fact that you�re just afraid
of committing to a different type of love? I know it took you ages
to finally admit that you loved me. It�s a very wonderful
feeling when you think about it�but if you love me, how much harder
would it be for you to love our child, who was created as a
result of it?�
She�s starting to tear up, so I
stopped her right there stating that I wasn�t finished with my
answer. I let her know that what I had said simply summed up what I
had believed and felt for the longest while until recently. All
changed because of this weird feeling I was having � a warm
fuzziness first felt when I first learned that she was pregnant. I
only felt it for a moment as the initial message on the answering
machine soon succeeded in turning it into anger and hurt.
That was pretty much all I could
feel until I learnt she might be losing the baby. It came back
stronger, mixed in with the bits of despair and worry I felt when it
was all happening and only became consistent the moment we were
informed that the baby wasn�t in any significant danger. I admit to
her it felt good, but all the negative feelings I had experienced
till that point had overtaken it until then.
She smiled after that, explaining
that the �fuzziness� I was feeling is exactly what she�s been
feeling for awhile too. �Does it feel so warm and good that you
think you�re going to burst at any moment?� she asks. I nod a
simple yes as she continues: �I think you�ve been in love with
the baby from the start. You�ve just been too stubborn and silly to
admit that to yourself or to me until just now.�
The period of silence afterwards
further supported her conclusion. I can�t deny that I care for the
baby. No denying it whatsoever. But that fear of losing those close
to me made me feel as though I could never love someone to that
extent if I couldn�t protect them properly�
�until I realized that
shouldn�t matter as long as I did my best. I realized that the
love I had for Amy and our friends had always been enough to aid me
in protecting them the best I could. What�s to say that loving a
child wouldn�t enable me to act in a similar fashion?
I reveal of all of this to her and
she says that she had been waiting for me to state that all along, as
she believes that feeling alone is going to make me a great father.
�At first, I thought that you were
taking care of me because you felt you needed to do the right thing.�
she says tearfully. �I thought that you were putting on a brave
front in order to make me feel better about having a child that you
seemingly didn�t want�
But now, I know that you�re just
as excited and scared about having this baby as I am, if not more,
and that you wouldn�t be here if you didn�t love the both of us.�
�
Stirring within the armchair, I felt
something slightly sharp brush against the left side of my chest.
Reaching for it, I hold it up and realize that it�s the sonogram
from the very first time I accompanied Amy to one of her
appointments. I must have grabbed it when I stopped by her apartment
earlier�
I would have set it on the table,
but I opted to hold onto it. It might be the only thing that might
help me fall asleep.
�
�DAMN IT SONIC! STOP BEING A
CHICKENSHIT AND OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!!�
Amy?
I soon realize that we�re both in
some type of operating room filled with medical equipment. Amy�s in
front of me and sprawled out on a reclining hospital bed, attached to
a duel heartbeat monitor as a precaution. It�s meticulously
monitoring the heart rate of both Amy and the baby; if the heart rate
of either or both rose or fell to a certain level, a C-section may be
necessary for the safety of both.
A crumpled pile of tissues are
scattered nearby , but more so to wipe her face down than drying up
tears; she�s sweating as one might on the hottest summer day.
Weeping, she tenses up while clamping down on my right hand like a
bear trap. I know that I should be trying to help her relax and
focus, but I�m screaming alongside her in agony. The sheer force
that she�s exerted into my hand is excruciating - enough to make me
believe that she could have easily broken my hand right then and
there if she so chose.
But luckily, she doesn�t. Panting
heavily, her grip weakens as she falls back onto a pillow behind her.
�Another one over...� she mumbles, trying to catch her breath.
�Thank God!� I exclaimed, while
generously rubbing some feeling back into my hand. Not necessarily
a smart thing to say; Amy gets snippy at me over the fact that the
pain I�m feeling is no where near what she�s going through right
now.
�I feel like I�m being split at
the spine and you�re whining about lacking feeling in your hand?�
she asks. �Are you kidding? If you think that this is so
easy, then maybe you should take this thing and try pushing it out of
your pe-NISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�
Screaming at the top of her lungs,
it didn�t take much to realize that another contraction had
started. I�m starting to get worried since the contractions are
getting closer together with little or no progress in the labor.
But it should be okay. This kid
is being brought into the world by a woman who�s never known the
meaning of giving up. It�s rather surreal, since it wasn�t all
that long ago that I couldn�t see myself with Amy. The giddy little
girl that always used to follow me around is now the sweet, caring
woman that I�ve given my heart to. A woman who has given me her
heart from the first day we met.
A woman who has given me both her
body and soul, and who is now working to give me the highest gift
that anyone could ever hope to receive: a child.
So many things are rushing through
my mind right now. What the baby looks like, or whether or not it�s
a boy or girl. Who they might take after in terms of personality and
appearance. What they might be when they get older. Things that I
never thought I would experience until now
But thankfully, I don�t have to
wonder about that last thought for long, as Dr. Torinai comes in to
check in on Amy.
�You�re just about fully
dilated, Amy,� she states, while scribbling a few notes on a
clipboard. �It shouldn�t be too much longer from here on in, so
I�m going to ask you to push down in between contractions.�
Amy�s obviously not happy with
that request, since she�s been using the time between contractions
to rest and regain her composure. �Can�t I push during
contractions?� she asks weakly.
�You could if you want�, she
replies. �But unless you�re willing to have an episiotomy
performed, I�d highly suggest that you push in between. The natural
strain of a natural contraction combined with any added efforts on
your part might cause unwanted vaginal tearing.
But if you insist on doing it that
way�I can simply widen the birth canal with a simple
vertical incision along the vulva.�
Upon hearing that, Amy was more than
willing to cooperate with the doctor�s instructions. While getting
ready for another contraction to hit, she asked if Cream or any of
our other friends had made it to the hospital. Dashing to the door, I
do a double take before dashing back to tell her no one is here yet.
�Cream should have been here by now!� she cries, just as another
contraction begins. �What�s taking her and everyone else so
long?�
�Ames, calm down.� I say softly.
I wipe away the a few stray tears from her face as I pull out my cell
phone. �I�ll call up Cream and see what�s keeping her and the
others, okay?� As I dial the number, I give her a light kiss on the
forehead before making my way out into the corridor. �I�ll give a
shout to Tails to in case I can�t get a hold of her, so don�t
have that baby until I�m back.�
�That�s easy for YOU to
SAY!!!!!!!� she shouts after me.
As I close the door, I realize that
I�ve gotten Cream�s voicemail, so I leave a message asking her to
call back and let the others know that the baby is almost here. I
also mentioned that they all should �hurry up� � it�s bound
to help Amy lots if she�s surrounded by people that she knows and
trusts.
Just as I�m about to finish, I
realize Cream had recently left a voicemail, stating that she�d be
here as soon as she could. She mentions that she�s stopping by her
house to drop off her violin since I called her in the middle of band
practice. �I�m sorry I couldn�t pick up sooner, Sonic,� she
says apologetically. �I knew I had a call since I felt the
vibration, but I couldn�t � the band director hates mobile phones
and would have confiscated mine if I had answered. But
anyway�congratulations! I�m so happy for the both
of you, and I can�t wait to see and hold the baby. See you later!�
As I save Cream�s message, I take
a quick glance at the time displayed on my cell�s primary screen.
7:56 p.m. A bit weird since I always imagined that
extracurricular activities never ran past five or six in the evening.
Unless her school was having some type of special function, I�m
fairly certain that she would have been free by 5:30 p.m. at the very
least. Or, it could just simply be the fact that she lost track of
the time; she could have finished up her practice and hung out with
some friends before she actually got around to checking her
voicemail.
Oh well. I�m sure there�s
nothing to be worried over. She did call back and leave a message, so
she should be here sooner or later�
I dialed Tails� number and it
rings before going to his voicemail, so I hang up and dial again. I
figure it�s worth a second shot as Tails has a habit of totally
spacing out whenever he�s concentrating on one of his projects;
there have been several times in the past where we�ve all gotten
the answer �Well, I was here. I just didn�t hear the phone
ring.� as an excuse.
Second time�s the charm, as the
line is picked up on the other end. �Tails?� I ask excitedly.
�You there, buddy?� A brief mixture of silence and static is
heard on the other end until I hear a faint cough.
�Tails?� I ask again, growing a
little impatient.
�Sonic, hey!� is the response I
get.
�You okay, pal?� I ask him, a
little worried with the pause. �Sounds like you had to think about
saying hi for a second, y�know?� I chuckle. �But anyway, I�m
calling again to let you know that the baby�s almost here. Cream
and Vanilla should be here any minute, but I haven�t heard anything
from you or the others. What�s holding you up?�
Did I really have to ask? Most
likely some quirky little side project he thought up in a daydream.
�That�s great, Sonic�real
great�� he says, as if trailing off into a distant thought. Was
about to ask him if there was something wrong, but he beat me to the
punch: �Listen�one of my projects when haywire and I had an
accident, so I�d need to clean up a bit around here.�
He coughs, not once, twice, but
three times, as if to clear his throat. �Are you okay Tails?� I
ask with concern. �You sound like you might be getting sick.�
�No�, he says firmly. �Just
getting over a cold I had last week. But if you�re wondering where
Cream is, she�s over here as well and she�s well�upset.
Apparently something happened between her and this boy she knows, so
needs to vent to someone, since she doesn�t like to talk to Vanilla
about this and well, Amy�s�you know.
Anyway, I need to hang up. Take care
of Amy and yourself, okay? Bye.�
I cock an eyebrow up as he proceeds
to hang up on me. �What the FUCK was that?� I ask myself.
I know that Tails can get pretty hasty and rush you along when he�s
in the middle of something, but this is a new record on that count.
It�s almost as if he didn�t really want to talk...
On top of that, why would Cream be
over at his place this late right now? After all, she said that she
was coming over here as soon as possible, so she should have been by
now at least. Tails� workshop is also a good distance from both her
house and the hospital, so she�d actually be going in the opposite
direction.
Plus, if all of this wasn�t weird
enough, there�s the fact that even after all these years both Cream
and Tails don�t know each other too well. Between Amy and myself,
the only time those two would actually be together is if they�re
with one of us � like me hanging out with Tails while Amy�s
having a heart to heart with Cream under the same roof.
So with that in mind, I kind of
doubt that she�d be running to Tails to pour her heart out
concerning some guy she might like.
I try to brush those thoughts to the
side as I redial his number, once again getting his voice mail.
Redial it again, and it sounds as if the receiver was picked up, but
all I get is silence.
�This is getting a bit weird�, I
say to no one in particular. �Tails, what was up with that just
now? You and Cream wouldn�t happen to be inhaling toxic fumes over
there, would ya?�
Silence.
�Okay Tails, you got me�, I tell
him. �You had your little joke, so speak up. What�s up with
Cream, and why aren�t the both of you here yet?�
More silence.
�Damnit Tails! Say something!�
I would have pressed him further to
speak, when I started to pick up the faint noise of someone sobbing.
�Cream, is that you?� I inquire, wondering if it had anything to
do with the boy troubles Tails had mentioned. �If it has anything
to do with some little punk, you just say the word and I�ll put him
in his place�Cream?�
The sobbing has only gotten
louder as it overtakes the silence and static, and it�s only as it
increases in volume that I can hear the deepness in pitch. Cream has
always had a higher pitched voice, so that can only leave one other
person�
�s�son-Sonic!!!� is yelled
on the other end. No doubt about it now � that was Tails, and
something isn�t right.
�Tails?� I ask, with the sense
of worry evident in my voice. �What happened? What�s going on?
Are you and Cream alright?�
�Cream is�Cream�s�she�s�d...dead��
he manages amid sobs. �He killed her and now he�s�he�s...wait
no don�t!�
BANG!!!!
My quills are standing on end as the
line goes all but silent, with static being the only thing to know
that the call hasn�t been dropped. �TAILS!!!� I scream
frantically. I can only pray that what I had just heard was simply a
figment of my imagination. �TAILS!!!!!!!!�
��he shot me...h-he�s
not�finished...please don�t leave Am�NO!!�
BANG!!!!
�TAILS!!!!!� I
scream into my phone, but it�s too late. The call�s ended.
Frantically, I redial his number and it rings, but I get the
automated disconnected message. Try again and get the same.
�Sorry, but the number that you
have dialed is either incorrect or disconnected. Please hang up and
try again.�
As I fight back tears, I re-enter
the delivery room to find that another contraction has hit, but with
little to no progress since I left. The only advancements made so far
being that Amy is now �bearing down�, with her knees bent and
feet in stirrups for support. �I�m so happy that you�re back!�
she whines, grabbing onto one of my hands for support. �I don�t
think I can do th-isSSSSSSS��
I try my best to be happy, but she
instantly sees right through it. �Something�s wrong�isn�t
it?� she asks, reading me like a book.
I�m about to let her know what
I heard over the phone, but I hold back. She�s in the mist of
giving birth to our child to which it was no easy task in carrying.
We�ve had a few significant scares along the way, and I can�t
imagine how this might affect her and the baby this very moment. It
might be best to keep her in the dark right now�at least until the
baby�s born.
Still trying to play it cool, I
lovingly squeeze her hand while trying to crack one of my signature
smiles. �I know this isn�t a good time, but I have to check up on
Tails. I think he had some kind of freak accident over at his
workshop that knocked him out.�
�WHAT!� Amy shouted, in mid
contraction. �Is he hurt badly?�
�To be honest, Amy, I�m not
sure. This is why I�m going over there to find out.�
�You�re leaving!� she cries.
�AHHH!!!! The baby�s almost here! Please don�t leave
M-EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!� Her head falls back on the pillow as she tenses
up, teeth clenched as she supports herself on the bed�s support
beams. ��please�don�t leave��
Dr. Torinai is nearby and coaching
her on, counting backwards as Amy concentrates. �Hold onto that
breath, Amy and push!� she ordered, carefully checking to see how
far along the baby was. �The baby�s crowning, so it shouldn�t
be too much longer now.�
Closing my eyes, I take a deep
breath and pause, before leaning down towards Amy and pulling her
into a passionate kiss. �I hate to leave you right now�, I start,
�but I think something�s wrong over at Tails� place.�
I don�t think. I think I
already know�something is seriously wrong.
As I kiss her again, I gently rub
her belly, as if giving a signal for our kid to stay put for the time
being. �I�m taking a few minutes to check it out, okay?�
�Okay�, Amy reluctantly agreed.
�But you better be back here so-OOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!�
�I will!� I promise, going in
for one more kiss before dashing out the door.
�
With my focus now on keeping that
promise to Amy, I waste no time in making it to Tails� workshop.
It�s already dark outside, but no lights are on. Very weird,
considering that Tails� usually doesn�t get to bed so early; he�s
usually tinkering with a few things in his workshop, which also
happens to be dark. Maybe he blew a fuse.
Given how much he uses it, I decide
to make my entrance through the workshop. Mainly due to that and the
fact that he also keeps the door open, as he�s in and out of it
regularly. As I enter, my eyes have a difficult time of adjusting to
the lack of light. Absolutely pitch black, so I try to find the
nearest light switch by feeling my way against the walls. I find one,
but it merely turns on a faint red light.
Thankfully, that crappy little light
allowed me to locate a flashlight, so I eagerly grab it up to use
instead. Once turned on, I start to shine it around, looking both for
anything that might help me find those two. A quick shining in the
workshop reveals nothing out of the ordinary � just the typical
mess of projects scattered on the workbench, as well as piles and
stacks of various calculations and theories Tails has overlooked.
Satisfied, I start to make my way
into the house, starting by the front door. As I shone my flashlight
around to make a path, I eventually covered the areas of the kitchen,
first floor bathroom, and living room before I make my way upstairs.
After carefully checking all the guest rooms, there�s one room
left: Tails� bedroom.
The door�s closed, so I feel
around the corridor until I find the doorknob, turning it to make
sure that it�s not locked on the opposite side. It�s unlocked,
but has something pushed against it on the floor to prevent it from
completely opening. Another attempt at opening the door shows that
it�s not a completely grounded weight, so I back up and ram the
door. It opens the door a couple of inches, so I continue ramming
until I open enough it to slide in.
Gripping the flashlight, I gently
begin to ease in through the narrow opening, pushing one foot inside
the room while using the other to keep balance as I continue. When
I�m almost inside, I trip over something soft and heavy, falling
onto a wet and sticky pool of fluids as I hit the floor.
I don�t quite know what it was
that I fell into, but one thing�s for certain: it�s not water. Or
if it is, it�s not clean water, since that has a tendency to dry up
without usually feeling thick and sticky. The rich scent of copper is
vaguely familiar...
Getting up, it dawns on me that I
fell in a decent amount of this mystery liquid. The few efforts made
to wipe it off my face and hands haven�t gotten anywhere either, so
I start to feel around for my flashlight. It�s still on, having
fallen directly next to the �weight� that had nearly prevented my
entry into the bedroom. I reach down to grab it, but jump back in
shock once both the unknown liquid and weight are illuminated. The
�weight� is the origin of the liquid, which not only has spread
across the plane of the floor a considerable distance, but is smeared
upon my body as well.
�CREAM!!!� I screamed, jumping
back at the horrific sight. Or what was left of her rather.
The ears were probably the only indication thanks to the grainy
quality of the flashlight�s glow. Blood was trickling from her
mouth and her eyes were open, but they devoid of any warmth and
feeling; they were focused on something, but with a precision
equivalent to that of a toy doll � forever fixed to see, yet seeing
nothing at all. She was in her school uniform, that while normally
being white and grey was saturated with her blood. From the way she
was sprawled out on the floor, you could tell that she had been
squatting or kneeling, or that whatever force responsible for ending
her life came from the front rather than the back.
That was probably the reason her
eyes had remained open � she was staring down her assailant while
taking her last breath.
As the reality of this tragedy
begins to sink in, I remember the person who had ultimately aroused
my suspicion: Tails. If this happened to Cream,
what the hell happened to him?
It�s not long before I get my
answer, as I soon find Tails sprawled out in a similar fashion next
to his bed. He�s more or less in the same shape as Cream, but with
a clearer indication as to what possibly happened to the both of
them. They must have been shot, with Cream being the first to go; the
blood surrounding her has spread out farther and was drying up
judging from how quickly what had splattered on me had dried up.
Tails� message also supports that�
�TAILS!!!!� I cry out, hugging
his limp shell of a body. �NO!!!!!� As I continue to hold onto
him, I feel slightly warm air brushing against my chest. When it�s
followed by a weak cough, my face instantly brightens up � he�s
still alive.
�So...on...Sonic?...� he wasps,
as some blood trickles out of his mouth. ��you�shouldn�t be
here��
�What are you talking about
Tails?� I cry out, frightened. That last sentence alone is
enough to convince me that he�s fading away�
�I�m here, bro�, I tell him
as I scoop him up in my arms. �There�s nothing I can do about
Cream�, I admit tearfully, �but there�s still time to help you
out. We need to get you to a hospital immediately!�
Lifting him up seems to have done
more damage than good, as I soon realize that the shots had gone
through his body, with his back just as soaked through in
blood as his chest was. Even with this revelation, I still kept the
positive outlook. �Don�t worry man�, I say, while slowly
stepping forward to test his endurance. �You�re going to be
okay.�
�Let�s face facts here, Sonic��
he coughed. �I�m not going to make it�he got me good in one of
my lungs and midriff�on top of that, I can�t feel my legs��
The last part of his statement
struck a chord and hard. He�s paralyzed? �Who�s the son of
a bitch who did this?� I growl, the anger and rage rising in my
features. �I�m gonna�� and stopped short, remembering what
was at stake. �You�re not paralyzed�the loss of blood is making
you feel numb. We�ll get you fixed up good as new.�
�Sonic, please,� whispered
Tails. His eye lids seemed as if they were growing heavier with each
breath. ��listen and listen well, because I�m not going to be
able to repeat this once I�m done.
...the one behind all this is
Eggman. I don�t know when or how, but he�s completely
snapped...he went mad when he realized how easy it was to�defeat
people with a simple handgun instead of building his crap
robotics...�
More blood is coughed up, but he
continues: ��the whole reason Cream is lying over there is
because Eggman stopped over by her place and�and he killed
Vanilla�he waited for her, so she ran to my workshop for help...
�she knew you were closer, but she
realized that by seeking you out in person, she might be endangering
the lives of the people at that hospital, which includes Amy and the
baby�.
�she made it over here, and we
thought it�d be two against one geriatric�fart with a
handgun. More like a handgun and shotgun�
�when you called, I tried to tip
you off to what was happening, since he had only shot Cream just as I
missed your first call. She�was still breathing when I was talking
to you, but when you called back�he shot her again.
I�pretty sure that you heard those
rounds fired, just before I was try...ing�to�o��
�Trying to what?� I ask, as I
let my tears flow freely.
��I was�trying to let you tell
you that he was on his way to you and Amy�over at the hospital.�
He finished. ��you fell right into his trap � he knew that
you�d come over here if you were worried enough, leaving Amy and
the baby alone�
�he knew��
With his eyes completely closed, he
shouts: ��GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS JUST WHAT HE...wanted!!!
Don�t�let him�get the baby or Amy�he�s�killed all our
other friends�
�just�GO!!!!�
�Tails?� I ask, grabbing hold of
his left hand. �Don�t do this�you�re going to make it!�
With his eyes still closed, he
squeezed my hand as hard as he possibly could, before saying the
following:
��you�re the best big brother
I could ever want�don�t let me down and let that creep get away
with this�
�go��
Silence.
Eggman. That was the one
thing running through my mind as I made the mad dash back to the
hospital. Dashing up the stairs. Twisting through corridors. All the
while thinking of how ringing his little chicken neck wasn�t
suitable to avenge the deaths of my friends�
I come to a stop in front of the
delivery room that I had left Amy, noticing that the door is closed
and all has gone quiet. Too quiet. Having seen the horrors
back at Tails� workshop, I waste no time in performing a Spin Dash
into the door. The moment I�m on the other side, I�m greeted with
the gruesome sight of blood splashed everywhere. On the floor,
walls, and lights. Even on the medical equipment.
��sonic��
�AMY!� I shout out, hoping to be
heard. I rush towards the back of the room, where her bed was
situated, and froze. �No��
Amy was half on the floor, and half
on the bed, which was tipped over enough for her to have fallen off
it. Blood was soaking up her hospital gown, with the bulk of it
coming from her abdomen, as well as between her legs. She was still
somewhat alive, compared to Dr. Torinai, whose limp body lay at Amy�s
feet in a fetal position.
�Well, well, well. It�s about
time that you got back here. Hope you gave Tails and Cream my best
regards.�
Him.
�You�bastard�, I angrily
muttered. As I carefully prop Amy up against the fallen bed, I stand
up, putting myself face to face with the shadow of the maniac
responsible for this senseless rampage. �What I�m about to do now
I should have done long ago � sending you on a one-way trip to
HELL!�
He slowly steps out from behind a
surgical curtain, with pistol in hand. Dried blood graces his facial
features, with enough of it having been splattered to temporarily dye
his graying mustache reddish brown. �If you were so intent on
sending me to hell�, he begins while idly polishing his gun, �we
wouldn�t be here right now, and none of your friends would be
dead.�
Pointing to Amy, he continues, �Or
in her case, having a stillborn child and dying of a broken
heart.�
�Stillborn? Oh sweet Chaos...
�Look around you,� he waves,
gesturing to the bloodied walls and floor. �I don�t think there�s
a spot in this radius that your child hasn�t�touched with
their being.�
Once the meaning of his double
entendre hits me, I�m overcome by the strong urge to vomit, and do
so, both horrified and disgusted by this sordid revelation.
�After all these years, I never
realized how frightfully easy it was to rid myself of the whole lot
of you with just a mere handgun as the solution.� Pointing it at my
face, he continues: �All the years�time that I�ve wasted in
trying to create a machine so intricate and detailed to carry out
your demise, and it�s simple as this. Such a disgrace...�
Still vomiting, I�ve covered my
mouth in an attempt to suppress the urge, but with little success.
All the while, I�m glaring nothing short of daggers on fire at him.
�You have some of the strongest
allies that have ever graced the world as allies and friends, and
nearly all were undone by a few bullets. It comes as a shock when
someone as strong as Knuckles can�t even take a simple bullet to
the heart...
The only one who did give me trouble
was Shadow, who besides you could have been the only other being to
have stopped me before I got this far. It was a bit of a gamble, but
having his best friend Rouge die in his arms was apparently more
scarring to him than Maria�s death. He raged initially, but tired
out quickly. The only one besides your little broad here that�s
still alive, since an immortal has this annoying little resistance to
bullets�
But ice and cold work wonders. If
you ever want to visit, just look him up in the freezer section of
this hospital�s morgue.�
He pauses for a moment, before
producing some bullets, loading them into his gun. I take notice of
this, seeing this as my chance to rush his ass all at once and end
this, once and for all. But he�s wise to it, as he points the gun
in Amy�s direction once more.
�Don�t make me finish her off,�
he warns, cocking the safety back. �I was generous enough to spare
her�given all that I�ve taken from you. Your friends and your
would-be family. Though even if she does live through this, I would
think she�d have a hard time with conceiving and carrying a child
to full term, if at all.� Pointing to the massive red stain that is
her belly, he adds: �There�s a 50/50 chance that she�s
sterile.�
With the safety still cocked, he
takes his aim from Amy, instead positioning it against the left side
of his head. �I�ve envied you since the day we first met; you
always knew what you wanted in life and had it at your fingertips,
while I was forced to build up and work upon a dream that I�ve only
just come to see as flawed.
Now, the tables have been turned, as
the one thing I�ve wanted since we first met has finally been
realized � making you as utterly miserable as humanly possible. The
fact that it took less than two days using a sub par weapon as
opposed to the years of mechanical technology and studying to do you
in makes this a bittersweet victory. I�ve undone you�but I�ve
also failed myself as a person and genius��
�It�s been a treacherous and
twisted long journey that we�ve taken together, Sonic the Hedgehog.
I bid you adieu.�
And with that, he pulls and releases
the trigger. I jump up to my feet, intent on stopping him from taking
the easy way out of his crimes. �NO!!!� I growl, jumping in mid
dash to wrangle the gun from his grip.
Too little too late. Eggman�s
brains are splattered along the wall aside whatever was left of our
child�
��sonic��
�A�Amy?� I stutter. I�m in
too much shock to realize that she�s still alive and reaching out
for me. Slowly, I crawl over to her side and carefully bring her into
an embrace. �Amy�you hang in there, okay?� I ask her, hoping
for the best. She�s the only thing I have left.
�sonic�� she starts, �...you
came �b�ack.� Gently grabbing a hold of my hands, she adds,
�...the baby is�I�m so�sorry�
�I�m�sc...scared��
And just like Tails had done
before her, she also went limp.
As the natural warmth and radiance
faded from her eyes, I fought back to urge to scream. Too bad I
gave into it.
�
�AMY!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�
My eyes are closed, and I�m
thrashing around at air until I hit something. Or rather someone,
because they reacted by saying �OWW!!�
�Sonic wake up! It�s alright
man!� Once my eyes are opened, I see Tails and Cream on either side
of me, both looking equally worried.
�Where the hell am I?� I
exclaim.
�Sonic, calm down�, Tails
started. �You�re at my workshop, remember? You only went back to
your and Amy�s apartments to get a few things before heading back
here to crash the night.
You were just having a bad dream. A
nightmare.�
Cream offers me some orange juice
and toast, which I quickly refuse. �We heard you screaming and
shouting, so we came in here to check up on you.� �Besides�,
she continued, �we also came in here to get some food in you.
You�re going to need all your strength in order for today to go as
smoothly as possible.�
As I reluctantly take a piece of
toast, the both of them fill me in on the breakthrough Tails had
apparently made while I had been asleep. They had learnt that five of
the seven Chaos Emeralds had been unaccounted for in the past few
days, with the last one being accounted for about 3 days ago � or
two days before Amy�s abduction.
�Since we know that Shadow has one
in his possession, and that I have the other,� Tails explains, �It
pretty much goes without saying that Eggman must have the other
five.�
�Well then, let�s go!� I
shout, jumping out of bed with toast still in my mouth. However,
Tails is shaking his head.
�Not that simple, Sonic�, he
says solemnly, shaking his head. �Remember the last time Eggman had
a majority of the Chaos Emeralds? You tried to zero in him by using
Chaos Control to get within his proximity; you were near him, but
just barely. More like on the outskirts of his headquarters at the
time. By like, 100 miles.�
�Okay, okay�, I say, annoyed. �I
know that I was off, and I understand that this is definitely
not a situation where we can afford to be off by just a bit.
But it did work, right? If that�s not good, then what would you
suggest?� I asked.
�Well,� he started off, �For
one, the reason you were off the last time was due to your
inexperience with the use of Chaos Control. Particularly in the area
of channeling a Chaos Emerald�s energy in order to teleport to a
specific location. That�s the only reason I can think for why it
didn�t work as well; you just had a vague, general, idea of where
you wanted to go or who you wanted to see, so you only put placed a
small amount of focus into performing Chaos Control.�
�And?� I ask, getting lost in
his explanation. �Get to the point, Tails!�
�Well, my point is that it�s
still a good idea, we just need to hone your focus.� He finishes.
�The only problem with your focus right now would be that
your�um�emotions are getting in the way of that.
You got Amy and the baby on your
mind, and who knows what might happen if you attempted Chaos Control
by proximity on your own.
In order for this to work�we�ll
need more than one person to induce Chaos Control.�
��you don�t mean�?� I
gasp, trailing off as it�s pretty obvious who he has in mind.
�Yes, he meant, me. Faker.�
That cocky, arrogant tone of voice
along with that loving pet name could only be spoken by one person
and one alone.
Shadow.
�Once he heard about what happened
to Amy, he was more than willing to help out.� Cream stated.
�Enough with the formalities�,
Shadow huffs, producing his trademark green emerald. �We have no
time to waste��
And with that, I take that as a cue
to follow his lead, producing my own emerald. Just as we�re about
to start the duel effort of Chaos Control, Tails interrupts us by
handing us each a peculiar little pair of earphones.
�These are so you guys can
communicate back and forth with one another and also with me, as I�ll
be waiting on standby in the Tornado.
They�re also tracking devices, so
they�ll enable me to home in on your signal and rendezvous with
you. However, if one of you should happen to come across your exact
coordinates, please don�t hesitate to send them my way.�
Doing a quick sound test, we put the
receivers on as we prepare to perform Chaos Control.
�I hope you know where you�re
going, Shadow�, I tell him warily.
�Likewise to you�, he says back.
�I never miss my mark.�
�Just shut up and let�s get this
shit over with, alright?�
�Well spoken.�
�CHAOS CONTROL!!!!!�
A bright light filled the room,
encompassing both Shadow and myself. And just as quickly as it had
appeared, it was gone in the next instant. When it finally faded out,
I realized that Cream and Tails were no longer there, and Shadow was
also no where to be found. I was also in very different surroundings
than just a moment before, which revealed this crappy insignia that
was plastered in every conceivable corner.
Jackpot. Without a doubt, this had
to be one of Eggman�s bases, if not the very one that he might be
holding Amy. Looking around, it looks as if the place had recently
been occupied, as there was a nearby table with constraints nearby,
with other things scattered by it. As I take a step forward, the
familiar scent of Amy�s favorite fragrance catches my nose,
prompting me to rush over towards the table, but not before noticing
the small pool of blood on the floor.
Putting two and two together, the
image of blood before me brings back that horrific image of Amy from
my dream�
...�I�m sending him on a one
way trip to hell if it�s the last thing I do��
And that�s the end of this
chapter folks! I think that�s probably as twisted as this story
will get, since I don�t think the next chapter is quite as
grotesque.
Heads up though � Eggman�s
little emerald works show has a weird reaction on the baby; �Doctor�
Shadow gives a crash course on Chaos energy and saves the lives of
Amy and the baby. Sonic is looking to beat Eggman within an inch of
his life for messing with his family, and well�both Amy and Sonic
find out a little big surprise concerning the baby courtesy of Sara.
Given the circumstances, she�s a tad annoyed that those two would
prefer everything concerning the baby as one big secret � and trust
us when we say that this is something that you�d want to know right
off the bat.
As always, read and review, and
thank you for enjoying the story thus far!
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