Sonic X: My way.

Chapter 1: Arrows and Coughing fits.

I don't on Sonic X.

Chris pov

This is the story about how my very short life was changed forever by a super sonic hedgehog by the name of Sonic. And if by the end you have figured me out, please, fill in my idiotic parents.

Anyway, My name is Crystal Thorndyke. I'm ten years old, and suffering from some stupid illness that I can't pronounce that will kill me before I turn twelve, or so the doc says. Personally, I was never one to follow deadlines. I love being annoyingly late. Drives my parents nuts. Hey, a girl has to get parental attention somehow, right?

As you may have noticed, I'm not fond of my family. Mostly because they totally ignore me in favor of the jobs. I doubt they even know I'm "sick". In fact, that's where this all started.

I was hanging out in my favorite tree the over looked the wall around our land. I could see the road below. "So, who shall we screw with tonight?" I muttered notching and arrow to my bow. I heard the wail of sirens and thought 'Vigilante night?' But, instead of cops and bad guys, I saw the S team chasing a blue blur. I saw my uncle was at the lead and notched another arrow and took aim at his front tires.

Now, don't get me wrong. I hate crime as much as the next girl, and wouldn't interfere against the team if they were chasing robbers, but since I didn't since this blur was the danger, but in danger, I, as a concerned citizen, had to act in the better interest of m, I mean, the blur.

I fired off the arrows and popped both tires cause my uncle to swerve and stop his team. The blur had vanished. I grinned and jumped down from my tree and ran back into bed. It was, after all, two in the morning. I crawled into my room and closed the window. I hid my bow and arrows under a floorboard I pried open to hide stuff, thank you R.K Rowling, and dove into bed just in time from my pissed off uncle to come bursting into the house yelling his head off.

"SHE DID IT AGAIN! I'M TELLING YOU, LINDSEY, IF YOU DON'T GET A HAND ON THIS SHE IS GOING TO BE A CRIMINAL!" he yelled and I fought not to laugh. "Now really, Sam. I'm telling you. She's been in bed. See, we've had the camera on her all night. She hasn't gone anywhere." again a fight not to laugh. I found that camera two month ago and hacked into it so that every night it shows me sleeping soundly in bed. With a push of a button on my wrist watch I can switch it back to normal and not worry.

"THESE ARE HER ARROWS! I GOT THEM MADE FOR HER MYSELF FOR HER FIFTH BIRTHDAY!" Crap! Wrong arrows. "Go see for yourself, she's tucked away in bed." there was a growl of "Oh, I will." and thunderous stomps following. I curled up into my sleeping position messed up the blanket to make it look like I'd been there for hours, asleep. Ruffled my hair and night clothes and feigned sleep with the blanket drawn up to my lips. I had just set the illusion perfectly when he came in. As a "cop" he knew what to look for for signs of fake sleeping. Fortunately, so did I.

I felt him place a hand on my feet to test the temperature at the touch. If they were cold, that mean I was outside recently. If not, that means that, as is natural, in sleep my body temp rose to keep me warm. But, he forgets often that my body is constantly need feverish in temperature so the foot trick is useless. Next, he put his hand and inch from my nose and mouth. He is checking for the normal irregularity that would come if, say, I jumped down from a tree, ran all the way back to my house, and climbed into my window. But, after some time, I've learn to control the speed of my breathing. So as I breathed, it was slow and sleep like.

I heard him sigh and he ruffled my hair more before leaving the room. "I guess I was just a bit angry because I almost had the guy I was after when my tires popped. They probably fell on the road while she was practicing." he whispered calmly.

I hit the button on my watch and the last thought in my head before really I fell asleep was 'Oh yeah, I'm good."

Sonic pov

I watched as the girl who saved me faked perfectly to be asleep. I almost thought she really was, until the guy who had been chasing me left and she sat up looking at the door with a smirk to top my own. She laid back down and hit a button on her watch. 'Dang, she's good.' I thought. I was about to leave, when something went wrong.

The girl started coughing, like bad. Then, she sat up and it got worse. She covered her mouth with her hand to quiet it and slowly stopped. When she moved her hand away it had blood on it. She groaned and got up from bed only to collapse back down to the floor.