Wow. This shows how much steam I need to let off. I just started writing. And here we are.

Well, I based this (after reading it. lol) on what was going through Sonic's mind when he was holding Tails in those final moments before he died in Revenge. This is what he was thinking, what he heard and felt, and everything else. It's really...cool, but weird. Keep Revenge in mind while reading this.

Pretty cool, I guess.

disORDER

One...two...
Three...four...
One...skip...one...

Heartbeat.

The sound of a drum, standing alone, a solo, one persons music.
Unharmonic. Standing alone.
Yet it means everything.

One...skip...
Two...three...four...

A song that, if it stops...all the rest of the silent music does too...

Keep pulsing...keep beating...
Skip...one...two...

One.

It's odd how silence can be deafening. How it can completely seem to shatter you eardrums with its peaceful noise.
It's amazing how much chaos we're used to that we can't even handle complete silence.
Can it really drive you crazy?
Hm. Only those who are crazy know, don't they?

One...two...skip...slowdown...
Shudder...shake...grip...break...
Hearts...torn...

Two.

Where? I can't remember.
It's all too messed up. Memories broken. Shattered.
How did I get here? How am I here?
Drip. Silence. Deafening.
Another shudder. Shake..skip...clutch.
Whimper.
Why?

Three...four...shudder...
Skip...skip...flutter...
Clutch. Whimper.
Answer?
None.

Three.

I know how.
I just want to know why.
Silence is beginning to grow, consume me.
I can't think. All manner of thinking is gone.
Blood...red.
Drip.
Drop.
Tick.
Tock.
Too late.

Heartbreak...clutch...sob...shake.
One...skip...three...four.
Rhythm steady now. Please.
Keep it going.

Don't leave.

I'm holding him. I can feel his life leaving, can feel it being sucked from his body.
Drip. Deaf.
It's like feeling yourself losing a battle, losing your self in something you can't win.
Horrible feeling. Running through the ice of my frozen veins.

I can't feel. It's all gone. All gone.

Skip...one...skip...two...skip...skip...

Four.

Crimson. Staining my fur. Will it never leave? Always there.
He's gone?!
I can feel it. Always. Don't take him.
Stopped...
Skip? One...two...skip.

Stop.

I've lost count.