Chapter 2: Amy's Decision

~Sonic's POV~

Tails landed the Tornado on a patch of yellow grass. It wasn't easy finding a landing spot, thanks a bunch to the sharp rocks and uneven terrain.

"Tails: Fly overhead and look for a house. Find Amy and tell me on our wrist communicators," I pointed to the device on my wrist and Tails nodded. "I'll look for a cave; we won't be leaving any time soon. See those Stratus and Cumulonimbus clouds? They bring snow, rain, and hail. Get ready for a helluva blizzard." Tails zipped off and I sped through the rocks and down the mountain a little, in pursuit of shelter.

~Amy's POV~

He swiped his hand across the bed and knocked me off.

"I'm done with you, Rose. Want me to stab you? Or perhaps I'll leave you to die in the blizzard?" I shook my head.

"This house has no heater, and I have many layers of clothing, see?"

"Why did you do mis to me, Monic?" I asked.

"Oh, look at you: so crestfallen. I guess I did it because I despise you. Always chasing me and whatnot."

"That's . . . why?" I cracked. Broke, snapped, shattered, died inside . . . I was the cause of my own hurt. All of my chasing had taken away my purity and the last shreds of love Sonic had for me.

"Oh well. I'll lock the door on my way out. Never mind, you wouldn't dare go outside naked in that 20 degree weather."

"What about my clofes?"

"I'll take 'em. Get them washed somewhere and sell them to a secondhand store. I'll get my ten bucks, and you'll get your death."

With that, he stepped out of the room while pulling his jacket and shoes on.

Shing. The small knife fell to the carpet. I heard the door slam shut and a small click, letting me know I was locked in.

"Mmrf!" I squealed and peeled the silver tape off my now-burning mouth.

I had nothing to cover my breasts or flower, and nothing to walk in. Heh; I would soon.

I picked up the knife and tossed it up and down in my left hand repeatedly. I peered around and ended up snatching the blue blanket. I tossed it to the side and grabbed the bed sheets.

Then, I started to cut the material with the knife. I jabbed two arm holes and a head hole in it and slipped it over my head. A tank top made from sheets and a knife.

After a while, I'd made undergarments—two pairs, just in case, the second pair on the side—and knee-length sweatpants.

I picked up the thick blanket. It could probably withstand harsh temperatures. This would be a little more confusing, and I could already feel cold surrounding the house. I bent down over the carpet and cut in random places with my knife. I swore, one day I would be as nature smart as Tails!

I picked the freshly-cut string off the carpet and piled it up in front of me. I cut a shape out of the cobalt blue blanket: A small shape resembling a hedgehog's body. Well, that plus a hood.

I worked fast, poking holes in a straight row with my knife and threading the string through it. Ta-Dah! I had a pullover hoodie!

I cut twice in the sides for pockets, and repeated this process for cushioned slippers. I was ready.

Crack. I stepped into the hallway and watched the door come down.

"Get AWAY!" I growled and hurled the sharp knife at the intruder. It was . . . Tails.

"A-Amy . . . Why did . . . you . . . why?" He cried and started to breathe heavily. "No mercy anymore." I told him coldly. "Especially for Sonic."

"But . . . why? You're . . . best . . . friends."

"Since when? He raped me. He killed me inside. I'll be sure to do the same to all who helped him, and emotionally and physically kill Sonic himself."

"Amy . . . this isn't you. You are always . . . happy and . . . cheerful." I listened to his breathing slow down.

"Not anymore, Tails. I wish I could have spared you, I really do. It's just that you always support Sonic, and he abused me."

"Amy . . . please . . . Sonic would never . . . do . . . such a thing . . . to his . . . friend." Tails was almost dead. My knife had nailed him a couple of inches away from his heart.

"Tails, you need to understand me. Sonic did it."

"Amy . . . it's not true . . . please don't . . . let me . . . die . . . so easily. You . . . murdered . . . your friend." His eyes closed.

"Tails . . . this is the way it is meant to be. I'm sorry."

"Please . . . can't you . . . try to . . . keep me . . . alive?"

"Tails . . ." I thought of all the bright moments I'd had with him. We'd always celebrate together and sometimes he'd agree with me instead of Sonic. Could I save him now? That was the main conflict here . . .

I grabbed the knife handle and pulled it out. Then, I took the scraps of the bed sheets and wrapped it around his chest to stop the bleeding. After that, I took the rest of the blue blanket and tossed it on him, 'sewing' it shut with the bloody knife and carpet threads.

"Thank you . . . Amy . . ." Tails stumbled and stood up.

"No, Tails. We'll need to stay here. The blizzard is coming."

"But Sonic . . . might find us."

"We'll keep him away." I winked and held up the dripping crimson knife.

By nighttime, we'd managed to start a fire and make food: Candy apples were all we could make. I mean, what else could be created from apples, caramel sauce, corn syrup, and heavy-duty toothpicks (whatever the heck those are made of)?

"Tails, take it off and put it in the fire." I ordered.

"Mmm?" Tails looked up innocently from his apple and swallowed. "Throw what in the fire?"

I eyed his wrist like a hawk. "That communicator." I snarled. "He'll come looking for us soon."

"But if I toss it in the fire, Sonic will still find us. It's got a GPS implanted in it, and the fire will set it off!"

"I don't care, Tails. Throw it outside, pop it in the fire, or Sonic's head will be hanging from my neck faster than you can open the door for him!"

Tails hung his head in sorrow. His best friend or . . . his female best friend. His life was on the line. Sonic may have raped Amy.

"I'll . . . I'll . . ." A single tear fell from Tails' eye.

"I'll bury it outside; the snow is deep enough for it to never be found again." Tails' voice cracked as he said this.

"Bury it near the woods." I demanded, "Or Sonic will find the house."

"Ok-k-ay."

"And take my clothing." I mumbled, feeling sorry for my new best friend. I shed my warm, makeshift clothing, leaving me in my undergarments. I covered my breasts with my hands and nodded at Tails.

He draped the clothing over his shoulders and left through the newly-fixed door.

~Tails' POV~

I shut the cabin door behind me, gently though, and trudged through the knee-deep snow.

Amy's hand-sewn booties held up quite well, I had to admit, for my feet weren't even numb yet.

Why did she send me out in the blizzard? Did she want me to die? No . . . she fixed my cut and gave me her clothing; if I don't come back safe, she'll freeze!

She just cares for our safety. She doesn't want to be raped or hurt more than she already is, if that's possible.

I found my way to the woods fast enough; Amy would be okay when I got back.

If I hurried, she wouldn't even be that cold when I arrived!

I crouched down and began to dig with my tails, spinning them like propellers. The snow turned red.

"Oh, no! Did I hit something! NO! I COULDN'T HAVE HARMED A POOR CREATURE! OH, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" I searched the snow with my wet, numb hands. "Please be okay! My tails aren't that sharp when spinning!" I cried. Wh-What if I didn't kill it? What if someone murdered it and buried it in cold blood? THAT'S EVEN WORSE!

My hand grasped something . . . an arm!

I pulled, hoping that the body was still intact.

"OH, DEAR GOD!" I slumped over. "THIS CAN'T BE TRUE! IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I'M DREAMING! YES! DREAMING!" I set the body in the crimson snow.

"AMY MUST BE RIGHT! IT'S OKAY, THOUGH! I'M DREAMING!"

In the snow, lying next to Tails, was the body of a blue hedgehog. With streams of blood pouring from it's head, where a knife's mark was present. The hedgehog was dressed in a cape, hat, and boots.

A/N: My, this is disturbing . . .