A darker hero

Amy, Shadow © Sega.

The song "Missing" is © Evanescence.

WARNING: There is an attempted suicide in this chapter. You have been warned, don't come complaining to me.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN MODIFIED! The plot is the same, but some words and/or phrases have been replaced for the fluidity of the plot. Chapter three will be uploaded soon .

II. Missing

Please, please, forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
Isn't something missing?


The noise of a loud thunder awaked Amy, although she should be grateful for it, as her dreams were anything but peaceful.

Still sleepy, the pink hedgehog looked around the room. It looked just like her bedroom-how weird! Why would anyone want to have a bedroom like hers? Not like she wasn't flattered, but still... Everything was identical. The light brown wardrobe, the dark pink walls, the red rug, the pinkish night stand, the photograph of her and Sonic... 'Whaaaa?'

Amy quickly averted her gaze from the picture. For some reason she wasn't fully aware of, it made her insides rumble. She took look on herself and realized that she was still wearing her outside clothes, dirty of mud, sweat and rain. Mechanically, pink the hedgehog pulled the covers off of her and got off the bed. She had the sudden urge to take a shower. Stripping quickly, she threw all her clothes on the floor and headed to the bathroom. Jumping in the bath tub, she turned on the hot water, sitting underneath it. Steam was already coming out of the water, as she felt all the dirt and filth get off her skin. The water got her hair wet, and as she reached for the bottle of shampoo, Amy began to question what happened to her.

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

She poured some of the shampoo into her palm, and began washing her hair. Her head skin felt very soft. The smooth, white cleaning substance went down her pink hair and naked body, and down into the bathtub.

The young hedgehog went into her room and pulled on a pale red nightgown. Amy felt uneasy... She tried not to remember, as the emotional part of her brain sent signals that whatever happened to her, it made her suffer. And that was the last thing she needed.

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

What was all the blur of emotions that she was feeling? It was like a fierce beast, with hungry teeth and bloody eyes that wanted to escape from the inside of her, wanted to grab and bite, to squish and rip every part of her soul that could still be called alive.

'Why had I come here?'

Amy looked around her to find out that she, somehow, got into the kitchen. The baby blue and white tiles shined slightly of grey and red shades, blended together to form a confusing sparkle that made her dizzy. Why did she come here?

She couldn't remember...

A sharp spark caught her eye. Approaching, she saw on the counter a kitchen knife. Unwillingly, she picked it up, rotating it. It was sparkling white in the night, as Amy saw her own eyes reflecting in it. For a moment, she thought her eyes were red. At a second look, they were indeed red. Red from all the tears she wasted, from all the anger and frustration that kept battling inside her. Slowly, she made a move of putting it back on the counter, before noticing that it arrowed towards her stomach. She shivered with fear, as more thoughts battled through her head, her feelings at war. Feelings... that hurt... that kept killing her, never stopping, never ending... She wasted so much time, so many years, basically all her life, for an illusion that she hoped was somewhere, deep buried inside his soul, inside her blue blur's soul, that there was a feeling, a feeling for her, called... love.

How can a heart be so foolish to believe all his soothing words that begged for forgiveness every time she ran and cried, and he ran after her and apologized?

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"

The girl shivered as she felt the pointed side of the knife roughly touch her belly. No... She couldn't do this. But once again, images of Sonic appeared into her mind. This was it. The only thing left to do after making the biggest mistake someone would make in their life-falling in love with the wrong person.

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

And just as the sharp knife was about to cut her, Amy gasped. Two strong arms held hers from behind, making sure that the knife won't touch her.

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.

Amy was spread with fear.

"You don't want to do this", a slow voice whispered in her ear.

She recognized it, and as she slightly turned her head, she knew that he was. He was the one that saved the world from destruction. He was the one that saved everyone. And now, he is the one stopping her from destroying her life.

"Shadow… Let me go.

Amy struggled, but the ebony hedgehog only held her tighter.

"Please… let me…"


"Please, Shadow…"

His name sounded like a plea, to help her escape the darkness that surrounded her, the darkness that he was once in. Amy tried in vain to stop the tears that were fighting to escape the clutches of the eyelids. Another soft, warm whisper caressed her ear:

"Just let it go."

And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there

Amy's hand shivered, as she droped the knife, which landed on the floor with a loud 'thum'. Turning around, she threw her arms tightly around Shadow's neck. Her head fell on his chest, all of the tears she restrained until that moment stormed out of her emerald eyes, soaking his fur. Shadow wraped his arms protectively around her fragile body, hugging her. Amy hugged him even tighter, still crying, still sobbing, whispering his name, as she tried to regain control over her emotions.


The sound of his voice, masculine, grave, slightly hoarse, made every part of her body tremble. She noticed it before; every time Shadow spoke, his voice was always somewhere between serious, dangerous and sensual. Their bodies were pressed against each other, neither of the hedgehogs wanting to break the body contact. That made Amy cling even more to him.

"Oh, Shadow…"

His hand was slowly rubbing her back, making contact with the soft material of her nightgown, trying to calm the pink hedgehog. Amy slowly gasped. His hand was so soft, that she wondered for a moment if it was made of silk. It created a sensation of heat, that she couldn't explain.

Isn't something missing?

Then she burst, losing control once again.

Amy broke away from the embrace, regretting almost immediately. Without the warmness of Shadow's body, she felt again lost and confused. Backing away until her back touched the counter. She kept her eyes fixed on the kitchen tiles. Why? Why did he save her, twice in only one night? Would he use her, just like Sonic did? Would he then throw her away, when he didn't need her anymore? All of these vile thoughts were jumping in her head. Shadow made a tentative to comfort her, but Amy just slapped his hand away. Again she regretted it. He only wanted to help, right?


Two black furred fingers softly grabbed her chin, lifting it. Amy's eyes widen, as her gaze reflected into those red, crimson orbs.

Isn't something...

"Why what?"

Shadow moved closed, trapping Amy between him and the counter, so she wouldn't make any tentative of running away.

Amy tried to get away from his grip, but Shadow only held her tighter.


Tears went down her pale cheeks, falling from her jawbone. Her eyes were filled with so much hate and so much unrequited feelings that made Shadow grab her arm by her elbow, afraid she might faint any minute.

"Why… Why, of everybody else… Why you? Why would you care?"

Amy closed her eyes, unable to control her tears. Her head was killing her from all the crying.

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.


His answer confused her. Opening her eyes, Amy gasped as she noticed that their lips were only a couple of inches apart.

"It's actually very simple… Amy…" Shadow groaned softly, his red eyes shining with desire, only the simple desire to love and be loved.

Seconds passed and their lips were still approaching.

'Why do I want this?'

Just feeling his strong, hard body pressed against hers once again, made Amy's senses go wild and ravenous. Only when her lips finally touched his, only then… she realized exactly how much… she needed him.

Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.

'You… You were the one thing missing, Shadow...'

"Isn't something missing?

'If you left, I'd miss you... Deeply... Shadow... Please don't leave...'

Isn't someone missing me?"

'I won't... I promise.'