Stolen

Chapter 9

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Amy's eyes slowly crept open, her vision slightly blurry but she could make out the fact that she was in a large, spacious room full of different roses in crystal vases. Amy recognized the plush softness of the red and white blankets she was wrapped tightly in. She was back in the palace, in her room. She was having a hard time remembering what had happened, her head hurt slightly from fainting, but small pieces were coming back. A festival . . . guards . . . blue . . . Sonic! Everything came crashing down on her in that instant; Sonic had been stabbed straight through his body with a sword, right in front of her. Amy's lip quivered, her body trembling violently at the memory, her heart breaking at the memory of him reaching out to her.

She broke down into hysterical sobs, covering her eyes and stuffing her mouth with her sheets to muffle her cries. She didn't want to see anyone, but she had already called attention to herself, her father burst through the door and looked over at her.

"Amelia!" he hurried over to her side, but before he could touch her she jumped to her feet, looking at the white hedgehog with pure anger. "Sweetling?"

"Don't . . . touch me." she seethed through her gritted teeth, glaring daggers at the floor so she didn't look at what she had once called her beloved father.

"Darling, are you alright? King Vector's (yes, THE vector) chief guard brought you back unconscious. What did that blue scumbag do to you?"

"HE DID NOTHING BUT PROTECT ME! He showed me that I've been being held prisoner here, and that I was finally free!" she screamed at him.

"They were lies, sweetie. You're tired, you just need some rest, reason will return when you awake."

"NO! You had him killed! He was murdered there, right in front of me! Reason isn't even possible anymore! I loved him!" she yelled, but then she saw rage in his eyes. She didn't even realize what she had just said, that last sentence.

"Love? It's bewitchery! You do not love him, you will not love him! It has been decided already, you are to marry Shadow this evening! This way, I will be able to keep you safe! That I'll know that you have someone keeping an eye on you!" he yelled, marching up to the small pink hedgehog. This usually caused her to cower in fear, her listening and doing as he said . . . not this time.

"This is what I mean! You completely control my life! I'm sixteen, I've never done anything wrong, I do everything you say, and the moment I make one mistake you decide that I'm grounded for life! I don't even know Shadow and you are forcing me to marry him and love him, telling me it is what is best for me! I know NOTHING about Shadow, I feel NOTHING for him! The man I love is lying dead on the forest floor with a sword though his chest, waiting to be eaten away at by animals! You just want me to do everything you say, be the good girl that I've always been!" she stopped to catch her breath, but the King took advantage of her silence.

"Amelia Rose, you will do as I say, you will marry Sir Shadow, you will love him, you will be happy with him and I am expecting grandchildren, and you absolutely will forget out that thief!" her father screamed at her, gripping her arm tightly, most likely leaving a bruise on her forearm as he squeezed even tighter at her refusal to respond.

"You selfish monster! You say that you care if I'm happy?" she waited.

"Of course I want you to be happy, and I know what's best for my daughter." He said softly, as if pitying her as the tears continued to spill over her cheeks.

"You know nothing of me!"

"I know more about you than you know yourself!" that sparked curiosity in Amy, and one thing came to her head. The healing. Tails beating and Sonic's shoulder, she had helped fix them up and they were somehow completely healed.

"W-what am I?" she asked in a hush voice.

"You will learn on your honeymoon, I will explain everything after you and Shadow's first night as husband and wife." He said softly, pulling her into a hug, but she didn't return it. Her arms hung at her sides stiffly as her father hugged her. "You will be happy with this choice, Amelia. Now, I'll fetch Cream to help you prepare for the ceremony." Her father pecked her on the side of the cheek and left the room, leaving Amy standing in the middle of the room with her eyes closed, her hands in fists.

She clenched her teeth and did the most unpredictable thing. She walked over to the closest vases of roses and picked up one of the roses, looked at it and started to violently rip the petals out. She screeched in anger as she picked up another batch and ripped at the beautiful flowers, she looked around at all the other vases, there were about twenty of them full of multiple roses.

She screeched and screamed in anger as she flung vases all around the room, the fragile glass shattering against the floor, water spilling over the now-not-so clean carpet, the flower lying everywhere. She flung vase after vase after vases until there was only one left. It was hidden though and she was about to pick it up and fling it across the room, but stopped when she saw what was in the vase.

A single black rose. There was a note tied to the thorn stem and she slowly approached it, still stunned by the fact that she was actually seeing a Black Rose. She tenderly reached out and touched the petal and gasped as images flashed into her mind. That lullaby she had sung . . . she watched in her mind Sonic and her sleeping by a tree, Sonic's shoulder wrapped from the infection and Amy humming the lullaby. The melody cut off when they both fell asleep and Amy watched as a magenta light erupted from his shoulder, but neither of the sleeping forms noticed. After a few moments, the glow disappeared and Amy now understood what happened.

She had healed them. But she wanted to know how. Another image. This one explained everything, everything that she needed.

"Will you just be patient? A Healing Remedy isn't easy stuff to come by, it takes concentration to make and all the right ingredients. You're just lucky that I'm experienced in this kinda thing." The ivory white bat said, not even glancing at the impatient form sitting in a chair behind her.

"I can't I'm in a hurry." A voice said impatiently.

"Well if I hurry this, it might not work . . . but it's done. This isn't going to be fun, you know?" Rouge said, holding the glass cup in her hand after dipping it into a large metal cauldron, a dark pink liquid flowing around in the clear glass. Rouge turned to look at the form with a concerned look. "It's a good thing that I spiked your drink when you came here, or else you might not be standing here." She said, walking over.

"What can I say? You can't get rid of me, even when I get stabbed." The form said, smiling.

"Alright, here we go . . . Sonic."