Rescued

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Amy’s POV

With yet another scream, I landed in yet another puddle. I stood up shakily with three rapid sneezes. Even if my umbrella had not blown away, I would still probably be soaked, I decided. After a few steps, I smacked into what I figured was a pole and hit the ground.

With a miserable sob, I drew my knees up and laid my head on them. But I made myself stand up soon enough. I would make myself sick like that, and who had the time to get sick? Using the pole for support, I pulled myself to my feet.

I was exhausted after fighting the wind for so long. I did not think it had been more than thirty minutes, but my legs were sore as if it had been hours since getting caught in this storm.

I had stopped calling for Sonic, having given up on him. He had probably seen the storm as a blessing, something that had gotten me to stop chasing him. Maybe it was time to stop doing that too…

In mid-sigh, I stumbled and landed hard, barely having time to put my hands out to soften the fall. My legs were slightly elevated, so I figured I had stepped off a curb without realizing it. I looked back and could not even see my feet.

Sobbing, tears mixing with the rain on my cheeks, I stood up again. I promised myself that the next time I fell, I would stay there until someone came to get me. I started walking again, not stepping back up onto the sidewalk. I did not want to chance falling off again. I figured it was safe enough. After all, I had not seen a car come down this road well before I had even seen Sonic.

A bright light appeared before me out of nowhere. With a scream, I scrambled back, tripping over the curb in my haste, and landed on my butt. With a choked sob, I drew my knees up, resting my head on them again. As I had promised myself, I was going to stay here. I was too tired to make myself get up.

The light disappeared, breaking my heart. Couldn’t whoever had nearly hit me realize that I was in trouble and help me?

In the back of my mind, I heard a curse. At least I thought it was in my mind. I couldn’t tell anymore…

Something dropped on top of me and I jumped a little. It was warm though, if wet, so I drew it tightly around me. Hands on my waist jerked me up, making me yelp with surprise. My eyes widened when they met furious red ones.

Without a word, he bundled me tightly into the warm thing he had dropped on me. He lifted me and got on a motorcycle, setting me in front of him. He took hold of the handle bars, twisted one, pressed onto the gas pedal, and the motor roared to life. I gripped the seat as tightly as possible when we jerked forward.

The wind lashed at me as we went, making me squeeze my eyes shut. When the bike jerked to a halt, I nearly flew off, but an arm came around me, keeping me in place.

Still without a word, he picked me up and darted through the darkness and the rain. We were in a doorway before I could even open my eyes all the way. Setting me on my feet, he twisted the door handle, and shoved the door open, pushing me inside.

He walked in after me and shut the door. “Stay there,” he commanded.

I only nodded, shivering. So many questions were running through my mind and I had no idea how to voice them just yet. Why had Shadow saved me, where was he going, and, most importantly, where was I?

The light bothered my eyes a little, but I wanted to look around. In front of me was a staircase. At my right was a nearly bare living room. There was a single chair and a small side table next to it that faced a fireplace. There was wood laid in it, ready to be lit. Shivering, I drew the cloak tighter around me, wishing it was lit. To forget the cold, I looked to the left, where Shadow had gone, and saw a long hallway. Vaguely, I wondered where it led. Maybe I would ask Shadow when he came back…

Then he did come back. With a blink, I studied him. He looked very annoyed at something, but at me? I was not sure. If he was, I could not understand why. He had not had to save me. I never would have accused him of being the one who had nearly run me over.

He walked past me, scowling, and went into the living room. He knelt in front of the fireplace and lit it. I stepped a bit closer, straining for the warmth. He flicked his eyes over to me. “Come here, Amy.”

I came closer gratefully as he pushed the chair closer to the fire. When I was close enough he took away the cloak, and practically shoved me into the chair. “I’ll get you something dry to wear,” he muttered and strode from the room.

I relaxed in the chair after tugging off my boots and socks. I set my feet close to the fire, letting it warm them. The heat started to spread up my legs, and my eyes slid closed, absorbing the blessed warmth. My body and hands were still freezing though, so I slid my gloves off and leaned forward to warm my hands.

I still felt rather cold after that, so I shifted, about to remove my dress as well. With a blush, I recalled where I was and left it alone. I was tempted to put my gloves and shoes back on, but since I shivered at the thought I decided against it.

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