A Black and Red Rose (Revision) [Shadamy]

Chapter 1

Amy's P.O.V.

"Oh? You want strawberries?" I nodded and smiled at my brother. He chuckled and scratched at his quills. "Sorry to say it Rosie, but we don't have any strawberries. Only grapes and blue berries. Do you want some of those?"

I pouted. "Nope. I'm in the mood for my favorite fruit. Not offhand fruit. Nuh-uh!" I blinked hard and tried to convince him.

"Oh no you don't you little stinker. You and your random mind-controlling abilities will not do it today," he declared, flicking my nose. I yelped and jumped back, rubbing my nose. Tears filled my eyes as I felt the sting.

"You're a meanie! I can't wait for mom and dad to come back!"

My brother's facial expression softened. "Look Rosie... We don't know if mom and dad are coming back. But they left Rosy in charge. I'm second in charge, and in charge of you." He lifted me up and balanced me on one hip as he wiped away tears. "See, I would go for strawberries, but then you would be left all alone. I don't want that."

"I won't be alone!" I exclaimed. "I have Chipper!"

"Yeah well," Scourge grimaced. "Chipper won't fight off bad guys. He's old."

"I still won't be alone though!" I pouted. Scourge sighed and put me down. I could see the words pressing against his mind.

'This damn child won't get it.'

"Alright. I will leave you with Chipper," he finally said. He squared down to give me a kiss on my cheek. "Take care. No opening doors to anyone. Rosy and I have keys to get in, got it?"

I nodded eagerly. He sighed one more time before turning to leave. When the door shut and locked, my smile slowly vanished. I was nine. Old enough to know what really happened. I knew that my parents wouldn't come back.

I knew that Rosy struggled to keep us alive and couldn't keep affording my parents old house. So we had moved.

I could hear many arguments at night break out between my siblings and me holding onto Chipper tightly, hoping it would end soon. I knew I couldn't keep going like this. It was breaking my heart bit by bit.

The world as I used to know it was crumbling before me. I walked to my room and packed up my clothes and shoes. I went back to where Chipper was, kneeling to pet him one last time.

"I'm sorry puppy," I whispered. His eyes held sadness and understanding. We were both miserable. Heck, ever since the accident. "You're a good boy." I kissed his head and walked over to the kitchen window. I slid it open and hopped onto the sink. Throwing my legs over I braced myself. I didn't dare look back at Chipper. If I looked one last look, I knew I would succumb and stay.

I closed my eyes and pushed my body off of the windowsill. Turning around, I reached up and pulled down the window. After I made sure it looked shut, I walked slowly through the yard.

"Rosy. Scourge. I'm sorry." I ran away from our new home, away from civilization.

-cCc-

I sat up in cold sweat as I remembered the day I left everything I knew. More like dreamt. It hadn't been a bad decision. But it hasn't been the best either. My eyes searched the blood red numbers of my alarm clock. It was 2:15 A.M.

I groaned and fell back onto my bed. How in the world was a nine year old going to make a living in a unknown place? I was young and stupid and desperate to get away from that harsh reality that began ours. I closed my eyes. I remember I just kept running. Some nights I would camp and eat fruits from my small reserve, others I was on the move.

Up until I bumped into Chris. I was exhausted to the bone and thirsty as well. He took me in and took care of me. I could remember soft whispers of assurance, many loving carresses. According to Chris, I woke up about a week and a half later. Cream and Cheese were the first ones I saw, and the first friends I would make in a unknown place.

Chris would go to school, Cream, Cheese and I would stay home with his Nana and Chuck. One day, Sam speed, Chris' uncle, came home fuming a blue hedgehog had beat him in a race.

"Hey Pinkie! Are you just as fast?!" 

I gulped and shrugged. "I've never tried to run fast before. I'm only nine years old."

"Yeah well," he chuckled, "age is only a number. You'll never know until you try it." His words stuck in my head for a while. And then I just forgot about the small talk and the blue hedgehog all together. I laughed. Me forgetting about Sonic. Before I wouldn't even fathom of it. Now as I look back... Oof, poor guy.

We were destined to meet, or so I would always say. Nine and love struck. Big uh-oh. I was just minding my own business when a big fat man appeared in front of me, cackling. At first he shocked me, but then I knew I couldn't back down. With a flick of my wrist, my hammer appeared and I charged, swinging my hammer. Blindly. Left and right I swung my hammer.

"Hey! Girl don't get in the middle of it!" A voice from behind me shouted.

"Sorry pal, but if I get threatened, the fight is mine as well!" I retorted, my hammer smashing part of his hovercraft. Big. Mistake. That part exploded, throwing me back along with some debris. A pair of arms caught me, and when my eyes opened I stared into a pair of emerald eyes.

"I told you not to get in the middle! Are you okay?" I nodded, at a loss of words. He put me down and ran off, attacking the fat man.

I grimaced as I remembered that day. I was practically obsessed with him. I shuddered. To think I wasted part of my life being like that was a shame. And to make the poor guy suffer as well was worse.

A growl escaped my lips as I realized things. I rolled over in bed. My eyes widened. It was 4:30 A.M. already. A defeated sigh escaped my lips and I sat up again, throwing my blanket aside. So much for sleep. My feet found my slippers and I slipped them on, pushing myself off of my bed. I walked over to the window in my room. I stared out at the darkness, soon to be morning, of the night.

How many times had I been useless? How many times had I acted as an idiot with my piko piko hammer? Over time I had gotten a bit better. Just a bit.

I shook my head in disdain. Man it sucked. A new found determination settled in my chest. I would train. My friends would no longer be in danger because of me. And I knew just the right person to train me.