The Man Out Of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]

Chapter 6

-Amy-

Everything that I thought I knew and understood was crashing down at my feet, and I have yet to process all the feelings inside my body and mind. Love, fear, anger, and doubt were all mixing together in my stomach. I felt nauseous just thinking about everything that might or would happen. It was so fresh in my memory, and I could feel it killing me. There is still so much that I don't seem to understand, and I guess I will have to figure it out since S refuses to tell me anything.

S was so mysterious yet burdened by the pain and loss of his broken future. I hope that we will be enough to save not only the lives of millions but save S's sanity as well and ease him from the pain that he never wanted nor deserved.

I was on the floor, leaning against the side of my bed. I was huddled up with my knees to my chest. Shadow was sleeping on my bed, physically and mentally exhausted by his grievous flashback earlier that night. I moved my knees from the uncomfortable position that I put myself in and peeked my head over the side of the bed. Shadow's body was sprawled over the bed with a blanket that was only covering his chest area. I couldn't help but stare and smile at his angelic sleepiness. He appeared so calm and at peace, as if the events that happened tonight were solely lost in the shadows.

'Oh, Shadow, how am I supposed to save the future? You always know what to do, yet I know this time, not even you can give me an explanation.'

I went back to sulking on the ground. Although my body demanded sleep, my eyes were yet to grow heavy and instead were wide awake and alert. I peered at the clock and sighed.

'3:30 a.m. huh? Just my luck.'

My mind pondered at the words that S said to me earlier, about his family. Certainly, he had a family, but I couldn't help but grow bitter that these monsters took away the only thing he loved. His mother died, and his father was never the same. This was the recipe for a disastrous mental state of mind. It was heartbreaking to even hear about it, mostly because I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. And although it was hard to admit, I don't think I could ever take it as well as S had demonstrated to me. And as he said, I felt like a shadow of what I used to be, still trying to recover from his loss to this day. Yet, despite S's own difficulties, he still sought us out to give us a better future. His nobility was admirable. His charismatic attitude toward life shines through him, even with the threat of death looking at him in the face.

I spent the rest of the night thinking about S meeting the others. Thinking of all the different heinous and virtuous outcomes that might happen was putting my already anxious and paranoid mind under considerable strain. The only thing keeping me remotely sane was the hope that everyone would take it as a serious matter that could be prevented.

'I should probably text them. I'll have them come first thing in the morning!'

I quickly grabbed my phone from the nightstand beside me and texted Sonic, Sally, Tails, Cream, Rouge, and Knuckles.

'Come to my house at around 8 in the morning. I have something to tell all of you. It's an emergency.'

As I watched the morning sunrise, I had this sense of incompetence for not being able to sleep again. All the promises I made to myself were shattering, and I could feel the physical effects of the lack of sleep taking over my body. And I don't think I will be able to take on these 'villains' while sleep-deprived. The squeaking of the bed frame from someone moving drew me out of my thoughts.

"Rose? Rose, where are you?"

I peered from the side of the bed to see Shadow, who was sitting up with a hand on his head. He looked so vulnerable and scared. What happened to him?