Set me Free

Author's Note
The problem with time is thus . . . the future will always become the present, and the present becomes the past. The present moves on to become the future, only to remain the present. But the present is persistent, and believes it WILL be the future, and therefore time moves on, and never back, because the present does not want to be what it has already been. The problem with the mind is it remembers the past. The past will haunt us, even in the present...
We will always remember, and those who don’t . . . are free. But, if one forgets the past . . . they are lucky, and yes, they are free. However, they will wish to be imprisoned, to remember . . . only to regret it soon thereafter.
To further the complication, spacetime tells us that the past, the present, and the future all happen at the same time. I am walking though the giant logical flaw, but I find it impassible. It questions, what are we, humans, missing?

Memories

Another day, another burning ball of gas lights the sky with its remarkable beauty. Pale eyelids flutter open, allowing the hidden emeralds to gaze upon the world around him, but as beautiful as it was . . . It was not enough for him. He pulled the gold colored blanket off of him, and draped his legs over the side of the bed.

1348 days now...since I last saw you . . .

He turned back and saw a pink hedgehog still sleeping softly. He cooed to her, petting her soft hair. Do I love her? I.......I love Shadow, but there never was comfort in him, just his pain . . . and his torment.

Sonic thought of the one time he was ever truly happy. When the pair were young, Shadow came upon the other and confessed having fallen in love with him. Sonic did not believe him and assumed it to be a joke. However, Shadow embraced Sonic, suddenly kissing him deeply, passionately, and with great care. He did not wish to scare the blue by being so daring but felt it to be the right time.

The two shared a bond, beyond the comprehension of their innocent minds. However, Shadow came to Sonic one day and blurted, “You and I...this type of love.... is through.”

“What does that mean?” Sonic replied, not quite comprehending the phrase. Or maybe he was afraid of what he actually knew it meant.

“I do not love you anymore Sonic, and I probably never have!” Shadow yelled, tears flowing from is ruby eyes. Sonic, however, came into a trance, eyes becoming glass. He froze with a sudden feeling of paralysis. He did find a way to respond saying, “Well, I guess that . . . we should just be friends huh?”

Sonic knew the end was here for his love with Shadow. Maybe . . . he should move on and leave the past behind. Maybe it was not worth it anymore, perhaps nothing was. The Pink hedgehog remained with them throughout the rest of the tour, and here she was still, after the tour ended.

He finally pushed the silk drapings aside, hopping off his bed, and walked to the front door. The paper’s top story screamed “Sonic tour ends: New song hits the top of the charts!”

Why do they ALWAYS blow things out of proportion? he thought to himself. He always seemed to sell himself short, as the new song was one of the best he had ever written, not to mention the performance was flawless. However, he may have felt this way because he left early, missing the crowds cheering and applause. Knuckles, his cousin, and Tails, his best friend, stayed for the cheering, taking all the glory, while the singer/song writer vanished again into the void, longing secretly for his Shadow.

Opening the fridge, he heard clumsy footsteps upon his tiled floor. Amy, he found her name to be, waltzed into her kitchen wearing a see-through night gown. He went back in the fridge as she sat down at the table. She looked at the paper and read the head lines exclaiming, “Hey! You hit the top of the charts with that sweet song of yours! I bet it was for me, right?”

“Yes, it was.” He lied. The blue beamed at her as he brought pulp-free orange juice to the table. He poured it into a glass on the table absent mindedly. She asked questions about the song, but nothing of any real significance.

“You are so distracted lately.” She commented.

“Really?” He replied, proving her point. She simply sighed while he went off into la la land. The rest of the day seemed to drag on, consisting of television, movies, games, and eating. He became increasingly bored until she left him alone on the couch. A few minutes later, he decided he too longed for his bed and got up, turning off the TV with an absent mind.

He arrived to find a rather arousing sight of his new female, sitting on the edge of the curtain draped bed. “I wondered when my lover boy would catch my drift.” She said, twirling the silk in her finger. Sonic lost all sense and began to long desperately for the enticing hedgehog. His furry sheath allowed the pink cock head to slowly emerge as he pounced on his new found love.

I have her, he thought, I don’t need Shadow...when I have you... He wished to say those words, be he was hopelessly lost in the passionate kiss, bonding their lips together, while tongues wrestled, competing for dominance. Amy became the submissive and allowed Sonic to push her back onto the bed. Her hot cavern violated, as he tasted every tooth and fang, craving her with an almost carnal fury. His member, now fully erect, began to probe the vaginal lips, caressing, but not yet entering.

He broke their lock, and prepared to enter her, but just then, the sound of shattering glass disturbed them. “What the hell Amy exclaimed?” While Sonic simply spun his head to the door at the sound of the intrusion.

“Stay here.” He whispered, grabbing a robe before taking off for the living room. From the glass pattern, Sonic could tell a bullet had broken the window. He looked out to see someone coming, and saw nothing. But as quick as this registered in his mind, he saw a black figure soar past him at super sonic speeds. The figure looked at him and time froze for the moment. The moment became a miniature eternity as his characteristics were able to be seen.

The black one had red stripes on his spines, and cold red eyes that held little, perhaps no life. A slight bit of white appeared through his overcoat which flowed in a navy blue tint behind him. He finally noticed a dagger in the hand closest to him, and a yellow, faded emerald in his other. The figure, now seen to be a hedgehog, stopped on a dime upon a coffee table in spite of his great velocity.

He twisted the knife, originally held downward, so that it faced Sonic. Blood dripped from it as he said, “I . . . Know you from somewhere.” His voice was deep, rich but oddly dumbstruck at seeing Sonic.

“And you...your.......” Police sirens suddenly buzzed, canceling out the sound of Sonic voice.

The shady figure, he stood on Sonic’s coffee table, turned to the sound of sirens. “Damn they are getting faster . . . ” He muttered under his breath. He opened his coat pocket, and slipped the knife into it. “Well, it has been fun chatting with you, but I have to go. Farewell.” He shouted, his voice sounded distant yet familiar over the police sirens.

Sonic shouted back, “Don’t leave!” As the hedgehog threw the fading emerald into his opposite hand and disappeared into the wind. Sonic finished his statement, whispering almost pitifully, “I love you . . . Shadow.”


A/n: Yes, a little more angst...and you all can get the HELL OVER IT! I WROTE THIS BETWEEN 4:00-5:00 in the morning my time! I AM F*CKING EXHAUSTED! Lolz, I didn’t mean to be so rude sorry...I am just....tired.
I will not be updating later this week and decided to write this one early while I had time....or could make time rather. (Why are there ONLY 24 hours a day?!)