I dragged my claw across my wrist, very lightly, as to not puncture the fragile kom bij between living crystal and flesh.
I stared down at my weak spot, knowing I could very easily kill myself door cutting through the vacht, bont and skin, slashing the veins, and bleed to death.
But... If that was my weak spot, why was I toying with it in a similar manner to what a cat does a muis before pouncing? And, meer impotantly, why did I get the urge to "pounce", door wich I meaned slashing myself?
Confusion swept through me as I sat crosslegged up a boom as my best friend, Rebecca, furiously smashed a soccer ball against a brick wall, practising her skill, precision, and speed in a fun-loving way.
I watched as she headbutted it into the wall, use a homing verplaats to kick it back, then backflip and smash it with her hoverskates.
I sighed. I envyed her physical strength, as if I were left without my abilities, I would compleatly useless in a battle. Rebecca, on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with.
Last time, it was her verses 120 androids. They needed meer androids. What's more, she did it compleatly on natural ability, not using her controll over brand of pulling a chainsaw from no-where at all. She did it "Sonic" style, and, literally, just barrelled right through them.
I sighed, and rested my head against a branch. I had just closed my eyes to sleep when-
- A ball smashed into my gut! I wheezed in pain, and very nearly fell out of my high point in the tree.
"What the..?" I gasped in air; the blow had winded me.
"Oops. Sorry, Meph!" I heard Rebecca say apoligetically. "Kicked it a bit hard there."
"Ya think?" I growled, and flung the ball back down to her.
"Yeah. I do." She said, putting the ball down and climbing up to kom bij me. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I coughed. "Why wouldn't I be?"
She rolled her eyes. "Riiiight, Meph." She then proceeded to jump out of the tree, landing squarely on her feet.
As she left to continue her soccer practise, I went back to my former topic; suicide.
There was... an urge, to slit my wrist, and die. But... I had vrienden now, and family, even.
Why was this feral emotion encoraging to end this? The first time I had felt real happiness, and this urging was compleatly ruining it for me!
I cursed my own stupidity. For someone with genius IQ, I was unnaturally slow.
Of course it was the remnants of Dark's emotions, from when he was realised to be a seperate entity to myself. His prevous thoughts of anger and murder towards me lingered in my brain, since our seperation.
The last verplaats that had happened in that battle was my enemy using his most powerful move, identical to my own, the "Dark Chaos Lance", wich had peirced Rebecca through the chest.
I was thankful the blow had not killed her as it had Sonic in the vorige time loop; wich was now erased from history, but not memory.
That verplaats had left her with crystal shards developing on her quills, and the whites of her eyes reddening, so she somewhat looked similar to myself now.
It irritated me that I had done that to her, even though I knew it wasn't me. I blamed mself, for if I had meer controll over my demon, he would not have been open to attack.
What had then happened was anyone's guess; I had passed out and woken without Dark, Rebecca was out cold from that nasty hit, and Crescent and Manic had found us both a little out of it a few hours later.
Robo-Knuckles had been present at the time, but, being his glitchey self, could not relay anything that had transpired, much to my annoyance.
I knew I should have called Tails, and told the kitsune to check the virus-infected android's firewall, and prehaps install a newer one, but noooooo... he liked himself with the glitches! God...
I smiled, and cupped my clawed hand over my wrist, an act of protection.
No... i would not fail to the mere remnants of Dark the Demon. I had fought the actual thing, so... a few negative emotions couldn't hurt, right?
I will not fail.
I stared down at my weak spot, knowing I could very easily kill myself door cutting through the vacht, bont and skin, slashing the veins, and bleed to death.
But... If that was my weak spot, why was I toying with it in a similar manner to what a cat does a muis before pouncing? And, meer impotantly, why did I get the urge to "pounce", door wich I meaned slashing myself?
Confusion swept through me as I sat crosslegged up a boom as my best friend, Rebecca, furiously smashed a soccer ball against a brick wall, practising her skill, precision, and speed in a fun-loving way.
I watched as she headbutted it into the wall, use a homing verplaats to kick it back, then backflip and smash it with her hoverskates.
I sighed. I envyed her physical strength, as if I were left without my abilities, I would compleatly useless in a battle. Rebecca, on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with.
Last time, it was her verses 120 androids. They needed meer androids. What's more, she did it compleatly on natural ability, not using her controll over brand of pulling a chainsaw from no-where at all. She did it "Sonic" style, and, literally, just barrelled right through them.
I sighed, and rested my head against a branch. I had just closed my eyes to sleep when-
- A ball smashed into my gut! I wheezed in pain, and very nearly fell out of my high point in the tree.
"What the..?" I gasped in air; the blow had winded me.
"Oops. Sorry, Meph!" I heard Rebecca say apoligetically. "Kicked it a bit hard there."
"Ya think?" I growled, and flung the ball back down to her.
"Yeah. I do." She said, putting the ball down and climbing up to kom bij me. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I coughed. "Why wouldn't I be?"
She rolled her eyes. "Riiiight, Meph." She then proceeded to jump out of the tree, landing squarely on her feet.
As she left to continue her soccer practise, I went back to my former topic; suicide.
There was... an urge, to slit my wrist, and die. But... I had vrienden now, and family, even.
Why was this feral emotion encoraging to end this? The first time I had felt real happiness, and this urging was compleatly ruining it for me!
I cursed my own stupidity. For someone with genius IQ, I was unnaturally slow.
Of course it was the remnants of Dark's emotions, from when he was realised to be a seperate entity to myself. His prevous thoughts of anger and murder towards me lingered in my brain, since our seperation.
The last verplaats that had happened in that battle was my enemy using his most powerful move, identical to my own, the "Dark Chaos Lance", wich had peirced Rebecca through the chest.
I was thankful the blow had not killed her as it had Sonic in the vorige time loop; wich was now erased from history, but not memory.
That verplaats had left her with crystal shards developing on her quills, and the whites of her eyes reddening, so she somewhat looked similar to myself now.
It irritated me that I had done that to her, even though I knew it wasn't me. I blamed mself, for if I had meer controll over my demon, he would not have been open to attack.
What had then happened was anyone's guess; I had passed out and woken without Dark, Rebecca was out cold from that nasty hit, and Crescent and Manic had found us both a little out of it a few hours later.
Robo-Knuckles had been present at the time, but, being his glitchey self, could not relay anything that had transpired, much to my annoyance.
I knew I should have called Tails, and told the kitsune to check the virus-infected android's firewall, and prehaps install a newer one, but noooooo... he liked himself with the glitches! God...
I smiled, and cupped my clawed hand over my wrist, an act of protection.
No... i would not fail to the mere remnants of Dark the Demon. I had fought the actual thing, so... a few negative emotions couldn't hurt, right?
I will not fail.