The Guardian's Rose_Part Two_ChapterTwo

The Guardian's Rose_Part Two_ChapterTwo

At home, Amy/Trixie slid off her shoes and socks.
“Ooo, I feel so bad...” she whined. “And that bee-sting doesn’t make me feel any better.” She said, limping to Knuckles.
“Bee-sting? You didn’t say anything about that.” Said Knuckles with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t want to trouble you more.” She replied, putting on an innocent look.
Knuckles smiled. “It doesn’t trouble me at all. Now lets take a look.”
Amy/Trixie sat on Knuckles’s bed, and Knuckles sat in front of her.
“So where is it?”
“On my right leg.” She replied, laying out the leg before him, and pointing to her thigh.
“I don’t see anything.” Said Knuckles.
“It was a small bee. Please, pull it out, it hurts a lot.” She said with a sniffle.
Knuckles took off his other glove, since pulling out a stinger with a glove like his would be hard with it on, and lightly touched her thigh. Feeling all around, he didn’t feel anything in it.
“I still don’t see anything.”
“Maybe it’s more upward.”
Knuckles blinked, shrugged and moved his hand up more. It wasn’t until he got a few inches past her knee that he realized what in Chaos’s name he was doing. Turning several shades of red, he lifted his head. He expected to see Amy blushing herself and going into childish giggles. Instead of that, Amy/Trixie gave him a smirk, as if encouraging to keep going up. Knuckles let go that second.
“I didn’t see anyth-” Before he could finish, Amy/Trixie grabbed his shoulders and shoved him forward into a deep, passionate kiss. Knuckles, to put it lightly, was surprised. This wasn’t Amy’s normal sweet as candy smooch on the lips. It was all the way and all over his mouth. She even frenched him. (Or, as one of my friends would have it, freedomed him. But that’s another story entirely.) The bewildered echidna grabbed her arms to pull her away from him. He stared at her, speechless. What happened to the innocent little girl he loved so much?
“Something wrong Knuxy?” asked Amy/Trxie,raising an eyebrow yet still keeping on the sexy smile.
Knuckles blinked a few times. Then, letting out a big breath of air, squeaked this question. “What was THAT all about???”
“Oh like you weren’t enjoying it.” She replied, slipping out of his arms.
“That’s not the point.” Said Knuckles, still redder than normal. Yes, he had been frightened. But he had enjoyed why he was frightened. Feh,men. “Was that entire sick thing just an act?”
“Not all of it.” She said, putting a hand on his leg. She rode it up until she reached under his arm, then leaned onto him, her hands on his neck, their faces nose-to-nose. “I do need rest…I just need someone to….rest with.” She leaned forward again, making Knuckles go onto his back and leaving Amy/Trixie on top of him. Knuckles’s voice went up another pitch with another squeak. Just this morning Amy was a happy little girl, eagerly picking daisies and calling Knuckles all kinds of baby names. Now she wanted to sleep with him. Despite not making that much social contact from every living thing most of the time, he knew this wasn’t what he called logic.
“Amy…” he said slowly. “Is there any particular reason you’re acting…different?”
“Different?” she questioned, laying her body on his, and stroking his spines with one hand. “Whatever do you mean?” She then quickly sat up. “Oh, I get it. I know what you want.” She batted her eyelashes, smirking again.
“A-huh. Is that so.” Said Knuckles, also trying to sit up. What he wanted was Amy to act like her normal self.
Instead she crossed arms and began slipping down her dress.
Knuckles, after getting 0.08 seconds to recover from shock, grabbed Amy’s hands and made them slip it back up. “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. That was NOT what I wanted.” He said in another high squeak. He coughed, getting his voice, or tried at least, to sound normal. “Amy…are you acting like this because you thought that Trixie woman would make me like her? Because it’s really not needed, I’ll always love you, and no one can come between us.”
Amy/Trixie yawned. “Nice speech. This doesn’t have to do with anyone but you and me.” She put her arms behind her, making motion. Knuckles blinked. “This is no act, Knuckles…spending time alone with that dumb rock has really zapped out most of your life. You need to learn to live again, and feel excitement.” A snap. She pulled something out from the back of her dress. Her bra. “And I know I can help you.”
Knuckles felt ready to pass out. God only knows why he didn’t. He backed up into the wall more, gulping. Amy dropped the undergarment to the floor, and motioned with her finger for Knuckles to come and get her. Knuckles tried to find common sense in all of this, which proved to be difficult.
“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” He repeated over in his head several times. “What the heck could change a girl’s personality in a flower field?!? It’s like she turned into Trixie!”
He blinked.
“C’mon Knuxy…I’m getting cold...” Amy/Trixie said, still with the smirk, and rubbed her foot up Knuckles’s leg a few times.
Knuckles narrowed his eyes. “All right Amy, I’ll do as you wish in bed…if you can answer me a question.” He gave his own smirk.
Amy/Trixie grinned. “Ok, what?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
Amy/Trixie blinked. What a stupid question. Ah well, if she could get with him by answering it, then whatever. She crossed her arms and said a simple “Red.”
“Really. Red.” Said Knuckles, raising an eyebrow. “Because this morning, when you were showing me that new flower you found, you said your favorite color was pink.”
Amy/Trixie froze. Knuckles gave her a look that, clearly, said, “You’re busted.” Amy/Trixie twiddled her thumbs. “Uh…yes…well…I…simply…forgot? Heh heh heh..” Amy/Trixie gulped. “Um…can we just move onto the sex?”
Knuckles grabbed Amy/Trixie by the dress collar. “Where is the REAL Amy?” he said in low, threatening growl.
“Cool your jets, Guardian. The girl’s unharmed. I haven’t learned how to kill one mentally. Yet.”
“What do you mean, learned??? Who is teaching you how to enter dreams and control bodies???”
“My mother. An old friend of yours.” She said smiling.
“WHO??” said Knuckles in a louder growl. “I don’t know any FRIEND who would do this to me and Amy,I have no clue about who your mother is! ANSWER ME! WHO IS HELPING YOU DO THIS??”
“You’ll find out in time, Guardian. Until we meet again, love.” She laughed, and pink smoke emitted from her. Amy/Trixie went limp a bit, as the smoke dissolved. Quick as a flash, Amy seemed to be back, as she went into terrified whimpers. Knuckles let her go.
“Are you ok?” he asked. Amy was shaking, still scared. Knuckles wrapped his arms around her, and drew her in protectively. “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’ll never let this kind of thing happen again.” He said, patting her head.
“It was so scary…” Amy cried. “I couldn’t do anything…all I could do was watch…I screamed and I tried to break free, but nothing worked...”
“There there, it’s ok...” said Knuckles reassuringly.
Amy sniffed, then looked up to Knuckles. “Shouldn’t we go back to guarding the Master Emerald?”
“Not until you put that bra back on.”
“What for?”
THUD.
“Oh for gods sake, Knuckles, I was just kidding.”

Trixie licked her lips. The taste of Knuckles’s lips hadn’t stayed with her. She muttered cusses under her breath.
“Did I bring you up to say such language?”
Trixie cussed anyway, entering the main room. She was in the biggest room of the entire castle. It was hidden deep, deep, DEEP underground Mobuis. No one knew of its existence. Only Trixie, and one other.
“You brought me up to help bring the world into utter chaos. I’d say language is the least of your worries.” She looked to the middle of the room, where a black orb was floating, slowly bobbing up and down.
“You should be worried. You were supposed to make sure he didn’t find out longer, then I would have been able to snatch the Master Emerald.” Said the haunting female voice from the orb.
Trixie licked her lips. Still no taste of the Guardian. “Pleasure before profit. Besides, you said it yourself-you don’t JUST want the Master Emerald, you wanted Knuckles and Amy to suffer.”
“Your back-sash is something I could do without. I created you, so you should treat me with more respect.”
Trixie rolled her eyes. This again. Gods.
“Do you not remember when I first gave you life?”
“Like it was yesterday.”

Cold. Dark. She couldn’t feel anything. She heard nothing. She opened her eyes, amazed to HAVE eyes. Still darkness. An empty black wake. She looked at herself. She was some kind of…thing. A Pink creature.
“Welcome to life...” said a voice from nowhere, yet it seemed to eject from everywhere. It was a woman speaking. It frightened her.
“…Who am I…where am I…who are you?” she asked.
“You are my creation. My daughter, per-say. You have the form of a female echidna.”
“Oh.” She looked at herself again. “I need a name.” She said, annoyed.
“Your name is Trixie. You will assist me in taking a large power source called the Master Emerald.”
“Why should I help? And what could I do?”
"You would get great enjoyment out of aiding my cause. Not only will you get supreme power and control of the universe, but men are also a high option.”
Trixie smirked. For reasons she couldn’t fathom yet, that idea sounded great. “Go on.”
“Particularly this man, who tried to kill me and guards the sacred place of the power.”
In the darkness stood an image. Just an image, you could clearly see it wasn’t real. There stood a rather handsome male echidna.
“His name is Knuckles. He is all that stands between us, and world domination.”
Trixie looked him up and down. Dam, he was fine. “I’ll go with, ‘mother’. This should prove to be fun.”
“Of course, at the time, he is feeling for someone else. A nasty little girl named Amy Rose.”
“I’ll get rid of her quickly.”
“Excellent. I can supply you with the powers to do so.”
“Let the games begin.”

“….And soon you realized the feelings you came to get for were called love, and lust.”
“Yeah yeah. Can we get on with it? I want to learn a new spell.”
“Children these days...I shall give you the art of concealment. You can be made to look like anyone, so you won’t need to find the actual person to take his or her body. You can just look like them.”
Trixie grinned. A plan formed in her mind. “Sweet.”

The next day, Knuckles and Amy were, once again, sitting before the Master Emerald, guarding. Amy was fiddling with the hat on Knuckles’s head.
“It looks fine, Amy.”
“But I want in the right position! That way, it makes you look taller.”
“My height was a problem?”
“I like my men tall.”
Knuckles laughed, swatting her hand away. “You’re a nut.”
Amy smiled, and then clinged onto his nearest arm. “I love you sooooo much, Knuxy.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Knuckles!”
Knuckles blinked. That was Espio’s voice. Looking down the steps, he saw the chameleon comrade.
“What are you doing here?” asked Knuckles.
“We’ve got trouble.” Espio replied, walking up to them.
“What trouble?” asked Amy.
“You know that girl named Trixie?” questioned Espio.
‘You know about her??” Knuckles nearly shouted.
“All of us in the Chatoix know her by now, my friend. We need your help, right away.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got an Emerald to protect.”
“This is urgent.” Said Espio. “We need you, Knuckles! This girl has more power than she’s been letting on.”
Knuckles and Amy gasped. MORE power?
“All right…” he glanced to the Emerald, then to Amy. There was silence.
“You go.” Said Amy. “I’ll protect the Master Emerald. I’ve got my Piko Piko Hammer!”
Knuckles sighed, and walked off with Espio. Each footstep made him feel guiltier about leaving Amy.

Espio took Knuckles to Echidnaopolios. Knuckles was only a bit surprised to receive jeers, sneers, glares, and bad looks from all other echidnas that noticed he was there.
“Gods.” He thought. “Who would have though this city would become so stupid. Like species matter.” He ignored any insults anyone dared throw at him. He finally spoke, but it was just to Espio, who was leading. “Where are we going?”
“Think of it as a new headquarters.”
“Here, of all places.”
“Could be worse.”
‘How?”
“You could be dating Vector.”
Espio led Knuckles to what looked like the worst, rusted, nearly half-torn building in the city.
“THIS is the HQ?”
“We were aiming for the last place anyone would look.”
“Did a good job. Kudos.”
“Much appreciated.”
Entering the building, they went several floors up by foot. Espio opened a door that seemed to lead into complete darkness. Knuckles followed Espio, but as he closed the door behind him, the room was no longer dark, and it was clear they were no longer in the building, or if they were even in Echidnaopolis anymore. To Knuckle’s horror, the walls resembled the castle room of his first dream with Trixie. The room had only a bed. He gulped.
“Espio…how did you find where they were located?”
“It’s really easy.” He replied, his back to Knuckles. “Once you get to know the enemy.” Then suddenly Espio got swirled in familiar pink smoke...and revealed not to be Espio, but Trixie!
“WHAT THE HELL-!!” yelled Knuckles, as Trixie turned around.
“A simple spell Mom taught me.” She said, walking towards him. Knuckles backed up against a wall. He looked around-the door where he had entered from was gone! “There’s no use looking for an exit. There is none. I can make this place any way I want with my mind. If I don’t want any doors, there are no doors.”
Knuckles let out a snarl. “Get it through your thick head-I only have eyes for Amy!”
“I beg to differ.”
Knuckles raised an eyebrow.
“I think, rather, KNOW, deep down, you enjoy this surge of feeling with females. You don’t want to restrict yourself to just one for all of your life. You want to experiment. I’ll gladly be a test subject.”
Knuckles clenched his teeth. What she was saying could never be true.
Could it?
No, of course not! He let out another snarl. “Get a hobby, freak.”
“Tell me, Knuckles dear, did you enjoy it when Amy was getting frisky?”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I took over her body…you loved the fact that dull little girl was getting exciting.” She walked up right up to them, so only inches separated their bodies.
Knuckles didn’t say anything.
“When you found out it was really me in control, you were disappointed…you knew Amy could never be like that. She never would be, or will be. She’s just a little girl. I, however, am more mature. You knew that. You know you could get real thrills from this female. You want me.” At this point she wrapped her arms around his neck, and stroked his neck, whispering to him. “Welcome to lust, Guardian…enjoy it well..” He laid her lips onto his and kissed him Slowly, first, then she made sure she didn’t miss any part of his mouth. She caressed his neck gently, rubbing her leg against his. Knuckles put a paw on her head, pulling her in. He wanted more.
His conscience screamed in his mind “WHAT IN ALL OF BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”
“What does it look like.” Thought Knuckles flatly.
“You should be giving the girl a black eye, not making her go further, you idiot!”
“What if she’s right? What if I really do desire her?”
“Oh gods, the what if’s again. Listen you, there are NO what if’s. Got that? Now shove her off! Right now!”
“Just leave me alone.”
“All-righty, looks like someone needs a reminder of how good he has it!”
And the conscience kicked in a flashback.
“With each petal I take off, I’m thinking of reasons I love you sooooo much….Because you’re handsome. Because you’re heroic. Because you’re honest.”
“Because you’re honest.”
“BECAUSE YOU’RE HONEST.”
Knuckles felt like a bolt of lightning hit him.
“Remember, genius?” yelled his conscience. “Amy Rose could have left you all those days ago, but she stayed here, because she loves you. She trusts you off alone! She thinks you’re an HONEST guy who wouldn’t cheat on her! Look at you now, thinking you want more smooches from this freak!”
Knuckles felt IMMENSLY horrible, and shoved Trixie off.
“Ow!” said Trixie, nearly falling to the floor. “What was that about? I wasn’t done yet!”
Knuckles, full of self-hatred, punched a nearby wall in frustration. The wall that had seemed to be made of bricks suddenly crumbled before him, and turned into wood. The door he had entered from was merely hidden! Knuckles ran out of the room as fast as his feet would take him, back into Echidnaopolois, ignoring all looks and sneers from his fellow echidnas, racing to get back to his mistress.
Trixie growled. “Feh. Almost had him. But he’ll never make it in time to stop dear Mother.”

Amy hummed, sitting before the Master Emerald. She tossed her Piko Piko hammer up and down, sighing.
“Wow. It really is dull without another person to have around. I hope Knuckles was able to help Espio and them.”
She didn’t see the black smoke slithering through the grass, quickly approaching the place of the holy jewel. Amy lay on her back, and sighed again. She then saw one of Knuckles’s gloves not so far away. It was from yesterday, when Knuckles had that chat with his conscience. She picked it up.
“Oh! He must have forgotten this one here one time!” she said. She giggled. “Knuckles really needs to learn to clean up after himself.”
The black smoke halted. There was a trace of the Guardian left. Hissing many curses, the smoke retreated.
“Dam that king…to make me unable to attack the holy place if something that belonged to the current Guardian was still there. Dam him.”
As the smoke left, our famous Echidna arrived on Angel Island, still running. He was terrified. While Trixie distracted him, what had happened to Amy? If anything had happened to her, he knew he would never be able to forgive himself. He finally arrived at the bottom of the steps where Amy was. Amy saw him, and waved.
“Hey Knuxy!” she said.
Knuckles quickly ran up the steps to get in front of the now standing Amy.
“I took good care of the Master Emerald! Nothing happened either, but I still did good.” She smiled, proud of herself. “So how are Espio and everyone?”
Knuckles looked at her, guilt killing him in the inside. She was giving him the sweet smile he loved so much, not suspecting in the least what had indeed happened. He got Amy in a huge hug, not saying anything. Amy blinked, confused, but hugged him back.
“Are you ok, Knuckles?” she said worried.
Knuckles hugged her tighter. He didn’t want to let her go, ever. Had Amy felt this guilty when she had attempted to deceive him 3 months ago? “Amy…please forgive me.”
“For what?”
“For everything.” he whispered, and kissed her. Amy blinked. She was confused further, and Knuckles had never been the first one to kiss. Amy shrugged, and kissed him back.

“Great job.” Muttered Trixie sarcastically, lying on her bed in her castle of darkness.
“How was I supposed to know that he left a glove there? It is not my fault he left that!” snarled the black orb in front of her. “We can wait no longer…we must strike for the last time!”
Trixie sat up. “And you’re sure we can win?”
“Yes…with the ultimate spell I’ve been waiting to teach you…I wanted to wait until you got better with the spells you have...but it seems that choice is not an option.”
“Excellent.” Said Trixie with her trademark smirk. “Victory is ours...and no hedgehog will stand in my way!”

What seemed like hours after Knuckle’s had returned home, Amy and he were sitting before the Master Emerald. Knuckles did not say what he wanted to be forgiven for, but Amy had told him that no matter what he had done, she would always accept his apology. Amy had put the glove back in their home.
“You really shouldn’t leave your stuff lying around.” She said, after coming back from the small trip.
“Well, when I had taken it off, I forgot about it because right after you, rather, Trixie in your body, distracted me.”
“I see.” Amy laid her head on his shoulder. “Do you want me to act like her?”
“What?”
“Did you like how she acted better than how I normally do?”
“Amy, no.” Knuckles titled her chin up with his paw. “I love you just the way you are. You are my sweet, beautiful, innocent little girl, and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Amy smiled, and hugged him. “Glad to hear.”
“Glad to tell.”
“Glad to hurl.”
The two looked to where the third voice had come from. Trixie stood at the bottom of the steps, smiling. Knuckles let out a huge growl, clutching Amy protectively to his chest. To Amy, he seemed angrier at this female than usual.
“What do you want NOW?” snarled Knuckles, baring his pointy teeth.
“To settle this once and for all.” Said Trixie, crossing her arms.
“Good. I’ll rip off that smirking head of yours.” He replied, standing up.
“We’ll see about that.” She said, her hands glowing black. Knuckles ran down the steps, ready to fight.
“Knuckles!” cried out Amy, fearing for him.
“Stay there, Amy! I’ll handle this!” said Knuckles at the bottom, and still running, now at Trixie, ready to smash her face in with his fist.
“Try some of this!” shouted Trixie, a black fireball forming in her palms. She then threw at it…at Amy! Amy screamed, and ducked.
“Amy!” yelled Knuckles. He then growled back to Trixie. “Leave her out of this! This is just between you and me!”
“On the contrary.” Replied Trixie, tossing another fireball up and down. “She is deeply involved.” She threw another at the scared pink hedgy, who barely dodged it. Trixie grinned, and her hands grew black again, and soon her entire arms were black. At least 10 fireballs formed around each arm, and she took aim, and fired. Knuckles turned around, putting all his energy into his legs, and ran to his beloved Amy, who was screaming and trying to avoid each one.
“AMY!” yelled Knuckles, getting to the top, and grabbing her by the arms. All the other fireballs hit his back, and he held in screams of pain.
“Knuckles!” yelled Amy.
“Perfect.” Said Trixie. “I knew you’d defend her! Now the spell will absorb into your body!”
The burn spots on Knuckles’s back disappeared, and he glowed an ocean blue. Amy screamed, and shook Knuckles, who now seemed unable to move or speak.
“Knuckles! KNUCKLES! WHAT DID YOU TO HIM?!?”
“Nothing…yet. Watch.”
When the glow went away, Knuckles’s eyes glazed over a haunting blue. He let go of Amy, and his face looked solemn.
“…Knuckles?” Amy slowly waved a hand in front of his face. Knuckles didn’t make any movement, or even blink.
“It gets better.” Said Trixie. “Knuckles. Hit her.”
As if he was a lapdog, Knuckles smacked a punch across Amy’s face. She laid on her back in pain. She sat up, looking up at her love in terror
“What…why..” she tried to question.
“He is under my complete control! Now, toss her down here so she can bow down to me!” cackled Trxie.
The now obedient Knuckles grabbed Amy’s feet and did toss her at Trixie. Amy landed right before her, moaning in almost unbearable pain.
“Heh heh. Come here, Knuckles.”
Knuckles walked down the steps and stood next to his master.
“How…how COULD you?” said Amy, lifting her head up.
“Oh shut up.” Said Trixie. “He’s mine now.” Trixie laid a kiss on Knuckle’s lips, to which he didn’t do anything. “And the Master Emerald…” she continued after the kiss. “Belongs to Volt.”
“To WHO?!?” Amy gasped.
“TO ME!” boomed the voice Amy had tried so hard to forget. Black some swirled around Trixie, then headed straight for the crystal. Amy remembered the horrible scene, as the smoke swayed around the Master Emerald, taking away its power. She felt the Island shake, and fear began to take over all of her body.
“No! No, it’s impossible! Knuckles killed you!” said Amy, sitting up and shaking.
“Ha. He only prolonged the inevitable.” Is it just me, or do all villains eventually say that? “A bit of me escaped his blows and escaped. I was able to feed off the hatred of other people, and created an assistant in order to get revenge.”
“That would be me.” Said Trixie proudly.
“Now, little Amy, watch as I take the world’s ultimate power source! You and this Island will fall to the sea!”
Amy gulped hard. A powerful monster was controlling her love. An even more powerful monster was taking the Master Emerald. In due time, Volt would have all its power, and Amy would be in a watery grave.
“How does it feel to taste defeat?” mocked Trixie. “I knew you couldn’t protect the Master Emerald!”
“It’s not taken just yet!” Amy huffed.
Trixie looked to Knuckles. “Kick her.”
Knuckles kicked Amy in the head, sending her on her back. Amy moaned, sitting up again. She wiped some blood off her mouth.
“Kick her again.”
Amy was met with more pain. But despite it, she sat back up. This time, she stood up. She bared her Piko Piko hammer in her arms, glaring at Trixie.
“Awww, is the little girl upset?” said Trixie with her smirk.
“As long as I can still breathe, I will help protect the Master Emerald.” Said Amy, narrowing her eyes. “I took that responsibility when I wanted to live here. I won’t give up!”
“Hurt her.”
Knuckles swung a fist at Amy, but she jumped out of the way. Knuckles kept trying to lay a punch, but Amy, having the hedgy speed, was able to dodge.
“How amusing! She just won’t accept the fact she’s doomed!” laughed Volt.
“If you want to see amusing...wait a few more minutes.” Said Amy, still avoiding Knuckles. This time, SHE was wearing the smirk.
“What, to see Knuckles beat you into the ground?” said Trixie.
Knuckles laid a punch in Amy’s torso. Amy was sent flying a bit, but she still stood up. She was in much pain, but still kept smirking. “Knuckles...he told me what had happened when Volt sent me into my nightmares.”
“So?”
“Hurt her again.”
Knuckles gave Amy a hard uppercut upside the head. Amy refused to stay down for long, as she wobbly stood up, gripping her hammer. “…He told me all the details...including everything Volt said…good thing…” she said through pained breaths.
“Hurt her again.”
Knuckles kneed Amy in the gut, then tossed her into the stairs. Amy slowly stood up, licking blood off her lips.
“…It’s been a long day..” she said slowly. “I’ve already given Knuckles….his breakfast…and his dinner..”
“Is this getting to a point?” said Volt, still sucking power.
“Shut her up, Knuckles.”
Knuckles tried to punch her, but Amy rolled out of the way.
“Volt…have you forgotten…your 1st weakness?”
Trixie’s eyes widened, and she looked to Volt, then to the sky. The light from the sun was fading, for the sun was setting.
“Knuckles told me...THAT THE NIGHT IS YOUR WEAKNESS!”
Volt screamed bloody murder, as stars quickly dotted the sky, and the light of day was no more. The smoke left the Master Emerald, and, to Amy’s surprise, began taking a physical form. She now saw a black echidna, screaming before the Master Emerald. Trixie just stared, and she too seemed to be amazed by what she saw. Amy then shook her head, remembering what must be done, and ran up the steps.
“You’ll never bother us AGAIN!” she yelled, slamming her hammer onto the echidna. Volt screamed again, and disintegrated into ashes. The wind picked up, and blew the ashes away. Amy heaved out a huge breath. “That was close…” she thought.
“YOU BRAT!”
Amy almost forgot. The battle wasn’t over yet. She turned around, seeing the highly pissed Trixie at the bottom of the steps.
“You may have killed Volt, but I still live! I don’t need that stupid jewel! I’ve got your man! And I’ll make him kill you!”
“Go ahead.”
Trixie blinked. Had Amy just said...?
“You can tell Knuckles to hurt me more. I can’t dodge him forever.” Said Amy, wiping blood off of her. “Then when I’m dead, you can go do whatever you want with him. You think you’ll be happy.”
“What do you mean THINK? I KNOW I’ll be happy seeing you dead!”
Amy slowly began walking down the steps. “Trixie, Volt said you were her creation. She gave life to you. Volt was just a spell formed of hatred. She was only that-hate. A feeling. Nothing else. So what does that make you?”
Trixie gulped, and clenched her teeth. “I’m a real echidna! If you don’t shut up, I’ll make Knuckles kill you right now!”
“That makes you also just a feeling. You feed off of other people’s same emotions.” Continued Amy, getting at the bottom of the steps. “You feed off of lust. That’s all you are. Nothing less, nothing more. Just an emotion.”
“SHUT UP! I AM REAL!” screamed Trixie.
“I’m going to beat you just how Knuckles beat Volt. By my own feelings.”
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” Trixie continued screaming, backing up. “KNUCKLES! KILL HER! KILL HER RIGHT NOW!”
Knuckles looked to Amy, and ran for her. Amy took a big breath. She thought hard about Knuckles. What she did indeed love about him. She didn’t just want him so she could have someone hold her. She loved Knuckles for his kindness, generosity, personality, attitude, for everything about him. She concentrated all her love into her hammer. She didn’t see it, but she was glowing pink, and so was her weapon. All of this seemed to last so long, but it merely took seconds. Knuckles charged forward, but Amy kicked in her Hedgehog speed. She ran as fast as she could to Trixie, and leaped into the air.
“FOR KNUCKLES!” she screamed, slamming the hammer onto Trixie’s head. All of her love for her echidna surged into Trixie. Trixie let out an earsplitting scream, and, like her mother, disintegrated. Her ashes were pink. Amy sighed heavily, and dropped to her knees, exhausted. Knuckles’s eyes went normal and stopped running. He gasped in horror, as what he had been doing gathered in his head. He ran to Amy, and hugged her hard.
“Amy…I’m so sorry…Please forgive me…” he said, scooping her in his arms. Amy smiled.
“Not so hard.” She whispered. “I forgive you. I just need rest. Being the Guardian-ness is hard work.” She laid her head on his chest. Knuckles smiled, and carried her home.
“I love you sooo much, Knuxy.” She whispered.
“And I love you ‘sooo’ much too, Amy.”

Had Knuckles turned around, he might have seen the cloaked figure in the woods.
“She seems to have proved herself. But there are more villains awaiting you, Guardian. Your fellow kind can prove to be more evil than you think…”

End of Part Two.