Shadamy-The stowaway's story 1

Ten Years Ago

Two boat's rocked on the rough sea one dark September night. One had a black flag with the jolly roger flying high from it's mast while the other had a white flag with a blue anchor on it. The age old rivalry of Marines vs. Pirates had reared it's ugly head once again. Captain Thorn Rose - the captain of the Marine ship - stood face to face with Scar the hedgehog on the deck of his ship. All of Scar's pirate crew were dead or badly injured and Thorn's marines weren't much better.
"My old friend Thorn... why'd you give it all up? We could have mad it big in the pirating business, but you just had to throw it away..." Scar took a swig from a bottle of rum in his right hand then scanned his old friend.
"I see you have a kid too." Scar pointed to a pink hedgehog who had wrapped herself around Thorn's leg tightly gripping his white trousers. The white hedgehog put his hand protectively on his five year old child. Scar scoffed.
"I'm not going to eat her you know." Scar waved another hedgehog over. This one was about three years older than the pink one clutching Thorn's leg. He was black with red marks on his hands, feet and above his eyes and a stripe of red down each of his six quills. Scar pushed the hedgehog forward slightly.
"This is Shadow. He's my son. Not biologically of course, no one would have me as you would say. But I found him in a little town and he said he had no parents so I took him in. Aren't I nice?" Scar smirked at Thorn.
"P-papa... I... I'm scared..." The pink hedgehog buried her face in her father's trousers and shied away from the new hedgehog. Shadow looked hurt for a second but quickly regained his composure.
"I have been told before that I look scary... but I promise I'm not trying to hurt you." Shadow offered his hand to the little hedgehog. She didn't budge.
"What is your name?" Shadow asked politely. He refused to give up. The girl moved away from her father slightly but kept a firm grip on his trousers.
"My name is Amy. Amy Rose." She frowned at Shadow even though he still held his hand out for her to take. Shadow smiled at her trying to make her feel less scared. He didn't like it when people were scared of him.
"Amy? That's a very nice name. Mine is Shadow." He continued to smile at her, still holding his hand out. Amy let go of her dad's trouser leg then cautiously put her hand out towards Shadow's. Her father and Shadow's father looked questioningly at the two very different hedgehogs who seemed to be getting on very well. Amy took Shadows hand, but decided to see just how gentlemanly he was. She quickly squeezed his hand with as much force as she could. She saw Shadow tense and wince slightly with pain. She continued to squeeze until he muttered "That's quite a firm grip you have there..." through gritted teeth. Amy looked at him shocked then loosened her grip. He sighed slightly in relief. Not many boys had ever reacted like that to her when she gripped their hand that hard.

Present Day

Amy Rose sat across the table from Sonic the hedgehog. She was meeting him in hopes of him falling head over heels for her, but she really didn't want to be there. She really couldn't care less how rich he was, or how handsome he was because she had made her mind up ten years ago that she would be marrying the captain of the pirate ship Chaos Storm, his son if the former captain still wasn't dead yet or a pirate that fit her 'perfect man' list. Sonic ticked the tall and the handsome boxes of her list so far, however, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less.
"So, Sonic... do you have any interests, other than running?" Amy sighed. He shook his head quickly.
"Nope. None what-so-ever." He smiled proudly. Amy so wanted to slap that smile off his face, run to her room, get the god damned corset that was slowly crushing her lungs off, change into something less... frilly then get a rowboat and row until she found a pirate ship.
"Amy, what do you think we should call our children?" Sonic asked with that proud smile still on his face. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"I didn't plan on having kids, especially not with some air-headed... moron who's brains are in his trousers!" Amy spat as she stood up and marched out of the room. Sonic stared at the door shocked. He'd never been spoken to like that. He liked it.

Amy pushed the door of her room open gasping for air. The corset was suffocating her even before she had ran up the stairs so now she had hardly any air in her lungs.
Cream, her personal maid and best friend, could see her struggling so she helped her by unlacing the back of her dress then unlacing the corset as quickly as possible. Amy took a massive breath of air as soon as the corset had been unlaced. She swore blind that those things were a health hazard to all women, but most didn't care as long as it made them look good.
"Amy, how was your date?" The seven year old cream rabbit's hazel eyes scanned Amy's bright red cheeks for any sort of hint.
"Awful... he has no hobbies other than running. Also, the only other thing he said to me that had nothing to do with running was about what we were going to call our kids! Just like all the others - brains in his trousers!" Amy ranted. She wriggled out of her dress and walked to her closet to find something that was less frilly and more everyday. She quickly found what she was looking for - a brown waist coat, a white baggy shirt and some beige trousers.
"Much better..." Amy sighed after getting changed.
"So Amy, how many boxes did he tick?" Cream inquired. Amy looked at Cream with a questioning look on her face then realized what she was talking about. Amy walked over to a white dresser in her room, opened the top drawer on the left then took out a old piece of paper.
"Uh... pirate... no... caring... no... kind... no... tall... yes... dark... nope... handsome... yes... Two. He ticks two." Amy announced. That was better then the last one at least.
"Cream, I'm leaving this place. Help me tie the bed sheets together so I can sneak out." Amy ordered. Cream nodded and started to strip the bed. As Cream threw the bed sheets off Amy tied them together. Within minutes the bed was bare and a rope made of bed sheets was strewn across the floor.
"Perfect."

It was already dark when Amy had tied the bed sheets together, but now it was the middle of the night. The only light was the luminous full moon that hung in the midnight sky. Cream was fast asleep in the maid's quarter's by now so she couldn't help Amy if anything went wrong. Amy took one final deep breath. This would be the last time she saw her room, the last time she would be in her home. No. She couldn't think that way. This was her chance to show who she really was. Her chance to prove that she still had the blood of a pirate in her veins. Amy quietly grabbed one of the sheets on the floor and pulled at it until she found an end with nothing else tied to it. She then tied it securely to the post of her bed nearest the window and tossed the rest of the sheets out of the window.
'Bye bye, cushy life as a Marines daughter, hello blood, guts and jolly roger flags.' Amy clambered out of the window and gripped the bed sheets tightly. She didn't want to look down in case her rope didn't quite reach the floor and she got scared. This was her chance to break out of her father's shadow. Amy loosened her grip slightly and slid slowly down the bed sheets that were hanging out of her window.
'Finally, freedom!'