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>>3026

"You don't remember me? We spoke on the phone two days ago. I told you I would find you."

Lots of killing later...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRnT-AU7ToQ

"You either give me what I need or this switch will stay on until they turn the power off for lack of payment on the bill."

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"Why do I have such a worried feeling? I feel like something bad happened to someone close to me. But I've never heard any bad news about anybody, I guess I'm just uptight. This shower should help me relax then."

After his shower, he was now wide-awake. He took out a bottle of orange juice and poured himself a cup, and then he made some toast with jelly. He didn't want a heavy breakfast since it's still too early. While still chewing his food, he turned on the television to occupy himself for a few minutes.

"I hope that there's no news on this early. I'd rather watch soap operas than that." Unfortunately, the first thing he saw on TV was the morning news.

"Hey, what's going on? The morning news doesn't start until 7 AM." Tails groaned with disgust and changed the channel. However, to his surprise, there was more news! He changed the channel again and saw more news! He repeatedly changed the channels and found them all to have the local news on! (Too bad he doesn't have cable!) Finally completely frustrated, he threw down the remote onto the couch.

"That does it! I'm going for a walk, I'd better be careful though, it's still dark outside."

He was dressing up since it was chilly this early and accidentally overheard the news anchor. "Station Square is normally a very peaceful and uneventful place," said the news anchor, "but all that changed last night." Tails wasn't really paying attention. He's almost done dressing up and ready to leave.

The news anchor continued, "about 11:30 PM last night, a car pile-up occurred. To show you the details, I will rebroadcast the tape that recorded the incident." The news showed the footage from the accident scene.

A news lady appeared in the footage. "Hello, this is Donna Yoshiana and I'm at the scene of a rather gruesome looking accident."

Tails finished getting dressed and was about to turn off the TV, if it weren't for what he just saw.

The news lady continued. "This car pile-up involved eight vehicles, including two 18-wheeler trucks. We also found out that there are fourteen people involved, but there are only two casualties. One is a blue hedgehog, and the other is a pink one, well actually it looks more red because of the blood. Right now they're being sent to Station Square Emergency Medical Center."

Tails saw the whole thing clearly and he dropped the TV remote onto the floor in shock. He saw Sonic laid out on a stretcher and being loaded into an ambulance. Tails then saw another stretcher with a large lump of bloody meat on it.

"Hey, that lump of meat looks familiar." He looked very carefully at the TV screen. " A-Amy? Could that possibly be her?" Tails started to feel sick, "oh no, please tell me I'm still dreaming!" He pinched himself very hard, "ow! I guess not. Oh boy, in that case I'd better tell everyone!" He frantically ran to the phone, but before he dialed a single number, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it," Tails asked.

"It's me," said a familiar voice, "hurry and open up, I've got something urgent to tell you!"

"That sounds like Knuckles," Tails thought. He then quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, it was indeed Knuckles, with a very tense look on his face.

"Did you hear what just happened?" They both said at the same time.

"We've got to find them!" Knuckles was very anxious and almost seemed afraid! No, that can't be possible.

Tails agreed, "I know where that hospital is." He hesitated for a moment, "um, Knuckles. I think that we should tell Rouge about this."

Knuckles gave a puzzled look, "what for? You know she's a thief and a troublemaker."

Tails knew that he'd say that, "I know but we're going to a hospital and I think they need as many visitors as possible. I mean, what is she gonna steal? Maybe the food from the cafeteria?"

Knuckles smiled slightly, "well, knowing her, I wouldn't be surprised if she did. All right, I'll at least talk to her. Just tell me where the hospital is so that I can stop by." Tails wrote down the address for the hospital, and Knuckles took off to find Rouge while Tails set off to find his injured friends.

When Tails finally arrived at the hospital, he wasn't allowed to see Sonic or Amy. They were still in intensive care, however Sonic's injuries are very minor, so the doctors said that Sonic will be out by the end of the day. But Amy was in very critical condition, so Tails will have to wait quite a while before he could see her. The news hit him much harder that he thought.

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]]> /cp/res/2986.html#3038Hoped for the happy ending (haha) like >>3028.

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M1A Girl?

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>implying im not going to fuck you to within an inch of your life

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OK

If my mom molested me I would probably have complexes too

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Huh. Well played.

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Because she's doing the "chick lean?"

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>and as she pulled the trigger and lined up the sights
May I ask why she's firing before aiming?

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Seventeen long years ago, in rural Idaho, USA, there was a girl, smiling and young. She would trot down the stairs each morning for breakfast, beaming towards the row of cabinets seated on the other side of the breakfast table, and to the man that was firmly in his seat, a man that lowered his newspaper to tell her good morning. He would ask her if she prayed, to which she said yes, and asked if she preferred milk or juice for her breakfast. The girl said her answer, and once she sit down, the man would hold their hands together and asked God for the privilege to live another, bright shining day.

To have a protector as a rapist leaves deep, seeping wounds. The child will in time be distracted with other, new memories, but the haunting visions and the torrents of sorrow flood themselves into the daily life of the victim, rearing its ugly hand into practically every decision, every moment, and every corner of the child's life.

After removing and tossing to the ground her dress and underwear, the man would take his hand and firmly stroke the girl's quivering body. As his dry, rough hands pressed into the little girl's skin, her pleas and cries to stop were shushed away by casually. "This will hurt for a minute now", the father said, "but you will tell not a soul about this. If you cross me, I will kill you." The rocking of the mattress springs and the sobs of the young girl flooded out into the hallway and down a staircase lined with idealistically framed photos of a man and his smiling daughter.

Years pass. The trauma of the incident has been pushed back into the recesses of her mind. Scared and bewildered, at her cousin's house one day she finds something that takes her feeling of helplessness away. In the backyard found herself behind an old wooden rifle, and as she pulled the trigger and lined up the sights, the moment was profound. The target before her shudders with the impact of flying steel, bending at the sheer force of a well-intentioned projectile. Her lips begin to purse, her brow furrows, and out creeps a long, satisfied smile. She turns to her cousin and says, "Show me more."

Her life is filled with school, target practice and OpChan. That shy and withdrawn woman is a beast on the firing line, honing her skills while attention is attracted whenever her Springfield M1A rifle is tucked into her thin frame. Once the target is fixed, windage and distance is adjusted on her scope, the thoughts of those pictures she posted starts to crawl in the back of her troubled mind. Her focus is diverted to the gun's front sights. The trigger is pulled, and she smiles.

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>>implying that the 60s didn't ruin america

>>implying that Obama's plan for socialized health care wouldn't fucking suck

>>implying that anyone gives a flying fuck about political correctness anymore

>>implying i only have .50c in my bank account and don't keep all of my money in a fireproof safe

>>implying twitter does anything whatsoever

Somebody watched too much V for Vendetta.

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