Sonic X Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky 13 ❯ Love Before Sight ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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“Lucky 13”
 
Chapter 1: “Love Before Sight”
 
“Ahhh!” I moaned, as wave after wave of delight washed over my body, attacking me relentlessly, subduing me with the unfathomable pleasures of sin.
 
Her thighs bucked against my groin wildly, and each impact our bodies shared made her ears flail and her supple body tremulate. I felt at one with her…
 
“Oh…!” She cooed, softly, and her voice, it was like sweet serenity. It calmed the storm within my heart, and yet, at the same time, drove my instincts wild; made me want her all the more.
 
…How did I get here? Who was it that was bringing me such joy, such content, such bliss?
 
I didn't give it another thought, as I lost control, and my other head took over completely. I gripped her petite frame firmly, but gently, and applied all the strength my arms would lend me to pulling her down upon myself, harder, faster than before.
 
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Was all that escaped her tiny muzzle, as she, too, was corroded over by the mind numbing feeling.
 
The air of the room grew musty and thick with the smell of our activity, and, if anything, it only furthered the appeal of the act. I got faster, and I pounded against her with all my might, and her wonderful little body jostled with each contact, sweat and other fluids matting her fur, and mine. I felt my temperature, and libido reach their peak, and my tongue dangled freely, and numbly from my muzzle… I was past the point-of-no-return now…
 
 
 
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
 
“Agh!!!” I yelped in surprise, as the pleasure was wisp'd away, replaced by the pain that thudding against the hard wood floor brought me.
 
I just lay there for a moment, in the same position I fell (face first), half asleep, cursing brainlessly until I realized I was on the ground. Grumbling irritably, I rolled about a minute, then managed to sit, and finally stand, all over the coarse of about 20 minutes. I scratched my head, and looked up at the ceiling.
 
Then it came back to me… the dream I just had. I made an angry face, which only looks funny and uncharacteristic when I do it.
 
“…Bah, stupid alarm clock…” I uttered, upset that it had gone off at that EXACT moment.
 
I pushed myself up, and flopped back onto the bed, hands behind my head, staring mindlessly across the room. My look was pensive.
 
I tried to remember… to remember each and every detail, but for some reason it was all so hazy, and I didn't know why… it had seemed so vivid and realistic when I'd dreamt it.
 
All I remembered at this point was the sex, and the girl…
 
That girl…
 
My heart twirled like a giddy fairy, dancing on the petals of a buttercup, just at the mere thought of her. I felt a sudden happiness, a sudden longing. Sadly though, I couldn't seem to remember much about her… bar how amazing she was.
 
…But I knew she wasn't human.
 
I felt my cheeks get hot, and I covered up with the blanket, just in case anyone came in, and noticed that my face wasn't the only place my blood was rushing. It was almost embarrassing, and yet, at the same time, so very interesting. I found myself curious.
 
If she wasn't human, what was she?
 
However, the thought was cut off, and replaced with the frantic worry that every teenager experiences when they glance over at their alarm clock, and realize that they SHOULD'VE woken up 20 minutes ago.
 
“Wha-!? 8:30!? Christ!” I shouted, as I leapt from my bed, grabbed a handful of random clothes, and ran to the bathroom. I ran by my dad, a short, black-haired man with a goatee. I was about the same height as he was, maybe a tad taller. I jogged in place as I opened the closet door, looking feverishly for a towel. There were none.
 
“ `Ere.” Came my father's voice. He handed me a small head-towel, gaudy and pink, but I liked the way it felt on my skin, so I didn't care the color. I took it from him.
 
“Thanks. Hey, why the heck didn't you wake me up!?” I asked him, not mad, but not really happy, either. He shook his head in that fatherly way he did.
 
“You wouldn't budge!” He claimed. I made a suspicious, slightly disrespectful face at him. I silently wondered if he really even tried.
 
“Am I really that hard to wake up in the morning, dad?”
 
He didn't say anything, but just gave me a reproachful glare that made me know my place. I backed off, not about to argue with him, especially in the morning. If I got into a scuffle with him, it would just ruin my whole day. Usually I was right-- I got it from my mom, and he KNEW it. But, nevertheless, he was the authority in the house, and, whether he was right or not, I, as his son, had no choice but to go along with what he told me. I walked into the bathroom and turned the knob, making water jet out from the spigot. Seeing as I was already considerably tardy, I figured I'd take my time.
 
Dad just stared at me as I meticulously adjusted the water to a satisfactory warmth.
 
“Y' know, you can still catch the career bus if you skip the shower…” He suggested. I shook my head.
 
“Outta the question. I'm already late, anyways.” I explained, removing my shirt.
 
“I don't feel like drivin' you to that vocational school.” He told me. I removed my jeans, leaving my boxers as the only thing separating me from total nudity. I scratched my head.
 
“Well, It's not like I'm ecstatic to go to drafting class in the first place. I'd rather sit through study hall than hear Mr. Stewart lecture me on how imperfect my skills with a scale are.” I said, bitterly sarcastic. It was obvious that I enjoyed mocking the tubby engineer that I was forced to learn under, but nobody really cared outside of class. Dad tilted his head.
 
“…Scale?” He asked. I folded my palish, exposed arms.
 
“…It's his weirdo way of saying `ruler'. We have all these funky, unnecessary terms that we're supposed to use to refer to common, everyday tools. A ruler's a scale, a pencil's a drawing utensil, the thing we use to make ovals is an `elliptical guideline', or something… The guy's friggin' OCD.” I finished, flicking a long strand of my coppery hair out of my face. I had my mom's hair… long, shiny, and thick. One look at me, and that's the first thing you'd notice. It was by far my most distinguishing feature.
 
“…That's fine, but yer momma'll be pissed.” He told me, looking frank. His southern accent was a lot thicker than my own, but then again, you'd have to pay close attention to notice mine. I shrugged.
 
“I'll take the heat, don't worry about it. If there's anyone who can talk their way around mom, it's me.” I told him, and, knowing it was true, he nodded.
 
“So you gonna get in there, or what?” He asked me, staring. I chuckled at his perverse sense of humor, whereas most people'd probably just be creeped out. I was used to him being that way, though.
 
I was waiting for him to leave before I undressed fully, but only to show common courtesy. I see he was testing me to see how bold I was, since I used to really freak out when people barged in on me while I was nude. I grabbed the bands of my shorts.
 
“You think I'm still embarrassed to get naked in front of my own family? I've got nothin' to be ashamed of… I just didn't wanna make you jealous.” I said, through a wry grin. He shook his head, and laughed.
 
“Heh. You get that from me, y'know.” He explained, as he shut the bathroom door.
 
“Hahaha, I HOPE so. You're the DAD.” I called out through it. I wasn't sure if he heard me or not, but I didn't really care.
 
I took one of my extra long, Saturday showers, rather than one of the super-speedy Monday ones. I always considered bathing a luxury, as long as the water was nice and hot.
 
Well, really not much to tell there, unless you want to hear the specifics about how I bathe myself. I could just as easily tell you about it, but, something deep inside tells me that the majority of you aren't interested.
 
About 30 to 40 minutes pass, and I was fully dressed, and examining myself in the mirror, brushing my hair to work out any stray tangles.
 
My hair grew freely in all directions, was quite straight, and I pampered it till there wasn't a hair out of place. My build wasn't muscular, nor was it obese, but what one would call the epitome of average. I had blue-green eyes, for the most part. If you were to look at them up close, their hue was far more complicated and intricate than just that, in a way I couldn't really specify.
 
I wasn't Mr. Hotty, but I suppose I was regarded to be rather handsome…
 
And, as you'll probably find out, I was quite the Casanova.
 
Dad drove me to my favorite place in the world; Station Square High School, good old SSHS. Huh? Sarcastic? Me? No, I wasn't being sarcastic at all, really, I adored school.
 
I chuckled to myself as I entered my study hall, receiving glares left and right at how ridiculously late I was… I'd managed to kill off more than two thirds of the pointless class. I explained my situation (untruthfully, of course) to the teacher supervising us, and took my seat afterward, looking rotten glad of my own `misfortune' in missing the career bus. You could tell I really abhorred my drafting class.
 
I pulled out a small, film-like paper with an odd pattern on it. This was my `lucky' snake-skin, which I carried everywhere. I didn't really want to kiss it, so I just smiled at it, and put it back in my pocket.
 
Now, some might find this a bit odd… ok, so you ALL do…
 
Ok, maybe I do to, but seriously, I honestly believed that this little `bad' luck charm brought me good fortune…
 
…And it DID.
 
I'm not sure if you remember this or not, but I said before that I had some pretty rotten luck when I was growing up. When I was about 13, I became superstitious, and started carrying lucky rabbit's feet, and four leaf clovers… Heck, if I drove at the time, I'd have run off the road into a tree before I'd cross paths with a black cat.
 
But, as you may or may not know, I was pretty level-headed for a teenager. Eventually, I figured out that the good luck charms only made things WORSE. So, naturally, I figured if good meant bad, then bad must mean good.
 
I was skeptical at first, but I stopped carrying anything that was supposed to signify good luck with me. I was 16 when I officially changed my lucky number to 13.
 
Now this is where it gets weird.
 
On that VERY same day, I had sex for the first time. It blew my mind, I'd never experienced such a thing… I'd always thought it was overrated, but, I found, if anything, it was UNDERrated.
 
Hmm…? What's that look for? Hehe, you didn't honestly think I was a virgin, did you? I'm a 17 year-old guy, c'mon…
 
Well, anyway, one would say I sort of changed. If anything, I'd say my confidence increased, which I guess is the common occurrence when it involves guys my age having sex. And, needless to say, this is when I became a fervent believer in the beauty of my discovery: That bad luck was GOOD.
 
I was, without a doubt, a huge flirt after that. I was an Epicurean, and lived my life in pursuit of pleasure, pleasure meaning good sex. But don't take that the wrong way… I did have my morals. I wasn't just running around, laying with whomever I knew I could coax into bed… I had feelings, after all.
 
Despite that, I never really had a steady girlfriend. I was a hopeless romantic, a feminist, and had a very sensitive heart, but I could never keep the spark of a relationship kindled. Here I thought I was in it just for the sex, but, as time passed, and I turned 17, I found that the intercourse just wasn't as meaningful and passionate without…
 
… well, passion.
 
You know, everyone thought I was a free-spirited womanizer who didn't like to be tied down, but, as far as I was concerned, those people didn't know a thing about me. I was totally the contrary: I was looking for something to hold onto, that one little thing in life that I could pamper and adore, and cherish for the rest of my life. I wanted somebody to fall in love with.
 
Anyway, back to the story at hand. Study hall went by as it usually did, with absolutely nothing happening, just quiet. Some might call it unsettling, but I found it peaceful. It really gave me some time to think.
 
Of course, it wasn't long before the dream-girl came fluttering back to my mind, like a graceful little seraph.
 
It was so strange, how something I knew existed only in a fantasy world could make me feel so light, so warm. It was like I was sitting on a cloud, sun-bathing every time I thought about the way she made me feel. I could only recall her general shape, her voice, and her color. She was small, a tad smaller than me, and much thinner… her voice was what one would call ridiculously high, but in a sweet, cute way… And her color was like… I couldn't really describe it. Or, I could, but I couldn't think of the words… they just wouldn't come. Anyway, the very inhuman creature I had intercourse with… everything about her appealed to me, it seemed… well, all but the fact that she wasn't real.
 
I felt a shiver go up my spine at the thought that entered my head after that. In that dream… I wasn't human, either. I hadn't given it any consideration, but I distinctly recalled having a sooty black fur enveloping my whole body.
 
…I couldn't remember anything else about what the dream had transformed me into, but it, for some reason or another, made cold chills coarse throughout my veins.
 
BRIIIIIING….
 
I quite nearly jumped out of my seat, as my train of thought was shattered like so many mirrors. I'd quite nearly forgotten where I was. The girl next to me, whom I didn't know, but had always considered cute, giggled at me. I scratched my head, and winked at her, which was my reflex in an awkward situation involving a pretty lady. She hid her face, sweetly, like all girls do when they don't want you to know they're blushing… but I knew. Heh, I always knew.
 
It was sort of… a hobby of mine to know how a female's mind worked.
 
Nevertheless, the bell had rung, and that was my cue to split study hall and head to the cafeteria. I took my time, packing my stuff, sifting my way through the crowd until I was in the clear, and could walk to lunch at my own pace. I wasn't a slow person, but chose to go through life slowly, and pay attention to detail, so I had a steady stride.
 
As soon as I exited the building, I saw the two pretty faces I admired the most, my best friends, Star, and Amy. They waved me over, seeming frantic and panicked, eager to get to the lunchroom before the lines filled up and all the good seats were taken.
 
I took my time, though, and walked over in the same way I always did. Coolly. Heh.
 
“Josh! Hurry up!” Star squeaked, grabbing my hand, and pulling me along with her. I chuckled a little, and let her lead me around with her dainty hand, as Amy grabbed the other, and did the same. I really didn't weigh that much to begin with, so with their combined strengths, we moved along at a happy little pace, people looking at us, some with smiles, some with jealousy.
 
Star and Amy were both about… mmm, 2 years younger than me. We didn't have any classes together, bar a few extracurricular, but nonetheless, we were inseparable.
 
Star was a blonde-headed girl, with hair about the same length as my own, meaning significantly long. She was also short, though she hated to be teased about it… I really couldn't talk, though, as, for a 17 year old boy, nearly an adult, I was only 2 to 4 inches taller. Amy close to matched my height, and she had brunette hair, which she kept cut fairly short, in what one might call a bobcut, which suited her, seeing as she was a total tomboy. Despite that, I always thought Amy had very fetching brown-green eyes, and was ever-so sweet if the mood caught her.
 
Hehe, I say those things lightly, but I wouldn't change either girl for the world, and they thought the same way about me. They really were two of a kind, and I was the wild card. Some people referred to us as the `troublesome trio', which was a title we were proud of.
 
I let the girls drag me along until I found myself sitting at a table, a plate of food, or what the cafeteria claimed was food, sitting before me.
 
“Congratulations, Josh, you've once again dragged your ass and made us have to wait in line.” Star said, making Amy snicker. I cocked my head at the blonde.
 
“Line? What are you talking about, you guys snuck into the senior line with me!” I told them. Star drooped her head down hopelessly.
 
“Josh, your ability to focus is getting increasingly dull.” She said. Amy nodded.
 
“Yeah, Mr. O grabbed us and looked at our ID tags… We didn't make it through.” She explained.
 
“Mr. O? You mean the old mexican that vaguely resembles Santa Claus?” I asked. Amy and Star both nodded wildly, and pointed to him. He was yelling at somebody about something. He was a new teacher, but none of us knew what he taught, since he only came to SSHS about a week earlier.
 
“Yeah! He's really crackin' down on who they let through the senior line, too! I swear, the dress code, the ID tags, EVERYTHING has to be in order when THAT guy's around.” Star said, seeming worried for the future. I shook my head apologetically.
 
“Man, I'm sorry, you two. I erh, I've just had some things on my mind.”
 
Star and Amy looked at each other, then at me, amused.
 
“Oh? Last time you said that, Shannon started running around, telling everyone that you got her pregnant!” Amy said, laughingly. Star almost shot milk out of her nose, and I just blushed at the mention of the HORRIBLE memory.
 
“Geez, that girl was a MANIAC! The one time we DID do it, I used PROTECTION! Then she started spreading all those rumors, I swear, I like to never got back in good social standing.” I said, sipping my milk. These two girls always took account of my relationships, and thought of themselves as matchmakers. They knew I was looking for the right one, and they did their best to help me, but I swear, sometimes it ended up as a DISASTER.
 
“Hahahaha! Well, at least she dropped out.” Star said, biting into a hunk of cornbread.
 
“Heh, yeah. You know I heard she had that baby.” I told them. Star's eyes almost bugged out, and Amy looked attentive, too.
 
“Huh?! She was really pregnant!?” Star shouted, loud enough to wake the dead. I put on a very surprised face, though inside I was smiling.
 
“Yeah… Wait, you didn't know that?” I asked. Star and Amy both shook their heads.
 
“It wasn't yours, was it?” Amy asked. I laughed, slapping my knee for added effect.
 
“Pffft! No… But she thought it was, since that was around the time me and her did… that. But anyway, no, it's not mine. I mean, I HOPE not, it was black.” I said. Star and Amy both stared at me for a minute, and then bust out laughing.
 
“Hahaha! It was BLACK!?” Amy shouted, trying not to shoot food across the cafeteria.
 
“Hehehehe! Shannon had a black man's baby!” Star chortled, pounding the table with her fist.
 
They had their hardyhars, and I did too, seeing as I'd just gotten them to believe something ridiculous. I looked them right in the eye and said:
 
“I first learned about it when I was looking at her myspace. You can find a picture of her black baby at www.bullshit.com.” I explained.
 
At the sound of the word `bullshit', Amy and Star slapped their foreheads and started laughing in spite of themselves. They knew I'd gotten them good this time.
 
Oh? Don't know what we're on about, do you… Well, it's not that hard to get. Me, Star, and Amy, we did this thing called `bullshit'. It was basically when one of us told the other ones a lie, and worked an intricate plan into it, and it usually ended up a ridiculous, unbelievable story. The object of bullshitting was basically getting somebody to believe something preposterous, and then, when you've finally got them believing it, you tell them it was a bullshit, and they feel dumb. We did it all the time, and you wouldn't believe some of the stuff we'd get one another to think was true.
 
Heh, for instance, one time Star had convinced me that people over in Taiwan, after the nuclear war, had mutated, and had tentacles hanging from their faces. One time I had Amy thinking I was born in Mexico. And, who could forget the king of all bullshits? When me and Amy teamed up and had Star convinced that a lobotomy was a required procedure for football athletes in Norway…
 
The only way to get around a bullshit is to say `Is this a bullshit?'. If they say that, and it is, then you have no choice but to admit that it was, otherwise it's against the rules. Star was a very clever girl, so she actually caught most of them. Amy caught on a lot, too. I was just as bright as they were, but I suppose I was a tad more trusting than I needed to be, because I was more often than not duped. However, even though I was bullshitted more than either of the girls, I also did the most bullshitting… And I was a keen actor, so few of my bullshits went unbelieved. Sometimes I'd get them both at once, sometimes just one, sometimes I'd team up with one of them to bullshit the other… Sometimes I would turn traitor and tell the other girl about it, and we'd both end up getting my `partner in crime' even worse. It was all fun and games, though.
 
It was also strange, because, even though I was so good at bullshitting, I remained a terrible liar. I suppose it was my conscience, I mean, bullshitting, it was different, because I knew, even though I was lying, I'd tell them that I was, eventually. With a real lie… well, it just didn't sit well with me, letting the truth remain unveiled.
 
But I'm rambling again.
 
“Man, you got us…” Amy said, scratching her head. Star was laughing still.
 
“Hehe, yeah, now that I think about it, Shannon never went anywhere near another guy after you.” She said, casting me a curious look. I smiled, and shrugged.
 
“Well, I was her first. And I TOLD her it would hurt, but she insisted, and when it DID hurt, she freaked out, and pretty much went nuts after that.” I told them. Star sent a genuine wink my way.
 
“Well, sleeping with you would fracture ANY girl's sanity.”
 
Amy let out an `ohhhhhhh' and started laughing, but I just smiled and leaned toward the witty Star.
 
“Well, I won't deny that. Bet I could drive you crazy…” I said, giving her a seductive look. Amy stopped laughing, and Star's face went beet-red. She probably would have laughed if I weren't looking at her like that, but her eyes told me that she couldn't tell if I was seriously coming onto her, or playing.
 
Of course, I was just playing. I had my fun seeing her flustered reaction to that, then drew my head back, chuckling. Amy started laughing with me, albeit strangely, but Star just seemed embarrassed.
 
“Haha, very funny.” She said, looking at the ground. I grinned sheepishly at her.
 
“Oh, come on, Star, I was just funnin'. You don't have to get all bent outta shape.” I told her. I looked at Amy, whom was looking at Star, narrowing her eyes just a little bit… All the while `laughing'. It was kind of scary-looking, actually.
 
I didn't know what to make of that… well, actually I did, but I've my reasons not to mention it.
 
Even over the year we knew each other, whenever I made a flirty joke concerning the two, there was always a certain uneasiness between us. I always thought that was awfully cute, though, the way they reacted to my charms.
 
But I always told myself that the relationship I had with the girls, a true-blue friendship…. Well, it was fine the way it was. And though, I had to admit, I was curious, I reminded myself that they deserved full control over the situation… not me. And if they wanted to step that relationship up, I'd let them do it. It didn't seem fair for me to take advantage of their indecisiveness. Plus, both girls had a very fiery temper, and both were willing to fight for what they wanted. Heck, if my heart wasn't deceiving me, and it never was, the moment my relationship with either went beyond platonic, there'd be all-out war… And I wasn't about to get caught up in that.
 
“Star, you're not… mad, are you?” I asked, looking worried. She twiddled her thumbs, and hit me. Not hard, but harder than she normally did. (she hit everyone, but it was in an affectionate way, I thought)
 
“No, silly, why would I be mad?” She asked me, still not meeting my eyes entirely. I shrugged.
 
“I dunno, why would you?”
 
“…Cuz I don't want none o' your black babies.” She said, jokingly, as she hit me again, this time a tad softer. I laughed, and she finally smiled. We all laughed. It was a genuine laugh, one you don't need a real reason for, one that only good friends could share. It was a natural expression of joy, and that was all there was to it. We didn't need something as trivial as a reason.
 
RIIIIING
 
“Meh. Is it just me, or is lunch getting shorter and shorter?” Star asked nobody in particular, as she picked her backpack up. I shrugged.
 
“Time flies when you're havin' fun.” I said. Amy hung her head, looking miserable… haha, she sure did hate her biology class.
 
“Yeah, and time freezes when you're miserable…” She said.
 
“I think time hates us…” Added Star, with a comical expression. I chuckled at her.
 
“Well, if it were tangible I'm sure you and Amy could kick it's ass.” I said. Star and Amy both struck a funny looking muscle-man pose, and I couldn't help but snicker at it.
 
“You bet we could!” They said in unison. I shook my head, all the while chuckling at them.
 
“Well, speaking of time, I gotta go, cuz mine's short. Even shorter than YOU, Star. Ciao!” I said, turning about and running to my class, grabbing my bookbag from the table as I went.
 
“Hey!! Hit and run! I'll get you for that, you punk!” She shouted after me. I raised a hand to wave at them, not turning around or stopping.
 
“Love you, too! Later!” I shouted.
 
The next class I had was the last one of the day, but the longest. I rather enjoyed this class, though, seeing as it was English. I never really knew why, but I always enjoyed my English classes, and always excelled above everyone else in my class, concerning the literary arts. Maybe it was because I was a writer, (though I hadn't really written anything notable… not yet) maybe it was my fondness of vocabulary and grammar, heck, maybe it was just because I was good at it, I dunno.
 
Nevertheless, English went by slow. Everyone else in the class rejoiced at that fact that we didn't really have anything to do for the whole period (due to the sub's incompetence), but I was so horribly bored. I mean, I had friends in that class, and I did chat with them a bit, but I had my hopes set on reading some of the novel we were reading (as a class), but, seeing as the sub told everyone that they didn't have to read if they'd already read it, everybody, regardless of whether they'd read a single word out of the book, dropped the thing and started talking.
 
Now I, for one, have a very, VERY fragile attention span, so, needless to say, I could not, under any circumstances, read with people chattering in the background. A single little noise just shattered my ability to focus into a million pieces. I eventually gave up, and put the book down. People talked to me left and right, but I really wasn't paying much attention to them. I mean, talking was fun, but not when the whole conversation centers around gossip and rumors.
 
I took my pen and started to mark on the blank sheet of paper before me, but the ink didn't come. I shook it, and still, nothing. I didn't particularly care, but I found it odd… externally, there was nothing wrong with the pen. I wrote on my hand with it, and the ink came out, easily. I tried it on the paper again… nothing.
 
Curious, I unscrewed the pen to examine the part that held the ink. Nothing was wrong with it… the ink was full. I pulled it out and shook it again… nothing came. I turned it upside down, and… something strange happened…
 
…The ink came splashing out onto my paper, and some of it went on my shirt.
 
Everyone turned to look at me, and, rather than being embarrassed or cursing, I just laughed with them. Inside, I was cursing, but… well, one thing I know, society, especially teenagers, they're like wolves. If you get upset, or let your confidence, or attitude waver, it's like throwing them a steak, they tear it apart, and they bite your hand while they're at it.
 
“Hahaha, Joshy woshy have an accident?” Said a member of the football team, chastising me. I grinned at him, wry, and not about to lose my cool.
 
“Looks like it… Too bad I let your mom borrow my bib last night… man, she was a messy eater.” I countered, triggering everyone in the room to go `ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!'. He didn't look like the kind of person who could take a joke… in fact, he looked more or less like a sore loser, and, after seeing him in our last… 30 or so football games, I knew that he WAS.
 
Though I didn't show it externally, I was regretting doing that. This guy was the SSHS quarterback, and was probably about a foot taller than me, and about TWO feet wider. I couldn't begin to guess how badly he'd beat me in a fight, and I didn't want to know…
 
Of course, I'd never been in a fight in my entire life. I didn't want to, either, I mean, I was a pacifist, by nature. And, seeing as I didn't really have many enemies, I never had to worry about it. I was a lover, not a fighter, to put it simply. I grinned, though not mockingly, his face got red, and it wasn't with embarrassment… It was with rage. I felt uneasy when I saw the way he grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes at me.
 
That guy never said another word to me the rest of the class period… but then again, he didn't say anything at all to ANYBODY. He did, however, persist in staring at me, the look of hate in his eyes… Had I ticked him off that bad, I wondered?
 
Trying to avoid eye contact with him, I turned my attention back to my desk… and I saw something that kind of freaked me out. A bad omen, of sorts.
 
On my desk were the drops and blotches of my pen's jet-black ink. No big deal, right? I mean, I'd spilled it, so it came as no surprise…
 
…But what I noticed were the shapes.
 
They were vague and barely noticable, you might even have to squint, but…
 
…I could have SWORN for a moment, the ink looked like a black cat.
 
I always considered black cats a sign of good luck, considering my spiteful, twisted view of `luck'… in fact, I had a few strays that visited my porch every day, in search of me. (I fed them scraps quite often, so they always came back) But… I felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw it… Something I didn't like one bit, but couldn't explain, either. I felt like this was some kind of ill omen.
 
…And in the end, as usual, my gut-feeling was right.
 
End Chapter
 
Ok, you're probably wondering “What the hell, Yiff?” And I'll answer your question.
 
If you haven't figured it out, this story is a self insertion. This means that I, the story's self-indulgent author, am the main character, the narrator, and, in this case, victim, all in one.
 
Now, you're probably ALSO wondering, “What the bloody hell does any of this have to do with Sonic, Cream, or any of those characters?”
 
Well, this story is my way of meshing my reality with the world of Sonic X, but, seeing as I (as in me in the story) am telling it to you personally (the person sitting with me on the bench in the lonely park), I'm telling it in a way that I think you'd understand best, were you oblivious to the Sonic fandom, and all of that. So, the narration, as my way of capturing my own character, is rambling on, pointlessly, like I often do. Also, he's (I'm) also explaining it from the very beginning… and the beginning, it all started with a dream, and ended with a horrible mistake. (by ended, I mean the present time depicted in the prologue, after I made my horrible mistake, which you'll discover later)
 
So, needless to say, it all started with MY life, not the life of the Sonic characters… but… well, you'll see how I came to `cross their paths', as they did mine. I realize nothing I'm telling you is making ANY sense whatsoever, but this story itself is DESIGNED to be confusing, up until the end, in a ways that makes you go “OHHHHHHHHHHH!” A million times as you figure out what I meant, one by one, as you read the last few chapters. You're in the dark now, I know, but trust me, it will all come together… (I hope)
 
Stick with me, guys. You DO want to know what happens to poor lil' ol' me, right? (don't answer that ^_^;)
 
So please review!
 
Also, if you have a question about the story, please handle that in a review… provided I have a way to contact you, I'll do my absolute best to answer it ASAP. If not, I can always answer it within the story, or on the outskirts, within one of these little author's note…. thingies. Ok, so, yeah, I've blabbered on too much… Be patient, 2 will be here soon enough.
 
~YiffyOne