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Haunted- Sonic X Fanfic

Prologue

(Knuckles' POV)

'Zelkova has fallen. It's all my fault.' It had been two days since Sonic and the rest of us had figured out what the Mexerex's true form was, underneath that robotic shell. Also two days since I killed Zelkova! Everyone is so calm and happy now. 'How could they be?! Don't they realize?!' I truely didn't understand why no one seemed to care about his death. It really hurt me. I killed him, and now... I don't know what to think..." I am so... so... miserable. I can't even speak to anyone about how I feel now. Every time I tried, it was the same thing, "It's the enemy Knuckles! Get over yourself!" That's always what Amy would say, from Chris I would get this, "It's fine Knuckles, you'll feel better in a few days." Every word from them is only stressing me more. The only place where I can seek any sort of consolment, was with the Master Emerald, of coarse... It's warm glow would always reasurre me that everything would be just fine.

I stared at it now. 'Am I really wrong to feel bad? Shouldn't I be happy to get rid of Zelkova for good?' That, I was unsure of, A guardian's job was to protect, I had killed. It didn't matter if he was the enemy, or so according to my morals. Zelkova could have been redeemed with hard work, and yet..... I killed him. Now, everytime I thought about it, I'd feel sick to my stomach. That was the only thing in my mind, I can't even escape it in my sleep! That same thing, me, punching him into that pit of lava, and failing to save him, would replay into my mind over and over and OVER AGAIN!! I had let him die, and yet, I still dare to call myself a guardian. Cosmo had told me that I was gifted with a trusting heart, but no.... I was cursed with it.

Later now, everyone is eating, but not me. I told Chris that I did not feel well. Which was the truth to an extent. My stomach is churning right now, I feel so nauseous.... but why? Everyone could tell that I was miserable, but did they care?! Do they!? OF COURSE NOT!!! My mind was so jumbled and sluggish, and my stomach was so sick. Am I ill? Or perhaps it was my gut wrenching guilt, of killing the "enemy".

Description
Haunted- Sonic X Fanfic

Prologue

(Knuckles' POV)

'Zelkova has fallen. It's all my fault.' It had been two days since Sonic and the rest of us had figured out what the Mexerex's true form was, underneath that robotic shell. Also two days since I killed Zelkova! Everyone is so calm and happy now. 'How could they be?! Don't they realize?!' I truely didn't understand why no one seemed to care about his death. It really hurt me. I killed him, and now... I don't know what to think..." I am so... so... miserable. I can't even speak to anyone about how I feel now. Every time I tried, it was the same thing, "It's the enemy Knuckles! Get over yourself!" That's always what Amy would say, from Chris I would get this, "It's fine Knuckles, you'll feel better in a few days." Every word from them is only stressing me more. The only place where I can seek any sort of consolment, was with the Master Emerald, of coarse... It's warm glow would always reasurre me that everything would be just fine.

I stared at it now. 'Am I really wrong to feel bad? Shouldn't I be happy to get rid of Zelkova for good?' That, I was unsure of, A guardian's job was to protect, I had killed. It didn't matter if he was the enemy, or so according to my morals. Zelkova could have been redeemed with hard work, and yet..... I killed him. Now, everytime I thought about it, I'd feel sick to my stomach. That was the only thing in my mind, I can't even escape it in my sleep! That same thing, me, punching him into that pit of lava, and failing to save him, would replay into my mind over and over and OVER AGAIN!! I had let him die, and yet, I still dare to call myself a guardian. Cosmo had told me that I was gifted with a trusting heart, but no.... I was cursed with it.

Later now, everyone is eating, but not me. I told Chris that I did not feel well. Which was the truth to an extent. My stomach is churning right now, I feel so nauseous.... but why? Everyone could tell that I was miserable, but did they care?! Do they!? OF COURSE NOT!!! My mind was so jumbled and sluggish, and my stomach was so sick. Am I ill? Or perhaps it was my gut wrenching guilt, of killing the "enemy".