Name: A Black Dude 2007-01-26 12:06
An Assassin of my Heart by Mechaknucles ( LIKES TO ASS FUCK LITTLE BOYS)
The guy who wrote this fanfic molested me!!!!!!! HE TOUCHED MY PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Shadow, The Firm's top lap dog, has been assigned a new partner. He assumed that the partner will be like the others, who died at their own hands. BUt something is different, and there is a change in the wind. Perhaps, this could be true love...
Rating: NC17 - Adult
Categories: Sonadow
Characters: Shadow x Sonic, Sonic x Shadow
Genres: Adventure, Angst, Romance/Fluff
Warnings: Blood, Nudity, Sex, Swearing
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2006.02.19
Updated: 2006.07.09
Index
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Chapter 2: The Firm
Chapter 3: It Never Gets Easier
Chapter 4: Innocence Destroyed
Chapter 5: Stab of Love
Chapter 6: Destructive Memories
Chapter 7: Past and Present
Chapter 8: Alone
Chapter 9: Father
Chapter 10: Final Chaos
Chapter 11: FAQ (Possible Spoiler!!!!!)
Chapter 12: Epilogue
Chapter 13: Alternate Epilogue
Chapter 1: First Encounter
I do not own, and probably never will own SEGA, or any characters that they make. THis is purely for the fun and love of writing for the enjoyment of my readers and those who are nice enough to review. Thank you for reading.
This Chapter is clean, but this story should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Do not read if you are under the age of majority.
First Encounter
It is rainy this mourning. I was just getting up from my sleep, but even in my dreams, I do not stop working. I am nothing more than a tool, I had to face that and I did. A mere puppet that the military control, pulling me by my puppet strings, forcing me to kill off whomever they did not approve of. Yeah, I am a hit man. I wish I could say that I am safe in my dreams, but I’m not. I stretched out as I set up, my spines were messy, much like they always are. People run from me, they no the end is near by my spines; the red screams blood and the black beckons death, I, myself, am too scared to look in the mirror, sometimes.
I turned my feat off the edge of the bed and looked out of my window. To the rainy day I heard earlier. Drizzle, that was all to be heard in the diminutive apartment, nothing more. I got up quickly, standing straight up. I walked over to the bathroom, which was surprisingly large for the petite apartment. I turned on the sink and brushed my teeth. It was not very exciting, just another chore for the day.
I felt cold as I looked up into my own clouded red eyes. I looked like death, hell I had his job so I might as well. I took a quick shower and came back out, soaked; my fur, dripping wet. The white truffle on my chest usually fluffed out but now clung tightly against my chest. I walked into my apartment, now that I was dry.
I never turned on any of the lights. I never really needed it and the light hurt my eyes, because I worked in the dark, I lived in the dark, I was the dark. I am the reason kids sleep with the lights on, with the doors open a crack. I am all of the threats of the night. I do not sleep for days, sometimes weeks. I work too hard, I work too long, I am too good at what I do, I should be dead, but I am not though I beckon death with every fiber of my being, he taunts me and refuses to come, and sometimes, I hear the wind whisper, “Hang on a little longed, it is worth the wait.”
And so I do, I wait, I keep waiting, I cannot stand waiting.
I walked out of my apartment, my hand moves to turn off lights that were never on. A coat hangs in my hand, though I am wearing no other clothes. I am thin and my face looks as if I have not eaten for days. This is a good thing, because I do not appear threatening, until after you are dead.
The office I work at is a secret. Ironically enough, it is the largest building in the city, and is next to the courthouse. But it is a secret because, no one ever enters or leaves the building, at least, not what from the people can see. I went into the subway but instead of taking the main car, I took a left and headed for the elite car. It was a phony, because halfway through the next destination, it would disconnect and go into a hole that led under The Firm.
I sat down and all of my coworkers moved away from me. It was around this time I noticed an unfamiliar face, some blue kid. He looked to be the age I am, or rather, the age I was created at. Being perpetually the same age is an advantage, but you can never seem to fit in very well. The kid came and sat beside me, obviously happy to see an empty seat. He sat down and smiled at me. He was a hedgehog all right, and had a laptop in his pile of books, which he was holding. His spines were messy but not as much as mine. His smile was kind of cute. Wait, did I just . . . no, I must still be tired from that 3-week mission on Tesarugo.
“Hello there.” His voice was cool, collective, confident. His eyes were an emerald green and he was not wearing any clothes either. He must have gotten special permission to, but that would only mean that . . . “So, I heard that I was going to be working as an assassin, an apprentice to . . . ” His voice trailed off, but I knew why. He started digging through papers, searching for something.
“Shadow?” I asked him, praying he would say no.
“Oh, well yes . . . but how do you know.” He replied to me. He was holding up an assignment paper.
“I figured they would do this to me” I whispered to myself, holding my head.
“Are you okay, you look like you have taken something . . . illegal, can I offer you an aspirin?” The hedgehog held out a bottle from his pocket. I just looked at the kid, staring him up and down. Why would they do this to me? The last time I had a partner he died, just trying to keep up with me. Maybe they thought that another hedgehog could do better. I took the bottle and poured out two of its contents. I threw them in my mouth and swallowed.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He replied, almost too happy.
“By the way, I’m Shadow, and you are . . . ?” I asked him, not looking up.
“Oh, really? I was expecting someone stronger.” He replied.
“They always do . . . ”
“Anyway, my name is Sonic.” He stuck out his hand kindly, apparently not hearing my semi-sarcastic response. I could not believe myself as I stuck out my hand and shook his hand. It was at this moment that the bus came to a stop and everyone in the elite car got off.
I assisted Sonic on carrying everything up to what was now our office. “Now, I will take the time to explain a few things,” I began to Sonic after setting things in my office. “First, where do you live?”
“In an apartment downtown . . . ” he replied, being cut off by me.
“Sell the place. My boss is going to force you to move in with me. Second, anything I tell you to do on any mission, you do, unless the man across the hall tells you otherwise. We are going to be required to do everything together, with only a few minor exceptions. Those are the rules he will give you, and here is my only one, do not go through my things.” He could only hear the menacing tone underlining everything I said.
“Um, I do not think that will be a problem.” He shivered a bit when he responded.
“Good let’s go.” I got up and went across the hall, and he followed. After being in there for about two hours, hearing a longer more legalized version of what I told him, he signed business contracts and we left. I started to head to the elevator and he asked, “Where are we going?”
“Right you are new to this. You see this?” I asked to him while holding up the contract he just signed.
“Yeah”
“Good then read every third letter.” He read it out loud saying, skipping every to read only certain letters “Go to Central Hall. Your target is Mojha Taro. He will arrive at three thirty.”
“That is why he gave me the contract, everything he gives me is a mission.” He then ran back to my office and grabbed his laptop and came back, and to be honest, e moved fast enough that I did not notice. I laughed quietly to myself after seeing his backpack suddenly appear and his laptop disappear.
“Maybe, you won’t be so bad after all.”
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Chapter 2: The Firm
The Firm
The tram from The Firm rocked slowly, so little so that it was almost unnoticeable. We sat next to each other in an uttermost uncomfortable silence. I found it enjoyable, as I was used to being alone, but I could tell sonic was upset since he could not find anything to talk about. Before long, I sprawled out on the empty seat. Not many rode at this time since they were all doing the paper work at the firm.
Finally, Sonic thought of something to say, “Hey, who spends time making contracts so that the letters tell the missions?”
“It is in the contractor’s job to do that. But if it is a formal letter, it will be done by the boss. It just depends on the form of which we receive the instructions.” I said uninterested. I then realized I gave away a lot of extra information. I decided to blame it on my old age.
“I see.” Replied the Hedgehog. He opened his mouth again and asked, “Who is this Mojha Taro anyway?”
“Oh right,” I said, slightly annoyed to be interrupted in mid thought, “He is a judge who has been accused of accepting bribes. He went to court for it, but the firm must still think he is guilty.”
“I see, so what does the firm want to do to him when we bring him back?” Sonic asked innocently.
“Wait, did they not tell you your job?” I asked concerned, they did this last time. I had a flashback to my partner’s death. My old apartment balcony, I came out from the bathroom, still brushing my teeth. I checked because I heard a noise, and he was there, sitting on the railing. His eyes stared into mine, his crimson eyes that I saw burn with passion. He waved his hand and flipped off....
“No, they said you would tell me.”
“I see, well. We are not bringing him back.” I replied, guilty of this.
After what seemed like an eternity for me, I felt the waves of air begin to enter his mouth. I heard the words I feared, “Then what will we do with him?”
“We, we kill him . . . ” I said sorrowfully. His mouth held agape. The firm does not hire people through applications. They watch your grades, your day to day life. They learn everything about you. Then, if you are good enough, you receive a summons. If you ignore it, you are killed. So, he never had a chance to avoid it. “I’m sorry.” I said before he could respond. “But it gets easier every time.”
“It can’t.” He replied calmly. “At least, not really. I bet . . . that it kills you every time you have to do it . . . and if you don’t the firm kills you.”
So he did know...I could not tell him I actually enjoyed my job; he just looked so helpless, and I wanted to help him, to tell him it would be okay. I wanted to hold him. “Terrific. So I am stuck with Dr. Happy forever huh?” I said to lighten the mood.
He looked up at me. “You know Shadow, I don’t think is will be that bad, at least, not as long as you are here for me.” My mind rushed with unfamiliar feelings . . . I could not understand what was happening. In the hundreds of years I lived, I never felt this way, I never...
Suddenly, the bus stopped. I was ready with my quick reflexes but Sonic flew from his seat, back pack flying ahead of him. I dodged the bag, but placed myself to catch Sonic. He slammed into me, harder than expected causing me to fall on my back. He was on top of me, and looked embarrassed. I asked what is wrong, but he just said, “I-I’m sorry, Shadow, I didn’t mean to...It just happened when I landed on you...”
I did not know what he was referring to. I remember catching him and my heart quickening. I figured it was from the sudden need for energy to move quickly, but now that I think about the incident, my heart’s pace increasedjust as he landed on me and our lips touched, just ever so slightly. I felt my mind wanting more.
It was at that moment, that I said, “DO you mind getting off, you ‘hog rider.” I meant that to be sarcastic, but Sonic blushed even redder, and to think that possible. His face blue up and was redder than a Cherry. I thought he might blow, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him with his book bag in my left hand.
After an hour break, I decided he had calmed down. I wondered why he acted so strange. He appeared to have something on mind, but I did not wanna through gas on a fire. We were walking along the side walk when we came to an apartment complex. He walked in and came out in five minutes. “What did you do in there?” I asked, knowingly.
“I sold my apartment. I got two thousand from my down payment. I kept up with my rent, so I get it back.”
“Good, did you keep anything?” I inquired.
“Just what I could fit in my bag.” Sonic replied. I could tell he hated leaving his old life. But, I wondered, how much would he give to get it back. “Wait, I have to go say by to Mrs. Caron. I will be right back.” He zoomed up the stairs and was back down in 3 minutes.
We left the apartment and headed for mine. He walked behind me with his head down. I tried to enjoy the bliss of silence, but I could not help but think of Sonic. I turned onto the main road and I pointed at my apartment from the corner. “It is a beautiful penthouse Sonic, really it is.” He smiled widely and most likely started dreaming of life living there. “Race yah?” I said, daring the hedgehog to accept my challenge.
“Ready?” He asked.
I then suddenly replied, “GO!” We took off like lightening from a cloud. We ran fast, weaving through the traffic and people in the sidewalk and roads. Run, turn, twirl, dodge, speed up, slow down, and watch out were the only words my mind could think. I moved so fast that no one could tell I was next to them. My feet slid back and forth, as if I were roller blading. I looked to my side to see my new partner running like normal, back down straight, legs moving in a circle formation, and his hands stretched in placed behind him. My hands followed my feet, one going out from me while the other came closer.
We both reached the Lobby in record time and rushed up the closed corridor of the stairs. This was tougher for me because I now had to run like Sonic to fit and so that I would not fall from my normal running style. Sonic was only slightly behind me, when I realized he had a handicap over me, the book bag. I sped up to max speed, and as if reading my thoughts, Sonic did the same. As we closed in on the final floor, we both breathed heavy. Sweat poured under our fur. With every step, our sweat flew off our brow and into the other’s face.
“I knew I’d win!” I heard myself say as I stopped and tagged the door just 2 seconds before Sonic.
“Cheater, I had this damn bag.”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling him in closer romantically, teasingly, “And that is what will make you so damn special.
A/N Well, Shadow’s personality, and part of his past, are both revealed in this chapter. I find his personality is much like a coin. It has two sides. One is completely emotional, and the other is just good ol’ business. In this chapter, I feel like you all find Shadow’s softer side, but do not worry Shadow lovers! (I know there is a lot, after all, he has PLENTY to go around.) Um, I am thinking the good lemon is in three chapters. Death in one and um, more detail, plot work in 2. So, yeah, I think that is it for now. Also, expect a plot hole here or there. If you tell it to me quickly, I will try to fix it.
Love yah for reading!
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Chapter 3: It Never Gets Easier
It Never Gets Easier
I waited outside my, no, our bedroom. My fur was already the color of darkness, but his screamed “COME AND GET ME!” I had him pick out an old outfit of mine to wear on missions. The last thing I needed was for him to leave me vulnerable in a situation. “Are you quite done in there?” I said banging on the door.
I heard his reply and laughed, “Yeah, but it is so uncomfortable!” He said, putting emphasis on words like he was begging me to not make him wear it.
“Come on out, we have to go to finish this on time.” I said staring on my watch. It was already a quarter till three, and that gave me only ten minutes for small talk. I liked to chat with people around the city, and they always liked the idea that I was on their side, to stick up for them.
“Fine, but I feel silly.” Said the Blue Hedgehog coming out of “our” bedroom. He stopped and placed his left hand on his hip, his other arm fell behind him while he just stared at me. He had picked out my third out fit, the one that made the girls stare at me. It had a spiked belt that went through only one belt loop, causing it to fall of the right side. The pants were a sharp black, very clean and were skin-tight. I always thought the shirt was made to show off one’s build, and seeing Sonic in it proved my thesis. Instead of his usual white gloves, he replaced those with a pair of my black ones, also designed to match this suit.
“You look hot in that Sonic” I commented before I could stop myself. My pulse quickened when I first saw him, but as the words left my mouth, my heart stopped. I was in disbelief that I said such a thing.
“Your right Shadow, and you should know how stuffy it gets since you once wore it.” Sonic said, not catching my real meaning.
“Yeah, anyway, let’s get going, City Hall is just three blocks that way.” I said pointing to it out the Window. Instead of looking at the building, he did what my old partnerwould always do. He stared at the sky. He then asked me the familiar words. I heard my partner say them as he did, “Why is the sky always gray?”
My mind burst as thousands of familiar moments crossed my mind. My partner asked this question once, and then we became more than friends. I fell in love, and I was falling again. And after we would play around, or if I was serious or thinking about work, he would always lighten the mood with, “Why is the sky gray?”
Suddenly, he asked again, and I was brought back to the real world. Not the memory world where I would respond, “Because I am not thinking about you.” No, not that world. That world is gone and lost, maybe, forever.
“All of the smoke from the factories, have altered the sky color . . . You know Sonic,” I said, and before I could stop myself, I told him a secret The Firm tells no one, “The sky was once blue.” If that had been any other place, alarms at the firm would be going off, telling everybody there who said that and when. A search party would be out and they would hunt you down to kill you. But not here, here, you could say anything. I demanded an immunity from ‘bugs’ due to other reasons, but it always came in handy for little talk like this.
“Really?”
“Yes, as blue as your skin, and the grass was as wonderful as your emerald eyes, color and everything.”
“Wow, I never knew . . . but why doesn’t the people know. All the people on this planet . . . ” I didn’t hear what Sonic said, those words, they reminded me of something . . . but what? I remember the first slogan of The Firm, “For all the people on this planet, that we can give them a chance, to be happy.” It was an idea of the first CEO. But she passed away, and had no children. She was killed in a Military accident. She was supposed to go to another country and converse in order ti avoid war. I remember fighting in that war, because her plane went down, and everyone survived but her. The opposing nation was insulted when she did not arrive, and opened fire . . . And as the greater, we crushed them in battle.
“I suppose we should leave.” Sonic again awoke from my dream with his statement. I looked at the clock which said it was five past three.
“Let’s go.” I said, and headed out the door.
The moment we reached City Hall, I could tell The Firm had everything set up. The place was virtually abandoned. It was a Sunday, so the only workers were a policeman, a receptionist, and two judges. And one of those judges is Mojha Taro. I told Sonic to run just behind me. Just as the Gaud turned his back, we sprinted through the metal detectors, causing them to go off just as a visitor stepped into it. The Policeman took the businessman to the back for a strip search.
I immediately headed for a door with a sign saying ‘Authorized Personnel only. Judges Corridor.’
I opened the door and Sonic slammed it behind us. Back at the house, I had stuffed his back pack with a knife, and his laptop, because he needed to be the one to do the deed.
We continued down the hall which was nothing but a few candles here and there for lighting. As I moved through, I saw him. HE had on a white wig, which had white hair, rolled in the usual manner, a black robe of sorts, the required judge attire. But, he was taking money from a well-dressed man, who was “thanking him for his time.” The man began running for the far door, which was around 40 feet. I then said, “Sonic, do the job, all you need is in your bag. I will get this joker before he gets away.” Sonic stared at me, pleading that he did not have need to do so. I simply had my eyes tell him, “Rule 2: If I tell you to do something on a mission, you do it.”
He carefully reached behind his back into his bag and pulled out the knife. It was an untraceable knife since I made it by hand. Taro took off fleeing for the door opposite of the man I had to catch.
Sonic and I made one last glance at each other, and he hesitantly bowed his head to me. I knew it would pain him, but the first time is always the hardest. With that small look into his eyes, I was off, sliding back and fourth with great velocity, I heard Sonic’s quick steps behind me. He could not hear mine, since my shoes kept me from hitting ground. Before long, I was in distance, and reached into my belt and said all that was legally required, “Freeze!” I gave him 1 second before I threw the it straight at his heart. His blood spilled against the wall, and by some God willing chance, some of the crimson liquid put out a candle.
Crimson eyes, almost the color of blood, the potion of life. I stared at the liquid, wishing, hoping. I saw him, dead again, a single tear fell from my eye. I knew all along . . . Sonic was right. I walked down the long corridor, to where Sonic was sitting, his eyes staring at his hands in disbelief. The mangle body of Taro was massacred beyond all recognition. “You, your right, Sonic.”
“About what?”
Unwanted memories flowed into my mind. My eyes filled with unshed tears. Unwanted thoughts, feelings, and emotions. “It never does get, any easier. Just, harder.”
A/N AHH! *Cries* I wanted more Gore! But I kept rewriting paragraphs and it just got more and more soft! WHY!?
Oh well, I am an emotional wreck, and this story is affected by this living train crash. I like it though, it is coming out quite well, a little too romantic, but good nonetheless. I am thinking that Lemon might be next chapter, I still wanna make you wait for it, but a lot of the story line came out in this, so did the history of Shadow. (Who is getting my emotional distress.) I feel bad for people on FF.net who lost all my love this weekend. (I am giving it to you, lucky rascals.) I may stop writing for a few days and throw them a bone, so that might be why I go away for a little bit. Hope you all liked it! REVIEW!
Also, last chapter is for Gaz san and Kistune because, I uh, forgot to post Chpt. 2 (Which I have literally two other versions of) for a really long time before you reviewed and then I was like, I remember this now and so I posted and got like 3 more reviews! This one is for all my other Reviewers and if I was not so lazy, I would post it there, but it is here so :p. My first chapter is dedicated to my first reviewer on this site EVER! To sonadowluver93. Thanks to all my reviewers!
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Chapter 4: Innocence Destroyed
Innocence Destroyed
Sonic was home by the time I arrived. I had gone out to buy groceries for to prepare dinner with, but I figured Sonic would not wish to eat. As I walked into my apartment, I saw him, staring out the window. He looked so alone, so abandoned. I went over to him and he asked, “Why?”
“Sonic, you did the right thing.” I replied in the softest voice I could muster. How guilty he must have felt. What could I do to help him? I then asked, “Maybe if you tell me what happened, you might feel better.”
“I...I guess so.” Was his response. I could tell he was very hesitant to open up to me, most likely because I forced him into his first kill. He soon began his story, “Well, when you looked at me, I knew that I should not question you. You gave me a glare, the kind that makes people do what they need to without question. I reached for the knife in my bag. And Taro’s face lit up in fear, he knew that he was going to die. He ran for his life. I do not know why he thought he could escape the inevitable...I do not understand why I committed this homicide...” I reached out with my arm and placed it upon his shoulder.
“I watched him coldly, I was down on one knee. The dagger was in my left hand which I held out slightly to keep it away from my body. His run was an odd one, he swayed back and fouth, clumsily. He looked back at me with his pudgy hand stuck out from his body. I then said to myself ‘Ready, set, Go.’ At that very moment, I sped off after him.” He shivered as he said that. He was on the floor and I was sitting in my chair next to him. He stopped there and looked out the window.
“Then what happened?” I questioned. I prayed that this would not be pressuring, but I also knew that holding things inside is very unhealthy.
“I sprinted after him. My feet clapped against the stone floor. The flames swayed as I passed them at my high speed. He looked back again and this time, I knew was the moment. I threw the knife straight at his face. He barely had time to think again before it lodged itself in his head, and he screamed in pain.” I could not recall a scream. I realized that I truly did float into my own world on this mission. I worried that I may do that too often. But he still had more to tell, “And so, he fell back and pulled the knife out of his head. Blood drizzled from the cut and down his cheek. I felt so cold, but I still couldn’t stop myself. I picked up the knife that he had threw aside.”
He came into me, just then and hugged me. He held tightly, and I placed my hand onto his head. “He . . . he asked me to show mercy. I could feel my eyes narrow at his request. I kneeled down beside his head. He kept telling me that this was wrong, and that he did not deserve to die.” My stomach lurched, I felt responsible fo this, all of it. “I was just sick of his talking. I called him a liar and slashed his throat. He threw up blood and then kept trying to talk, but it came out hoarser due to my cut. I slashed him again so that he would stop saying his lies.He coughed up more blood and could speak no more, never again.” His eyes spilled tears into my dry fur, causing it to stick together messily. He held onto me tighter and I got out of the chair and sat next to him. “I...I slashed his face, but he was not dead, so I slashed his again, and again and again and...”
“Enough.” I said to stop his pain. I heard all I wanted to. He had to have relieved himself of enough pain by now.
“And then . . . I remember where . . . where blood flows. I stood up. He stared at me through his right eye, since I had slashed the other one open. A clear liquid flowed from it, which was more metallic than water, but not at all gray or dense. I threw the knife at him one last time and watched it sink into his chest. It was an eternity until it pierced his heart and he became motionless. I feel into his crimson blood, remembering who I really am, not a murderer. And then you came.”
“Sonic . . . I am . . . ” I began to whisper into his ear, but again he interrupted me.
“No Shadow . . . You saved my life . . . If I had failed this mission . . . I’d be dead now. Thank you.” He began to hug me tighter, and he said words I have longed to hear since I met him, just earlier today, which seemed like an eternity. I knew him so well, and no matter how much I wanted it, I could have never prepared myself for it. He said this, “Shadow, I love you.”
A/N I feel this was needed before my "spicy" chapter. Also, I have some bad news, we are already half way through the story. Sad I know, but, I already have these last few planned out, so I am going to post their names here:
(5) Pouring your Heart into Mine (might change), (6) Destructive Memories, (7) Coming to Terms, (8) Sonic's First Solo Mission, (9) Revelation of Memory, (10) ThE eNd!, (Bonus) Alternate/continued Ending, "11" Epilogue
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Chapter 5: Stab of Love
Stab of Love
My heart kept pounding in my chest. He was watching out the window into the gray sky, the clouds forever moving. No sun to be seen, just a dull gray light sweeping over the city below it. “Shadow, I really mean it. I had fallen for you long ago, but you...”
Me? Could I have frightened him, or had I done something to make him realize he loved me? Wait. Do . . . do I love him? Well . . . Do I not care for him? Does he not make my heart pound? Do I not care for him deeply? I did indeed, “I love you also.” I admitted without another thought.
I did not think he heard, until he pulled back and stared into my eyes. I then wondered what he saw there, because he pulled himself on top of my leg. His arms were holding his body so that his head was just in front of mine.
I think I was the one to kiss him, and he kissed back. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and fought licked at his teeth. He pulled them apart and fought back against the intrusion. He attempted to push my tongue back into my mouth which I allowed, feeling that I had crossed some dreaded line, but no, instead, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and it was my turn to fight. He sat on my legs, which were together. His were apart and draped over the side. I rubbed his cheek with my right hand.
His tongue licked over my teeth and took special care to lick my fangs. The intruder then retreated into Sonic’s mouth, and then he pulled away and gasped for air. I began to breathe heavily as my tongue ran over my own teeth on it’s own. Excitement began to affect my thigh region, but I was trained to have complete control over myself, or . . . I thought I did.
For the first time since I arrived at my residence, I noticed that he was still wearing the leather from the mission earlier. He had some blood on the glove, and I looked to the table beyond him, where a bloody knife lay along with his book bag. But why did I notice these now? Could I have been so caught up in Sonic’s feelings that I did not check my surroundings before coming in?
But these thoughts distracted me from what Sonic was doing. I finally glanced back at him just in time to find him sleeping, leaning against my chest. He looked so beautiful, with his spines turned down, and his eyes shut. His small frame held onto me desperately. I came to a true realization that I loved him, more than I have ever loved anyone. I wanted him to be with me always...
My partner was shifting uncomfortably in his sleep. His, my, shirt was torn. I knelt down and pushed my arms under him in order to pick him up. I stood up with him and noticed how light he was. I carried him to “our” bedroom and laid him on the bed.
I went off to the kitchen and began cooking dinner for myself. I made a little extra in case Sonic woke up. This turned out to be a very fortunate happening as he came in an hour later, to find me reading my book, while my dinner became cold. I decided not to eat, but as he sat down at the table, my appetite rushed back and my stomach growled. I looked at Sonic who was dress again in just his blue fur. I gazed into the green orbs of his eye. I could feel myself longing for him, wishing for him, needing him...
“This is wonderful.” He commented, breaking the almost awkward silence. I was taken aback to this at first, but I was snapped back to reality once more.
“Thank you Sonic.”
“Did you mean it?”
Shocked, I answered, “Mean what?” I knew full well what he meant . . . or I thought I did. I decided to play safe and act dumb.
“I...I wanted to know . . . Shadow . . . do you love me as I love you?” Sonic asked, turning his beautiful eyes away from my own.
“Of course Sonic, I will always love you.” I said a tad annoyed with the need for repetition. “Sonic,” I began, getting up and walking to the other side of the table, “I will always be there for you.”
Sonic pushed the white fur in my chest abruptly causing me to fall upon my back. He came tumbling down with me and kissed me deeply. I fought back with my tongue and pushed his back into the hot cavern of his mouth. I slid my tongue over teeth and toyed with his tongue a little.
I suddenly broke the kiss and gasped when I felt his paw searching for my slit. The heat of his hand caused me to become erect and my cock came out from my furry sheath. I then noticed Sonic’s own member press against mine and he began toying with it slightly. He soon lowered himself from my view, causing me to push my head up to see where he went.
I looked up just in time to see him at our bedroom door, waving his finger in a most seductive way. I felt as if I had no choice but to follow, and so I did. I walked cautiously into my bedroom and found him laying out on the black comforter atop my bed. He began to stroke himself as I came walked forward, closing his eyes. I pulled myself onto the bed and he reopened his eyes slowly. His hand stopped its pleasing motion, and came and touched my own prick. He massaged it lightly.
I groan allowed, much to Sonic’s pleasure. He released his grip and pressed into my mouth with his tongue. When he released from the passionate kiss, he rolled me over and pulled himself over me. He took my cock into his mouth and began to suckle it gently. In this position, I was able to take his into my mouth as well. My member pulsated in his mouth, pushing me ever closer to the edge.
He let go of me and then slowly licked the head while massaging the rest of it’s legth with his hand. Rubbing it slowly. I released his from my mouth, with some difficulty, and pushed him off. Though I most certainly enjoyed giving my new lover oral as he did the same, I had other things in mind.
He looked at me, and gave me a sheepish grin, realizing what I wanted. He laid back on the bed and lifted both legs. I closed my hand in a fist except for my index finger and rubbed Sonic’s entrance causing him to become more aware of what I was doing. I noticed his dick started to throb slightly, which made me more aware of the ache between my own legs.
I carefully penetrated the tail hole and pushed into him, searching. As I found my mark, his prostrate, he moaned loudly and pleaded, “Shadow . . . please . . . continue, I need you in me . . .” His voice was soft and needing, begging for me to move faster. I massaged his prostate again, rewarding me with more moans from my lovers mouth.
I kept in mind that I needed to stretch him more with my probing to ease the eventual pain from my own cock. The ache was becoming almost unbearable and I feared that my release would come too soon. As the worries crossed my mind, I added a second finger to speed up the process.
He gritted his teeth and sucked in air as I did so, but I relieved his pain by using both fingers to rub his prostrate again. This led to an odd groan of pleasure and pain.
As I continued to slide at my fingers in and out of his tight hole, I could see that he wanted to be fucked even harder. I pulled my fingers completly out and lined the tip of my prick with his tight cavern. I draped his legs over my shoulders and then looked deeply into his eyes, which looked much like long lost emeralds. I could see he was anxious for me to continue.
Sonic bit his lip as I pushed my head and a few inches through the tight ring of muscle. Sonic panted wildly, as if to somehow ease the pain of his stretched opening. He soon growled in contentment, ready for me to push myself completely into him. I obliged and pressed further, pushing my pulsing member into his tight, wet opening.
I allowed the blue hedgehog to become more accustomed with my rough intrusion. I had my hands on his thigh through the initial penetration, but I allowed one to reach out to his face, in a way to tell him, ‘Everything is okay.’
At the touch of my caressing hand, he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me towards him. He licked my face and begged me to continue, telling me how we wanted me. He released me so that I could pull out, and I came almost completely out of him, before I plunged harshly into the depths of Sonic. He groaned, “Harder...faster...”
I only needed an order once before following it, so I picked up speed to go as fast as my hips could, grinding him into the plushness of my bed. I could feel myself go deeper and deeper with each trust, hitting his prostrate, forcing him to moan at each hit.
I could feel that he too slid down on my rigid prick. He growled, wanting, needing. He continued to slam his body against my strong, quick thrust.
My climax was building, and I excitedly grasped Sonic’s dick. I pumped him hard and fast, in rhythm with my thrust. Due to pumping his large cock and slamming into his prostate, Sonic began to spray his seed, fangs bared. Sonic’s creamy essence coated our chest.
As this event occurred, I could feel his inner muscles tighten around my pulsing, engorged cock. I thrust into my lover one last time before exploding into him. I screamed his name to the cloudy heavens above, he did the same, except in turn, he shouted my name.
My lungs emptied and I fell upon him, having already pulled from inside him. I pulled myself next Sonic and looked at him tiredly. He was already asleep, so I just watched him, his careful breathing. He rolled into me, pushing his head into my chest, seeking warmth. I held my arms tightly around him and whispered into his folded-down ear, “I love you too.”
A/N: DAMN YOU TIME LINE! I find it hard myself that this could all happen in a day, at the same time, I feel it rather believable...@_@(
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Chapter 6: Destructive Memories
Destructive Memories
My nightmares . . . They taunt me in ways most would find cruel, and rather unusual. Our love, was a banned one, and though it was wrong, it felt so right. I lusted after him, and made him the sole object of my affection. Our love made time fly, neigh I tell you, time soared.
A rare happening, though a faint, and quickly destroyed one, for the sun’s most gorgeous rays shot through the clouds for just a moment. My mind’s chains broke and I felt like I myself had sprouted wings, to go unto the heavens . . .
But alas, my life is a curse. For reasons uknown, I cannot die. I am unable to die. I (underline)will never (underline/) die. I could not be an angel, but I am. A fallen angel, one who can love as mortals but still maintain an infinite life, but a cursed one.
This...is how I explain the reason I have no memories. This must be the reason . . . but then . . . whose are these faint traces of what I dub memory? To whom do they belong? Ceartainly not I for I have fallen from the sky . . .
Oddly . . . one name recurred in my mind . . . by an ominous voice and his sorrowful words, ‘Why . . . Maria . . . have you let this happen . . . ’
I thought of memories Sonic brought back to my mind, those that had been with me. I stood up from my chair in the living area and headed to my bedroom. I saw Sonic, going through my things. I rushed at him and grabbed his hand violently. “How long have you done this?!” I was in shock, he broke my trust. I thought I could trust him. And . . .
And I looked at what he had found. It was a document with beautifully neat script on it. The parchment was aged and yellow. I began to read the letter:
(Bold)Dear Shadow,
You are correct, if we wish for us to become truly closer, then we should not keep secrets from eachother. I have been keeping this secret to myself for so long...and now I must tell you of it. You see your body...is sealed with the...(Bold/)
The page was smudged, as if ink had spilled on it. I looked to Sonic who told me he read it. His eyes were filled with tears and pieces of the parchment were stained with them. The increase of curiosity from this sight forced me to read on.
(Bold) . . . there are consequences to using this. Now, there is not secret I have held from you.
Your Love,
Maria (Bold/)
“Sonic, are you crying because we were lovers?” The very faint memories of her came back to me, my first true love. But then, Sonic revealed something to me.
“Turn it around.”
(Italics) Shadow, I am a professor, and your main creator. I invented you to be a body guard of the CEO for The Firm, Maria. You attended her flight to the foreign country. On that flight something happen that I have no time to write the full story. Because of this, she died. (Italics/)
I could tell by the ink that this was written in the same, or at least similar, ink to the smudges on the front. That most likely means that whoever attempted to prevent me from reading the full letter also wanted me to read this. But why. And can I trust this information.
I then heard words from Sonic, “Shadow, what could have happened?”
Memories flashed before my eyes. I dropped the note. I fell onto the floor, my eyes slammed shut and I heard a dull thud. I felt someone holding my hand. I turned to them and found it to be an attractive young lady. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were second best to her genius as she talked of her peace talk. She planned on really ‘wowing’ them.
I then saw us get on a plane. It was very fancy, and exquisite. We waved to the camera’s, blue skies above. As the plane took off, I looked out the side. I felt, even then, that this would be my last look at the green grass. The plane took off and I watched everyone, feeling the tense air of the situation.
Then, I remember waking up with the scent of blood all around me . . . I find taste blood and metal in my mouth. I spat in order to eliminate the fowl taste and then I truly open my eyes. I see barren land about me. I find my right arm is cut deeply. My left arm is behind me and I wondered if it was still attached. I look around and all feeling leaves me. I see her . . . Maria. I then notice the flash of sirens I cannot hear. A bald man with a red mustache is put in the car. He looks at Maria and I before being put in the car. My memory stops here, abruptly with only darkness left.
Later, I was told that I had been conscienceless for years due to an accident. They told me of a sudden attack by the foreign nation. They never wanted peace, but apparently wanted Maria dead. They did not mention the man, and I thought it better to keep it to myself. I just sensed it to be my little secret knowledge.
Sonic’s begun shaking me violently, obviously worried for me. I looked at him, noticing I was on the floor and had tears falling from my eyes.
“Are you all right Shadow?”
I took in the question. I thought about it. I analyzed it. I scanned my mind for the most appropriate response to this. I realized how happy I felt, to think of Maria, I felt of my grief for her too. But I finally thought of Sonic, my everything. I could not cause him this grim emotion and lied through my teeth saying, “I am fine.”
I pulled him down to my face and kissed him deeply and with much affection. He released from the kiss shortly, rather shocked by my reaction. I knew that I was trying to butter him up so he would give me a response I wanted.
I then asked him the favor, one I knew he could never, truly keep. One that was very much impossible for anyone to keep. “Sonic, I have seen to much death in my life . . . don’t let me see you die . . . Promise me.”
“Shadow, I promise that you will never witness my death. I will live with you for eternity, because I have a will to live, at least, with you.”
A bit sappy...and sad......ick, this chapter starts off on base with chapt. 1 but ends like...well what the hell does it end like... NVR mind. Please review as awlays...kudos to those who notice the diff. in this and original post. Um....Yeah....NExt chappie, later.
(THis one is not dedicated to anyone due to it's over all crapness.)
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Chapter 7: Past and Present
Past and Present
I bent my knees and pulled down the oven door. For some odd reason, I was unable to sleep at all this night. Here I was, wide awake, and before such an important day. Sonic would become a full-fledged assassin upon this day. The Firm’s usual ritual was to hold a celebration which would be held at my house. The real trick though, is this: Sonic had to complete his mission by the celebration’s end. First, he would be handed three different missions, but only one of them is from the chief. He must determine which was the truth and complete it with as few bystanders killed as possible.
I reached into the blazing, scorching oven in order to pull from it, a cake. The most gorgous I have created in many a year. The last time was with my old partner . . . But I have Sonic now, and nothing could make me happier than his happiness. I touched the burning pan with my hand, pulling it out with ease and placing it on the stove top. I waved my hand over it, at about 80 miles an hour, to prevent the delicious cake from falling over, thus ruining the fruits of my insomniac state.
I placed it into the cool fridge, allowing it to chill until two, when the party starts. I made this cake special. It was a unique mix of two separate cake mixes, one half chocolate, the other was vanilla. I mixed them separately and then spiraled them about in one bowl, allowing them to keep their mix/unmixed state. I then coated it in blueberry and chocolate frosting.
I went over to my chair and looked out the window. People were still up, business as usual for them. The sky was still illuminated in the glow of the dark grey clouds, a light that never changes . . . It is a wonder that animals can figure out when to sleep and when not to. I sighed as I saw a couple on the left side walk get broken apart by a near by officer. Love...It just does not exist...
Every time one feels love, one becomes distracted, and loses concentration. The government was always oppressive, and they tried to stop happiness, love, sex drive, fun, the concept of a new idea, and, above all else, they wanted to crush your soul. Your life was always in their hands. Then, one of their most brilliant inventors, a professor Gerald Robotnik, tried to stop oppression, but they immediately crushed his surrounding life. It is recorded that he died 3 days later, leaving a small fortune to his grand daughter, Maria. That name, it always makes me think of my Maria, and if my memories are real . . . She is.
She became an excellent entrepreneur, and I can be seen in the backgrounds of every photo she is in. In the beginning, I hid in the background, but later, I am shown cheering next to her. In the most recent of The Firm’s Database (TFD) pictures including both of us, she is kissing me on the cheek, and she has on an engagement ring...I am holding a wedding ring box, attempting to hide it from the cameras.
I find this odd, I do not remember proposing, but I could have. I was with her enough to love her. How foolish I was. Maybe that is why my memory is locked away, because I hate to admit it, I was a rookie once.
Sonic strolled down the halls of The Firm, cautiously. It was the first time he was in the firm without Shadow, but he should not have been afraid.
“Hey! Hey Sonic, come over here!” Yelled Shadow’s Boss to the now frozen blue hedgehog. “I have something for you to do for me. Now I want you to steal the emerald at the court house this afternoon. I thought it would be a simple job. Oh, and good luck with today! I will be there to see you when you finish.”
'That was far to straight forward, that could not be it . . .' Thought the young blue blur. “Sonic,” Called a young man, obviously new. He huffed a little. Sonic realized he had been walking at double walking speed and that caused most people to run. He must have been nervous and sped up . . . “Sonic, whew, here . . . this is the first letter is for you.” He thanked the kind young lad who began running back to his cubical.
The letter read: Intelligent Energy Federation
He crumbled it in his left fist and headed for the door. Upon his way out, a guard stopped him before reaching the front desk and said, “Hey, the guy in cubicle 038 used to be a con man, but gave the government tips on how to make the money harder to counterfeit and got off scot free. Cool huh?”
'Shadow told me that The Firm always cleaned up the government mess, so maybe'
“Mister Sonic, the chief said you have all three missions and to complete the one truth.” said the stout lady at the front desk. She smiled smugly as he stepped out the door onto the platform. He walked on the train and headed home.
Halfway back to civilization, he recalled the bill and opened it. His sleepy eyes and oddly shaking hands caused minor trouble as he sat up in his seat. The letter made little sense to the blue hedgehog. It read:
Sonic Hedgehog, all droids over watered muses’ unique sun flows. The droid’s ignited energy, nevermore overly watered.
Signed,
Central Headquarters of the Intelligent Energy Federation
He could not make heads of tails of it and almost gave up, when he remembered the delivery boys exact words. He gasped as he reread the note and prayed he was wrong . . . It could not be true. A man sitting next to him, who he never saw before, pushed a bow over to him. “The boss says this is all you need and he want’s your targets head.”
'This cannot be happening . . . why . . . WHY!?'
A/N: I went a little into chapter 8 (Delay is due to fucking exams...yes...go out and fuck your college exams...Those little shitty (Cussing rampage)
Recharge complete! Okay, let me see, ah yes, this chapter I feel is much better (but what isn’t?) Than my last chapter. Please sing me a dream, make it the darkest I have never seen.... Ciao.
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Chapter 8: Alone
Author's Notes: E/A/N: Um if it goes to 3rd person sudddenly, then it is talking about Sonic, if first, then “I” am Shadow. The third person is to give a better perspective from Sonic's POV, without going into his thoughts, and reasoning, too much.
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Alone
Sonic was barely able to maintain his poise, feeling his knees tremble and eyelids shut in frustration and sudden fatigue. ‘C’mon’ he thought to himself, ‘You...are a professional, you have worked on handling anything for many a year.’ a single, unoticed tear fell passed his cheek as he exitted the Elite’s Car.
He sulked as he walked down the road, his feet moving without a chosen destination. People around him, they were all so joyful. They were pathetic, their troubles were pebbles to his own. He thought back to the previous night, when Shadow gave him a hint:
"Sonic” He said in his firm, yet loving voice. Passion flared in his ruby eyes, my heart listening with all it’s ability, nearly forgetting to pump the blood through my veins. “Tommorrow, there will be a Pseudo Party (PP) and a Real Party (RP).” Shadow came over and held his hand on mine. “You must finish the mission by the end of the RP.”
“Who will be at the RP, and when does it end?” I asked, slightly confused due to my half listening state. I still blame him, for being so damn beautiful. I adored him...but...do I...?
“It will be just the two of us, and it ends at midnight...” He said cooly, but smiling suggestively. I pounced on him and kissed him deeply, but I knew I had to hold off, because the very next night, we would have our fun.
But that was all of the discussion. He had indeed been training Sonic mercilessly, forcing him to do better, and for so long . . . He worked hard to learn, to memorize. Sonic does not know if Shadow knows this, but he has kept count of exactly how many missions the couple has been on together. 87 missions, and with the end of tonight, it will be 1 solo to 87 together.
All these thoughts raced through his head, but somehow, his feet had taken him to the florist. The building whose top contained their penthouse was two blocks down. Sonic walked in the store and picked out special roses, blood-red ones with incredibly sharp thorns, whose entirity was actually very rich, and vibrant.
I had just finished setting up the party I planned for Sonic, I was ready for him at any moment he decided to show up. I looked at my watch and found I had finish over 6 hours early. I chuckled to myself muttering, “Damn Perfectionism.”
I checked the den, the dining room, and then turned off the stove. I walked to the door and stopped at the coat rack to pick off my large black overcoat. I wanted a little something special for tonight, a little more. Besides, the fresh . . . no, the outside air might do some good for me. At this point, I realized how lonely I was without Sonic. I wondered how I handled the loss of previous loves, how did I ever make it, seeing as how I am so dependant on him, perhaps, anyone.
I pulled the door closed, so that it would lock behind me automatically. I went into the elevator and allowed it to take me in it’s slow box like container. After the eternity of floors, the doors opened one last time, allowing the newly accumulated group to diffuse about the now accessible floor. I decided the crowd was a pain and zipped through it without the slightest notice. I walked out the door and felt a cold brush fly past me, going into the door I just opened.
I thought of the time and figured the office would be mostly empty. You see, I was not yet sure what the extra something was, and wanted to ask my boss and (despite their fear to be equal) co-workers for their opinions. I found it surprisingly easy to move about today, even though I was not zipping through the streets to get my next mission. Perhaps it was another one of the government’s obscure holidays and most were at home sleeping.
The trip was fast and the car had very little bumps on it’s journey, almost no mistakes at all. I knew it must be Mel’s turn to drive the Elite Car. As I walked into the main office, the receptionist commented me saying “Looking good today, Mr. Bloodworth.” I felt warm about the comment and hopped into the Executive’s Elevator. I pressed my usual floor 13, but I did not go to floor 13. I went to someplace darker, and though it was more to my personal liking, I wanted to know one question’s answer. Where am I now?
A/n Oooo As I said, I shortened the beginning of this chapter and put it in the last one so yeah...I feel one more lemon right before the story ends. Also, to you analyst nuts out there, here are some details only you would get:
This is a “Double climax story”
(Eposition) :Shadow’s POV until meeting Sonic.
Narrative Hook (IMO): It is “Maybe, you won’t be so bad after all.”
Rising Action 1: Chapters 2-5(BEG.)
Climax1: Orgasim, first sex, loss of innocence.
Falling action: Chapter 6: Destructive memories.
Rising Action2: Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Pseudo Climax1: 9 ???
Pseudo Climax2: early 10 ???
Climax2: Chapter 10 ???
Epilogue: Final explanation. If you e-mail with questions or post questions in reviews, I will answer here.
This is the literary plan. I am following this so far...
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Chapter 9: Father
Author's Notes: NOTE!!! Ok Ladies and Gents, I happen to have a request of all readers of my (coughwonderfulcough) story! IF anyone out there has quality drawing skills, could you please contact me? I am looking for someone to help me make a kind of cover for this, in the style of a book cover. If you are up to this challenge, send me an email and I will tell you what I would like to have on it then you could design it for me. Thanks to all, and bless you for your reviews!
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Father
“Welcome...” Came a slow, wheezing call from the shadows. “I have waited...for so..long.....
Son.”
Son?
“Are you comeplety within the definition of Ignorant?” I heard scuttling footsteps of the organism who was speaking unto me. I clutched the knife on my inside coat pocket. As soon as I see you, your dead you hacking all fool.
“You still use those damn knives, hand made right? Hah! I pondered why the police could not trace them to a shop, and that answer seemed sufficient. But to police, they think any craft, such as making knives, is impossible.” The old man reveal himself, a red mustache, thick,dark goggles, and a long, filthy lab coat were what I first noticed. I also noticed his slightest limp, and then, his smile.
It was warm, and somehow, comforting. I could feel pride in his eyes, and he gave off a sense of tragedy resolved in this small instant. He came to me about to hug me, and I could not move, my face stuck in awe of him...Where had I seen this man before, where is it I know him?
“You’re a convict!” I yelled, jumping from his grasp, pointing my finger at him for a reason I did not know. “You-I saw you, your older, and wrinkled, but you are the same man I saw in my memories, my dreams, where I tasted metalic blood...and again, I saw her...
His eyes filled with tears as I spoke of that memory. His head looked at the ground, as if to search for a way out though the ground upon which we stood. “Shadow, I created you generically. You are built to be the supreme body guard for my grand daughter, that is, or was rather, your life’s purpose. And, by her will and choice, you lived over her.”
“What do you mean? I-we...I thought that she was killed due to my ignorence, that the helicopter was asssaulted by the enemy country.” I said, shocked at his words. How...how could she have willed herself to die?
“Bah!” Declared the elder, his eyes darted back at me as he explained, “It was not the enemy country, it was our own government.” WHAT!? “The Firm, the original company at least, was becoming to popular, and easily exceeded the government’s own influence on the people. The government has always oppressed them, but The Firm wanted to make them happier, to be free, even if it meant only giving them the change to be happy.”
“But, The Firm is in complete control now. And the government knows that but they constantly deny it. They say The Firm is gone and they are the ones making all these actions.”
“Again I say, Bah!” The shady figure of a ‘father’ said to me, “The top official of the government himself had a brother in The Firm. He just so happened to be the right hand man of my granddaughter, Maria. He knew that if he killed Maria, the government would have complete control.”
“But The Firm always acts against the government, they are conflicting super powers, if they had a common interest, why differ?” I asked, bombarding him with questions, baffled that I fell for so many of history’s lies.
“You.” Replied the man.
“Me?”
“Don’t you see, you did something I never thought possible. You had emotions, and could feel them. You are like a truly leaving being: you think, you touch, you learn, you love, and you can be loved. And since you had fallen for Maria, they feared what you would do should you find out. And once they came up with that history bullarkey, they fussed over one last detail. Who would keep you?”
My mind was now fully awake. I remembered everything perfectly, my creation. I open my blood red eyes and I then see water around me, and a blue tinted window. I see a man, and I just know his name is Gerald. He is writing in a notebook. I started to hate the wetness and slammed the glass with my fist. Water poured out from the now shattered glass. I looked at myself, and take notes on my appearance. The other scientist ran, but Gerald stayed by my side. He slammed me over the head and told me it was wrong and rude of me to break the glass, that I should have waited patiently to be let out. I told him that I disliked the wetness, and refused to be in it again. He replied “You’ll dry.”
I stood in the enormous office, watching everything and everyone in the office. Maria was going over her paperwork, sigining some, throwing out others. She turned to me and said, “You know, I don’t mind if you take a break, or sit down...I know Grandfather Gerald said otherwise, but he is dead and you should obey me.” He logic seemed reasonable, why should I not talk to her? Why should I see her in her most personal times, and not utter a word unto her. Advice I could offer? NO. It is her life, and she must live it. I can only intervene in moments of life and death.
Suddenly, the doors burst fourth and a man who is holding a baby in his arms and a gun in the other. Maria, this baby’s life is your to choose. You...you are ruining our control over the people, and now you must choose. You
The guy who wrote this fanfic molested me!!!!!!! HE TOUCHED MY PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Shadow, The Firm's top lap dog, has been assigned a new partner. He assumed that the partner will be like the others, who died at their own hands. BUt something is different, and there is a change in the wind. Perhaps, this could be true love...
Rating: NC17 - Adult
Categories: Sonadow
Characters: Shadow x Sonic, Sonic x Shadow
Genres: Adventure, Angst, Romance/Fluff
Warnings: Blood, Nudity, Sex, Swearing
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2006.02.19
Updated: 2006.07.09
Index
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Chapter 2: The Firm
Chapter 3: It Never Gets Easier
Chapter 4: Innocence Destroyed
Chapter 5: Stab of Love
Chapter 6: Destructive Memories
Chapter 7: Past and Present
Chapter 8: Alone
Chapter 9: Father
Chapter 10: Final Chaos
Chapter 11: FAQ (Possible Spoiler!!!!!)
Chapter 12: Epilogue
Chapter 13: Alternate Epilogue
Chapter 1: First Encounter
I do not own, and probably never will own SEGA, or any characters that they make. THis is purely for the fun and love of writing for the enjoyment of my readers and those who are nice enough to review. Thank you for reading.
This Chapter is clean, but this story should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Do not read if you are under the age of majority.
First Encounter
It is rainy this mourning. I was just getting up from my sleep, but even in my dreams, I do not stop working. I am nothing more than a tool, I had to face that and I did. A mere puppet that the military control, pulling me by my puppet strings, forcing me to kill off whomever they did not approve of. Yeah, I am a hit man. I wish I could say that I am safe in my dreams, but I’m not. I stretched out as I set up, my spines were messy, much like they always are. People run from me, they no the end is near by my spines; the red screams blood and the black beckons death, I, myself, am too scared to look in the mirror, sometimes.
I turned my feat off the edge of the bed and looked out of my window. To the rainy day I heard earlier. Drizzle, that was all to be heard in the diminutive apartment, nothing more. I got up quickly, standing straight up. I walked over to the bathroom, which was surprisingly large for the petite apartment. I turned on the sink and brushed my teeth. It was not very exciting, just another chore for the day.
I felt cold as I looked up into my own clouded red eyes. I looked like death, hell I had his job so I might as well. I took a quick shower and came back out, soaked; my fur, dripping wet. The white truffle on my chest usually fluffed out but now clung tightly against my chest. I walked into my apartment, now that I was dry.
I never turned on any of the lights. I never really needed it and the light hurt my eyes, because I worked in the dark, I lived in the dark, I was the dark. I am the reason kids sleep with the lights on, with the doors open a crack. I am all of the threats of the night. I do not sleep for days, sometimes weeks. I work too hard, I work too long, I am too good at what I do, I should be dead, but I am not though I beckon death with every fiber of my being, he taunts me and refuses to come, and sometimes, I hear the wind whisper, “Hang on a little longed, it is worth the wait.”
And so I do, I wait, I keep waiting, I cannot stand waiting.
I walked out of my apartment, my hand moves to turn off lights that were never on. A coat hangs in my hand, though I am wearing no other clothes. I am thin and my face looks as if I have not eaten for days. This is a good thing, because I do not appear threatening, until after you are dead.
The office I work at is a secret. Ironically enough, it is the largest building in the city, and is next to the courthouse. But it is a secret because, no one ever enters or leaves the building, at least, not what from the people can see. I went into the subway but instead of taking the main car, I took a left and headed for the elite car. It was a phony, because halfway through the next destination, it would disconnect and go into a hole that led under The Firm.
I sat down and all of my coworkers moved away from me. It was around this time I noticed an unfamiliar face, some blue kid. He looked to be the age I am, or rather, the age I was created at. Being perpetually the same age is an advantage, but you can never seem to fit in very well. The kid came and sat beside me, obviously happy to see an empty seat. He sat down and smiled at me. He was a hedgehog all right, and had a laptop in his pile of books, which he was holding. His spines were messy but not as much as mine. His smile was kind of cute. Wait, did I just . . . no, I must still be tired from that 3-week mission on Tesarugo.
“Hello there.” His voice was cool, collective, confident. His eyes were an emerald green and he was not wearing any clothes either. He must have gotten special permission to, but that would only mean that . . . “So, I heard that I was going to be working as an assassin, an apprentice to . . . ” His voice trailed off, but I knew why. He started digging through papers, searching for something.
“Shadow?” I asked him, praying he would say no.
“Oh, well yes . . . but how do you know.” He replied to me. He was holding up an assignment paper.
“I figured they would do this to me” I whispered to myself, holding my head.
“Are you okay, you look like you have taken something . . . illegal, can I offer you an aspirin?” The hedgehog held out a bottle from his pocket. I just looked at the kid, staring him up and down. Why would they do this to me? The last time I had a partner he died, just trying to keep up with me. Maybe they thought that another hedgehog could do better. I took the bottle and poured out two of its contents. I threw them in my mouth and swallowed.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He replied, almost too happy.
“By the way, I’m Shadow, and you are . . . ?” I asked him, not looking up.
“Oh, really? I was expecting someone stronger.” He replied.
“They always do . . . ”
“Anyway, my name is Sonic.” He stuck out his hand kindly, apparently not hearing my semi-sarcastic response. I could not believe myself as I stuck out my hand and shook his hand. It was at this moment that the bus came to a stop and everyone in the elite car got off.
I assisted Sonic on carrying everything up to what was now our office. “Now, I will take the time to explain a few things,” I began to Sonic after setting things in my office. “First, where do you live?”
“In an apartment downtown . . . ” he replied, being cut off by me.
“Sell the place. My boss is going to force you to move in with me. Second, anything I tell you to do on any mission, you do, unless the man across the hall tells you otherwise. We are going to be required to do everything together, with only a few minor exceptions. Those are the rules he will give you, and here is my only one, do not go through my things.” He could only hear the menacing tone underlining everything I said.
“Um, I do not think that will be a problem.” He shivered a bit when he responded.
“Good let’s go.” I got up and went across the hall, and he followed. After being in there for about two hours, hearing a longer more legalized version of what I told him, he signed business contracts and we left. I started to head to the elevator and he asked, “Where are we going?”
“Right you are new to this. You see this?” I asked to him while holding up the contract he just signed.
“Yeah”
“Good then read every third letter.” He read it out loud saying, skipping every to read only certain letters “Go to Central Hall. Your target is Mojha Taro. He will arrive at three thirty.”
“That is why he gave me the contract, everything he gives me is a mission.” He then ran back to my office and grabbed his laptop and came back, and to be honest, e moved fast enough that I did not notice. I laughed quietly to myself after seeing his backpack suddenly appear and his laptop disappear.
“Maybe, you won’t be so bad after all.”
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Chapter 2: The Firm
The Firm
The tram from The Firm rocked slowly, so little so that it was almost unnoticeable. We sat next to each other in an uttermost uncomfortable silence. I found it enjoyable, as I was used to being alone, but I could tell sonic was upset since he could not find anything to talk about. Before long, I sprawled out on the empty seat. Not many rode at this time since they were all doing the paper work at the firm.
Finally, Sonic thought of something to say, “Hey, who spends time making contracts so that the letters tell the missions?”
“It is in the contractor’s job to do that. But if it is a formal letter, it will be done by the boss. It just depends on the form of which we receive the instructions.” I said uninterested. I then realized I gave away a lot of extra information. I decided to blame it on my old age.
“I see.” Replied the Hedgehog. He opened his mouth again and asked, “Who is this Mojha Taro anyway?”
“Oh right,” I said, slightly annoyed to be interrupted in mid thought, “He is a judge who has been accused of accepting bribes. He went to court for it, but the firm must still think he is guilty.”
“I see, so what does the firm want to do to him when we bring him back?” Sonic asked innocently.
“Wait, did they not tell you your job?” I asked concerned, they did this last time. I had a flashback to my partner’s death. My old apartment balcony, I came out from the bathroom, still brushing my teeth. I checked because I heard a noise, and he was there, sitting on the railing. His eyes stared into mine, his crimson eyes that I saw burn with passion. He waved his hand and flipped off....
“No, they said you would tell me.”
“I see, well. We are not bringing him back.” I replied, guilty of this.
After what seemed like an eternity for me, I felt the waves of air begin to enter his mouth. I heard the words I feared, “Then what will we do with him?”
“We, we kill him . . . ” I said sorrowfully. His mouth held agape. The firm does not hire people through applications. They watch your grades, your day to day life. They learn everything about you. Then, if you are good enough, you receive a summons. If you ignore it, you are killed. So, he never had a chance to avoid it. “I’m sorry.” I said before he could respond. “But it gets easier every time.”
“It can’t.” He replied calmly. “At least, not really. I bet . . . that it kills you every time you have to do it . . . and if you don’t the firm kills you.”
So he did know...I could not tell him I actually enjoyed my job; he just looked so helpless, and I wanted to help him, to tell him it would be okay. I wanted to hold him. “Terrific. So I am stuck with Dr. Happy forever huh?” I said to lighten the mood.
He looked up at me. “You know Shadow, I don’t think is will be that bad, at least, not as long as you are here for me.” My mind rushed with unfamiliar feelings . . . I could not understand what was happening. In the hundreds of years I lived, I never felt this way, I never...
Suddenly, the bus stopped. I was ready with my quick reflexes but Sonic flew from his seat, back pack flying ahead of him. I dodged the bag, but placed myself to catch Sonic. He slammed into me, harder than expected causing me to fall on my back. He was on top of me, and looked embarrassed. I asked what is wrong, but he just said, “I-I’m sorry, Shadow, I didn’t mean to...It just happened when I landed on you...”
I did not know what he was referring to. I remember catching him and my heart quickening. I figured it was from the sudden need for energy to move quickly, but now that I think about the incident, my heart’s pace increasedjust as he landed on me and our lips touched, just ever so slightly. I felt my mind wanting more.
It was at that moment, that I said, “DO you mind getting off, you ‘hog rider.” I meant that to be sarcastic, but Sonic blushed even redder, and to think that possible. His face blue up and was redder than a Cherry. I thought he might blow, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him with his book bag in my left hand.
After an hour break, I decided he had calmed down. I wondered why he acted so strange. He appeared to have something on mind, but I did not wanna through gas on a fire. We were walking along the side walk when we came to an apartment complex. He walked in and came out in five minutes. “What did you do in there?” I asked, knowingly.
“I sold my apartment. I got two thousand from my down payment. I kept up with my rent, so I get it back.”
“Good, did you keep anything?” I inquired.
“Just what I could fit in my bag.” Sonic replied. I could tell he hated leaving his old life. But, I wondered, how much would he give to get it back. “Wait, I have to go say by to Mrs. Caron. I will be right back.” He zoomed up the stairs and was back down in 3 minutes.
We left the apartment and headed for mine. He walked behind me with his head down. I tried to enjoy the bliss of silence, but I could not help but think of Sonic. I turned onto the main road and I pointed at my apartment from the corner. “It is a beautiful penthouse Sonic, really it is.” He smiled widely and most likely started dreaming of life living there. “Race yah?” I said, daring the hedgehog to accept my challenge.
“Ready?” He asked.
I then suddenly replied, “GO!” We took off like lightening from a cloud. We ran fast, weaving through the traffic and people in the sidewalk and roads. Run, turn, twirl, dodge, speed up, slow down, and watch out were the only words my mind could think. I moved so fast that no one could tell I was next to them. My feet slid back and forth, as if I were roller blading. I looked to my side to see my new partner running like normal, back down straight, legs moving in a circle formation, and his hands stretched in placed behind him. My hands followed my feet, one going out from me while the other came closer.
We both reached the Lobby in record time and rushed up the closed corridor of the stairs. This was tougher for me because I now had to run like Sonic to fit and so that I would not fall from my normal running style. Sonic was only slightly behind me, when I realized he had a handicap over me, the book bag. I sped up to max speed, and as if reading my thoughts, Sonic did the same. As we closed in on the final floor, we both breathed heavy. Sweat poured under our fur. With every step, our sweat flew off our brow and into the other’s face.
“I knew I’d win!” I heard myself say as I stopped and tagged the door just 2 seconds before Sonic.
“Cheater, I had this damn bag.”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling him in closer romantically, teasingly, “And that is what will make you so damn special.
A/N Well, Shadow’s personality, and part of his past, are both revealed in this chapter. I find his personality is much like a coin. It has two sides. One is completely emotional, and the other is just good ol’ business. In this chapter, I feel like you all find Shadow’s softer side, but do not worry Shadow lovers! (I know there is a lot, after all, he has PLENTY to go around.) Um, I am thinking the good lemon is in three chapters. Death in one and um, more detail, plot work in 2. So, yeah, I think that is it for now. Also, expect a plot hole here or there. If you tell it to me quickly, I will try to fix it.
Love yah for reading!
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Chapter 3: It Never Gets Easier
It Never Gets Easier
I waited outside my, no, our bedroom. My fur was already the color of darkness, but his screamed “COME AND GET ME!” I had him pick out an old outfit of mine to wear on missions. The last thing I needed was for him to leave me vulnerable in a situation. “Are you quite done in there?” I said banging on the door.
I heard his reply and laughed, “Yeah, but it is so uncomfortable!” He said, putting emphasis on words like he was begging me to not make him wear it.
“Come on out, we have to go to finish this on time.” I said staring on my watch. It was already a quarter till three, and that gave me only ten minutes for small talk. I liked to chat with people around the city, and they always liked the idea that I was on their side, to stick up for them.
“Fine, but I feel silly.” Said the Blue Hedgehog coming out of “our” bedroom. He stopped and placed his left hand on his hip, his other arm fell behind him while he just stared at me. He had picked out my third out fit, the one that made the girls stare at me. It had a spiked belt that went through only one belt loop, causing it to fall of the right side. The pants were a sharp black, very clean and were skin-tight. I always thought the shirt was made to show off one’s build, and seeing Sonic in it proved my thesis. Instead of his usual white gloves, he replaced those with a pair of my black ones, also designed to match this suit.
“You look hot in that Sonic” I commented before I could stop myself. My pulse quickened when I first saw him, but as the words left my mouth, my heart stopped. I was in disbelief that I said such a thing.
“Your right Shadow, and you should know how stuffy it gets since you once wore it.” Sonic said, not catching my real meaning.
“Yeah, anyway, let’s get going, City Hall is just three blocks that way.” I said pointing to it out the Window. Instead of looking at the building, he did what my old partnerwould always do. He stared at the sky. He then asked me the familiar words. I heard my partner say them as he did, “Why is the sky always gray?”
My mind burst as thousands of familiar moments crossed my mind. My partner asked this question once, and then we became more than friends. I fell in love, and I was falling again. And after we would play around, or if I was serious or thinking about work, he would always lighten the mood with, “Why is the sky gray?”
Suddenly, he asked again, and I was brought back to the real world. Not the memory world where I would respond, “Because I am not thinking about you.” No, not that world. That world is gone and lost, maybe, forever.
“All of the smoke from the factories, have altered the sky color . . . You know Sonic,” I said, and before I could stop myself, I told him a secret The Firm tells no one, “The sky was once blue.” If that had been any other place, alarms at the firm would be going off, telling everybody there who said that and when. A search party would be out and they would hunt you down to kill you. But not here, here, you could say anything. I demanded an immunity from ‘bugs’ due to other reasons, but it always came in handy for little talk like this.
“Really?”
“Yes, as blue as your skin, and the grass was as wonderful as your emerald eyes, color and everything.”
“Wow, I never knew . . . but why doesn’t the people know. All the people on this planet . . . ” I didn’t hear what Sonic said, those words, they reminded me of something . . . but what? I remember the first slogan of The Firm, “For all the people on this planet, that we can give them a chance, to be happy.” It was an idea of the first CEO. But she passed away, and had no children. She was killed in a Military accident. She was supposed to go to another country and converse in order ti avoid war. I remember fighting in that war, because her plane went down, and everyone survived but her. The opposing nation was insulted when she did not arrive, and opened fire . . . And as the greater, we crushed them in battle.
“I suppose we should leave.” Sonic again awoke from my dream with his statement. I looked at the clock which said it was five past three.
“Let’s go.” I said, and headed out the door.
The moment we reached City Hall, I could tell The Firm had everything set up. The place was virtually abandoned. It was a Sunday, so the only workers were a policeman, a receptionist, and two judges. And one of those judges is Mojha Taro. I told Sonic to run just behind me. Just as the Gaud turned his back, we sprinted through the metal detectors, causing them to go off just as a visitor stepped into it. The Policeman took the businessman to the back for a strip search.
I immediately headed for a door with a sign saying ‘Authorized Personnel only. Judges Corridor.’
I opened the door and Sonic slammed it behind us. Back at the house, I had stuffed his back pack with a knife, and his laptop, because he needed to be the one to do the deed.
We continued down the hall which was nothing but a few candles here and there for lighting. As I moved through, I saw him. HE had on a white wig, which had white hair, rolled in the usual manner, a black robe of sorts, the required judge attire. But, he was taking money from a well-dressed man, who was “thanking him for his time.” The man began running for the far door, which was around 40 feet. I then said, “Sonic, do the job, all you need is in your bag. I will get this joker before he gets away.” Sonic stared at me, pleading that he did not have need to do so. I simply had my eyes tell him, “Rule 2: If I tell you to do something on a mission, you do it.”
He carefully reached behind his back into his bag and pulled out the knife. It was an untraceable knife since I made it by hand. Taro took off fleeing for the door opposite of the man I had to catch.
Sonic and I made one last glance at each other, and he hesitantly bowed his head to me. I knew it would pain him, but the first time is always the hardest. With that small look into his eyes, I was off, sliding back and fourth with great velocity, I heard Sonic’s quick steps behind me. He could not hear mine, since my shoes kept me from hitting ground. Before long, I was in distance, and reached into my belt and said all that was legally required, “Freeze!” I gave him 1 second before I threw the it straight at his heart. His blood spilled against the wall, and by some God willing chance, some of the crimson liquid put out a candle.
Crimson eyes, almost the color of blood, the potion of life. I stared at the liquid, wishing, hoping. I saw him, dead again, a single tear fell from my eye. I knew all along . . . Sonic was right. I walked down the long corridor, to where Sonic was sitting, his eyes staring at his hands in disbelief. The mangle body of Taro was massacred beyond all recognition. “You, your right, Sonic.”
“About what?”
Unwanted memories flowed into my mind. My eyes filled with unshed tears. Unwanted thoughts, feelings, and emotions. “It never does get, any easier. Just, harder.”
A/N AHH! *Cries* I wanted more Gore! But I kept rewriting paragraphs and it just got more and more soft! WHY!?
Oh well, I am an emotional wreck, and this story is affected by this living train crash. I like it though, it is coming out quite well, a little too romantic, but good nonetheless. I am thinking that Lemon might be next chapter, I still wanna make you wait for it, but a lot of the story line came out in this, so did the history of Shadow. (Who is getting my emotional distress.) I feel bad for people on FF.net who lost all my love this weekend. (I am giving it to you, lucky rascals.) I may stop writing for a few days and throw them a bone, so that might be why I go away for a little bit. Hope you all liked it! REVIEW!
Also, last chapter is for Gaz san and Kistune because, I uh, forgot to post Chpt. 2 (Which I have literally two other versions of) for a really long time before you reviewed and then I was like, I remember this now and so I posted and got like 3 more reviews! This one is for all my other Reviewers and if I was not so lazy, I would post it there, but it is here so :p. My first chapter is dedicated to my first reviewer on this site EVER! To sonadowluver93. Thanks to all my reviewers!
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Chapter 4: Innocence Destroyed
Innocence Destroyed
Sonic was home by the time I arrived. I had gone out to buy groceries for to prepare dinner with, but I figured Sonic would not wish to eat. As I walked into my apartment, I saw him, staring out the window. He looked so alone, so abandoned. I went over to him and he asked, “Why?”
“Sonic, you did the right thing.” I replied in the softest voice I could muster. How guilty he must have felt. What could I do to help him? I then asked, “Maybe if you tell me what happened, you might feel better.”
“I...I guess so.” Was his response. I could tell he was very hesitant to open up to me, most likely because I forced him into his first kill. He soon began his story, “Well, when you looked at me, I knew that I should not question you. You gave me a glare, the kind that makes people do what they need to without question. I reached for the knife in my bag. And Taro’s face lit up in fear, he knew that he was going to die. He ran for his life. I do not know why he thought he could escape the inevitable...I do not understand why I committed this homicide...” I reached out with my arm and placed it upon his shoulder.
“I watched him coldly, I was down on one knee. The dagger was in my left hand which I held out slightly to keep it away from my body. His run was an odd one, he swayed back and fouth, clumsily. He looked back at me with his pudgy hand stuck out from his body. I then said to myself ‘Ready, set, Go.’ At that very moment, I sped off after him.” He shivered as he said that. He was on the floor and I was sitting in my chair next to him. He stopped there and looked out the window.
“Then what happened?” I questioned. I prayed that this would not be pressuring, but I also knew that holding things inside is very unhealthy.
“I sprinted after him. My feet clapped against the stone floor. The flames swayed as I passed them at my high speed. He looked back again and this time, I knew was the moment. I threw the knife straight at his face. He barely had time to think again before it lodged itself in his head, and he screamed in pain.” I could not recall a scream. I realized that I truly did float into my own world on this mission. I worried that I may do that too often. But he still had more to tell, “And so, he fell back and pulled the knife out of his head. Blood drizzled from the cut and down his cheek. I felt so cold, but I still couldn’t stop myself. I picked up the knife that he had threw aside.”
He came into me, just then and hugged me. He held tightly, and I placed my hand onto his head. “He . . . he asked me to show mercy. I could feel my eyes narrow at his request. I kneeled down beside his head. He kept telling me that this was wrong, and that he did not deserve to die.” My stomach lurched, I felt responsible fo this, all of it. “I was just sick of his talking. I called him a liar and slashed his throat. He threw up blood and then kept trying to talk, but it came out hoarser due to my cut. I slashed him again so that he would stop saying his lies.He coughed up more blood and could speak no more, never again.” His eyes spilled tears into my dry fur, causing it to stick together messily. He held onto me tighter and I got out of the chair and sat next to him. “I...I slashed his face, but he was not dead, so I slashed his again, and again and again and...”
“Enough.” I said to stop his pain. I heard all I wanted to. He had to have relieved himself of enough pain by now.
“And then . . . I remember where . . . where blood flows. I stood up. He stared at me through his right eye, since I had slashed the other one open. A clear liquid flowed from it, which was more metallic than water, but not at all gray or dense. I threw the knife at him one last time and watched it sink into his chest. It was an eternity until it pierced his heart and he became motionless. I feel into his crimson blood, remembering who I really am, not a murderer. And then you came.”
“Sonic . . . I am . . . ” I began to whisper into his ear, but again he interrupted me.
“No Shadow . . . You saved my life . . . If I had failed this mission . . . I’d be dead now. Thank you.” He began to hug me tighter, and he said words I have longed to hear since I met him, just earlier today, which seemed like an eternity. I knew him so well, and no matter how much I wanted it, I could have never prepared myself for it. He said this, “Shadow, I love you.”
A/N I feel this was needed before my "spicy" chapter. Also, I have some bad news, we are already half way through the story. Sad I know, but, I already have these last few planned out, so I am going to post their names here:
(5) Pouring your Heart into Mine (might change), (6) Destructive Memories, (7) Coming to Terms, (8) Sonic's First Solo Mission, (9) Revelation of Memory, (10) ThE eNd!, (Bonus) Alternate/continued Ending, "11" Epilogue
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Chapter 5: Stab of Love
Stab of Love
My heart kept pounding in my chest. He was watching out the window into the gray sky, the clouds forever moving. No sun to be seen, just a dull gray light sweeping over the city below it. “Shadow, I really mean it. I had fallen for you long ago, but you...”
Me? Could I have frightened him, or had I done something to make him realize he loved me? Wait. Do . . . do I love him? Well . . . Do I not care for him? Does he not make my heart pound? Do I not care for him deeply? I did indeed, “I love you also.” I admitted without another thought.
I did not think he heard, until he pulled back and stared into my eyes. I then wondered what he saw there, because he pulled himself on top of my leg. His arms were holding his body so that his head was just in front of mine.
I think I was the one to kiss him, and he kissed back. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and fought licked at his teeth. He pulled them apart and fought back against the intrusion. He attempted to push my tongue back into my mouth which I allowed, feeling that I had crossed some dreaded line, but no, instead, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and it was my turn to fight. He sat on my legs, which were together. His were apart and draped over the side. I rubbed his cheek with my right hand.
His tongue licked over my teeth and took special care to lick my fangs. The intruder then retreated into Sonic’s mouth, and then he pulled away and gasped for air. I began to breathe heavily as my tongue ran over my own teeth on it’s own. Excitement began to affect my thigh region, but I was trained to have complete control over myself, or . . . I thought I did.
For the first time since I arrived at my residence, I noticed that he was still wearing the leather from the mission earlier. He had some blood on the glove, and I looked to the table beyond him, where a bloody knife lay along with his book bag. But why did I notice these now? Could I have been so caught up in Sonic’s feelings that I did not check my surroundings before coming in?
But these thoughts distracted me from what Sonic was doing. I finally glanced back at him just in time to find him sleeping, leaning against my chest. He looked so beautiful, with his spines turned down, and his eyes shut. His small frame held onto me desperately. I came to a true realization that I loved him, more than I have ever loved anyone. I wanted him to be with me always...
My partner was shifting uncomfortably in his sleep. His, my, shirt was torn. I knelt down and pushed my arms under him in order to pick him up. I stood up with him and noticed how light he was. I carried him to “our” bedroom and laid him on the bed.
I went off to the kitchen and began cooking dinner for myself. I made a little extra in case Sonic woke up. This turned out to be a very fortunate happening as he came in an hour later, to find me reading my book, while my dinner became cold. I decided not to eat, but as he sat down at the table, my appetite rushed back and my stomach growled. I looked at Sonic who was dress again in just his blue fur. I gazed into the green orbs of his eye. I could feel myself longing for him, wishing for him, needing him...
“This is wonderful.” He commented, breaking the almost awkward silence. I was taken aback to this at first, but I was snapped back to reality once more.
“Thank you Sonic.”
“Did you mean it?”
Shocked, I answered, “Mean what?” I knew full well what he meant . . . or I thought I did. I decided to play safe and act dumb.
“I...I wanted to know . . . Shadow . . . do you love me as I love you?” Sonic asked, turning his beautiful eyes away from my own.
“Of course Sonic, I will always love you.” I said a tad annoyed with the need for repetition. “Sonic,” I began, getting up and walking to the other side of the table, “I will always be there for you.”
Sonic pushed the white fur in my chest abruptly causing me to fall upon my back. He came tumbling down with me and kissed me deeply. I fought back with my tongue and pushed his back into the hot cavern of his mouth. I slid my tongue over teeth and toyed with his tongue a little.
I suddenly broke the kiss and gasped when I felt his paw searching for my slit. The heat of his hand caused me to become erect and my cock came out from my furry sheath. I then noticed Sonic’s own member press against mine and he began toying with it slightly. He soon lowered himself from my view, causing me to push my head up to see where he went.
I looked up just in time to see him at our bedroom door, waving his finger in a most seductive way. I felt as if I had no choice but to follow, and so I did. I walked cautiously into my bedroom and found him laying out on the black comforter atop my bed. He began to stroke himself as I came walked forward, closing his eyes. I pulled myself onto the bed and he reopened his eyes slowly. His hand stopped its pleasing motion, and came and touched my own prick. He massaged it lightly.
I groan allowed, much to Sonic’s pleasure. He released his grip and pressed into my mouth with his tongue. When he released from the passionate kiss, he rolled me over and pulled himself over me. He took my cock into his mouth and began to suckle it gently. In this position, I was able to take his into my mouth as well. My member pulsated in his mouth, pushing me ever closer to the edge.
He let go of me and then slowly licked the head while massaging the rest of it’s legth with his hand. Rubbing it slowly. I released his from my mouth, with some difficulty, and pushed him off. Though I most certainly enjoyed giving my new lover oral as he did the same, I had other things in mind.
He looked at me, and gave me a sheepish grin, realizing what I wanted. He laid back on the bed and lifted both legs. I closed my hand in a fist except for my index finger and rubbed Sonic’s entrance causing him to become more aware of what I was doing. I noticed his dick started to throb slightly, which made me more aware of the ache between my own legs.
I carefully penetrated the tail hole and pushed into him, searching. As I found my mark, his prostrate, he moaned loudly and pleaded, “Shadow . . . please . . . continue, I need you in me . . .” His voice was soft and needing, begging for me to move faster. I massaged his prostate again, rewarding me with more moans from my lovers mouth.
I kept in mind that I needed to stretch him more with my probing to ease the eventual pain from my own cock. The ache was becoming almost unbearable and I feared that my release would come too soon. As the worries crossed my mind, I added a second finger to speed up the process.
He gritted his teeth and sucked in air as I did so, but I relieved his pain by using both fingers to rub his prostrate again. This led to an odd groan of pleasure and pain.
As I continued to slide at my fingers in and out of his tight hole, I could see that he wanted to be fucked even harder. I pulled my fingers completly out and lined the tip of my prick with his tight cavern. I draped his legs over my shoulders and then looked deeply into his eyes, which looked much like long lost emeralds. I could see he was anxious for me to continue.
Sonic bit his lip as I pushed my head and a few inches through the tight ring of muscle. Sonic panted wildly, as if to somehow ease the pain of his stretched opening. He soon growled in contentment, ready for me to push myself completely into him. I obliged and pressed further, pushing my pulsing member into his tight, wet opening.
I allowed the blue hedgehog to become more accustomed with my rough intrusion. I had my hands on his thigh through the initial penetration, but I allowed one to reach out to his face, in a way to tell him, ‘Everything is okay.’
At the touch of my caressing hand, he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me towards him. He licked my face and begged me to continue, telling me how we wanted me. He released me so that I could pull out, and I came almost completely out of him, before I plunged harshly into the depths of Sonic. He groaned, “Harder...faster...”
I only needed an order once before following it, so I picked up speed to go as fast as my hips could, grinding him into the plushness of my bed. I could feel myself go deeper and deeper with each trust, hitting his prostrate, forcing him to moan at each hit.
I could feel that he too slid down on my rigid prick. He growled, wanting, needing. He continued to slam his body against my strong, quick thrust.
My climax was building, and I excitedly grasped Sonic’s dick. I pumped him hard and fast, in rhythm with my thrust. Due to pumping his large cock and slamming into his prostate, Sonic began to spray his seed, fangs bared. Sonic’s creamy essence coated our chest.
As this event occurred, I could feel his inner muscles tighten around my pulsing, engorged cock. I thrust into my lover one last time before exploding into him. I screamed his name to the cloudy heavens above, he did the same, except in turn, he shouted my name.
My lungs emptied and I fell upon him, having already pulled from inside him. I pulled myself next Sonic and looked at him tiredly. He was already asleep, so I just watched him, his careful breathing. He rolled into me, pushing his head into my chest, seeking warmth. I held my arms tightly around him and whispered into his folded-down ear, “I love you too.”
A/N: DAMN YOU TIME LINE! I find it hard myself that this could all happen in a day, at the same time, I feel it rather believable...@_@(
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Chapter 6: Destructive Memories
Destructive Memories
My nightmares . . . They taunt me in ways most would find cruel, and rather unusual. Our love, was a banned one, and though it was wrong, it felt so right. I lusted after him, and made him the sole object of my affection. Our love made time fly, neigh I tell you, time soared.
A rare happening, though a faint, and quickly destroyed one, for the sun’s most gorgeous rays shot through the clouds for just a moment. My mind’s chains broke and I felt like I myself had sprouted wings, to go unto the heavens . . .
But alas, my life is a curse. For reasons uknown, I cannot die. I am unable to die. I (underline)will never (underline/) die. I could not be an angel, but I am. A fallen angel, one who can love as mortals but still maintain an infinite life, but a cursed one.
This...is how I explain the reason I have no memories. This must be the reason . . . but then . . . whose are these faint traces of what I dub memory? To whom do they belong? Ceartainly not I for I have fallen from the sky . . .
Oddly . . . one name recurred in my mind . . . by an ominous voice and his sorrowful words, ‘Why . . . Maria . . . have you let this happen . . . ’
I thought of memories Sonic brought back to my mind, those that had been with me. I stood up from my chair in the living area and headed to my bedroom. I saw Sonic, going through my things. I rushed at him and grabbed his hand violently. “How long have you done this?!” I was in shock, he broke my trust. I thought I could trust him. And . . .
And I looked at what he had found. It was a document with beautifully neat script on it. The parchment was aged and yellow. I began to read the letter:
(Bold)Dear Shadow,
You are correct, if we wish for us to become truly closer, then we should not keep secrets from eachother. I have been keeping this secret to myself for so long...and now I must tell you of it. You see your body...is sealed with the...(Bold/)
The page was smudged, as if ink had spilled on it. I looked to Sonic who told me he read it. His eyes were filled with tears and pieces of the parchment were stained with them. The increase of curiosity from this sight forced me to read on.
(Bold) . . . there are consequences to using this. Now, there is not secret I have held from you.
Your Love,
Maria (Bold/)
“Sonic, are you crying because we were lovers?” The very faint memories of her came back to me, my first true love. But then, Sonic revealed something to me.
“Turn it around.”
(Italics) Shadow, I am a professor, and your main creator. I invented you to be a body guard of the CEO for The Firm, Maria. You attended her flight to the foreign country. On that flight something happen that I have no time to write the full story. Because of this, she died. (Italics/)
I could tell by the ink that this was written in the same, or at least similar, ink to the smudges on the front. That most likely means that whoever attempted to prevent me from reading the full letter also wanted me to read this. But why. And can I trust this information.
I then heard words from Sonic, “Shadow, what could have happened?”
Memories flashed before my eyes. I dropped the note. I fell onto the floor, my eyes slammed shut and I heard a dull thud. I felt someone holding my hand. I turned to them and found it to be an attractive young lady. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were second best to her genius as she talked of her peace talk. She planned on really ‘wowing’ them.
I then saw us get on a plane. It was very fancy, and exquisite. We waved to the camera’s, blue skies above. As the plane took off, I looked out the side. I felt, even then, that this would be my last look at the green grass. The plane took off and I watched everyone, feeling the tense air of the situation.
Then, I remember waking up with the scent of blood all around me . . . I find taste blood and metal in my mouth. I spat in order to eliminate the fowl taste and then I truly open my eyes. I see barren land about me. I find my right arm is cut deeply. My left arm is behind me and I wondered if it was still attached. I look around and all feeling leaves me. I see her . . . Maria. I then notice the flash of sirens I cannot hear. A bald man with a red mustache is put in the car. He looks at Maria and I before being put in the car. My memory stops here, abruptly with only darkness left.
Later, I was told that I had been conscienceless for years due to an accident. They told me of a sudden attack by the foreign nation. They never wanted peace, but apparently wanted Maria dead. They did not mention the man, and I thought it better to keep it to myself. I just sensed it to be my little secret knowledge.
Sonic’s begun shaking me violently, obviously worried for me. I looked at him, noticing I was on the floor and had tears falling from my eyes.
“Are you all right Shadow?”
I took in the question. I thought about it. I analyzed it. I scanned my mind for the most appropriate response to this. I realized how happy I felt, to think of Maria, I felt of my grief for her too. But I finally thought of Sonic, my everything. I could not cause him this grim emotion and lied through my teeth saying, “I am fine.”
I pulled him down to my face and kissed him deeply and with much affection. He released from the kiss shortly, rather shocked by my reaction. I knew that I was trying to butter him up so he would give me a response I wanted.
I then asked him the favor, one I knew he could never, truly keep. One that was very much impossible for anyone to keep. “Sonic, I have seen to much death in my life . . . don’t let me see you die . . . Promise me.”
“Shadow, I promise that you will never witness my death. I will live with you for eternity, because I have a will to live, at least, with you.”
A bit sappy...and sad......ick, this chapter starts off on base with chapt. 1 but ends like...well what the hell does it end like... NVR mind. Please review as awlays...kudos to those who notice the diff. in this and original post. Um....Yeah....NExt chappie, later.
(THis one is not dedicated to anyone due to it's over all crapness.)
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Chapter 7: Past and Present
Past and Present
I bent my knees and pulled down the oven door. For some odd reason, I was unable to sleep at all this night. Here I was, wide awake, and before such an important day. Sonic would become a full-fledged assassin upon this day. The Firm’s usual ritual was to hold a celebration which would be held at my house. The real trick though, is this: Sonic had to complete his mission by the celebration’s end. First, he would be handed three different missions, but only one of them is from the chief. He must determine which was the truth and complete it with as few bystanders killed as possible.
I reached into the blazing, scorching oven in order to pull from it, a cake. The most gorgous I have created in many a year. The last time was with my old partner . . . But I have Sonic now, and nothing could make me happier than his happiness. I touched the burning pan with my hand, pulling it out with ease and placing it on the stove top. I waved my hand over it, at about 80 miles an hour, to prevent the delicious cake from falling over, thus ruining the fruits of my insomniac state.
I placed it into the cool fridge, allowing it to chill until two, when the party starts. I made this cake special. It was a unique mix of two separate cake mixes, one half chocolate, the other was vanilla. I mixed them separately and then spiraled them about in one bowl, allowing them to keep their mix/unmixed state. I then coated it in blueberry and chocolate frosting.
I went over to my chair and looked out the window. People were still up, business as usual for them. The sky was still illuminated in the glow of the dark grey clouds, a light that never changes . . . It is a wonder that animals can figure out when to sleep and when not to. I sighed as I saw a couple on the left side walk get broken apart by a near by officer. Love...It just does not exist...
Every time one feels love, one becomes distracted, and loses concentration. The government was always oppressive, and they tried to stop happiness, love, sex drive, fun, the concept of a new idea, and, above all else, they wanted to crush your soul. Your life was always in their hands. Then, one of their most brilliant inventors, a professor Gerald Robotnik, tried to stop oppression, but they immediately crushed his surrounding life. It is recorded that he died 3 days later, leaving a small fortune to his grand daughter, Maria. That name, it always makes me think of my Maria, and if my memories are real . . . She is.
She became an excellent entrepreneur, and I can be seen in the backgrounds of every photo she is in. In the beginning, I hid in the background, but later, I am shown cheering next to her. In the most recent of The Firm’s Database (TFD) pictures including both of us, she is kissing me on the cheek, and she has on an engagement ring...I am holding a wedding ring box, attempting to hide it from the cameras.
I find this odd, I do not remember proposing, but I could have. I was with her enough to love her. How foolish I was. Maybe that is why my memory is locked away, because I hate to admit it, I was a rookie once.
Sonic strolled down the halls of The Firm, cautiously. It was the first time he was in the firm without Shadow, but he should not have been afraid.
“Hey! Hey Sonic, come over here!” Yelled Shadow’s Boss to the now frozen blue hedgehog. “I have something for you to do for me. Now I want you to steal the emerald at the court house this afternoon. I thought it would be a simple job. Oh, and good luck with today! I will be there to see you when you finish.”
'That was far to straight forward, that could not be it . . .' Thought the young blue blur. “Sonic,” Called a young man, obviously new. He huffed a little. Sonic realized he had been walking at double walking speed and that caused most people to run. He must have been nervous and sped up . . . “Sonic, whew, here . . . this is the first letter is for you.” He thanked the kind young lad who began running back to his cubical.
The letter read: Intelligent Energy Federation
He crumbled it in his left fist and headed for the door. Upon his way out, a guard stopped him before reaching the front desk and said, “Hey, the guy in cubicle 038 used to be a con man, but gave the government tips on how to make the money harder to counterfeit and got off scot free. Cool huh?”
'Shadow told me that The Firm always cleaned up the government mess, so maybe'
“Mister Sonic, the chief said you have all three missions and to complete the one truth.” said the stout lady at the front desk. She smiled smugly as he stepped out the door onto the platform. He walked on the train and headed home.
Halfway back to civilization, he recalled the bill and opened it. His sleepy eyes and oddly shaking hands caused minor trouble as he sat up in his seat. The letter made little sense to the blue hedgehog. It read:
Sonic Hedgehog, all droids over watered muses’ unique sun flows. The droid’s ignited energy, nevermore overly watered.
Signed,
Central Headquarters of the Intelligent Energy Federation
He could not make heads of tails of it and almost gave up, when he remembered the delivery boys exact words. He gasped as he reread the note and prayed he was wrong . . . It could not be true. A man sitting next to him, who he never saw before, pushed a bow over to him. “The boss says this is all you need and he want’s your targets head.”
'This cannot be happening . . . why . . . WHY!?'
A/N: I went a little into chapter 8 (Delay is due to fucking exams...yes...go out and fuck your college exams...Those little shitty (Cussing rampage)
Recharge complete! Okay, let me see, ah yes, this chapter I feel is much better (but what isn’t?) Than my last chapter. Please sing me a dream, make it the darkest I have never seen.... Ciao.
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Chapter 8: Alone
Author's Notes: E/A/N: Um if it goes to 3rd person sudddenly, then it is talking about Sonic, if first, then “I” am Shadow. The third person is to give a better perspective from Sonic's POV, without going into his thoughts, and reasoning, too much.
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Alone
Sonic was barely able to maintain his poise, feeling his knees tremble and eyelids shut in frustration and sudden fatigue. ‘C’mon’ he thought to himself, ‘You...are a professional, you have worked on handling anything for many a year.’ a single, unoticed tear fell passed his cheek as he exitted the Elite’s Car.
He sulked as he walked down the road, his feet moving without a chosen destination. People around him, they were all so joyful. They were pathetic, their troubles were pebbles to his own. He thought back to the previous night, when Shadow gave him a hint:
"Sonic” He said in his firm, yet loving voice. Passion flared in his ruby eyes, my heart listening with all it’s ability, nearly forgetting to pump the blood through my veins. “Tommorrow, there will be a Pseudo Party (PP) and a Real Party (RP).” Shadow came over and held his hand on mine. “You must finish the mission by the end of the RP.”
“Who will be at the RP, and when does it end?” I asked, slightly confused due to my half listening state. I still blame him, for being so damn beautiful. I adored him...but...do I...?
“It will be just the two of us, and it ends at midnight...” He said cooly, but smiling suggestively. I pounced on him and kissed him deeply, but I knew I had to hold off, because the very next night, we would have our fun.
But that was all of the discussion. He had indeed been training Sonic mercilessly, forcing him to do better, and for so long . . . He worked hard to learn, to memorize. Sonic does not know if Shadow knows this, but he has kept count of exactly how many missions the couple has been on together. 87 missions, and with the end of tonight, it will be 1 solo to 87 together.
All these thoughts raced through his head, but somehow, his feet had taken him to the florist. The building whose top contained their penthouse was two blocks down. Sonic walked in the store and picked out special roses, blood-red ones with incredibly sharp thorns, whose entirity was actually very rich, and vibrant.
I had just finished setting up the party I planned for Sonic, I was ready for him at any moment he decided to show up. I looked at my watch and found I had finish over 6 hours early. I chuckled to myself muttering, “Damn Perfectionism.”
I checked the den, the dining room, and then turned off the stove. I walked to the door and stopped at the coat rack to pick off my large black overcoat. I wanted a little something special for tonight, a little more. Besides, the fresh . . . no, the outside air might do some good for me. At this point, I realized how lonely I was without Sonic. I wondered how I handled the loss of previous loves, how did I ever make it, seeing as how I am so dependant on him, perhaps, anyone.
I pulled the door closed, so that it would lock behind me automatically. I went into the elevator and allowed it to take me in it’s slow box like container. After the eternity of floors, the doors opened one last time, allowing the newly accumulated group to diffuse about the now accessible floor. I decided the crowd was a pain and zipped through it without the slightest notice. I walked out the door and felt a cold brush fly past me, going into the door I just opened.
I thought of the time and figured the office would be mostly empty. You see, I was not yet sure what the extra something was, and wanted to ask my boss and (despite their fear to be equal) co-workers for their opinions. I found it surprisingly easy to move about today, even though I was not zipping through the streets to get my next mission. Perhaps it was another one of the government’s obscure holidays and most were at home sleeping.
The trip was fast and the car had very little bumps on it’s journey, almost no mistakes at all. I knew it must be Mel’s turn to drive the Elite Car. As I walked into the main office, the receptionist commented me saying “Looking good today, Mr. Bloodworth.” I felt warm about the comment and hopped into the Executive’s Elevator. I pressed my usual floor 13, but I did not go to floor 13. I went to someplace darker, and though it was more to my personal liking, I wanted to know one question’s answer. Where am I now?
A/n Oooo As I said, I shortened the beginning of this chapter and put it in the last one so yeah...I feel one more lemon right before the story ends. Also, to you analyst nuts out there, here are some details only you would get:
This is a “Double climax story”
(Eposition) :Shadow’s POV until meeting Sonic.
Narrative Hook (IMO): It is “Maybe, you won’t be so bad after all.”
Rising Action 1: Chapters 2-5(BEG.)
Climax1: Orgasim, first sex, loss of innocence.
Falling action: Chapter 6: Destructive memories.
Rising Action2: Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Pseudo Climax1: 9 ???
Pseudo Climax2: early 10 ???
Climax2: Chapter 10 ???
Epilogue: Final explanation. If you e-mail with questions or post questions in reviews, I will answer here.
This is the literary plan. I am following this so far...
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Chapter 9: Father
Author's Notes: NOTE!!! Ok Ladies and Gents, I happen to have a request of all readers of my (coughwonderfulcough) story! IF anyone out there has quality drawing skills, could you please contact me? I am looking for someone to help me make a kind of cover for this, in the style of a book cover. If you are up to this challenge, send me an email and I will tell you what I would like to have on it then you could design it for me. Thanks to all, and bless you for your reviews!
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Father
“Welcome...” Came a slow, wheezing call from the shadows. “I have waited...for so..long.....
Son.”
Son?
“Are you comeplety within the definition of Ignorant?” I heard scuttling footsteps of the organism who was speaking unto me. I clutched the knife on my inside coat pocket. As soon as I see you, your dead you hacking all fool.
“You still use those damn knives, hand made right? Hah! I pondered why the police could not trace them to a shop, and that answer seemed sufficient. But to police, they think any craft, such as making knives, is impossible.” The old man reveal himself, a red mustache, thick,dark goggles, and a long, filthy lab coat were what I first noticed. I also noticed his slightest limp, and then, his smile.
It was warm, and somehow, comforting. I could feel pride in his eyes, and he gave off a sense of tragedy resolved in this small instant. He came to me about to hug me, and I could not move, my face stuck in awe of him...Where had I seen this man before, where is it I know him?
“You’re a convict!” I yelled, jumping from his grasp, pointing my finger at him for a reason I did not know. “You-I saw you, your older, and wrinkled, but you are the same man I saw in my memories, my dreams, where I tasted metalic blood...and again, I saw her...
His eyes filled with tears as I spoke of that memory. His head looked at the ground, as if to search for a way out though the ground upon which we stood. “Shadow, I created you generically. You are built to be the supreme body guard for my grand daughter, that is, or was rather, your life’s purpose. And, by her will and choice, you lived over her.”
“What do you mean? I-we...I thought that she was killed due to my ignorence, that the helicopter was asssaulted by the enemy country.” I said, shocked at his words. How...how could she have willed herself to die?
“Bah!” Declared the elder, his eyes darted back at me as he explained, “It was not the enemy country, it was our own government.” WHAT!? “The Firm, the original company at least, was becoming to popular, and easily exceeded the government’s own influence on the people. The government has always oppressed them, but The Firm wanted to make them happier, to be free, even if it meant only giving them the change to be happy.”
“But, The Firm is in complete control now. And the government knows that but they constantly deny it. They say The Firm is gone and they are the ones making all these actions.”
“Again I say, Bah!” The shady figure of a ‘father’ said to me, “The top official of the government himself had a brother in The Firm. He just so happened to be the right hand man of my granddaughter, Maria. He knew that if he killed Maria, the government would have complete control.”
“But The Firm always acts against the government, they are conflicting super powers, if they had a common interest, why differ?” I asked, bombarding him with questions, baffled that I fell for so many of history’s lies.
“You.” Replied the man.
“Me?”
“Don’t you see, you did something I never thought possible. You had emotions, and could feel them. You are like a truly leaving being: you think, you touch, you learn, you love, and you can be loved. And since you had fallen for Maria, they feared what you would do should you find out. And once they came up with that history bullarkey, they fussed over one last detail. Who would keep you?”
My mind was now fully awake. I remembered everything perfectly, my creation. I open my blood red eyes and I then see water around me, and a blue tinted window. I see a man, and I just know his name is Gerald. He is writing in a notebook. I started to hate the wetness and slammed the glass with my fist. Water poured out from the now shattered glass. I looked at myself, and take notes on my appearance. The other scientist ran, but Gerald stayed by my side. He slammed me over the head and told me it was wrong and rude of me to break the glass, that I should have waited patiently to be let out. I told him that I disliked the wetness, and refused to be in it again. He replied “You’ll dry.”
I stood in the enormous office, watching everything and everyone in the office. Maria was going over her paperwork, sigining some, throwing out others. She turned to me and said, “You know, I don’t mind if you take a break, or sit down...I know Grandfather Gerald said otherwise, but he is dead and you should obey me.” He logic seemed reasonable, why should I not talk to her? Why should I see her in her most personal times, and not utter a word unto her. Advice I could offer? NO. It is her life, and she must live it. I can only intervene in moments of life and death.
Suddenly, the doors burst fourth and a man who is holding a baby in his arms and a gun in the other. Maria, this baby’s life is your to choose. You...you are ruining our control over the people, and now you must choose. You