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Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Bloody Domination

Co-Written By Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

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Harley: Neither Terminus or me own Shadow, or any Sega characters, and we are only borrowing them. I’m sure Shadow would never do anything like this after he fell to Earth. It’s nasty, but that’s why it’s here in AFF…

Terminus: Warning: I asked Harley to make Shadow really evil. So that’s what he’s going to be. If you don’t like reading about torture and rape and gory murder, I advise you to click on the back button and read something else. Right now. In fact, leave this site altogether.

Harley: If you think we’re sick for writing this, if you feel your soul crumbling as you read it, if you find it as arousing as a boot to your sexual organs, if you say that Shadow is completely Out Of Character and would never do all this stuff… you’re right!

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Chapter One: Phone Call

Sonic was lying in his bed, just being lazy, while Tails was reading a book in an armchair next to the bed. The TV was on to MTV or some other crappy channel that they weren't listening to, and the volume was turned down. It was 8:30 in the evening, and all was well. Mostly well. He was still thinking about the ARK, just a couple of months ago… no matter how hard he tried, he could never get Shadow’s expression out of his mind.

Shadow had wanted to die. He’d wanted to give up his life for Maria. It was just that Sonic could never understand why anybody would give up their life so willingly…

“Hey, Sonic!” Tails’ voice woke him out of his stupor, “The phone’s ringing! It’s right next to you!”

Finally, Sonic heard the phone ringing on the nightstand next to him. He sat up, stretched, yawned and picked the phone up, “Hello?” he mumbled, “Who is it?”

"Hello, Sonic," the caller replied. No further information was forthcoming, but the blue hedgehog could hear soft breathing on the other end.

"Uh, hey," Sonic said, feeling a little creeped out by the tone of the caller's voice. It was strangely familiar, "Who is it?" he asked again.

"That's for you to know and me to find out," the caller chuckled. It was not a nice sound.

"I - I don't understand what you mean," said Sonic, feeling very uncomfortable, "What do you want?"

“Who is it?” Tails asked.

“I don’t know,” Sonic turned away from the phone, to Tails, "But whoever he is, he’s giving me the creeps," he said.

"I heard that," the voice snapped, "I'm just calling to see how you are," the caller told him, "Still breathing? All limbs attached? Still everybody's favourite hero?" the caller sounded slightly resentful at this.

“Knuckles?” Sonic hazarded, "Is that you?"

“Don’t be stupid, why would that dumbass red idiot call you?” the voice sneered.

"I don't know what your problem is, but it's late at night and you're disturbing my nap time," said Sonic, his unease turning into annoyance, "Either start making sense or leave me alone." Sonic wondered who this mystery caller was and what issue he had. The caller was probably just trying to stir up trouble. But he did have a frightening confidence in his voice.

"Oh, I was just calling to ask a question," the caller even sounded as if they were grinning, "Who is your very best friend in the whole world?"

"My buddy Tails right here," said Sonic, beaming as he scratched the young fox behind the ears. His tone of voice hardened once more. "And if you plan on doing anything to him, think again. I've got his back, and the only way to him is through me. Now leave me alone!"

Tails drew his knees up and looked around nervously. "Sonic, I'm scared," he said, his eyes darting between the bedroom window and Sonic. "You'll protect me, right?"

"Of course, Tails," said Sonic. "I'd never let anything happen to you. This guy is full of crap, and if he wants trouble, I'll give it to him." He began to lower the receiver down towards the hook when he heard the caller speak again.

"Pfft... you've got lots of friends, haven't you?" the voice said, "That stupid echidna... that dumb pink hedgehog bitch... you can't watch all their backs all the time..."

"Wait," said Sonic. "How the hell do you know all this? Who are you? And who said Amy was my friend? Are you a stalker?"

"Yeah, you've always had friends... you're really good at making friends... and that's one skill you're going to regret having..." the voice had become an ominous growl, "As for who I am... you can just call me some guy that Hell spit back out..."

"Wait," said Sonic. "Run that by me again? Are you saying you're dead?"

"I used to be..." the caller laughed.

If I didn't know better, I’m sure I remember hearing that voice once before, thought Sonic, "Who the hell are you?!" he asked.

There was no answer this time. Only a click, and the sound of the dial tone as the caller hung up.

Sonic did not so much place the receiver down as drop it back onto the hook. His guts squirmed inside him. He would very much liked to think that the caller was just some joker, but he didn’t like it. Maybe it was some nutcase who got off on giving people ominous threats. He didn’t like to think about the fact that they might actually be serious. Either way, he still didn't believe that this mystery caller was once dead. Nobody comes back from the dead. He'd never believed in heaven.

Tails looked at him, noticing his distress. "Sonic?" the fox said. "Are you all right?"

"I suppose," said Sonic. "The guy on the phone really creeps me out. He identified all my friends, started talking about how he was coming for them. I swear, if I see this guy, I'll give him a reason not to screw with me." He sighed. For the first time in many months, he felt genuinely afraid. Afraid for Tails. Afraid for Knuckles. And although he would never have admitted it to anybody else, afraid for Amy.

~~~

Quite a long way away, a black and red hedgehog smirked at the payphone he'd just hung up on. He still had about twenty bucks left from the old man whose neck he'd broken yesterday though... plenty of money for more threatening phone calls. He started to pick absentmindedly at the scars on his body, and grinned, wondering who he was going to torture first.

Sonic deserved it, he thought to himself angrily. That smug, arrogant piece of shit-for-brains faker? Let him drop? Did he think that falling through the atmosphere was going to slow down the Ultimate Lifeform?

But getting Sonic was too... too simple. All he had to do was turn up on the bastard's doorstep and snap his neck. Way too easy. If he really wanted to hurt the guy, he had to hit him where it hurt... all those friends of his who'd dared to get in his way. Friends... he'd never quite had the knack of making friends.

Wiping out everybody Sonic had ever cared for sounded like a really good way to get even.

Wiping out the friends of Sonic’s friends as well sounded even better.

With a small shudder of anticipation, he made his way back to the dirty cellar in the abandoned house that compromised of his lodgings.

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Terminus: Now you can say what you like about us, but whatever you say, don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Harley: All flames will be left in so that people can laugh at them. Next chapter it starts getting UGLY.
Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Bloody Domination

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

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Harley: Okay, now it starts getting NASTY. And I mean sadistic-nasty. And since the fanfic is still being written, it’s possible that more warnings will be added.

Terminus: Harley’s sorry about missing out the ‘2’ in ‘Sonic Advance 2’. But hey, it’s been fixed now.

Harley: As for BZLF’s question - no, Shadow hasn’t found his Chaos Emerald again yet. But that’s not going to stop him from kicking the asses of little girls! Heous, you’re welcome to skip M/M chapters, but I’d say that if you can put up with the rape of minors, you might as well try to read the rape of males.

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Chapter Two: Innocence Is The First Victim

Amy Rose Blossom led Cream the Rabbit and Cheese the Chao along a crowded shopping mall, Cream in one hand, half-a-dozen shopping bags in the other. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with the excitement of buying new clothes, which her bags veritably bulged with.

Cream couldn't wait to go home and try them on, having always been interested in clothes, and the wearing of them. The breeze came in cool and crisp from the north on this balmy September day. There could not possibly be any danger with Amy by her side in the clear daylight.

Neither of them was aware of being followed by a hedgehog almost completely concealed in a heavy trenchcoat, swearing quietly about the weight and heat of it.

"So how is Shadow?" Cream asked. "Has he been feeling better?"

Amy hung her head, "Shadow... Shadow..." she swallowed, uncertain of how to tell the six-year-old, "Shadow's dead, Cream," she said softly. "Oh, look! Summer Sale Now On!" she cried out in fake excitement, eager to change the subject, and dragged Cream into another clothes shop.

Easily distracted, Cream squealed with glee as she saw Liz Claiborne clothes hanging on the rack. She pulled several of them down and demanded that Amy buy them for her.

"Not yet," Amy smiled, and grabbed some hipsters and a tank-top, "Come on! Half the fun is trying them on!" They hurried to the changing rooms, "I'll go first!" Amy said, and darted into the changing room, then peeked out, "You gotta tell me how they look!" she said, and darted back in.

Cream was suddenly aware of a heavy hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the crazed red eyes of a hedgehog - who she recognised from the news as Shadow the Hedgehog. He was holding Cheese by the scruff of its neck.

"Why, hello, M-Mr. S-Shadow," said Cream nervously. "H-how are you? W-would you like to talk?" She couldn't keep eye contact with Shadow's glare for more than a few seconds, and her eyes started to dart around, "Amy said you were dead," Cream added.

"It's a long story," Shadow said, "How about we go somewhere else and I'll tell you it?"

Even Cream could tell there was something wrong with him, "You look angry," she said, "Did someone say something mean to you?"

Shadow narrowed his eyes. He didn't have time for this stupid banter. His grip tightened on Cream's shoulder, and he started to drag her out of the dressing rooms.

"Mister Shadow? What are you doing?" Cream asked him, frightened as Shadow seized her. She lashed out at her assailant, trying to break free of his grip but to no avail, “Amy? Amy!”

"Shut up, you little brat!" Shadow hissed at her as they hurried out of the store, "And you won't get hurt!"

In the store, Amy darted out of the changing room, mostly dressed and looking around, "Cream?" she called, "Cream, where are you?"

Cream whimpered in fear. Shadow was frighteningly strong, stronger than she could have ever imagined. When she tried to pull away, his grip tightened on her. There was a horrible squeak, and Cheese went limp as he crushed the neck of the little Chao in one hand, and then tossed it into a bin when nobody was looking.

“Cheese!” Cream cried out, and burst into tears, “How could you do that to my friend?” she wailed.

"Stop crying!" Shadow hissed, shoving his way out of the department store, "You're drawing attention to us!"

Cream hesitantly complied, fearful of the repercussions of continuing to cry out, the tears running down her face. She just watched helplessly as the scenery blurred by, wondering where he was taking her, and why he had killed Cheese.

Sonic was waiting outside an electronics store that Tails was shopping in when she heard Amy calling out for someone. She sounded extremely distressed, as if she were on the edge of tears. He ran over to her, following the sounds. "What's the matter, Amy?" he said as he skidded to a halt. "You sounded like something awful had happened to you!" He prayed that she didn't seize him in her arms and cry into his shoulder.

His prayers weren't answered. Amy grabbed him and continued to cry, "Cream's vanished!" she wailed, "I can't find her! We were trying on clothes and I was changing and then she vanished!"

"Was it just you or was someone with her?" Sonic said as he tried to wiggle out of her grasp. He felt sorry for her, but he also didn't enjoy being used as a live pillow.

"It was just me and her and we were carrying the clothes!" Amy wept, "I searched the store but she's gone!"

Sonic scratched his head. People were hardly ever abducted in public places during daytime. It was just too risky. "Maybe she just got lost," he said. "Perhaps she'll turn up soon. People get lost in malls all the time." Including me, he thought, but he didn't say that aloud. He tried to avoid looking away, even though he found watching someone cry very uncomfortable.

Amy cheered up a little, "Yeah," she said, releasing Sonic, "She's bound to turn up. I'm going to keep looking. Will you help me?"

Crap, Sonic thought. Tails is probably already waiting for me. "Uh, hold on just a moment, I'll fetch Tails before two people end up lost in this mall.” He dashed off to the electronics store, finding Tails waiting outside with a look of irritation on his face. "Sorry I disappeared, Tails," said Sonic. "Amy's friend went missing and I was talking to her. You wouldn't mind helping us find her, would you?"

"Why not?" Tails asked.

But by then, it was already too late...

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"This p-place is so c-cold," said Cream. Shadow's grip was so tight that she couldn't even shiver. "Do you live here?"

"Temporarily," Shadow said. He slammed the door, locked it, and turned on a single overhead light.

"Why did you lock the door?" said Cream. "Who would want to come down into this nasty place anyway? Why did you even come here? "

"It's not to stop people getting in," Shadow sneered, "It’s to stop you from getting out." He grinned evilly.

Cream suddenly whimpered in terror as she realized that Shadow was planning to do something terrible. She ran to the door and pulled violently on the door handle. "You're going to let me out right now, Mr. Shadow!" she yelled. "When Amy and the police get here they're going to make you sorry!"

“Yeah, like they haven’t tried already,” Shadow sneered, watching Cream.

Tears reached Cream's eyes as the door refused to budge. She was alone with Shadow in the room. There was no escape. She collapsed to the floor and bawled, pounding her fists on the dank stone slabs.

"Shut up, you little brat!" Shadow snarled, "You don't even know what I'm going to do with you..."

"You're going to hurt me!" she shrieked. "I watched the news! I know what people who lock girls up do to them! You can't keep me in here forever," she said as she summoned the courage to speak again. "They'll find me. They always find people. I saw it on TV."

"Pah!" Shadow laughed, "Like they'd show you the cases where they fail to find people. Gotta make the heroes look good..."

"You're lying, Mr. Shadow! They'll know I'm gone!” Cream wept, “They'll find me! Crime doesn't pay, didn't they teach you that in school?"

"I'm afraid I didn't take that lesson," Shadow sneered, "My lesson was that if you're nice to people, the world shits on you."

"Then you're a mean person, just like those people they mention on the news,” Cream sniffled, “They're in jail, and you'll be there too for murdering Cheese and taking me here."

"Whatever," Shadow said, casually, "Now, where shall I start?" he reached out and grabbed Cream, pushing her against the wall, "You're really quite pretty, Cream. For being such a little girl."

"Stop that!" Cream shrieked as she flailed helplessly at Shadow. It didn't even faze him, and he held her hands immobilized together in front of her with his other hand.

Shadow laughed wickedly, "I dare say I won't even need to use rope on you," he chuckled. With that, he produced a sharp knife, "Now don't struggle, or you might get badly cut," he sneered. Then he began to cut off her clothes, piece by piece.

Cream watched in horror, wondering what Shadow was going to do with her. She watched as her designer dress was torn in half. It was a gift from Amy. Were she any less terrified, she would have reached out to slap him as hard as she could.

Occasionally the knife strayed too close to her body, making little cuts in her. Shadow didn't seem to care in the least. When he'd done cutting off her dress, he looked her over, smirking. Cream was so young, she didn't even have breasts. For all that though, she was a pretty little girl, "Yes, I think you'll make a very good message to Sonic," he grinned.

"What message?" Cream asked him, trembling.

"Oh, just a message that I'm going to destroy everybody and everything that he ever cared about. Or his friends care about," Shadow said calmly.

"Eggman said the same things, and Sonic stopped him,” said Cream, shivering with fear and cold, “He'll stop you too."

"Eggman could be stopped with a half-brick in a sock, he's so stupid," Shadow replied. With that, he hit Cream so hard that he knocked the little rabbit to the ground.

Cream bawled again, curling up in a ball on a floor. "You w-won't get away, with this, M-Mr. Shadow. Sonic and Amy and Tails will come for you, and you'll go to prison, and never c-come out!"

"You think I care now?!" Shadow snarled, standing over her with a mad gleam in his eye. Then he reached down, and looking very hard at her, began to rub himself.

"Ew!" she shrieked. "Why are you touching yourself there?! My mother said that people who do that go blind!"

“Your mother lied,” Shadow sniggered quietly, still looking down at her. He was starting to wish he'd abducted Amy now. Cream was going to be hard to get into... still, that was half the fun. She would be seriously tight, and definitely a virgin. The thought aroused him, and his cock started to grow hard under his touch.

"Ew!" Cream shrieked again. "It's so big and... slimy!" She was horrified as she watched Shadow's organ grow larger and larger with each passing second.

Now that he was fully erect, Shadow bent down to Cream, looking into her eyes, "Now, do you know what we're going to do?" he asked her, grinning. He didn't wait for an answer, "We're going to make love." With that, he flipped Cream onto her front and sat on her back, pulling off one glove and finding her small hole with his fingers.

Cream didn't understand, but she knew that her kindergarten teacher said that touching people there was not acceptable. "You can't do that!" she yelled. "Only Mama can touch me!" She grabbed Shadow's wrist and pulled it away.

Shadow hit her hard, "Do you really want me to kill you?" he growled. He pushed two fingers into her vagina, stretching it painfully.

Cream cried out in pain as Shadow assaulted her. She had never had anything put there, and his fingers felt like they were crushing her. "Why are you doing this?" she wailed. "I never did anything to you!"

"Shut UP!" Shadow hit her again, "It’s only half-time. Save your screaming for later! If you're this tight... you'll need it!"

Cream tried to stifle her screams, wondering what ‘tight’ meant. Shadow was saying all these weird things that made no sense to her. If this was ‘making love’, what was his idea of hate?

Shadow began to laugh as he continued to assault her. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of Cream's vagina. With a small smile, he licked them clean, "Now for the second half," he said, with an evil grin that Cream couldn't see.

She was going to ask him what he meant, but decided it would be a bad idea. She pressed her legs together, hoping he wouldn't touch her there again. She didn't understand what he wanted, what he was doing, or why he was doing it. She could only sob silently, wondering what would happen next and to have Amy, Sonic, her mother, anyone find her. Surely there would be someone to rescue her. The people on the news had said so after all. She decided to trust to hope that she would be rescued.

Shadow flipped her onto her back again, and pulled off his other glove, "This will hurt - a lot," he said. Then he grabbed her chest, squeezing so hard that his nails dug in and drew blood. His cock was hard between her legs, rubbing up through the fur on her belly as he laughed, his eyes glowing insanely in the dim light of the room.

She watched in horror, wondering what he was about to do. Would he urinate on her? That's what she thought those things were for, anyway - so that boys could use the bathroom standing up. Now she wondered if they had some other purpose.

Shadow grinned, "It's a real shame that you're not Amy," he leered, "At least that little bitch is old enough to have something to squeeze... still, you're giving me some good ideas for what to do with her..." He laughed again, his eyes glowing madly as he continued to squeeze Cream's chest.

Cream sobbed as she thought of Amy. She had never considered that Shadow might hurt her friend. Would he do the same things to Amy? Would it be worse? She was just as confused as ever. She tried to imagine home, her mother, anything but the current time, place, and situation.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, "And now we enter the Endgame," he chuckled. He punched Cream hard in the stomach, and forced apart her legs easily, "I hope you've been saving up your screams," he leered, and began to force his length into her. Thanks to her being so young, it wasn't easy, but her tightness only excited him more, and he only pushed harder.

Cream shrieked as loud as she could as Shadow practically tore her open. She looked down and saw Shadow's fur glistening with blood. Her blood. She somehow managed an even louder scream, a bloodcurdling wail of agony and anguish that filled the whole room. Her groin seemed to be on fire, a burning inferno consuming her from within. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her whole life, an agony that came in bursts each time Shadow pushed into her.

"You'll pay!" Cream wailed. "You'll be in prison until you die, and then you'll go straight down where all the bad people go!"

Shadow wasn't listening. He groaned in intense pleasure. He couldn't get all the way into her on his first try, or his second, but he kept pulling out and pushing back in harder, moaning in pleasure. Now he knew why there was a law against screwing little kids - if there wasn't, everybody would do it. As his nails drew blood from her body, his cock glistened with pre-cum and blood. He sped up, grunting each time he pulled out and pushed back in.

Cream continued screaming, her lungs burning in pain to match the rest of her. How could he do this? How could anyone do this? She had understood the idea of bad people who wanted to hurt others only on an abstract level, but now the idea was all too real. Shadow wanted to hurt her. Shadow was hurting her. "What are you doing this for?" Cream wailed. "If you want to make a message to Sonic, why are you hurting me? Why me and not him?"

"Because..." Shadow grunted, "This will hurt him... a lot more..." He hit her again, and continued to rape her, coming ever closer to his orgasm and not giving a shit for what Cream felt.

"Please stop hurting me, Mr. Shadow!" she cried. "I'll do anything, anything you want, if you just stop. I didn't do anything to you!" Every moment seemed to hurt worse than the last. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand. Why was no one coming? Where was Amy? Where was Tails? Where was Sonic? Where was God?

"SHUT UP!" Shadow roared at her, punching her hard. I'll stop when I'm ready... he thought, his thrusts becoming faster.

Cream felt truly alone for the first time in her life. There was no one coming for her. There was only Shadow, torturing her endlessly. Would it ever stop? How long could he keep doing this?

Sweat dripped down Shadow's face, and his expression was somewhere beyond insanity. Finally he came inside of her. Pulling his cock out quickly, he allowed the last of it to cum onto her chest and face, and then becoming limp, his body still shuddering with excitement as he looked down at the tiny girl beneath him, totally at his mercy.

Cream spit the salty mess out of her mouth, curling up into a ball. Was it over? Would he let her go? Maybe he had realized he would be caught. She began to feel a little relieved as Shadow stood up.

There wasn't enough blood... the thought registered in the remains of his mind as he looked down at her, She screamed, but there wasn't enough blood... That thought completed, Shadow bent down and picked up Cream by her neck, "Now for my favourite part of the game," he hissed, picking up the short knife, "Sudden death." With that, he stabbed her.

Cream let out a horrendous shriek as her back arched backwards. It was even louder and more bloodcurdling than any before it. She could feel her own blood running down her abdomen and an excruciating, burning pain filling the wound. She knew what death was. But until now, she didn't know it could happen to her. "Please! She cried. "Please don't kill me, please! I don't want to die!"

Shadow wasn't listening to her. The knife rose and fell again, this time piercing her left lung.

Cream was suddenly hardly able to breathe as the air rushed out of her punctured lung with a sucking sound. Her chest burned as if hot coals were stuffed inside. It was continuous rather than the on-and-off pain of being raped. She was now certain she would die. She prayed, hoping that God would help her. It was her last hope.

Shadow wasn't even aware of Cream's blood splattering over his face and body. He drove the knife into her chest a few more times, each stab bringing forth a scream that was weaker than the last. He wasn't even smiling any more. He suddenly looked angry, frustrated, as if he wasn't getting any pleasure out of killing her.

Cream's vision began to dim, and the pain began to fade. It was as if what was around her was becoming less and less real. Was it a dream? Was she dying? She could barely hear Shadow's growls and the sickening wet sound of the knife piercing her again and again.

Shadow growled suddenly, and slashed the knife across Cream's throat, silencing her cries. As she gasped a few more times for a breath she would never have, he dragged the blade across her belly, watching as her bowels spilt out.

Cream felt blood welling up in her throat, and its metallic taste as it spilled out of her mouth. She could no longer see. Everything below her neck was dead to her. With a last, silent scream, her consciousness faded away forever.

Shadow watched her die, and stabbed her a few more times, then dropped her body to the floor, shuddering. He stared at the knife, and dropped that too. After a few long seconds he slumped to the floor and buried his face in his hands, smearing blood through his fur. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make her screams drown out the screams in his head, he couldn't use her blood to cover that of Maria’s. With a low moan, he curled up, staring at the corpse.

~~~

Several hours later, the dark hedgehog stuffed the corpse of Cream the Rabbit into a large sack, pulled on his trenchcoat, and dashed out of the door, heading for Amy Rose's apartment in Central City. He climbed the six or seven flights of stairs to her floor, and dropped the bag outside her door. He rang the doorbell, to the tune of the chorus of 'Follow Me', and ran for it.

About thirty seconds later - plenty of time for the dark hedgehog to get away - a tear-stained Amy opened the door.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" she asked the empty corridor. There was no answer. She looked down at the sack and, curious, opened it carefully.

Then she began to scream.

~~~

Harley: Just a comment - since this is just after Sonic Advance 2, the ages are all consistent with that. So Shadow just raped a six year old girl.

Terminus: Harley plays Shadow. I swear, I didn’t think up all that messy stabbing crap. I was the victim here. Now get your asses over to reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
~~~

Bloody Domination

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

~~~

Harley: Cool song, Anon! Thanks for the effort. But don’t try any more impromptu poetry - unless it’s fanfiction and you’re posting it - because it won’t get you mentioned again.

Terminus: I must admit that we’re both a little surprised at the reviews. Not a single “You’re sick!” message among them. Which goes to show that you can underestimate even reviewers sometimes.

Harley: Anyway, on with the sadism! If you’ve read Chapter Two, you probably already know it’s gonna be nasty.

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Chapter Three: A Wilted Rose

Sonic looked down at Tails, who was curled up crying in his lap. The young fox had been inconsolable ever since he found out about the death of his little friend Cream. There was no murder weapon - although it was pretty obvious what had been used - and none of the fingerprints or body fluids matched anyone on file.

The body had been dumped in the dead of night on Amy Rose's doorstep, stuffed in a sack, with thirteen stab wounds and, they found later, evidence of rape. A few hours later, the body of Cheese had been found in a garbage bin in the Mall, confirming that Cream had been kidnapped in broad daylight, when Amy and Sonic were there. All the same, there were no solid witnesses who might have seen Cream’s kidnapper. The thought made Sonic’s blood boil.

It was a week later now, the day after the funeral. Amy, Tails and Charmee had cried non-stop, while Sonic had watched silently with Knuckles and the other members of Team Chaotix. Now Sonic sat on his couch, holding his best friend in his arms and trying to comfort him, but nothing seemed to soothe the kitsune.

What could he say to Tails? Seeing other people in anguish made him uncomfortable. He wasn't good at dispensing words of pity. He just sat with Tails and stroked the boy's head. He figured even being there would be good for the kid.

The phone rang, and expecting it to be a friend calling to sympathise, Sonic picked it up without a second thought. He almost dropped it again when an eerily familiar, smooth voice spoke, "Evening, Sonic," the voice almost purred.

"Good grief, what the hell do you want now?" said Sonic. "My friend is crying his heart out because of what happened to some girl he knew down the street. I don't have any time for your bullshit. Go away!"

"Funny, that... I'd have thought you'd be more interested in me now... since I killed her..." the voice sniggered nastily, "Her and that horrible Chao she owned..."

Sonic's blood turned to ice in his veins and his skin turned ghostly pale, "Oh, God. Oh, God," he muttered under his breath, before putting the receiver back against his head. "You bastard. You bastard!"

"You think what I did to her was bad?" the voice asked, "She was just a warning. Poor Amy... Poor Tails... both quite distraught, weren't they? And that upsets you, doesn't it?"

"Listen to me, if you so much as lay a finger on them, I'll rip you limb from limb. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!" Sonic was almost hyperventilating, wishing he could reach out and crush whoever was calling him. "I'll kill you! Do you hear me?" he screamed.

Tails looked up at Sonic, frightened by his older friend's fury. He had never see Sonic this angry before.

"Oh, dying's not so bad, Sonic," the voice said calmly, "Trust me on that one. I just got a little overexcited with Cream. But hey..." another evil snicker, "Practice makes perfect."

"You're a monster," said Sonic. "A despicable, soulless monster."

"Do you know where I am right now, Sonic?" the voice asked, "I want you to guess. I'm pressing the doorbell right now..." In the background, the chorus of ‘Follow Me’ rang out, slightly tinny.

Sonic gasped. He threw the phone down and dashed out the door, heading to Amy's house as fast as his legs could carry him. Scenery blurred by as he ran towards Amy's house to stop this mystery killer from hurting any more of his friends. His mind was filled with deadly resolve. He would kill this monster if he had to.

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Amy opened the door to her apartment to see the black and red hedgehog standing in the doorway, a look of pure malice in his crimson eyes, "Oh my God! Shadow!" Amy cried out, "You're dead! You're dead!" She backed away in shock as the supposedly dead hedgehog pushed his way into her house

"Wrong," Shadow said icily, "Why so scared, Amy? Do you really think I'm going to hurt you after all you did for me?" His voice sounded cool and calm, but his eyes looked all wrong, betraying if not his intent, his current state of mind.

"I can see the look in your eyes. You're up to no good, I know it. Get out of my house." She reached into a pocket of her blouse.

"Very well, Amy," Shadow's arm shot out and he grabbed her by the neck. He wasn't squeezing, but his grip was like iron, "But you're coming with me."

Amy screamed and thrashed, trying to break his grip. She pulled out a spray can of mace and sprayed it directly into Shadow's face, "Help!" she screamed. "Sonic! Police! Anybody! Help!"

"GAH! SHIT!" Shadow dropped Amy with a series of curses, and rubbed his eyes, "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he roared, suddenly enraged.

Amy took the opportunity to dodge past him out of her front door, down the stairs and out the front, not daring to look back. Had Shadow lost his mind? Why was he doing this? She ran faster and faster, running down alleyways to try to lose her pursuer.

Shadow growled, turned, and chased after Amy. Within a few seconds he had caught up with her. He swung his fist at her, and it connected. Even as a hasty, glancing blow, it sent her flying across the alley and into a dumpster. He advanced on her rapidly and produced a sharp knife. He hesitated for a second, and then leapt onto her, wrapping one arm around her neck, holding the knife against it. A blue blur rushed by the alleyway, and Amy opened her mouth to cry out, but the knife stroked against her neck, and Shadow pressed one finger to her lips with a little smile.

"Shhhh..." he whispered.

She trembled, staring into Shadow's eyes. Sonic had whizzed right by them. He was probably several blocks away by now. There was no one to help her. She had to do something. Anything. She discreetly bent her leg and then kicked Shadow right in the groin.

Shadow's eyes crossed and he cursed, but a guy who was barely slowed down by full-strength Mace wasn't really going to be put off by a kick in the groin. The knife barely trembled. Shadow looked straight into Amy's eyes, "Try that again," he said, "And I will cut your kneecaps off."

Amy trembled and stared at him in horror. "Why?" she whispered.

"Because I don't like being kicked in the balls!" Shadow dealt Amy a quick punch to the face, "Now... you're coming with me." He stood up and pulled Amy up with him, one hand holding her arm tightly, the other brushing a knife against her throat, "You don't have to die," he warned her, "Not if you're good."

"Good?" What did Shadow mean? Did he intend to make her work for him? Her mind was filled with revulsion at the idea of abetting whatever monstrous plan he was up to. But she knew she had no choice.

"Walk with me," Shadow's grip on Amy was unshakable as they walked into the darker, more unpleasant parts of Central City, "You know something, Amy? You've been on my mind a lot," he told her, "Ever since I died, in fact. You just will not stop reminding me of Maria."

"Maybe you should remember Maria's last wish to you,” Amy suggested shakily, “To bring happiness to the world? You're bringing no one happiness."

Shadow's eyes flashed, angry, "I brought the world hope and happiness! And what happened to me? I died! So don't you DARE twist Maria's words against me!"

"Many people would be proud to die for a good cause!” Amy replied, “You're the one twisting her words. It’s like I don't know you anymore!"

Shadow shook his head, "I fell through the atmosphere, and I hit the ground and I was picked up by Eggman." Shadow gestured to some of his scars, "Your blue fake wouldn't let me die with dignity... so he's going to suffer... the same way I did..."

"You did die with dignity,” Amy insisted, “You died with honour! You saved the world! I've seen Sonic looking at your power ring that he keeps in his room, reminiscing about you. He never wanted to harm you."

"Shut up!" Shadow's eyes flashed - this time with tears, "Nobody misses me! Nobody really cares!" They had taken so many rapid turns now that Amy was quite lost. Shadow had stopped outside a battered door. There was a horrible smell from inside. He opened it with a key and pushed Amy in. She tripped on the stairs and fell in, while he followed her and turned on the light that swung overhead.

"You don't have to do this! Sonic was your friend! You brought his anger upon yourself!" Amy said as she got up and dusted off her dress. "And what is this place, anyway?"

She looked around a cellar of dark grey stone, with a wooden ceiling. The air was musty and thick with unnameable, disgusting smells. Stagnant water pooled in the corners, shining iridescent grey. Water dripped from the rafters above. She cringed and brushed her hand through her spines as a drop fell onto her head. There was a filthy mattress in one corner, a dark stain in the middle of the floor, and a large knife in the corner.

"My hidey-hole," Shadow said. He picked up the other knife, still covered in blood, "I killed Cream, right where you're standing." He grinned, "She didn't put up much of a fight. Then again, she thought I might let her go."

Amy gasped in shock and fell to her knees, staring at the stain at the floor. "How dare you! How dare you! You monster!" She collapsed onto the floor, crying and pounding the stone floor with her fists.

"SHUT UP!" Shadow bellowed, and struck Amy so hard that she slammed into the wall.

Her vision almost went black as her head struck the wall and a fiery pain shot through her head. A trickle of blood ran down her face from a cut in her forehead. She looked at Shadow in shock, horror, anger, and fear. Was he going to kill her too?

Shadow dropped the knife and walked towards Amy. His expression had changed again. He brushed a tear away from her cheek with a finger, "You're very strange, Amy," he said quietly, "Why do you worship that stupid blue fake? He's arrogant, reckless, domineering, rude and selfish - I can give you all of that!"

"Because Sonic cares about me, even if he's afraid to admit it to me or himself,” Amy insisted, “You don't care about anyone. All you seem to care about now is getting revenge and hurting those who you think have wronged you. How dare you even compare himself to Sonic? You're the fake!"

Shadow shuddered in sudden anger, "He doesn't love you, Amy... but he does care. He's a caring sort of person. That's your problem. You confuse him caring for you, for love."

"He's afraid to love,” Amy said, “When he grows up a bit, I know he'll understand. But you love no one. I don't even think you love Maria anymore. I don't want anything to do with you!"

"I'm not exactly giving you a choice, Amy," Shadow rested his hands on her shoulders, then ran them down her sides, "Has Sonic ever told you that... you're actually..." his lips rested very close to her ear, "Quite beautiful?"

"Don't touch me!" Amy shrieked, lurching away from him. "Sonic would never touch me without my permission! That wasn't love, that was just, just, predatory, like an animal looking for meat!"

"Now you're getting it..." Shadow laughed suddenly, and gripped her wrists. He buried his muzzle in her neck and breathed in, "You're a virgin, aren't you, Amy?"

"I'm not saying anything to you, you creature! Let me go!" Amy strained at Shadow's grip, but he was much stronger than she, making it futile.

"Of course you're a virgin, you're 12 years old," Shadow grinned, "Then again, Cream was only six..."

"You... you raped her!" Amy shrieked. "How could you?" She shook in terror, realizing that he intended to do the same to her. The door out of the cellar was thick wood, and would stop any sounds emanating from the cellar. No one would hear her cry out for help.

"Yes, I raped her," Shadow nodded, "And then I stabbed her to death. I don't know why I did that... once you're dead, all your problems should be over. But..." he shuddered, "That's a lie. Your problems aren't over when you die." With that, he lunged forward and forced Amy into a frightening, bruising kiss.

Amy thrashed helplessly, trying to break Shadow's gasp. She couldn't believe her ears. Shadow was not just bloodthirsty, he was stark raving mad. His grip was like iron, painful and inescapable.

Shadow continued to kiss Amy, not letting up, his hands now moving over her body slowly, squeezing gently, but in intimate, private places. By now his tongue had forced her lips apart and was investigating her mouth. He had pushed her almost flat on her back, and she could see that he had closed his eyes. Eventually he broke the kiss, looking down into her wide, frightened eyes, "Nice..." he whispered.

"I hate you," Amy spat. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him defiantly. The mask had come off, and Shadow had been revealed as a savage creature motivated by carnal desires. His eyes were full of vicious lust.

Shadow looked angry again, "I don't think you understand," he said, "In here, I am in charge." With a horrible grin, he reached up Amy's dress and rummaged around in her knickers to make his point.

Amy shrieked as she felt Shadow touch her slit. She snarled and slapped him across the face, but the black hedgehog didn't even seem to care, "You filthy beast!" she shouted.

Shadow pulled his hand back again, "Amy," he said, "You could really enjoy this, if you stopped fighting it. You mistook me for faker once. Perhaps you'd like to try it again?"

"I don't enjoy being preyed upon. I want someone who respects me, not an… an animal! You only want to use me!" She spat in his face.

Shadow wiped his face, growled suddenly, and struck Amy's face again, "Of course I want to use you," he snarled, "What good are you otherwise?"

"I'm a person, just like Sonic and Tails and Cream!” Amy cried out, “Sonic understands this. You're the one who is no good!"

For a moment, Shadow looked as if he was going to kill Amy. Then he grabbed her neck, "I am ten thousand times better than that pathetic excuse for a piece of shit!" he hissed, "And you will know it by the time I have done with you!" With those words, Shadow kissed Amy again, violently moving his lips against her.

Amy punched him in the stomach, but Shadow just kept going, like a shark in a feeding frenzy. There was no humanity, no compassion in his eyes. It was an expression that filled her with terror.

After several seconds, Amy became aware that Shadow was shifting back and forth on top of her. His body weighed her down, and his hips were pushing against hers. His hands started to reach around her body, searching for the buttons to undo her dress.

Amy screamed and writhed as Shadow began to remove her clothes. She tried to throttle him, but he batted her arms away and kept at it. In desperation, she bit Shadow on the arm as hard as she could.

Shadow swore again and sat up, one arm trickling blood. He slapped Amy, and tore a strip from her dress and tied it around her mouth, "I'd rather leave your mouth free," he said, "But if you're not going to behave, I guess I'll have to find other places to stick my cock. Are you going to behave?" he asked, his voice a growl.

Amy thrashed around, making her defiance clear in any way she could. She swung punches at Shadow, which he easily deflected. She tried to yell at him, but muffled noises were all she could get through the gag.

"I'll take that as a no," Shadow growled. He pulled off Amy's training bra and began to grope her breasts, "Oh, Amy... I wish you could enjoy this as much as I do..."

Amy thrashed some more, but Shadow held her limbs down. Her eyes were like green fire, blazing with fury and hatred. If she could, she would have strangled him. His touch felt like the ultimate violation, something which went through her skin and flesh and into her very soul

Shadow could feel himself severely aroused by Amy's struggles and the hatred in her eyes. He pulled off his gloves and pushed his hand into her knickers once again, this time stroking her slit.

Amy let out a cry as he touched her most intimate of places and tried even harder to escape his grasp. As she felt a finger penetrate her, she brought her arms up so hard that one of them broke against the force of Shadow's arm, eliciting a strangled scream of agony.

Shadow suddenly flinched at this scream. He pulled his finger out of her and looked into her eyes, "Now do you understand?" he asked, "That wouldn't have happened if you had just been sensible and just lain still." He stroked her face gently, "Now you can hardly struggle at all."

Amy was in too much pain to fight anymore and just watched helplessly as Shadow indulged himself. She could see an engorged phallus begin to poke out from under his fur. She knew what ‘boy parts’ were like, but she never knew that they could swell up and become rigid like that. His penis looked frighteningly large to the inexperienced girl, far too large to fit inside her.

Shadow smiled, still touching her, "And now you can't fight back at all," he said again, sliding one finger inside her slowly and carefully. His other hand moved over her body, stroking her intimately, but his touch was uninvited.

Amy whimpered as she felt intense bursts of strange and unfamiliar feelings rush through her body. They were incredibly intense, and she imagined if they had come benevolently, she would have liked them. But here and now they were degrading, humiliating, and unbearable

"I really wanted you to enjoy this, Amy," Shadow said, kissing her on the forehead, "But you just had to be difficult... you had to fight me. You know something? I'm actually quite glad of that."

Amy's terror and anguish were now accompanied by even more confusion at Shadow's remarks. She had no idea what he meant. His words were an incoherent, obscene mockery of tenderness, like a cross turned upside down and transfigured into an emblem of evil. Every comment seemed to make less sense than the last

Shadow pulled off Amy's final undergarments, and sat on her belly, his cock almost fully erect, "There are just... so many things I want..." he moaned softly, and ripped off her gag, leaning forward, "For a start, I want to hear you scream my name..."

Amy said nothing, deciding to defy Shadow through inaction rather than action. His erection stretched out in front of him, slick and slimy from the natural oils used to lubricate it and let it slide smoothly in and out of its sheath. The feeling of it on her was revolting. She wanted to die, right here, right now, and end her misery. But she had a feeling death would take its time in reaching her.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, "You will scream my name," he told Amy, his expression hardening again, "Even if I have to break your other arm!" With that, he rolled her roughly onto her front, jolting her fractured arm, and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Or would you rather I pretended to be Sonic?" he asked her, his hands groping her breasts again.

Amy decided to put an ironic twist into complying with his demand. "Shadow, I hope you burn in hell!" she screamed. "Burn in hell!"

"Close enough," Shadow smirked, and lifted the remains of Amy's dress. Then he forced his cock, slick with natural lubricants, between her tight butt-cheeks and into her anus.

Amy shrieked, a blood-curdling, frighteningly loud scream of excruciating agony that was even louder than the screams Cream made. Her rectum tore and blood seeped around the opening, trickling down Shadow's shaft, lubricating it. She screamed again as he withdrew slightly and thrust into her once more.

As Shadow's hands squeezed her body and his hips thrust forward, Amy could hear his breathing becoming deep-seated grunts, like some animal in heat. She was aware of his cock buried deep inside of her, but also of his muzzle buried in her fur, taking in deep lungfulls of her scent.

Amy's own breathing became a strained rasp as pain overwhelmed her. It was as if Shadow's penis was burning her insides, tearing delicate membranes and nerve endings. It dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, the repetitive, rhythmic thrusting and the accompanying bursts of pain.

Shadow moaned again, and she could feel him trembling inside her as his irregular, brutal thrusts sped up. He was really enjoying this. It wasn't just some sort of crazed revenge trip; he was really enjoying this, enjoying fucking her, violating her body.

Amy felt like a lamb being eaten alive by a wolf as Shadow got his thrills from desecrating the temple of her body. Her pain was his pleasure. She wanted him to die slowly, painfully, feeling all the pain she felt multiplied a hundredfold. If anyone deserved death in her eyes, Shadow now did.

She became aware of Shadow now pulling her into a kneeling position. His arms still wrapped tightly around her waist, and as his hips thrust forward, he pulled her back against him, groping at her body viciously, lustfully, as he did so, "Scream my name," he panted in her ear, pulling her against him, "Scream my name and I'll end it..."

Feeling no other choice, she complied. "Shadow!" she screamed in one last degradation, a defilement of her spirit to match that of her body. And that bastard Shadow loved it. She hated his guts.

True to his word, Shadow thrust into her one more time, and blew his load inside her anus. Several seconds passed as a shudder of deep pleasure went through his body, and his cock wilted and left her body, "There... that wasn't so bad, was it?" he panted into her ear, slightly mockingly, his hands still moving over her, more gently now.

Amy shuddered at Shadow's touch, a twisted perversion of tenderness, the holy made unholy, a touch that turned people into meat. His words rang hollow, ramblings made to further debase her. Everything he was saying and doing was filled with falsity.

"Well?" Shadow's voice suddenly became dangerous again, "Nothing to say about your first time, Amy? Don't worry, you're still a virgin - sort of." he stroked her front slit with a soft chuckle.

"I hate you," said Amy as tears streamed down her face. "I hate you! I want you to die!" She slammed her fist against the stone floor and cried.

Shadow shook his head, and turned Amy around, "Be careful what you wish for, Amy," he said. Unexpectedly, he picked her up and carried her across the room, laying her down on a filthy, stinking mattress. It smelt of urine, and blood, and sweat, but most of all it smelt as if Shadow had been jacking off on it a lot. It was what he had been sleeping on for the last month or so. He was giving her what compromised as a bed in this hole. He smiled down at her, "You'd better get some rest, my beauty," he said softly, "Because even though this has been a most depressing, discouraging day... there's another one coming tomorrow."

Amy spit on the hard cold ground as Shadow left the room. She was not sure who she wanted to die more, Shadow or herself. She curled up and slowly fell into fitful, restless sleep.

Shadow stopped at the bottom of the steps to the cellar, wiping himself off slowly. He shook his head. He'd had a whole week to plan this. If he was going to keep Amy here until he'd fucked her every way he could think of, he'd have to feed her. But he hadn't planned for her breaking her arm. For some reason, even though the idea of raping her until she couldn't even look a man in the face seriously appealed, he didn't want her to end up crippled. He'd have to get a splint or something. And now she was using his bed - what the hell was he going to sleep on? He shrugged. It didn't matter. The absolute certainty that Sonic was probably going insane with worry more than made up for having to sleep on bare concrete.

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Harley: Whatever you say, don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Terminus: Geez, but this is soul-destroying to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Bloody Domination

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Terminus Est

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Harley: If you think we’re making a big deal of Shadow raping Amy by having two chapters, don’t get too annoyed - it’s just that Cream was easing you in. Two chapters per victim will be the norm soon.

Terminus: Yes. Now remember, since this is all happening directly post Sonic Advance 2, Amy is 12! Isn’t that AWFUL!

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Chapter Four: Me Shadow, You Victim

Amy didn't know how much time had passed in the cellar. No natural light got in, that was for sure. But Shadow had been acting... weird. More so than before. First he had very carefully bound up her fractured arm in a makeshift splint. Then he had come down again with a pizza to share. He'd told her she could eat or starve, it was all one to him. So she'd eaten, and it hadn't been poisoned. And apart from the frequent lustful glance, he hadn't tried it on. She knew though, that it was only a matter of time. Even now, the door to the cellar was unlocking, and shoes were treading down the stairs.

Her ears perked up as the footsteps became louder. Was Shadow going to torture her again? Was he really sincere with that show of tenderness he had put on earlier? She didn't know what to think.

Shadow turned on the dim light. Once again he was smiling that calm, reassuring smirk, but that meant nothing now. He looked at her in a way that said 'you're mine', and walked over to her, sitting next to her on the dirty mattress.

"What do you want this time?" Amy said. "Going to play Mr. Nice Guy again? I can see right through you. You just want me to live longer so you can use me!"

"Oh, Amy," Shadow put on a look that suggested her words had hurt his feelings, "You talk as if you don't enjoy it." He ran his fingers over her uninjured arm.

"Of course I don't enjoy it. No one enjoys being raped,” Amy replied, flinching away from him, “You're a sick bastard."

"I'm just taking my revenge," Shadow smirked, "Is that so wrong?" he didn't wait for an answer, "That stupid blue fake and his friends are going frantic up there," he gestured with a hand to the ceiling, "They can't find you. And they won't find you."

"You’re taking revenge for something he never did to you!” Amy said, “Are you insane?"

"He let me drop," Shadow growled, becoming angry again, "He let me die. I didn't want to die. Not really. Not truly. Nobody does. And yet... there are many worse things than death."

Amy ‘humphed’ and stared right into his eyes with a burning gaze. "Sonic tried to save you. I watched him try to save you. Don't say that he just let you die because I saw him trying to save you with my own eyes!"

Shadow narrowed his eyes, "HE LET ME DROP!" he screamed, and slapped Amy sharply. She had been right. Somewhere in that fall, Shadow had lost his grip on reality.

Amy glowered at him. "And what is this fate worse than death you speak of?"

"Life," Shadow hissed. With a shudder of suppressed rage, he regained some semblance of calm again, "Life is pain," he gestured to the scars on his body, "Remembering is pain. It is all suffering and loss." He stroked her face gently, "I want to forget, and this is the only way." Once again he had moved dangerously close to her.

"You're mad. Stark raving mad!” Amy told him, “Why don't you get help? You can let someone make your pain go away instead of spreading it to other people."

"You will make my pain go away," Shadow replied, "You and the others." With one arm looped around her shoulders, Shadow had pulled himself close to Amy again, and his other hand was moving over her already naked body slowly, "Bring hope to humanity indeed. There's no such thing as humanity."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Amy stammered, her blood running cold in her veins. "Go and see a doctor. Please! They can help you. Just stop doing this to people!"

"Go to a doctor..." Shadow growled, his hand suddenly tightening on a handful of Amy's flesh, "Doctors made me what I am!"

Amy yelped in pain as Shadow's fingers closed around her. "Gerald Robotnik was a madman! If you hate the person who made you what you are, why do you carry out his insane plans?"

"I carry out my own plans now," Shadow hissed. He loosened his grip and cupped her face in his hand, gently but unyielding, "No wonder Sonic wont screw you. You talk too much, and he doesn't have the guts to shut you up. He doesn't know what he's missing..." Shadow leered horribly.

"Sonic's not a murderer or a rapist," spat Amy. "You will never be half the man Sonic is."

Shadow's face twisted up in sudden rage, "I AM TEN TIMES THE MAN SONIC IS!" he screamed, and hit Amy again, pushing her onto her back and looking down at her, shaking with fury and lust.

"You&#