In the Fatal Shadows
January 26th 00:54am, Downtown Station Square.
The evening was well and truly over, the long night of celebration crept to a close and melded towards the early morning. Rouge the bat, thief of the night and feminist, approached the door to a rundown shack. Well, it looked like a door. Majorly disfigured by the years and seasons termites had already had their feed from the ugly timbre. With no hinges, Rouge slid the door to the side, and then pulled it back behind her once she had entered. The room was utterly dark. This didn’t bother Rouge, as she didn’t need eyes to manuvre in the darkness, she was a bat. She had ears. Above her, was a cushioned pole that stretched across the wall, close to the ceiling, but not close enough so it allowed footing. Rouge cart wheeled forwards and hooked her feet at the top of the pole and lay there, upside down. Before her rest, she thought to herself.


January 25th 11:01pm, Downtown station square, Zephyrsanz Nightclub.
A room crammed with lights and sounds, alcohol and people enjoying themselves. Rouge stepped up to a red echidna named Knuckles. He sat with a young woman and chatted away with her. His face was beet red. “Hey Kucciehead” The crafty bat hollowed.
The girl stood up and gave a cross look before slapping Knuckles in the face. “You told me you were SINGLE!”
“AHHHH no! Don’t leave!” Knuckles whined, before quickly turning his attention to Rouge, staring at her crudely “Hey bitch, why you have to go do that?”
“Number 1: Never make out with a human, Number 2: I was gonna tell you something,”
“Well I got not much else to do now you ruined my party, so I suppose so,”
“What party? Go find someone like you… anyways…,”
“Yeah, you were supposed to be telling me something!” Knuckles slammed his fist on the table, shattering it into a thousand pieces of splint.
Rouge looked at him like he was an idiot, then firmly closed her eyes “I was trying to say that Shadow is behaving rather strangely tonight, I couldn’t find him anywhere here and he’d said he was gonna meet me,”
“Maybe he didn’t like the fact that Chris was gonna be here,” Knuckles pointed over to the bar. Chris an 18 year old man was prancing around, heavily under the influence of liquor.
“I…am…withit!”
“What the fuck?” Rouge asked.
“No, you mean that’s why Sonics not here,” Knuckles replied.
“I guess you’re right,” Rouge firmly agreed.

January 25th 11:06pm, Downtown Station square, Sky Scraper no.063
Sonic leapt from building to building in a search for something. “I know you’re here somewhere, you monster, so come on out,”
He searched around drastically, an the second he shifted his head to the right, he locked onto a slender shape. “Ah-ha, I found you. You may have been created by Eggman, but your goin’ down pal,”
A head from a distance looked at the approaching hedgehog and gapped it as he caught track of its advance. “Don’t think you can get away pal,” Sonic chuckled.
Indeed the blue hedgehog was right. What he chased lacked speed. He approached it closer and closer, and then leapt upon the creature as it looked upwards. Sonic thrusted his arm forwards, and the shadowed face pulled backwards. Sonics’ hand caught onto a cold, wet furry object. He pulled back and it flung of the monster. Sonic inspected it closely “This is a green scarf, so you must be…”
“That’s right you moron,” The ‘creature’ replied. “I’m just like you, from your world,”
He pulled out a torch and shined it onto his red face. “I’m Knife, Knife the Dragon. Not at your service,”
“I’m very sorry,” Sonic shrugged.
“Damn right you are,” Knife replied.
“Well I was looking for something Dr.Eggman had created…,” Sonic revealed as he handed back Knifes’ scarf.
“You say Dr.Eggman… I have purposes with him. Where is he hiding?” Knife spoke keenly.
“To be honest, I don’t really know. If I did, then I would’ve trashed his base a long time ago,” Sonic shrugged.
“When you called me a creature, what were you really looking for?” Knife asked, placing his scarf around his neck carefully.
“I was looking for…”
An explosion not too far off ended his sentence.

25th January 7:35pm, Unknown Location, Eggman’s base.
“Eggman! Where are you hiding!? Come out so I can kill you,” Shadow cried as he rose from the floor.
There was silence. Shadow could no-longer hear the tele-com that Eggman used. All but the roaring path of flames and destruction behind him. He slid into the next room, holding a pole taken from the rubble he had created previously. The room ahead of him was dark, and as he walked there he too plunged into darkness. It was impossible to see anything.
“Shadow,” Eggmans voice blurted out from the darkness.
At that second the sentence ended, the lights flicked on. Claws extended from every hole on the walls of the room in a large spaghetti mess of cables. Shadow backed off, but the door behind him had shut. He smacked away the oncoming arms and shattered them before smacking away a few more. “Don’t think you can keep up when they regenerate. You’re done for.” Eggman cackled as he stood at the back of the room.
Shadow used chaos control and appeared before Eggman at the back of the room and with his large pole at hand, Shadow performed a downwards cut, however, the pole locked when a claw grabbed ahold of it. Shadow was forced to let go and instead tried a spin dash against Eggman. Fortunately with this method, oncoming claws were spun away when they tried to handle him. The Doctor pressed a button on his controller and a large glass screen separated Shadow from him. “Carry on spinning, you’ll only fatigue sooner or later,”
Shadow carried on spinning in a spin dash form continuously. All Eggman had to do was wait. Shadow began to feel weaker, he never spun this long before a dash in his life, and the pain began to shoot up him, slowing him down.
“Frig,”
Shadow had to quit this now. If he did, he’d have some energy left to avoid the mess of claws on wires approaching him. He left his spin dash and began once more to hit them away. He dodged left and right as claws smacked to the floor missing him. Shadow gave a short laugh, but as he did, a single claw hooked onto his arm. He pulled and leapt up, but his jump was slowed and all the claws hooked themselves onto shadow from the arms downwards and halted his movements. The claws began to dig in, and make him bleed. Eggman gave a sneer look. “You see now?” Eggman chuckled.
“See what? Tell me Doctor! Why are you laughing!?”