A Shot in the Dark

A/N- Hello there! Welcome to this story, and I thank you for reading it. This about my OC Midnight, but other Sonic characters will be in there as well. This is a more developed story of Midnight, so if you are familiar with her, this is still her basic story. Those of you who are not familiar with Midnight,then you will now be informed of her life. I WILL NOW BEGIN, CHILDREN.

MIDNIGHT'S P.O.V

Everyone has their own story of where they come from that defines who they are.

Of course, everyone's story us unique as well.

My story consists of friendship, growing up, loss, and maturity.

Oh. I was nine when this happened.

So allow me to begin.

I am the last dark type that remains on planet Mobius. The rest of my tribe died out,long ago, when I was nine. I guess it wasn't that long ago, considering I am now 16, but it has felt like centuries. Being on your own for a good six years will do that to you.

Back when everyone was still alive, a story as old as time itself was always told. It has been passed down from generation to generation. But the story isn't a happy one. The story was of all the dark types dying out from disease or getting killed by our number one enemy. Light types. Light types believed we were evil. Truth be told, most of our kind were. Not my tribe. Light types did not believe this, though.

All but one.

Arrow.

The boy who saved my life.

The boy I fell in love with.

No, I did not realize what love was at nine. But now that he's gone, I've come to realize I love him.

I'm going to stop jumping around and start the story now. Be warned, though. If you know, you are subject to danger. Just like me.

Just like Arrow.

It seemed like a normal day, at first. My guy friends and I were playing basketball. They enjoyed my company only because I was not girly and didn't cry every time one of them pushed me down. If they even got me to the ground before I forced them down.

It was three on three, with the opposing team bringing the ball down the...for the lack of a better word, crappy court.

I was on Eclipse, who was a foot and a half taller than I, and three times my weight. His problem was that he hated hurting girls. So he couldn't do anything about me being right up on him, attempting to get the ball from him.

But suddenly, he froze, with a horrified look on his face. "G-Guys..." Everyone looked to where he was staring. There were six kids our age or older, standing along the edge of our court. Their muzzles held a deadly smirk, and one of their hands powered up a sphere of light.

I was absolutely terrified. I could run, but they were faster. I could fight, but they were stronger. There was absolutely no chance of surviving.

"How about we man up?" said one, the biggest of them all, with an amused, evil smirk. The leader, I presumed. We were all shaking, terrified. Even the most brave looked like they were about to pee themselves. Suddenly, we each had a light type, right in our faces. The one in front of me was a navy hedgehog with golden arrows lining his body. His eyes, also golden, were boring into my navy irises, which were filling with tears.

I heard shouts from my friends, terrified shouts, agonizing shouts. I was the only one not being tortured.

"Go." Did...I hear that right? I stared at the hedgehog, completely flabbergasted. He shoved me, but I could tell it was not to harm me.

He was trying to help me.

I ran off as fast as my legs could carry me.

I heard frustrated shouts behind me, and screaming in front of me. The whole village was running around frantically, looking for somewhere to hide. I hid in an old shed that was proclaimed abandoned years before. I hid under dust and wood and equipment in the back and sat there, sobbing and panting. I was there for hours, until it was night and I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. I no longer heard any screaming or such, so I knew the light types were gone. Even then I still didn't move.

I'm sure glad I didn't.

Suddenly, the door began to creep open, allowing a high pitched squeak to echo through the shed. Moon light seeped in through the crack, and I could finally see better. In front of me was that same hedgehog who saved me. He closed the shed door. I gulped, still afraid for my life. What if he killed me now?

"Relax." he commanded, and sat in front of the pile I was stuck under. I slowly stuck my head out to see if I was in any danger.

He didn't seem dangerous. He was relaxed himself, with his shoulders no longer tensed like I could tell they were before. He didn't look much older than I was, maybe thirteen, and his eyes seemed friendly enough.

I couldn't be for sure, though. Light types are almost completely immune to any dark type attack or ability. I could usually read minds, even though I was still practicing from my father how to block other thoughts out and tune others in.

I couldn't get a single fragment from him. The only thing I heard was a faint ringing within my head, the ringing that drives me insane. I tried to get my mind off of it.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him, still half way on alert that he would live up to his classified stereotype.

"I can't stand killing innocent lives..." he remarked, and looked down at his lap. I slowly crawled out of my hiding place. Finally, someone who saw good in others who didn't classify as "good."

"That's different." I stated, and sat down in front of him. I studied his quills. He had three large ones on his head, and the top one started gold and eventually turned into an arrow that stopped right above his eyes. I was amazed. Not only were they on his head, but they were on his arms and legs too. "I like your tattoos." I said naively. He looked up at me, and a small, amused smile decorated his peach muzzle. "They're more like birthmarks. But thanks." I felt my checks heat up. I hated being stupid. I'm usually mature for my age, and I'm ahead in my studies by about four years.

I tried to cover up my naive comment. "They're really cool." Suddenly, the arrows that decorated his fur began to shine faintly. They illuminated the whole area, despite the faintness, and brought me warmth I had never experienced before, such as feeling the warmth of the sun after a long winter with clouded skies. I also felt strangely happy for a girl who's friends were just murdered.

"Whoa..." I muttered, simply awe-struck. It was beautiful.

The boy didn't seem to like it, though. He stood, looking horrified, and tried to run away. I grabbed his hand quickly, not wanting the feeling or him to leave. "Wait..." The glow got brighter, and he pulled his hand away from mine quickly. He stared at me like I had just grown a second head or something. And then he looked at his glowing arrows.

"My...abilities...they're controlled by emotions...if I feel too much, they get out of hand..." I stared at him with my jaw dropped. His head fell under my gaze, cheeks colored red.

"What feeling was that?" I questioned.

"No idea." he replied. Looking back on it, I knew of the feeling he had felt. He had been embarrassed.

Now that I could see him even more clearly, I saw that a blood soaked white cloth was wrapped around his upper left arm. I gasped, stood, and gently grabbed his arm. "What happened?" I exclaimed, examining the covered wound even closer. He grunted to hold back evidence that he was hurt, and gently pulled his arm away. As if I didn't know it hurt him.

"Punishment for allowing you to get away." he informed me. I felt completely guilty. I was a dark type who trusted a light type, did what they said, and ran away. Those first two were a definite rule-breaker. "I...I'm sorry..." The hedgehog shook his head. "Don't worry about it. My fault. Besides, I'd rather have me hurt than you dead." Instantly, my guilt faded, and I smiled at him. He was so different- kind, unselfish...

I held out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Midnight." He stared at my hand, and I honestly thought he didn't know why I was holding it out to him, and that he didn't know what he was supposed to do with it. "You shake it." I informed. He chuckled, and I decided right then and there that his laugh reminded me of music- something I love, that has personality and melody.

"Arrow." He shook my hand firmly, while making eye contact with me. I giggled for some odd reason, and pulled him towards the exit. "I'm gonna fix you up. Or my mom will. If I tell her you saved my life, maybe you'll be able to stay with us for a while." Arrow seemed content with that. "Good. I managed to convince my tribe I was dead. And I'll have to deliver some news of the next attack to your chief, if you don't mind."

"Okay. He's my daddy." I replied. Arrow seemed completely shocked, and now slightly frightened. Without another word, I led him to my small house, fingers still intertwined with each others.

Arrow stayed in the community for six months. He was hidden along with me during every attack. He vowed to protect me at all costs. We became best friends, despite our three-year age difference (I was nine, he was twelve).

When the disease hit, and I seemed to be one of the few unaffected. Everyone began taking me into consideration for being the prophet.

The last dark type remaining is supposed to be the one who renews the dark types, to where there was no longer mostly evil species. Their two main goals were to- 1. Stay alive long enough to 2. Reproduce. That is how the story has been told, and though many did hot believe it anymore, it seemed completely set in stone.

And it was.

My father was one of the first to die from the disease. Soon after that, nearly everyone died, like a domino effect. As soon as one passed, another followed. When my mother knew she was close, she sent Arrow and I off, far away, to keep me safe. And she told Arrow two things I was never supposed to know, but read my mother's mind about while she was deep in thought about it.

1. Leave Midnight alone halfway through your journey. You are to never meet up again. It is a risk to both of you.

2. If you do happen to cross paths again, never get involved in a relationship, despite the way I know you feel about her. It is a very small chance either of you will make it to adulthood.

When Arrow left me, he kissed my forehead with tears brimming his eyes, and walked away without looking back.

And still today, I am in constant danger. This evil madman never ceases to stop trying to hunt me down and use me for his own personal game.

But I'm not the only one he is after.

He is after Arrow as well.

A/N- I apologize for any errors I missed, and the boringness of this chapter. Please review!