Ok, right, I just wanna start out by saying that this is my first Sonadow fic' and I will admit it's not brilliant. My style of writing is supposedly very different, but that's just what others have told me. If you like this then thank you. :D Every view is appreciated, even if I don't get a single review. Still, if anyone does read this then a bit constructive criticism would be nice :3 Please?

Inspired by He Is My Master and Dark Salvation, here it is:

Sonadow: Jewel thief

Warning. The following 'fic' contains blood, violence and bad storylines. Read at your own peril...

Chapter One:

Clinging To Life

The sun was just about to break over Westopolis' dusty buildings and dim alleyways, the first faint rays of orangey glow breaking over horizon, the mighty star not yet in sight. Birds twittered in the trees, people snored in their beds. All was peaceful, as it had been for the last two and a half years since the Black Arms attacked, the heroic hedgehog's deeds all but forgotten in the memory of it's citizens.

SSCCCRRRIIIPPPPP!

The bullet tore close by Shadow's head at three times the speed of sound, narrowly missing his ear. The hedgehog was panting as he ran, chased and aimed at by almost every G.U.N. soldier in the city. He ducked inside a ruined house and sank to the floor, gasping.

His latest run-in with the Guardian Unit of Nations was not a pretty one. What they were after him for, he didn't know, but it was something to do with the Chaos Emeralds. All seven of them were missing, and apparently a dark, hedgehog-like figure had been seen taking them from their places in G.U.N. headquarters. Now where was that major sense of de-ja-vu coming from? Still, exactly how that faker had escaped their clutches eluded his head like a kicked puppy. He had them unawares, sure, but if Sonic could do it, anyone could, right?

Even so, Shadow was innocent. A cetain angry commander said otherwise.

There was a smash, something small and hard whistling past him. The bullet drove itself into the wooden beam directly behind his bottom right spine. The hedgehog's head snapped round, then again to what remained of the shattered window. He couldn't spot anyone, but an assassin would have little point if you saw them coming. Another projectile flew straight past him. Then a third. Surely 'trained' soldiers didn't miss THREE times, right?

There was a sharp cracking sound as the support beam began to split. Already on his feet, Shadow dived out the broken window, the walls collapsing behind him. He stood and shook himself, looking back at the pile of destruction he nearly was a part of.

Ok. They don't miss.

The nect instant, Shadow felt his body spun violently. He fell to the floor, only just feeling the terrible sting of the bullet wound across his left arm. Gripping at it with his good hand, he cursed as the blood stained his glove a deep crimson, the hypersensitive nerves sending hellfire to his brain. Somehow, he forced himself up, and began to run down a nearby alleyway, another bullet boring itself into the pavement where his left foot had been just a half-second earlier.

Shadow slowed to a walk, his genetically enhanced muscles exhausted. Just two hours, and he was tired. Showed how hard they were pushing him. By this point, he was covered in cuts, bruises and weeping gashes. It went without a doubt he had a few broken bones, too. The ultimate lifeform shut his eyes and groaned. Why him?

A single gleam of silver caught his eye, as the sun finally rose above the horizon. A gun. He grabbed it with a single deft sweep of his good arm, his luck finally turning... before sighing with disgust. Empty. He tossed it behind him and carried on walking.

BANG!

The bullet ripped across the floor, through his shoe and straight into the back of his foot. He yelped with pain as he watched the floor crash towards him. Not as empty as he had thought...

Many precious seconds passed before he finally opened his eyes. Using his bloodstained right arm, he pulled himself over to what remained of a shattered fence, picked up a large plank of wood. Using it as a crutch to help him walk, the ultimate life form limped as fast as his injuries allowed along the passage, all the while his whole body ebbing with pain.

The end was in sight. Shadow peered out, to the left, then the right. He pulled back into the dark, the quickly looked up, down and behind himself, too. Never can be too careful. Using a knife he had found earlier, the hedgehog began to carve a smooth handle into the wood, as the splinters had begun to penetrate his gloves. Within a few seconds, he was satisfied, and stepped out of the shadows. The street was completly deserted. A few burning buildings here and there, but good enough an escape route as any.

Tucking the blade into his chest fur, he ampled slowly down the street. His fur bristled and he stopped, ears erect, eyes flickering. The sound of an explosion rang out from above, a G.U.N. helicopter crashing down mere inches in front of his nose. Shadow fell backwards, knocked his injured foot on the pavement and cursed loudly. He sat up and rubbed at his leg, before observing the wreck before him. The pilot and his comrades were dead, bodies alight with red hot licks of fire. Shadow felt no sympathy for them. He had grown up a heartless killer, a pointless experiment. Shunned and rejected were but a few of the feelings he had learned to accept. Still, there was Maria... But she was killed before his eyes, the memory still sparking flames of hatred towards all humankind inside his woozy head.

Turning to leave, his superior eyes spotted a flash of silver amidst the twisted metal and shards of glass. Stepping closer, his lids widened. A box. No, not a box... but a safe. Shadow picked his way towards it, retrieving it from under a split rotor. Using the last of the strength i his arms, he managed to prise it open. Inside... His pupils dilated in shock. No! It couldnt be!

It was. The silver chaos emerald! Shadow pulled it out, tossing the iron casing behind it. He held it to the light, watching the sun's rays dance through its many angles.

Smiling through the pain, he looked over at the copter. For a split second, he thought he saw Maria behind the wreckage. Her face was troubled, lonely. Shadow sighed, and the image disappeared. Suddenly his brain flashed on an idea. The weariness was affecting him deeply, but his plan was well thought out, a painless end to this madness.

"I'm coming, Maria," he whispered. Lifting the priceless gem above his head, he took in a deep breath. Then, for the whole world to hear, he cried out two words into the breaking dawn;

"Chaos... CONTROL!"

So whaddya you guys think? Should I continue, or should I go to FF hell for this peice of crap? You guys have to tell me! Pwweeease? Also, yes, there will be... yaknow... in later chapters but I want this to have a storyline too!