A/N: A quick little story about Sonic's Dark side, Dark Sonic. Just what I think his reaction to it and his reflections on it would be. Sonic's P.O.V. Enjoy!


Darkest Light

I can barely believe myself, how I just lost control like that. I don't really know what it was that made me snap.

Was it Chris lying in Cosmo's lap, passed out and in pain? Or was it the expression on Cosmo's face when she looked at me? Or was it simply me finally getting fed up with everything going on?

I'm beginning to believe it was a combination of all three. And beyond that, I think it might have been my hate for the entire race of Metarex as a whole that made me snap. My rage at the barbarity they expressed to Chris and Cosmo, and my hate for what they'd done to a perfectly peaceful race of plant creatures.

I can still feel it, though... The raw power that came with releasing my anger like that.

It felt amazing, because I didn't have to think. I could rely on instinct alone and not have to worry about hurting any of my friends. I was pulled into a darkness so profound and deep that it felt light. I wasn't even listening to the commander at that point, just barely registering what he was saying at all because of my ability to hear something even if I wasn't listening.

Two robots, he told me, one to test strength, and the other, speed.

I remember what I did, but not how I did it. I felt like I was a marionette, controlled by some higher being. I wasn't really even in control of my own body, as far as I'm concerned. In fact, I wasn't even in my body after the transformation was complete.

Well, I was still in my body, but I was seeing myself do the things I did from a place outside of first person. I was standing against a wall on the far side of the room, watching my body rip through the two robots without mercy.

My fur was black with small streams of purple and black energy flowing across and off of me. I didn't have any pupils or irises. My eyes were just blank white.

To be honest, that scared me, but the power I could still feel kept me from trying to take my body back. It was invigorating, more so than running ever was—or ever will be.

I guess I owe it to old Egghead that I'm back in control now. That I ever took back control in the first place. It was his voice that snapped me out of my power-drunken state.

He was telling me to calm down, and so I did. I raced back to my body, double-time, and forced myself back into the pilot's seat.

When I was fully back in control, I looked at him in my usual cool, bored demeanour I always had around him. I guess I should probably thank him someday...

Anyway, though... Looking back on all of it, everything that happened in those quick, short moments, I have to say: if I had a choice to go back and do that day over again, I wouldn't do a thing differently.

That power was great, and I was happy to have discovered it. I wasn't happy about the circumstances, but I was glad to know I could always have an alternative when my real body got too tired to continue.

And, to this day, I can't help but want to feel that amazing burst of power again, to be able to lose control and forget about everything for a while. I felt...free, when I went 'Dark Sonic'. I stopped feeling like everything I'd ever done had been in vain, and I finally felt like I had been doing the right thing all along.

I still wonder, though, how things would've gone if I hadn't calmed down when Eggman came in. If I'd have kept on my rampage and took both him and the Metarex commander out without a second thought.

I guess I'd be happy that I had two of my biggest annoyances out of the way. But in a way, I'd be sad, too. I'd have almost no competition anymore. Peace can only calm someone for so long. After a while, I'd have grown restless, I'm sure.

I might have let my dark side take over completely, and I would've become the world's next threat, and I would've had to go up against my friends. They'd have had to become stronger than I ever could be, and they'd have to kill me to stop me.

So, in retrospect, I'm not really sure about my dark side, but I do know that, should I ever stoop so low, I'll always have a back-up plan that doesn't necessarily require real Chaos Emeralds.

And since, after all, no one is ever going to read this—except maybe Shadow, if he gets curious enough to see what I wrote today that kept me away from everyone else for most of the day, which I'm sure he will—I'm going to go ahead and say something that I really don't want anyone to hear.

Eggman, thank you for snapping me out of that. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't.

Either way, that's the end of this. I'm not going to dwell on 'Dark Sonic' for any longer, now that I've gotten it all off my chest.

-Sonic the Hedgehog, signing off.


Sonic: Well, that's it, and that's about what I think about it. Good job, Rayne.

Thanks, Sonic. I'm not usually very good at getting into a character's head and writing as them. This gave me some practice.

Shadow: So, Faker, admitting you have a dark side?

Sonic: Yeah. What's it to ya?

Shadow: Nothing. Nothing. Just surprised to see that the Legendary *rolls eyes* Sonic the Hedgehog, the Hero of Mobius, is admitting that he's not nearly as pure as everyone seems to think.

Everything is not as it seems, Shadow. Kind of like me. Did you really expect me to be an insane, perverted, disturbed little bitch when you first met me.

Shadow: ... Point taken.

Good. Say bye, you two!

Sonic: Later, fans!

Shadow: Hmph.

Sonic and Me: Review!

*After the other two leave* This could end up being a series of drabbles if I get enough reviews. The next chapters could be Sonic reflecting on a number of things. If you review, tell me if you want me to continue with a new chapter or not. If yes, tell me who/what you want him to be reflecting on/reacting to.

Kay, bye!