I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog or other characters (belongs to SEGA). Nor the music "shadow of the day". It belongs to Linkin Park.
Closing the last box, he turned to see his work. Glancing at the clock, he knew that the time was almost over now.
It was night, and was raining. He saw the war on the streets happening down there from the window. People thought he didn't even exist.
He took his jacket from the closet, put his combat boots and grabbed his bag. The apartment key was the only thing in his hand.
The light was off, the door was locked. He didn't turn back, walking away from the "comfort refuge" to the "real war". Those people fight for the only thing they didn't have: their freedom.
The few shouts they gave passed through his window, like there was nothing. they echoed in the hallway, calling him somehow.
He understood their call, walking for his fate. They fight with their lives for something they missed. The desire for having something worth fighting for. They fight for their lives with their lives. Their freedom was taken away, and they wanted it back.
He stood at the entrance, looking at the street. He watched the destruction, expressionless. He was accustomed to that. It's been like that since he was born.
He walked through the things thrown. Cars, pieces of walls, people, machines, trees... All of it was destroyed. All of it's gone. Well, sort of. All of them will not have a chance to live another day. But they all knew it was worth. Even the dead ones knew. "Sacrifices must be made." They may, in the future, not even be remembered, but the anonymous heroes are the ones who gave their lives for something worth. They had it as a comfort.
The rain did not bother him, it was common there. The last time he saw the sun set was long way ago. He knew that the sun was somewhere floating in space, and he wondered if he would see it again.
A giant shadow appeared on the horizon. He saw them coming, flying. That damn robots were roaring through the sky, their ferocious eyes searching for any sort of like still alive.
The time was running short. He knew he couldn't keep running forever. He took a sharp turn, having an advantage upon for his life. But it was for little time. They would be back in track soon.
He took a weapon from a dead body, and started running again. But when they appeared, he was ready. He slashed one by one, all his force put in that. The anger in his eyes shone with the sparks that flew in every successful hit. But he was becoming tired, and the robots outnumbered him easily. Soon the robots were all over him, and he couldn't escape. He gathered all his power and concentrated, even knowing that it would kill him. He then released, the blinding light destroying every robot near him, and doing serious damage to the others that were far. His heart didn't have the energy to continue pulsing, so it just beeped this time, and was silenced.
A/N: hey people. my first fic. When I wrote, I was just another story, but I saw Shadow there. It's not that I like him (that much), but he fit.
sorry if there are any grammar problems. review!