Shadow: so, what am I being forced to do today? (Sonic): you're gonna come hang out with us man, it'll be fun.(Shadow): you have no idea what I find to be fun.(Sonic): oh yeah, well just what is it that you find fun?(Rouge): probably pummeling you, blue boy. (Sonic): ha ha very funny, but seriously shad.(Shadow): ... (Sonic): whaahha? (Rouge): I told you. Just look at his face. He only smirks when someone is right. (Sonic): whoa, is that true shadow old pal? (Shadow): Hahahahahaha. HAHAHAHAHA. WHA HA HA HAHA HA. (Rouge): (quietly...) he's so hot when he's evil.(Sonic): (...but not quietly enough!). ... ! What the...? Rouge! (Shadow): that's it. This is too weird. I'm outta here. I'll see you in the story... (After turning a corner) freaks.
Anyway, this story goes off of everything in consoles. No game boy games, so no emerl crap. It starts off after Shadow the Hedgehog the game.
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Fallen Angel: Chapter 1: The Great Fall
Everyone in the world has a purpose. Everyone has a reason for which they exist. But when that purpose is fulfilled, what happens to them? Do they shrivel up and fade out of existence, ...
He lay on the cool metal floor of the space colony 'ARK.' Earlier, he had switched off the gravitational controls, which allowed him to float weightlessly around the room. His still motion was the only thing preventing him from doing so. He had spent five years of silent solitude onboard, during which he recalled all of the details of his time on earth. All of his delusions of working with Gerald's grandson had been accounted for after the first three years. He was gradually struck by information, no doubt from wandering familiar passageways of the inactive colony. Recently, his attentions had been on recovering what he lost in the fifty year of suspended animation, his own personal mind contorting torture.
He twitched his fingers, and left the floor. He now floated in an abyss of darkness illuminated only by the reflection of the blue below, and the reflection off a pair of blood red eyes. He recalled an occurrence in which he had wandered into her old room. It was one of the things they hadn't touched. All of the child's size furniture and her closet of three outfits, and a little blue book, which he hadn't remembered, were there. Inside the book were blank pages. He reminded himself that she wasn't much of a writer, but more of a verbal and emotional person.
...or does some new purpose come to them, to be their destiny to finish once more?
He stopped his reflection as this bizarre thought probed the inner workings of his mind. And in one brief moment, he realized something. Something that neither he, nor anyone who knew him personally would have expected.
She's... gone. She's dead, and there is no amount of remembering I can do to bring her back... This is a futile effort my mind forced me to commit to obscure the truth I had known all along!
An expression of anger overcame his face embodying total fury, like this realization was going to prompt him to destroy the ARK or wreak havoc upon the earth, but then, a condensation formed around the bottom rim of his eyes. It developed into a small trickle of tears filing his eyes, and staying there, in the weightlessness. He widened his eyes in attempt to re-absorb the saline liquid, and minimized it back to a few wet drops, which he absorbed into his glove with a quick brush of his finger. This casual ritual, used to preserve masculinity and express control, helped restore his calm.
Now having accepted his fate, or lack there of, he curled over and fiddled with his shoes to activate the turbines, with which he could navigate the weightless corridors of his self imposed prison. As he did so, a second miraculous stroke of everyday common logic passed through his neural receptors.
If I have all the answers I need, then there is no further reason for me to remain on this craft. If I have a purpose beyond the destruction of the black arms, then I'll find it on earth, not in a metallic death machine.
His ears then perked up, and received some sonic vibrations which generated the faint sound of a generator reactivating, and Shadow came crashing to the floor with a thud, though he did not show any signs of pain. In his time aboard the ARK, one thing he had realized was that there was no reason to express physical senses of pain unless someone was there to give a damn about you, which clearly from the empty hallways of the ARK and the vacuum of space surrounding it, there was indeed, no one to give a damn, and there hadn't been for a while. His emotional pains were another story... They were something that couldn't be totally boxed out.
He took a walk to the shower room, and glanced at himself in a mirror. His hair had grown long and shaggy, almost like a shag carpet, and the tips of his spines were now dragging on the cold steel. The only way someone would have recognized him would have been from the red marks on the collaborations of spines that formed the spikes that protruded from the back of his skull. He removed his shoes, his bangles, his gloves, and finally, his thin sheet briefs, and finally, twisted the handle to begin water flow. (The briefs concept is my creation to make many characters less unacceptable in fictional public opinion. They do not really exist, but are my explanation for why characters such as Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, and Shadow wear no shorts or shirts. More details will be provided in a later chapter.) He lathered, rinsed, and exited the small stall. After reducing his wetness to more of a damp, his hands began to glow. He rubbed his illuminated hands over his arms, chest, legs, and back (which he struggled on trying to get in between his two back-spines) which caused the hairs to simply fall off. He performed a similar action to his elongated quills. His grip on the bunches tightened, creating the points he was more accustomed to, but with an addition of some small white tips from the scaring of the living material.
He urinated, then returned his garment to its rightful position, and fidgeted to make it comfortable. He searched some compartments for a new pair of gloves, then used the old ones to polish his bangles. Finally, he made his way to the dining common near the mission control. In transit, he continued his thoughts. Mostly they were questions.
What could be waiting for me back on the Earth? Could there really be a continuous inexhaustible supply of reasons to continue life that replace each other as one by one they become completed? I must have another reason to be. Wouldn't I have died in the battle with Black doom all those ears ago if I didn't have more to accomplish?
Shadow arrived, and searched through the warehouse of food pastes. He picked out a steak tube and grabbed a small piece of rope. He squeezed some gelatinous steak goo into his mouth. Then he chewed on the rope to give it some texture. His mouth had not tasted real food for five years.
The darkness moved from the cafeteria to the control room across the hall while maintaining a steady ingestion of nutrient paste. He pushed a few keys and buttons across the giant keyboard, and prepared an escape pod, and while it was being readied, he placed a few important objects into a brown backpack. He set the auto count down by typing a few more commands, then took his last look at the cold walls, and entered the capsule. Ten seconds passed, and finally, the airlocks opened, and shot him into the vacuum of space on a collision course for earth.
The vacuum was cold as ice, and it lasted for a day. Twenty four hours of hibernation. He woke from his cold sleep to find it decent in temperature. The dark hedgehog knew this was not a good time to be reawakened. Reentry was just around the bend, and he was hoping to sleep through it. He was amnesiatic from his trips through the atmosphere before, and would prefer to know who he was when he returned. He did have some assurance that he would be alright this time. The first time he did not know what to expect, and was weakened from his emotional loss. The second time, he was unprotected and was in the heat for too long before he was rescued. But now, he was rested, and sure he would get through alive.
The heat of reentry was horrifically intense. Shadow heaved and went in and out of consciousness, he tried to control his bowels, but he couldn't keep his stomach down. His meat paste was now splattered all over the window. After roughly ten minutes of near death, the capsule reentered the atmosphere and vented itself. It shot like a missile into the blue ocean, deploying its safety floatation device just prior. It sunk down, then rapidly flew back up to level out on the surface. The capsule opened and shadow fell out, unconscious, onto the raft.
When he woke, night had fallen, and the moon had just begun to pop over the horizon. He stood up, but then his head began to throb and he vomited again, as if he was hung over. He decided he was sea sick, and while fighting the nausea, he reached into the capsule and pulled out the backpack from which he produced a shining green gem. Its perfection was matched by none, other than its six counterparts. As Shadow stared at it, it began to glow, focusing its energy into the hedgehog's body. He held it above him and shouted the ever so familiar phrase, "CHAOS CONTROL!" and he disappeared in a huff of green light.
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Wow, Shadow can speak. It's a miracle! One line of text! Reviews are good, so please do. And that is going to be shadows exit scene words. Almost every time he warps, I will use 'disappeared in a huff of green light.' It's kinda my signature that I did it, except for not. And the before the act sections will be there too, as a story behind the story.