Shadow understood what he was seeing. He simply did not want to understand what he was seeing.
He really didn't deserve this kind of treatment.
"I really don't deserve this, Rouge", he said to himself as he readjusted the spy glass to get a better view of her and… the red devil delivering his dastardly seed in Shadow's own bed for Chaos' sake.
Shadow really did not deserve this kind of treatment.
What had he done to warrant this infidelity, this, this dishonesty from Rouge? Had he not been the perfect companion? Had he not respected her wishes, had he not gone out of his way to please her?
What did he do wrong, what did he do that built up to this point where she, where this… whore and indecent, indecent… what had he done so that she now was doing that deed with that fool?
The gossiping whore she calls her friend had something to do with this. Thank Amy and Sonic for that information. Oh, poor Tikal.
You're first.
"Row row row your boat," he chirped as he strode to intercept the echidna coming by the alleyway. It was eight at night, and the sky was particularly dark tonight. Typically, Tikal would have nothing to fear walking in the dark as she lived in a neighborhood full of accolade-bearing anthromorphic heroes, but of course, this night is quite different.
In one hand our midnight-furred antihero, the passion-filled, fiery beast that was Shadow the Hedgehog held a piece of insulated electrical cord in one hand, a roll of duct tape and a pair of dull, as well as brass knuckles equipped. He heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps on the cold concrete coming his way.
"Life is but a dream," he grumbled to himself as he stole a peak from his alleyway towards the girl's direction and destination, and saw no other pedestrians strolling by. He prepared his electrical wire in a loop large enough to hoop over the echidna's relatively large head and timed it…
And the line was cast! It was a perfect toss and a perfect tug as shadow swayed and swerved Tikal towards his general direction. Before she knew what was happening, Shadow shoved her into a corner where no one was likely to glance by, much less pass through, and worked quickly to tape her mouth and eyes shut before getting to work.
"You like interfering with others' affairs and personal lives, do you?" the angered one asked, not expecting nor wishing for an answer. Following the rhetorical question were a series of snaps from his knuckles as he cocked back and threw a punch with brass knuckles.
Shadow had Tikal pinned down: the electrical cord was wrapped around her neck, but not tight enough to completely choke her. It was more of a deterrent if she decided to attempt and avoid what was coming to her, and what she rightly deserved.
The first blow landed swiftly and evoked a spasmodic response from her. Poor girl, she tried to scream, but the duct tape muffled her cries well enough that there was no worry of being heard.
Following the first blow was the next blow, and the next; punch after punch, fist after fist, punishment and punishment as Shadow pounded her body with crippling, sadistic blows. First, the target was the right kidney, then the left, and then Shadow aimed for blows lining up with each rib bone on the right side of her spine, and then the left; meanwhile, he jerked the makeshift leash left and right, every other uncomfortable direction to further suppress her cries.
The black hedgehog didn't care to pin her arms down, as he had control of her neck and legs by locking them with his, this position and appearance similar to a kinkier, bondage-oriented version of doggy-style.
'No, I'm not like that… girl. I'll punish this one, then him… and then her, and I will leave it at that,' he thought to himself as he landed another blow.
Tikal wailed her arms in futility and this aroused several satisfied, brief chuckles from the hedgehog; chuckles followed by brass knuckles landing sharply on her bicep with bone-breaking force.
Shadow the Hedgehog viciously beat Tikal, a small, a seemingly innocent girl within an inch of her life that evening.
She deserved it.
Almost every single rib was injured, broken or otherwise, and bruises were apparent with a quick lift of her dress.
The black one rose from his dominant position and untied the cord around her neck. The poor girl could not move, but just to be safe, Shadow took one last blow with his brass knuckled, punching her across the face and knocking her out cold.
"I loved that girl, Tikal, I loved rouge," he proclaimed with a gripping gesture of passion in front of his crested chest," but you had to encourage this, didn't you," he asked rhetorically," you had to worsen if not start this situation with your stupidity," he scowled at the incapacitated victim on the concrete," I'll have none of it. There must be consequences for your actions," he stated, uncaring for whether or not the girl could hear him, for he was simply justifying his actions tonight.
"Your 'just deserts' were dealt in this beating. Lucky for you, I'm through with your chastisement, girly-girl, it's that red rock-watcher and that… slut," he whispered the foul word," that must pay..."
"Their fates will be the same."
Insane, asinine assaulter, or an indignant victim seeking retribution? More to come, more to tell, more to reveal (maybe) when I fucking feel like writing again, el o el.