Crimson Blood
By Streak The Chameleon
Chapter 1: Streak Comes Home
I do not own any of the Sonic characters. Sega does.
Streak walked down the dusty road leading to Station Square.
He flipped a knife in his hand as he walked closer to the city.
"I'm finally back," he thought to himself.
"I wonder how everyone else is doing…"
He was getting closer to the city now. A few streetlights were on, and, oddly enough, no people.
A newspaper stand was on the first road. Streak grabbed a newspaper.
The cover story read:
Person Found Dead On Miller Road With Bite Marks In Neck: People Are Advised To Stay Inside
Streak looked up at the street sign. It was Miller Road.
He shuddered. "It's probably just some psycho who has an "interesting" way to kill people."
Yeah right. Who was he kidding? "Just some psycho?"
He looked at the sword he had found on his travels. Guns were hard to get, so why not get a sword? Didn't have to pay for ammo either.
He walked down the road to Shadow's apartment.
"Might as well meet him…"
He walked up the steps and knocked on his door.
Silence.
"Yo, Shadow. Are you in there?"
Silence again.
Streak tried the doorknob. The door glided open.
"Note to self: Try the door before knocking." He thought as he walked in.
The room was dark. Streak could see pretty good in the dark, but not as good as Rouge.
Still, he took off his backpack and pulled out a flashlight.
The beam cut through the darkness. Streak could see a bed, a table, and a phone.
"Shadow's cell phone?"
He pressed the message button. Espio's voice came up.
"Espio here. Just wanted to know when we were going to go out tonight."
Streak pressed the button again.
"Espio again. I've been standing at this corner for ages. When are you coming? We're going to lose people…"
Another voice came up. "That was your last message. To hear it again, press 1. To dele-"
Streak put the phone back. "Lose people?" What the heck does that mean?
There was a noise behind him. Streak spun and shone the flashlight behind him. Nothing.
He backed up. His ears heard the sound of crunching glass. He looked up.
Above him was a light with its light bulb shattered. He reached up and touched it. His finger cut on the sharp glass.
He looked at the table. The lamp on that had been smashed, too.
Then he heard movement coming up the stairs. He turned invisible and turned off the flashlight.
Shadow walked through the doorway and paced the room.
A drop of blood dripped onto the floor from Streak's finger.
Shadow immediately turned and walked straight toward him.
Streak turned visible. "Okay, you got me."
"What are you doing here?"
"What? No "Hi" or anything? I thought you were home at this time. Why are all the lights broken?"
"Well, I-"
"Hold it. I don't want to know."
"How long have you been here?"
Streak glanced at his watch. "Five minutes, why?"
"Never mind."
There was a dull silence when Streak finally said, "Okay, I'll guess I'll be seeing you."
"Yeah." Shadow put a hand on Streak's shoulder.
"Oh my God! Your hands are freezing!" Streak whipped around.
"Oh yeah. I've been out."
Streak raised an eyebrow. "Ooookay. See you later."
He turned and walked out of Shadow's apartment.