The Shadow Cancer
Chapter One: The Incident

Hey! This is my first fic, so I hope you like. Feedback is appreciated, but I would also appreciate no flamers. Thanks :D

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It started on eggmans ship. Eggman was trying to charge the power out of the chaos emeralds and into the egg pawns.

"Almost done," Eggman said to himself, gleeful at the prospect of finishing his project. Eggman then took a sip of his beer before losing his grip on it, causing the can to fall onto the controls.

Red lights began flashing and everything short-circuited, "What's happening?" Eggman cried. "It's a chemical reaction.."

Suddenly, sparks flew over eggmans head and flames ignited everywhere. Explosions went off in the ship, and the whole thing was blown to pieces. Eggman felt his heart give out under the pressure as he weaved in and out of consciousness.

He allowed his eyes to close as he said his final and silent goodbye to everything in his life.

Eggman's body fell from the ship, hurtling through the earths atmosphere and landing in the middle of New York. Luckily, it was not an overly populated area where he landed.

His body lay undiscovered in the quiet town, peaceful in the green meadows that were so rare in New York.

Eight hours later..

A young man named Timothy was taking his daily stroll along the green fields, enjoying the scenery and nature as he walked. His dog ran up ahead and Tim didn't bother to chase after him.

He noticed his dog, Ben, bite on something and attempt to drag it. As he got closer, Tim realised it was a body. His eyes widened and fear gripped his body momentarily before he rushed to check the man.

He was overweight, with most of his hair on his upper lip. Tim felt the mans pulse, and sighed when his worst fears were confirmed and there was no beat.

The contact of Tim's skin meeting the mans was like fire. He felt a power seize him, overtaking every thought and action he had.

Unexpected fury rushed through him and he saw Rebecca's name flash in his brain. Fury and loathing greater than anything he had ever felt gripped him, it talked and urged him to go to her. It controlled his every thought and action.

Tim walked towards his ex-wife's house with a dark mind and absent soul and sense of morals.

He arrived in no less than ten minutes, viciously beating down her door. His body and mind were on fire now, and he knew he had to kill her to relieve himself of this feeling. Hatred was overcoming everything he knew, and he had to break down the door and end her life. She had treated him like a dog, and in turn, she deserved to be killed.

"Tim?! Tim, what are you doing?" She shrieked as she watched him through her peephole in her apartment door. "You're scaring me, Tim. P-please, what do you want?"

She noticed the darkness of her normally bright-eyed ex, the scowl on his usual happy features. This was not Timothy.

Grabbing the nearest phone, she rang the police.

Tim had to find a way in, he was growing more restless as she left him in the hallway. A thought then struck him and began charging at the door, ignoring Rebecca's soft sobs and pleas from behind the door. He knew he was scaring her, and he was taking some strange delight in it.

Rebecca was right -- this was not her Timothy.

The police arrived armed, and had to drag Tim from the scene. Afterwards, they interviewed Rebecca who insisted she had no clue what was wrong.

Tim made eye contact with her as he was pushed into the police car, I'll get you, he mouthed, and the message rang loud and clear. She was moving, even if it were the last thing she were to do.

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After determining what Timothy had done that morning, the police had sent detectives to Eggmans body. A hatred and sociopath trait ran through that officer too, and the police were forced to quarantine Tim, the officer and Eggman. A strange disease was affecting their mental health, and they had to figure it out before it affected anyone else.

It seemed to trigger some killer instinct, probing them to kill their most hated person. It was inhumane and amoral, and the officers could only wonder who would create such evil in a person.

It had to be created, it couldn't be nature. But that brought the question back again, who would do such a thing?

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Outside where Eggman was receiving an autopsy, Silver and his brother Shadow were involved in a rigorous battle. Punches and kicks were being thrown haphazardly as they dodged the others attack.

Without warning, Silver went sailing through the glass of the hospital and directly into the room where eggman was.

The doctors in the room ran out, screaming in fear of the two foreign people. Foreign as in new or different.

Silver stood shakily and sighed irritably, "Don't say a word."

Shadow smirked, "I honestly expected more from you, Silver."

"Shut up." Silver snapped.

Silver then ignored what was going on around him and leaned back against the body on the table, "I--" He felt a shock go through his body, but shook it off. "I wouldn't get so cocky, shooting each other through glass wasn't in the rule book."

"What rule book?" Shadow laughed at him.

Silver growled and shoved Shadow roughly. "Whatever." He then stepped out the door without a word, and without looking back.

Shadow was definitely number one on his most hated list.

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