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Prologue::

I watched in horror of the macabre scene in front of my eyes.

Shadow's focused grimace etched up into a coy, twitching smirk. His body began to tremble and his crimson eyes glossed over. Splatters of blood painted his face, continuous globs springing forth on his pale complexion.

The Doctor's body was slack against the ground, pale as death, but Shadow's motions were relentless. The Doctor was long gone, but he never let up the stabbing; Shadow's hand, dark and drenched with gore. He stabbed aimlessly now, no longer striking the head or the heart. His breathing grew labored and shallow, falling deeper into oblivion. Echoes of the vile sounds of rippling skin and blood dripping on the metallic ground resonated off the walls.

I stood still—afraid that if I moved he would come for me next. It was best to steer clear when he reduced to this; the monster that caved into blood lust. His grin was demented and his eyes screamed the obvious; murder.

He startled me when he began to chuckle to himself, a quiet hum in the back of his throat. He seemed unaware of my presence, lost in his high.

"Is this what you wanted from me? Is this what you wanted me to become?" He growled, breathless. The Doctor's defiled corpse did not respond. Although I was wishing he would.

I took this opportunity to turn away from the mania. I could feel the bile coming up with each upcoming stroke of his knife. Every time I blinked, I saw the Doctor's unresponsive corpse and envisioned his killer's deranged laughter. The mental image was now plastered to the back of eyelids, and the terrific sounds would never succumb. I turned my body in a slight angle—my legs trembled and I shivered goose bumps. I took a breath to calm myself and held it in. Trying to escape from the madness, I shuddered when my boot clicked against the hard floor.

One sound was all it took for him to clench up and stand. He dropped the bloody blade and watched, in contemplation, as it panged against sodden floor, skewed with the Doctor's guts and blood. He chuckled again and wiped his dripping hands on the legs of his pants as if he tried to compose himself. His body moved in my direction but did not attempt to come closer. Carefully his eyes met mine, irises dark and deep—potent.

"What a mess I've made," His glance darted back to his kill. He smirked again as if satisfied with his work. "But it was worth it."

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

He snuck a look at me, and sighed. His face was devoid of emotion, grim and lost.

"Are you going to leave now, after all that as transpired between us? Are you so keen as to run away from me?" His voice was quiet, skeptical.

I tried to speak, my words lost and jumbled in my mind; I couldn't make sense of anything. I opened my mouth, and then closed it. I swallowed down the taste of vomit rising up and scalding my throat.

His eyes grew to life, multiple emotions reflecting his madness, before the most expressive of them, anger, sprung to the surface.

"Am I so disgusting to you now? Are you afraid of me? Speak!" He took a step my way and his face clouded over in sadistic intentions.

"I-I don't k-know." I squeaked. The sudden change of his personalities were difficult to keep up with; I did not know how to respond to each shift.

He sneered at me and then snickered. "The enthusiastic Amy, trumped?" He took another step, but I did not dare move. His movements grew dark and lethal; his face, still splattered with blood, began to convulse.

"I did this all for you," He grumbled. "Now that the Doctor is gone, nothing can break the bond between us."

I stared at him in disbelief. This wasn't like him. I've watched, in the utmost antipathy, as he murdered someone and watched, in the utmost dread, how he enjoyed doing it.

"Don't talk like that," I finally spoke up. "Even if he deserved it, this is not like you. You would never kill someone." I spoke slow and cautious, afraid that if I let too much out it would rouse his irritation.

"How do you know that? You don't know anything about me," he snarled. His words; he didn't mean them, it was the monster talking. But I couldn't help the sickening jolt in my gut that told me the possibility that I never meant anything to him all along.

"I know more about you than you think," I persisted. "And I know that you would never do this." I pointed to the dead Doctor to bring my point across. "You're just confused."

He chuckled low in his throat as he stalked toward me. My trembling and distraught green eyes ran over his body. His glowering eyes never left mine and with each step that he took I shuddered in anticipation, fearing but longing to reach out for him. To touch his soul as he has touched mine.

He needs to be saved. He needs to be replenished from his cursed past that once again has come back to torture his mind and warp his psyche.

Standing face to face in the chilled lab, windows opened to the most fragile parts of our mind. We seemed more intimately connected than we have ever been at this moment.

"Confused am I? We both know that it goes deeper than that." He added. I agreed.

"Then let me help you," My quivering hand reached up to touch him, achingly, to make him understand that he does not have to deal with the trauma alone. Again, I'm always reaching out, but can never get inside, where he needs help the most.

And like so many times before, he refuses my help.

He growled before snatching my wrist and seizing it in his hand. I couldn't resist him; his grip was like a steel trap.

"How can you help me? Get inside my head Amy, and experience all I have lived through and suffered." The hot, muggy breath that I loved fanned across my face, but I ignored the growing temptation to submit to him. His eyes glazed up and down my body, and I watched how the they simmered down to small, dying embers, calming the fire.

I've unselfishly avowed that I will do anything in my power to rescue him. To drown out the monster that wants to make him come undone; the monster that threatens to destroy his happiness and sanity.

"I will help you Shadow, I promise I will save you. Things will go back to the way they were, we will go back to the way we were. I will show you that I can."

His grip loosened on my wrist. His masculine form over me slacked down until his lips were next to mine. I could taste his breath and smell his scent; driving my senses mad and sent my legs quivering.

He kept his eyes open, watching and drinking in my reactions to him. His lips dragged along mine, debating whether to seal them. I stood on my toes, eager to taste him. Our lips brushed for only a moment before he pulled back.

He reclined and brought his lips to my hair instead. He sighed deeply, distressed and agonized; he rumbled with deep bass in my ear, "Then show me."

A/N: That was long for a prologue. This story experiments with the psychological aspects of the ShadAmy relationship, so don't expect happy, fluffy content. The story will go much more into depth with Shadow's character. I hoped this prologue sparked your interest, I want to take a different approach than the cliche, cutesy-cuddly stories I see much too often in ShadAmy stories.:sweatdrop: