Summary: She neutralized his negativity with her positive personality. But they killed her! "Those disgusting humans . . . She never deserved to die!" But while taking vengeance over all of Mobius because of the loss of his only friend, he finds someone who haunts him with the human girl's same spirit. Slowly, the pink hedgehog is able to calm the savage wrath within him. "Is she...a reincarnation?" Shadamy Friendship! X3 With my own conjured Sonamy hints to fit with the typical Sonic X.
Setting/Time Period: Sonic X, when Eggman awakens Project Shadow. After that, it'll be REALLY different than the show, but the show plays a role in certain key areas that I don't point out much but do happen while Shadow and Amy are the main focuses here (for instance, the fake emerald and Sonic in that capsule that blew up, the whole getting a rocket thing, the Rouge v.s. Knuckles clash, Rouge digging some dirt on Shadow and the Project). I didn't want to dwindle on this forever though, so I didn't try to get into those other scenes from Sonic X since I wanted to focus ONLY on Shadow and Amy since the story is all about them. Plot is somewhat twisted to fit Shadow's darker personality throughout this fic (Prison Island will be so much more different). And because it's more fun. :P I tried to keep it at ten good-length chapters, with the exception of the bonus extra at the end, and the finale chapter being the longest.
Warnings of any sorts: very mild profanity, tear-jerker ending, a few cutesy Shadamy moments later on (couldn't help myself), a few Sonamy hints like there were in Sonic X, pissed off Sonic going DARK a few times because of how he cares about Amy's safety from Shadow.
Things just got interesting. Now I'm gonna shut up so you can read the actual story. Enjoy! Any possible questions about the story or the characters in my story should be answered at the very last 'chapter'.
"Wait a minute...You're not Sonic!"
Indeed, those blood red eyes so brightly set ablaze with vengeance and malice were nothing like the emerald green eyes of Sonic the Hedgehog, the large terrorist's arch nemesis. And going by closer inspection, the fur was definitely not the same cobalt blue either. Instead, what the doctor saw in front of him was ebony fur with scarlet streaks decorating his quills. It was obvious at this point that this was not Sonic. So then . . . who was this guy?
Well, only one answer came to mind after a moment. This living creature must be the creation that Gerald Robotnik mentioned in his online journals. He expected the weapon of mass destruction to be, well, a weapon! Perhaps even a robot, but instead, Gerald created a living being. It was beyond incredible to Doctor Eggman Robotnik, the creator's grandson, that his grandfather had the skills to not only make a living being, but he made it strong enough to be what could be considered a world wide threat, a threat so serious that the government was panicking about the secret project being revealed once more after it had been in suspended animation for fifty years.
At that thought, he realized just how dangerous this 'Project Shadow' really was. Even though having a weapon of mass destruction at his side was vital to the human's dreams of world domination, he highly doubted that the living creature would simply cater to his every whim willingly when they just met. And going by that bloodthirsty look in the hedgehog's eyes, it was no wonder why the government tried so terribly to keep this monster hidden from humanity. At first, the creature had seemed distraught and panicked, but that quickly shifted to a frustrated awareness of his surroundings. Eggman assumed that the creature's long slumber had not been a pleasant one, and suddenly awakening to an entirely different world prior to what he remembered before the Space Colony ARK incident was definitely what confused and angered him. Did he think he was kidnapped? Did he assume the human standing right in front of him was an enemy, or an ally? It was hard to tell; the only readable expression that creature seemed to have was suspicion, and kept whatever else hidden.
Then, suddenly, after a silence that seemed to last for eternity, the black demon spoke in a voice that could be considered charmingly deadly. For a creature that was capable of making planets tremble, his voice was surprisingly smooth like velvet, deep like an abyss, and rich like dark chocolate, a mixture that most would find alluring, enough to make women shudder in slight arousal, but his anger blared past it all in a frustrated cry that turned quickly into a malicious growl, disturbing whatever serenity a calmer version would've driven out. Instead, he made the human's robots shriek in terror and rush to hide in Eggman's hover carrier made solely for his rather obese form.
"Human..." His eyes had flashed like a siren, and the doctor had quickly registered the warning. The creature was looking at him as if ready to slit his throat and tear him limb from limb in a frantic rage! But he did not expect it to disappear from sight in a blue blur much like Sonic would quickly zip away with the wind! And just as quickly, it had reappeared in front of him, abruptly grabbing his collar and aiming a charged beam of Chaos energy near the man's nose! Eggman had nearly screamed; his life could've been taken before he even knew what had happened. This 'Shadow' . . . It was cold and relentless, and yet had many abilities that Sonic had, plus more, and had a body much similar to Sonic's own stature. Were the two somehow connected? Shadow was almost like an evil version of Sonic the Hedgehog!
Maybe this was fate finally cracking down on the evil genius. After all, he planned on using this weapon to achieve world domination, but instead he was going to die at the hands of said weapon! A fitting end to the infamous terrorist. He had gone too far, sunk too deep, and there was no getting out of this one. He doubted any retaliation on his part could get him the littlest bit of time to escape with his life, nor could any means of persuasion possibly break through the clouds of unknown rage building up within the demonic creature. He knew it was inevitable at that moment and held his breathe, waiting for the final blow to come, and to open his eyes later and see Satan sneering at him in Hell. He waited, and he waited, and he waited, and yet he never felt that moment of pain, the shock of being hit by a large amount of raw Chaos energy. The waiting itself was becoming a slow torture; was this creature some kind of sadist, wanting instead to torture its victim until he wanted to die? No, it was something much more serious.
He dared to crack his eyes open just slightly and peek at Shadow. He was far too astounded to speak or even breathe, because that demonic creature that once wanted nothing more than to slit his throat suddenly looked at him with blood-stained eyes filled with compassion. He looked as if he were suddenly recovering from a serious trauma, almost like a lost child finding its mother after so many long and painful years of searching. He looked as if he was trying not to cry, or restraining the urge to grab the human close in an embrace. Only one word came from the hedgehog's dry lips as he marveled at the human as if he knew him all of his life: " . . . Gerald?"
It was then that everything clicked in the elder's mind. The creation was not as cold-hearted as it tried to look. He became attached to his creator after those peaceful years on the ARK. Perhaps that gave Doctor Eggman an advantage after all. He doubted Shadow could think of killing a man that bore a resemblance to his former creator, especially if this victim just so happened to be his creator's grandson! With these thoughts in mind, he grinned widely and attempted to make casual conversation. "Close. That was fifty years ago." Indeed, that startled the hedgehog. He blinked in shock, looking at his surroundings in confusion and understanding that the human wasn't lying. Now the creature was willing to listen and cooperate. This was the perfect opportunity! "I'm his grandson, Doctor Eggman Robotnik, and you must be his creation, Shadow. Now if you would be so kind as to let go of my-" The creature scoffed and did so without even hearing the rest of his sentence. Eggman yelped as his body suddenly caved to gravity and slammed into the hard tile floors. At least he released his throat, but that attitude was definitely becoming a pain in his backside.
"Are you okay, Doctor Eggman," the littlest robot Bokkun asked in worry, and then froze when blood red eyes focused on him.
"Now I am, no thanks to you three imbeciles!" They cringed and looked at their creator with regretful eyes. The hover carrier they had been hiding in had plenty of weapons they could've used to hopefully distract or hit the midnight clad hedgehog in order to save Doctor Eggman before he was killed. How they never thought of it was a mystery.
"What happened to his granddaughter? You know something, don't you?" Ah, the young teenage blonde that had also been there in Space Colony ARK: Maria Robotnik. She had been a beautiful girl, both inside and out. Her grandfather spoke so gravely of her in those journals the government kept hidden, that is, until Eggman hacked into the main system. After that horrid event, the government had decided to close off any more transportation to that space station, but kept all of Gerald's journals about his secret weapon in their 'heavily secure' data base. Soldiers assumed that weapon was 'Project Shadow', the living creature that was later found sleeping in an escape pod that crashed onto Earth only a few hours after soldiers forcefully shut down the experiments in fear of Gerald using his weapon for world domination. Shadow had hurried to get Maria to safely, soldiers on their tails all the while, firing wild bullets at them. Maria had been the one to get Shadow to escape, but at a price so cruel it drove Gerald to insanity. To think that his sweet innocent granddaughter was killed . . .
Eggman knew what happened because the guilty culprit had been the one to tell Gerald while the accused mad scientist was placed in a cell on Prison Island, the very place Eggman had revived Shadow in! When Gerald found out, he plotted his revenge on humanity for slaying an angel. His online journals had his hinted plans, his hatred splashed all over the computer screens, his period of reckless frustration and sorrow for the events that brought him to utter turmoil out there for anyone to see. Eggman knew what happened, and also knew that if Shadow tried so hard to protect her back then, then the news of her death would have a similar effect on him as it did to Gerald. Nonetheless, he couldn't just stay silent; the beast would torture him to confession or simply kill him and find others to spill the beans. He didn't have the balls to lie to the ebony clad monster either. Those eyes were looking at the slightest waver in the elder's eyes, the littlest signs of guilt or worry before trying to give false information. Shadow was no fool. There was only one option then: tell him the truth. He deserved to know anyhow, Eggman assured himself.
"...It was a shot to the heart. She died instantly." His blood-splattered eyes grew wide in shock. Flashes of mixtures of emotions went by at frantic speed, never actually settling on one permanent feeling for a short time. His breathing was trying to stay calm and even, but he was failing. He looked angry, mad enough to tear through a large metal door with his bare hands, but also sad enough that Eggman pitied the creature. He looked like he was trying not to spill tears and hid his true emotion- eternal sorrow- behind a vicious rage. A terrifyingly low growl escaped from his lips. He was remembering that moment, that one second that destroyed everything he ever loved and cared about, whether he openly expressed that love to Maria and Gerald or not fifty years ago. He remembered the pained gasp she emitted when that piercing bullet shot through her heart and hit something in the corner of the emergency escape room. He was too focused on the brilliant shine in her sky blue eyes suddenly turning dim and vapid and the blood flowing from her collapsed corpse and soaking the tile floors to care about where the bullet went. She wasn't moving. She wasn't speaking. His horrified expression and his panicked cries fell upon death ears in that container as it fell to Earth. Even though she had died, she used the fading bit of her energy as she was shot to pull the lever, and Shadow was forced to realize that he had no one and nothing. He was a monster that never deserved it to those filthy humans that killed his beautiful Artemis. She protected him even though she was obviously the weaker candidate. She was his light that shined towards the path of happiness and love and contentment.
But he lost that light and the path he had been walking on.
"That's all I need to hear." He suddenly turned on his heel and left. No other words were exchanged except for Shadow's scoff at the robots cowering in the hover carrier as he walked past it. Eggman stared at him in silence, deeply regretting his actions thus far. When the creature walked far enough so that his footsteps couldn't be heard, a sudden explosion and screaming guards filled the quiet hallways. The human cursed under his breathe.
"I've created a monster."
