Well, Thank you ImOfficiallyAwesome for reviewing my story. I am hoping to update as soon as possible, or right now as a matter of fact. Oh, I forgot this the last time. For the rest of the story; I do not own any sonic characters besides Eon The Lost, And Starla. Post in the comments what role you think these characters will play, and what species they are! Here we go!
Shadow's POV:
"Aaand…Done!" I exclaimed. My house was complete. Well, my drawing of it anyway. I had been working on it for awhile now, and soon realized that it would be getting dark. But since I hadn't done any vigorous exercise today, I wasn't sleepy at all. So I did the first thing that came to my mind: go to Home Depot. I turned from my tree, and covered my notebook is snow to make sure nobody else would find it. I used the fallen tree where Amy and I sat hours before as a landmark to make sure I could find it again. I decided not to use my air shoes while running into town. I didn't want anybody following me "home" thanks to the trail of melted snow I would have left behind. I could still run as fast as Sonic without using my air shoes, contrary to popular belief, the reason I actually had them was to conserve my energy, so I could "Destroy Sonic once and for all!" as Eggman used to say. I exited my thoughts as I saw the lights of Station Square. It hadn't changed a lot since Sonic fought Chaos. He fortunately[or unfortunately]has told me of all his "heroic" adventures. It gets annoying at times, but was at most times entertaining, since he usually took all the credit, causing a huge fight between whoever had helped him on his "mis"adventures. Thanks to my senses, I narrowly dodged an oncoming car. The driver didn't say anything, but I could tell he was pissed at me. "Damn it Shadow.." I mentally scolded myself. "Ponder over your life later. Right now you're on a mission. "S-stay back! I'll use this!" Looks like my mission will have to be postponed. I glanced down the alley I had heard the wary threat come from. I could easily tell by his voice that he was in no condition to battle. I hid behind a trash can and peeked around the corner. I saw two thugs glaring down at a thin dark gray fox, holding a switchblade, attempting to look menacing, even though he was bleeding from his leg and was using a brick wall for support. "Let him go." I said, walking up to the two thugs. "Eh?" One thug turned around to see me, staring right back into his cold eyes. "Well lookie wut we 'ave here Lennie. Some hero decided to save l'il' Johnny over here." Thug #2 turned. he had a long scar along his forearm. I guess that was what got Johnny into this situation in the first place. "I see. Well then, I suppose we should treat 'im how we treat all the other heros we come across." With that said, Lennie got into a fighting stance. I chuckled quietly, knowing how easily I could beat them. So I did what I was made to do. I first teleported behind thug #1, only to grab his hands and pull them behind him, and kick him into the brick wall in front of him, knocking him out in the process, and probably breaking some teeth too. Lennie took a step back. "H-How?!" Lennie muttered, his eyes widening. "I will tell you this once." I got up in his face, with my hand on his chest. "Don't. Cross. Me. Ever." And with that I pushed him to the ground. Lennie didn't react. I think I knocked him out. Oh well. He'll wake up eventually. "What did you do to Johnny you bastards?!" I turned to see a group of hedgehogs and foxes maybe a cat, surround Johnny, with one middle-aged hedgehog, light blue with dirt and mud in his hair. "Get back!" The old man said to me, glaring death my way. "I saved him, thank you!" I told him, anger in my voice."Those two are the ones you should be blaming!" I pointed to the crooks I beat up, Larry or whatever. "Then help me move him!" He said, moving over to him. I could tell he still didn't trust me, but then again, I wouldn't have either. "What can I do?" I asked, my defences lowered. "Just help me move him somewhere safe." I took about five minutes at most, but still this group of who-has surrounded Johnny like he was about to die. After a while of nervous glances towards my patient, we arrived at a large steel walled barn, with the wavy sheet metal for siding. It had this big door on it, I could of sworn that there was an airplane in there. Standing at the door there was a twenty-ish looking guy, maybe late teens. his face was pale, and from what I could see his fur was bright green. As soon as he spotted us, he ran over at speeds Sonic would be surprised at. "Is he okay man?! Is Johnie gonna be okay?!" He was freaking out. His face was all sweaty, and he looked on the verge of fainting. "I don't know how he is!" The old man was speaking up for the first time since our encounter. "I don't know. How's he doing Doc?" I assumed he was asking me, I did wonder how he gathered that I knew anything about medical treatment. But of course, I did. "From what I see he'll be fine, he got a bullet to the leg. It's deep, but not much blood is coming out, so I don't think it hit any arteries. "Come on, lets get john inside!" The leader barked. At least I assumed he was the leader. "Lay him out on the table." he ordered, digging around in a drawer for who knows what. "What do we do boss?" a young fox asked. He only could of been thirteen, at most. "Apply pressure to the wound." I said calmly. I'll help the best I can. "No, you won't." The old man said. "First…" he pulled out a rusty sword and pointed it at me. "You have a lot of explaining to do"
Cliffhanger! see you next month! R and R!