Chapter 3: Monster

A/N- WARNING. THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. BLOOD, VIOLENCE, CREEPINESS, MURDER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. HAVE A NICE DAY.

Previously on "A Shot in the Dark"...

After vacuuming, she realized that some of the glass cut her arm. She just let herself bleed. At this moment, she didn't care about anything. She used the hose if the vacuum, and it sucked all the glass shard off her bed. While they were sitting there, they shimmered in the sunlight that was streaming through her window. Of course, they reminded her if how she was completely opposite from light types they were powered from happiness, she was powered from sadness. They were naturally happy-go-lucky, she was angered easily. They were stereotyped good to all of Mobius except dark types, she was stereotyped bad. To nearly everyone.

She sighed, fell on her bed, and tried to sleep. Little did she know, sleep was only going to worsen things, and leave her more paranoid than Midnight needed to be.

Scene

The frigid air blew wind that chilled innocent souls to the bone. It was as if winter had taken over the whole planet with temperatures barely above freezing. Even the southern hemisphere of Mobius was freezing, with temperatures in the negatives without direct sunlight from the sun of that certain solar system. Everywhere was simply freezing. Thick clouds blocked the warmth of the sun, allowing temperatures to be more arctic than any Mobian desired.

A figure stood, eyeing the scenery before her. A rush of wind blew, attempting to free her body of any cloths she had wrapped around her. She shivered violently, and her teeth began to chatter boisterously.

This was all her fault.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the grey clouds proceeded to turn almost black. Lightning streaked across the sky, haphazard, bright, and brief. She began to bawl, tears hot on her sweat-coated face.

This was all her fault.

Thunder screamed in its wake once again, following every strike of lightning that flashed across the deadly sky. The thunder became deafening as it screeched, roared, boomed- the sound was everything but a whisper. Lightning flashed so brilliantly that it could blind one easily, merely by striking once. It sliced through the clouds and hit the ground in an explosion of sparks and thunder. The clouds began to sob, rain pouring in sheets all around. Something was different about this rain, though. It was no longer refreshing, just a painful reminder of what was lost in the world because of her.

It was blood.

It was all her fault.

Suddenly, blood was not the only thing pouring from the clouds, which were staining themselves crimson. Corpses were falling from the sky, one after another, and then lifelessly hitting the ground, right where the lightning had pierced it. They each bounced once before landing on top of one another in a pile. She recognized all her friends who had been killed because of her- Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Blaze, Silver...she then recognized her mother, her father, Eclipse, all the boys she had played basketball with, and other strangers she did not recognize. All were light types.

The corpses stopped raining from the sky briefly, allowing deafening thunder to rip through her ear drums. She screamed, but could barely hear herself. Then, one last remaining corpse freed itself from the blood-stained sky. When she realized who it was, she screamed, for the sorrow of the loss of her first best friend and love, for the pain she felt when he hit the floor, for the death of all the ones who had been killed because of her idiocy.

She backed away, attempting to free herself from the horrifying scene, when she backed into so done. She turned, the look on her face horrified.

Dr. Robotnik stood in front of her, everything nearly seeming normal about him. Until his eyes were seen. His glasses were broken, with the lenses shattered. The only glass was around the rim, and you could see his eyes perfectly.

He had no irises. They were just black. Suddenly, they seemed to have a spazz attack as they darted around in every which way, and not in unison. He let out a boisterous, obnoxious, crazy laugh and pulled his hands out from behind his back. They were dripping in crimson blood, slowly seeping between his fingers, and landing on...what used to be the ground. Now, Arrow laid at their feet, eyes open, jaw slacked. She looked at her own hands- they were stained with his blood.

She had killed him.

She had killed everyone.

Eggman had killed everyone.

And it was all her fault.

A/N- ...that was the darkest crap I have ever written. ._. Anyway, thanks for reading. C: I promise, the next chapter won't be so gorey.