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Chapter 4: Gone for Good
Knuckles walked into the street with brand new gloves on his hands. They were made out of a type of metal with steel pointed tips made for extra damage ability, Tails was useful at times.
As he was walking, he decided to visit an old friend. He walked up to the house and knocked loudly.
"Hey Shadow, it me Knuckles; just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out for a bit." There was no answer.
He jiggled the knob and the door swung open, he gasped at what he saw.
Blood everywhere, on the floor, couches, on the counters; something was wrong, "Shadow you here?" He ducked a head in, no answer.
If he was going in he would need some help.
He ran back to Tails Workshop and explained the situation.
Like always, Sonic refused to help in anyway and ran off the moment he mentioned Shadow's name.
Tails had work to do, but he did help even though Shadow was not his favorite person.
He gave him a tranquilizer gun and few other weapons in case it got dangerous, he thanked Tails before running off once more.
He reached the house and stepped in, slowly.
He walked until he started to hear breathing.
It was him sitting in a corner, blood oozing out of his arms; a bloodied knife was next to him.
He took a step closer, not wanting to alert him of his presence.
"You think you can just take her away, didn't you…" He whispered, as a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I won't let you…"
Before Knuckles had a chance to react he was pinned on the wall by his neck.
"You killed her; you worked with him; why did you work for him." He squeezed harder, Knuckles wheezed for air.
"You were all jealous, you never wanted me to be happy, that's why you took her away; you covered him while he killed her."
He looked down at Shadow's face, his eyes were an electric green and his quills were turning a ghostly blue.
"Sha-Shadow, wake up this isn't you!" He screamed at him, maybe the old shadow was in there somewhere.
"Don't try talking yourself out of this, I know what you did and it shall not go unpunished. After I finish with you, I'll hunt all of you down." He squeezed his neck even harder, all of his angered channeled through him.
"Shadow listened to me, I don't know what you're talking about I didn't kill anyone..."
"Lies!" He screamed as he turned his head away.
"I don't know who this girl is but you need to get over her..."
"No, no I-I can't she was everything, I loved her." His gripped released for a bit.
"I know how it feels to lose some one, it happens to everyone; but don't take it out on yourself." Knuckles could feel him being lowered to the ground.
He held the tranquilizer dart in a clenched fist.
Shadow fell to his knees, fingers digging into the bloodied carpet.
Knuckles took a step towards him and stabbed his back with a dart.
He screamed in pain and got up to his feet.
"You lied to me… we were friends Cornelius … but had to join their plot." He stumbled closer to Knuckles tried to punch him.
Knuckles took a step away as Shadow fell onto the ground, asleep. After a few minutes, his usual red quills returned.
Knuckles only shook his head before, walking out of the house.
He had some phone calls to make.
A few hours later, Shadow was being loaded into a van.
Knuckles shook the driver's hand and walked away from the speeding van.
He had an emerald to see.
"I won't tell you anything." He screamed at the lad coated man who had a clipboard in hand.
"I know you hurt but talking about will make you feel better." He cooed.
"No, no I don't want to talk." He strained under the tan straps.
"What will talk do? Nothing that's what you're just trying to get inside my head, I won't let you. Ne-never!" He shut his eyes.
"Shadow-"
"You're not real it's only a dream" He tried to keep himself calm, the best he could.
"I am re-"
"No you're not!" He just wanted her back.
"Just calm down." a familiar voice whispered, it was her voice.
"Just shut up." He screamed at her.
The doctor only sat there quiet writing something down.
"I said shut up, I won't calm, y-you calm down." His eyes were still shut .
"Don't come near me!" He screamed his breathing quickened.
"I know you're angry, but I tried; I tried my best" He whispered back slowly.
No answer.
The doctor got a needle and stuck it in, he squirmed slightly.
He calmed down.
He hated her, he needed her, He hated her, he needed her, He hated her, and he needed her. He couldn't make up his mind.
He stayed there, for what seemed like forever.
He let it all, spill out. Everything.
Things that no one knew.
It hurt him to talk about some things but he couldn't stop. It just all came out in a big blur.
The doctor stepped out of the room.
He hopped he was doing the right thing.
He shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep; her face was smiling in front of him. He reached out to touch but she faded away.
He felt something on his shoulder; Esmeralda's wedding dress sparkled in the light.
She hugged him, tightly.
The pain came quickly; he looked down, a knife stuck out of his chest. He looked at her eyes, she was smiling.
Blood stained his teeth as he fell to her feet as everything became black.
Like his soul.
His depression grew worse with every passing day.
He denied food, not like he needed to eat; but when he it did gave him more energy.
He lashed out at everyone, even though it wasn't their fault.
He always had to apologize, for everything.
He sat in a corner, the straps on his white jacket kept him safe from himself.
There were many occasions where he would hurt himself.
His moods would change unexpectedly; it wasn't a very new thing to him.
But there were times he would black out, and when he finally awoke he would find that he was strapped down on the cot once again.
He didn't understand.
Not like he ever did.
How did he get in here anyways?
But did it really matter, he was finally safe.
But from what?
The voices in his head?
Himself?
Amy?
Nothing made sense here.
Then he finally snapped it all happened so fast.
He grabbed his cot and flung it at the door. He tilted it making it a blockade.
He looked out the window. With a punch he broke the window, glass shards flew everywhere.
He grabbed a shard and stabbed it in. The pain rang through him.
He couldn't hold it back any longer.
He finally let it all out.
He screamed at himself, at her, everyone.
He cursed. The pain he held for so long was finally came out.
Nobody understood.
"Shadow! Unlock this door!" A doctor screamed.
"No –n-never, she won't forgive me; she won't come back."
He gripped his sides, blood covered his gloves.
"She won't comeback. N-no she has to I'll make her."
He got up slowly towards the window.
"Please comeback, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
No answer.
The moon gleam back in his face.
He sat back down on the ground.
He grabbed the steel bars in the window.
Using all of his might which wasn't that much.
They took everything, the emerald his boots, his power rings.
Nothing.
He just sat there; he heard the door break open behind him as doctors raced to him.
All the sound disappeared, everything was quiet.
They were talking to him, but their words disappeared.
They shook him by the shoulders.
Nothing.
The removed the glass from his arm and covered it with a bandage.
Everything was dark.
He was done for.
Out for the count.
Author's notes: Hi! Here it is please review and tell me if you liked it and if this made any sense. Umm I hoped you liked the next chapter will be posted soon so look out for it!
Thanks for being so Understanding!
~ Siberian Forest