From Author – First, I would like to tell you a bit about this story and
myself.
This story is kind of like a cross over. I must admit I like Mewtwo and
read quite a few fan fictions on him. And I also love the Sonic stories. I
decided to do a bit of a cross over on it, still following the plot of Ark.
Although the name 'Mewtwo' won't appear, you'll know when you see one in
here.
So, what happened before Ark was raided? What happen to Shadow on Ark? How
did his life lead on that station? How did it lead after the defeat of the
Biolizard... after he remembered one thing missing from his life?
I don't intend for this to be another Sa3, I intend to explain Shadow's
life through my eyes of darkness.
P.S. My Grammar isn't too good either. No kidding, its awful.
Project Shadow - Veldrin Yithyn
"I seek to bring Chaos on all those Souls who stand before me."
Part 1: To Live a Life.
Chapter 1: The Colony of Life. Birth of Darkness.
"What the hell does it want now?" A low yet panicked voice blasts in the
ear of his partner. She walks swiftly with her hair neatly cooped up inside
a tight camouflaged helmet ragged and beaten from battle. A tattered dusty
battle suit covers her body, carrying an assault rifle under her arm, her
other hand holds on with all life to a small red headed child. Scuttling
alongside cuddling a small blue teddy to her chest. Her father dressed in
the same suit, a small hand pistol clenched between his sweaty fingers. The
large imprint on his back show the allegiance of 'G.U.N.'
"Daddy where are we goin?" She speaks in a squeaky tone, carrying the teddy
every so close to her face.
"Not far sweetie, just going to meet a friend. He really wants to see you."
"Is he a nice person?"
"He? Why of course."
He lowers his head in despair, as they continue a swift walk down the
stretching corridor, each step closer bringing one more tear of sweat down
the parents faces.
A room. One filled with darkness and the panting breath of a creature. It
laughs silently to itself within the shadows. Slamming its long tail
against the wall, shuddering the room it pulls at the shackles that hold it
back. The tight steel locked around its aching wrists and ankles causes him
to groan, slamming his tail again echoing throughout the room. Another
silent laugh as he lifts his head allowing the small light to gleam within
the violet eyes of rage.
(Fools, such fools everywhere. They should know that...)
The heavy iron door swings open, scraping along the concrete floor where
the remains of other people lay. The fragments of bone and dust kicked up
as the small child wobbles along the floor. Her father pushing the child in
front, in fear of its power. The swirling rage of the creator boiling
beneath its skin its violet eyes light up in anger as it gazes down upon
them all with a massive grin across its face. The shadows appear to consume
its body hiding nothing buts its dark, red face.
(Hello Child). He speaks, his voice seemingly bouncing off the walls in the
room. (How are you?).
"Daddy says you wanna meet me."
(Daddy is correct; I do want to meet you). As soon as his words dull, he
glares upon her parents again. They blink back with confusion soon feeling
a rising pain from their stomachs travelling up the back of their neck and
into the minds. A screaming echo fills their ears, they cry out in pain
collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. Her mother's helmet rolling off
allowing her long blonde hair to spread along the filth where she lays.
"MOMMY!" She cries, running to her parent's side. Kneeling before them and
crying on her mother's chest. Each tear falls with pain and sorrow for what
this creature has just done, splashing down on their bodies like small
raindrops. "Why did you do dat to Mommy?"
(Don't worry child, they will live. Do me a favour now and bring me the pad
in your father's pocket.)
"Why should I?" She cries at him.
(Because if you don't). He bellows with his tone lowering. (They might not
wake up. Ever.) He laughs silently again, enjoying the child's pain as she
searches through the pockets of her father, while his body twitches ever so
slightly. He lays motionless, the pain on his face still causing him to
flinch with a touch. Waddling over to the creature shacked before her; she
holds the pad up to his face in the shadows. The picture and scripts brings
excitement to his voice, along with a sick twisted thought.
(Ah, so this is the colony they keep speaking of. Where faithful Gerald
works more life forms for the precious G.U.N.). Turning silent one again he
lifts his head back into the light, exposing his black dark hair running
down the centre of his head, just between his ears, in a loped over Mohawk
fashion. Hiding one ear his eyes glow showing his skin, the red skin that
shines within the light. Dropping his face it hides once again in his
shadows.
(Oh Child, do you know what they did to me since I was born?)
"I want my momma to wake up."
(Soon Child... Soon... You will join her.)
"No, I wanna see now."
(Are you sure? We haven't finished our lively conversation yet.)
"Yea, now."
(Forgive me Child. But this is for all the torture as a child).
His eyes glow again, brighter than before. Filling the room with an eerie
glow as the small girl runs to her mother's corpse screaming, hiding her
face under her father's jacket crying out all the tears of fear and pain.
The fear running through her mind as the whole room begins to shake and
shudder. The dust thrown into the air, filling her lungs coughing and
choking she pulls her head away cover her mouth. Staring over at the
creature in the darkness, his wrist shatters free of one shackle, his tail
slams down against the wall, cracking the bricks travelling down along the
floor. The small girl dusts off her red hair, slowly pushing one eye open,
feeling for her mother's hair her hand slides down a rocky and smooth
surface. Feeling along a small crack, she pushes harder cracking the
surface and pushing through to a gooey and soft substance. Staring down at
her mothers cracked white skull, her thumb pushed through its surface into
the soft pink brain. Pulling back the thumb dragging a thick liquid with
it, the mess hangs from her nail. Her father's skull shows. No face on
either, just the white grin of death on each face. She screams letting
loose a loud bellow of fear, backing along the floor bumping into a leg.
Slowly lifting her head in an almost paralysed fear, she gazes into his
eyes as his three-fingered hand comes down around her face, between her
eyes and the sides of the young girls delicate cheeks. His touch burns
through her skin tearing her face apart digging through the flesh touching
the bone; his fingers continue to burn while the blood trickles down her
face. She screams once more in a total agony crying for her mother as the
blood chokes her voice.
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The black clouds swirl, the light masked from view. A shining light
blinding the eyes, crawling into the clouds, hiding his mind. A figure, its
glaring violet eyes pierce his emotion, tearing fear upon his numb body. A
quiet scream within the darkness, reaching out his hand striking a smooth
surface, running around his body no escape. His lungs filling with a vile
substance. Pushing forwards ramming his head into the glass, bouncing back
with a crack, he falls to his feet with tears rolling from his eyes. A
creature flying past him, its crimson red with a large slick black tail
travelling behind, jumping for it in the sky. A voice bellows in his ear
from the light he hides from.
"Wake Up" The voice calls, sweet and elegant to his ears. "Wake up Zanth."
(Whose voice is that? Hello? Can you hear me?)
"Zanth, wake up. Your out now, your safe."
(Help me, I can't see anything!)
"Grandpa, he wont opens his eyes"
(Grandpa?)
Another voice comes into his mind; its low raspy demanding sound shocks
Zanth, his hand reaches out, feeling for the voices in his mind. The finger
tips touching a soft skin, running down this face, running through the soft
hair draped across her shoulders, following her arm to his head. His head
held by her hand, reaching out Zanth wraps his arms around this girls head,
holding her close listening to 'Grandpas' demands.
"He came out far to early, it's a wonder he's alive at all."
"Will Zanth be ok?" Her soft voice, filled with concern.
"Zanth? Why on earth did you give him such a name? It doesn't matter." He
sighs. "He just needs rest, let me sedate him for now."
"Shadow can help me."
(Shadow?)
"Shadow is far too busy to baby-sit this thing. Besides, were only through
phase one!" He shouts with excitement.
(Phase?)
"You never let us have any fun." The young voice cries.
Feeling her tears run against his skin, he pulls the girl closer, snuggling
into the soft hair running across her shoulders. A firm hand closes around
his arm, squeezing him with a deep force. Zanth cries in pain while a small
prick against his skin, slips into his arm releasing a cold fluid into his
veins. The cold bite moves through his arm, up his shoulder, slowly seeping
into his mind, forcing his eyes to shut close, as if two lead weights were
tied to each. Crying one word that he has cried in his dreams again and
again.
"Help."
myself.
This story is kind of like a cross over. I must admit I like Mewtwo and
read quite a few fan fictions on him. And I also love the Sonic stories. I
decided to do a bit of a cross over on it, still following the plot of Ark.
Although the name 'Mewtwo' won't appear, you'll know when you see one in
here.
So, what happened before Ark was raided? What happen to Shadow on Ark? How
did his life lead on that station? How did it lead after the defeat of the
Biolizard... after he remembered one thing missing from his life?
I don't intend for this to be another Sa3, I intend to explain Shadow's
life through my eyes of darkness.
P.S. My Grammar isn't too good either. No kidding, its awful.
Project Shadow - Veldrin Yithyn
"I seek to bring Chaos on all those Souls who stand before me."
Part 1: To Live a Life.
Chapter 1: The Colony of Life. Birth of Darkness.
"What the hell does it want now?" A low yet panicked voice blasts in the
ear of his partner. She walks swiftly with her hair neatly cooped up inside
a tight camouflaged helmet ragged and beaten from battle. A tattered dusty
battle suit covers her body, carrying an assault rifle under her arm, her
other hand holds on with all life to a small red headed child. Scuttling
alongside cuddling a small blue teddy to her chest. Her father dressed in
the same suit, a small hand pistol clenched between his sweaty fingers. The
large imprint on his back show the allegiance of 'G.U.N.'
"Daddy where are we goin?" She speaks in a squeaky tone, carrying the teddy
every so close to her face.
"Not far sweetie, just going to meet a friend. He really wants to see you."
"Is he a nice person?"
"He? Why of course."
He lowers his head in despair, as they continue a swift walk down the
stretching corridor, each step closer bringing one more tear of sweat down
the parents faces.
A room. One filled with darkness and the panting breath of a creature. It
laughs silently to itself within the shadows. Slamming its long tail
against the wall, shuddering the room it pulls at the shackles that hold it
back. The tight steel locked around its aching wrists and ankles causes him
to groan, slamming his tail again echoing throughout the room. Another
silent laugh as he lifts his head allowing the small light to gleam within
the violet eyes of rage.
(Fools, such fools everywhere. They should know that...)
The heavy iron door swings open, scraping along the concrete floor where
the remains of other people lay. The fragments of bone and dust kicked up
as the small child wobbles along the floor. Her father pushing the child in
front, in fear of its power. The swirling rage of the creator boiling
beneath its skin its violet eyes light up in anger as it gazes down upon
them all with a massive grin across its face. The shadows appear to consume
its body hiding nothing buts its dark, red face.
(Hello Child). He speaks, his voice seemingly bouncing off the walls in the
room. (How are you?).
"Daddy says you wanna meet me."
(Daddy is correct; I do want to meet you). As soon as his words dull, he
glares upon her parents again. They blink back with confusion soon feeling
a rising pain from their stomachs travelling up the back of their neck and
into the minds. A screaming echo fills their ears, they cry out in pain
collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. Her mother's helmet rolling off
allowing her long blonde hair to spread along the filth where she lays.
"MOMMY!" She cries, running to her parent's side. Kneeling before them and
crying on her mother's chest. Each tear falls with pain and sorrow for what
this creature has just done, splashing down on their bodies like small
raindrops. "Why did you do dat to Mommy?"
(Don't worry child, they will live. Do me a favour now and bring me the pad
in your father's pocket.)
"Why should I?" She cries at him.
(Because if you don't). He bellows with his tone lowering. (They might not
wake up. Ever.) He laughs silently again, enjoying the child's pain as she
searches through the pockets of her father, while his body twitches ever so
slightly. He lays motionless, the pain on his face still causing him to
flinch with a touch. Waddling over to the creature shacked before her; she
holds the pad up to his face in the shadows. The picture and scripts brings
excitement to his voice, along with a sick twisted thought.
(Ah, so this is the colony they keep speaking of. Where faithful Gerald
works more life forms for the precious G.U.N.). Turning silent one again he
lifts his head back into the light, exposing his black dark hair running
down the centre of his head, just between his ears, in a loped over Mohawk
fashion. Hiding one ear his eyes glow showing his skin, the red skin that
shines within the light. Dropping his face it hides once again in his
shadows.
(Oh Child, do you know what they did to me since I was born?)
"I want my momma to wake up."
(Soon Child... Soon... You will join her.)
"No, I wanna see now."
(Are you sure? We haven't finished our lively conversation yet.)
"Yea, now."
(Forgive me Child. But this is for all the torture as a child).
His eyes glow again, brighter than before. Filling the room with an eerie
glow as the small girl runs to her mother's corpse screaming, hiding her
face under her father's jacket crying out all the tears of fear and pain.
The fear running through her mind as the whole room begins to shake and
shudder. The dust thrown into the air, filling her lungs coughing and
choking she pulls her head away cover her mouth. Staring over at the
creature in the darkness, his wrist shatters free of one shackle, his tail
slams down against the wall, cracking the bricks travelling down along the
floor. The small girl dusts off her red hair, slowly pushing one eye open,
feeling for her mother's hair her hand slides down a rocky and smooth
surface. Feeling along a small crack, she pushes harder cracking the
surface and pushing through to a gooey and soft substance. Staring down at
her mothers cracked white skull, her thumb pushed through its surface into
the soft pink brain. Pulling back the thumb dragging a thick liquid with
it, the mess hangs from her nail. Her father's skull shows. No face on
either, just the white grin of death on each face. She screams letting
loose a loud bellow of fear, backing along the floor bumping into a leg.
Slowly lifting her head in an almost paralysed fear, she gazes into his
eyes as his three-fingered hand comes down around her face, between her
eyes and the sides of the young girls delicate cheeks. His touch burns
through her skin tearing her face apart digging through the flesh touching
the bone; his fingers continue to burn while the blood trickles down her
face. She screams once more in a total agony crying for her mother as the
blood chokes her voice.
****************************************************************************
************
The black clouds swirl, the light masked from view. A shining light
blinding the eyes, crawling into the clouds, hiding his mind. A figure, its
glaring violet eyes pierce his emotion, tearing fear upon his numb body. A
quiet scream within the darkness, reaching out his hand striking a smooth
surface, running around his body no escape. His lungs filling with a vile
substance. Pushing forwards ramming his head into the glass, bouncing back
with a crack, he falls to his feet with tears rolling from his eyes. A
creature flying past him, its crimson red with a large slick black tail
travelling behind, jumping for it in the sky. A voice bellows in his ear
from the light he hides from.
"Wake Up" The voice calls, sweet and elegant to his ears. "Wake up Zanth."
(Whose voice is that? Hello? Can you hear me?)
"Zanth, wake up. Your out now, your safe."
(Help me, I can't see anything!)
"Grandpa, he wont opens his eyes"
(Grandpa?)
Another voice comes into his mind; its low raspy demanding sound shocks
Zanth, his hand reaches out, feeling for the voices in his mind. The finger
tips touching a soft skin, running down this face, running through the soft
hair draped across her shoulders, following her arm to his head. His head
held by her hand, reaching out Zanth wraps his arms around this girls head,
holding her close listening to 'Grandpas' demands.
"He came out far to early, it's a wonder he's alive at all."
"Will Zanth be ok?" Her soft voice, filled with concern.
"Zanth? Why on earth did you give him such a name? It doesn't matter." He
sighs. "He just needs rest, let me sedate him for now."
"Shadow can help me."
(Shadow?)
"Shadow is far too busy to baby-sit this thing. Besides, were only through
phase one!" He shouts with excitement.
(Phase?)
"You never let us have any fun." The young voice cries.
Feeling her tears run against his skin, he pulls the girl closer, snuggling
into the soft hair running across her shoulders. A firm hand closes around
his arm, squeezing him with a deep force. Zanth cries in pain while a small
prick against his skin, slips into his arm releasing a cold fluid into his
veins. The cold bite moves through his arm, up his shoulder, slowly seeping
into his mind, forcing his eyes to shut close, as if two lead weights were
tied to each. Crying one word that he has cried in his dreams again and
again.
"Help."