Ultimata
By Formerly Known As
Chapter 3
Beyond a Shadow of a Doubt
Author's Note: The summary for this story may not fit it all that well. Then again it may you can never tell. Can we say drunken head rush? We coould but I don't see why as Iam not drunk. I can't find my head though. I think I left in New Deli...Not that I've been to New Deli. Or have I? No really, someone tell me please!
Looks like we could say non-alcoholic drunken head rush. Yeah, that fits.
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Shadow was decidedly pissed. It wasn't everyday a fellow got the chance to die in a blaze of glory saving the world. In fact the chances of it happening again were...well, better than one would think. At least they were for Shadow.
But that currently wasn't the point. The point was that Shadow had tried to do something great, something grand, had tried, just once, to be a hero (and looking back, Shadow idly realized he had succeeded there, but again, that wasn't the point) and in that final instance, that final second, where he was suppose to die in triumph some niggling, stubborn part of him had acted up.
Shadow didn't have much experience in handling this part of himself. He had long since known it to be there, for it often reared its head at the most unexpected times. It was stubborn and fiery, fierce, and inefficient. Maybe it was because Shadow had grown up with nothing but a bunch of scientists, or maybe it was because Shadow lived in space most his life and in space inefficiency could mean death, but efficiency had always been important to him. Maybe that was why Shadow had liked Dr. Robotnik. Robotnik built robots and robots were the ultimate in efficiency. Actually, Eggman's robots hadn't been all that efficient. Come to think of it, Shadow never had really liked Eggman.
The niggling part of Shadow at once frustrated and scared him. It frustrated Shadow because he wasn't really sure what it would cause him to do. He was scared because that niggling part of him reminded him acutely of Sonic.
Shadow, as earlier noted, liked efficiency. Shadow was practically the definition of efficiency. Look the word up in a dictionary and you would see a picture of Shadow. Look up its antonym and you'd see a picture of Sonic.
It wasn't that Shadow was perfect. Hardly. Not even Shadow was prideful or stupid enough to call himself perfect. But if Shadow wanted to accomplish something, he would go from point A to point C without even bothering with point B and no dilly dallying around at point A and a half or the imaginary point of Doowap that is said to exist there in.
Sonic always managed to get things done...eventually. He would, somehow, make it from point A to point C, but not before he'd visited B, D, E, every other point in the alphabet, a few in the Greek alphabet, and the occasional imaginary letter to boot. And he'd take his blasted sweet time doing even that!
Shadow thoughtfully planned out everything. Sonic was pure spontaneity. The two were as different as day and night.
And now, Shadow was discovering he too had the seeds for spontaneity, the ability to make things up as he went, regardless of all his precise planning that had guided him through his life.
Of course Shadow didn't have any plans left. Originally they ended when with the destruction of earth, for shortly after earth's destruction, so too would ARK decay and be destroyed. Then, when his little niggling side had popped up and for the first time convinced Shadow to listen to it, Shadow had dashed off to stop the fall of ARK. That he had more or less made up as he went, or rather, let others make it up as he went. And as he went, battling that battle then another, always, always, Shadow had the plans to die when all of it was over. To die the glorious hero and once again be done with his plans.
Then the niggling had started up again, stubborn as ever, fierce and fiery, and totally unwilling to die with out a fight. Or at least one last Chaos Control.
And for reasons Shadow wasn't entirely sure of, he had obeyed. He'd dragged up the last of his energy and poured into one last massive Chaos Control, shooting he knew not where, but preferably somewhere with water, as it would be less painful to land in. Apparently he'd had a lot more energy than he thought.
Instead of the forceful, bone breaking crash into the water, Shadow had ended up with a slight splash and a loud curse in a pond somewhere in a jungle. Shadow, like Sonic, had no clue how to swim. Instead, using a creative method of frantic arm waving and a few sputtering fires of his boots, he managed to reach a log. He hauled himself up halfway and then his energy gave out, leaving him hung out like a dried fish and feeling just as out of place.
This, Shadow thought to himself, as he watched water drip errantly down an out of place quill, was what he got for listening to that niggling little voice. Sopping wet, out of energy, half in a pond, and completely frustrated.
"Well, now what?" asked Shadow out loud to the niggling part of himself.
The niggling part remained infuriatingly quiet for once.
Shadow let out another well marked curse.
This is what he got for acting like Sonic
By Formerly Known As
Chapter 3
Beyond a Shadow of a Doubt
Author's Note: The summary for this story may not fit it all that well. Then again it may you can never tell. Can we say drunken head rush? We coould but I don't see why as Iam not drunk. I can't find my head though. I think I left in New Deli...Not that I've been to New Deli. Or have I? No really, someone tell me please!
Looks like we could say non-alcoholic drunken head rush. Yeah, that fits.
************
Shadow was decidedly pissed. It wasn't everyday a fellow got the chance to die in a blaze of glory saving the world. In fact the chances of it happening again were...well, better than one would think. At least they were for Shadow.
But that currently wasn't the point. The point was that Shadow had tried to do something great, something grand, had tried, just once, to be a hero (and looking back, Shadow idly realized he had succeeded there, but again, that wasn't the point) and in that final instance, that final second, where he was suppose to die in triumph some niggling, stubborn part of him had acted up.
Shadow didn't have much experience in handling this part of himself. He had long since known it to be there, for it often reared its head at the most unexpected times. It was stubborn and fiery, fierce, and inefficient. Maybe it was because Shadow had grown up with nothing but a bunch of scientists, or maybe it was because Shadow lived in space most his life and in space inefficiency could mean death, but efficiency had always been important to him. Maybe that was why Shadow had liked Dr. Robotnik. Robotnik built robots and robots were the ultimate in efficiency. Actually, Eggman's robots hadn't been all that efficient. Come to think of it, Shadow never had really liked Eggman.
The niggling part of Shadow at once frustrated and scared him. It frustrated Shadow because he wasn't really sure what it would cause him to do. He was scared because that niggling part of him reminded him acutely of Sonic.
Shadow, as earlier noted, liked efficiency. Shadow was practically the definition of efficiency. Look the word up in a dictionary and you would see a picture of Shadow. Look up its antonym and you'd see a picture of Sonic.
It wasn't that Shadow was perfect. Hardly. Not even Shadow was prideful or stupid enough to call himself perfect. But if Shadow wanted to accomplish something, he would go from point A to point C without even bothering with point B and no dilly dallying around at point A and a half or the imaginary point of Doowap that is said to exist there in.
Sonic always managed to get things done...eventually. He would, somehow, make it from point A to point C, but not before he'd visited B, D, E, every other point in the alphabet, a few in the Greek alphabet, and the occasional imaginary letter to boot. And he'd take his blasted sweet time doing even that!
Shadow thoughtfully planned out everything. Sonic was pure spontaneity. The two were as different as day and night.
And now, Shadow was discovering he too had the seeds for spontaneity, the ability to make things up as he went, regardless of all his precise planning that had guided him through his life.
Of course Shadow didn't have any plans left. Originally they ended when with the destruction of earth, for shortly after earth's destruction, so too would ARK decay and be destroyed. Then, when his little niggling side had popped up and for the first time convinced Shadow to listen to it, Shadow had dashed off to stop the fall of ARK. That he had more or less made up as he went, or rather, let others make it up as he went. And as he went, battling that battle then another, always, always, Shadow had the plans to die when all of it was over. To die the glorious hero and once again be done with his plans.
Then the niggling had started up again, stubborn as ever, fierce and fiery, and totally unwilling to die with out a fight. Or at least one last Chaos Control.
And for reasons Shadow wasn't entirely sure of, he had obeyed. He'd dragged up the last of his energy and poured into one last massive Chaos Control, shooting he knew not where, but preferably somewhere with water, as it would be less painful to land in. Apparently he'd had a lot more energy than he thought.
Instead of the forceful, bone breaking crash into the water, Shadow had ended up with a slight splash and a loud curse in a pond somewhere in a jungle. Shadow, like Sonic, had no clue how to swim. Instead, using a creative method of frantic arm waving and a few sputtering fires of his boots, he managed to reach a log. He hauled himself up halfway and then his energy gave out, leaving him hung out like a dried fish and feeling just as out of place.
This, Shadow thought to himself, as he watched water drip errantly down an out of place quill, was what he got for listening to that niggling little voice. Sopping wet, out of energy, half in a pond, and completely frustrated.
"Well, now what?" asked Shadow out loud to the niggling part of himself.
The niggling part remained infuriatingly quiet for once.
Shadow let out another well marked curse.
This is what he got for acting like Sonic