Ok, I kinda already broke my resolution. This chapter took a while to write, and I have school now…

Anywhoo, onward!


The old man at the head of the table drummed his fingers against his armrest. All the generals except Simon sat at the long table, waiting for said man to arrive. Finally the old man slammed his fist down, causing the glasses of water at every seat to topple over, spilling their contents.

"It appears that Agent 45 will not be joining us today, so let's begin." He started, but was interrupted by the doors flying open.

Simon marched in, a smug look on his face. "You wanted proof, old man? Well here you go!" he tapped a few buttons on his wristband and a picture projected itself up onto the wall. A black hedgehog stood on an outcropping of a hill, looking into the sunset. There were murmurs of disbelief from the generals around the table while the old man frowned, clearly surprised that the prisoner had told the truth.

After a long pause, the old man spoke. "Find him. Bring a small team and hunt it down."

A smile appeared on Simon's face. "Gladly sir!" As he marched out, the old man couldn't help but think something was off about all this.

But nevertheless Simon found himself gathering a group of men, including me, and teleported straight to the fields I had tried to set fire to. Each of the men was clad with binoculars, and four of the men held me back, four long metal rods attached to a collar around his neck. But I just sat there, unusually quiet, my head hung low. I already knew how this would end. I knew how it all would end.

It would end in death and bloodshed.

But instead of warning them all I just sat there, the clock to our imminent doom ticking away carelessly.

"I see him!" Simon hissed, beckoning the other soldiers closer. They all gathered around the general, peering through the tall crops to see Shadow pushing a large box into a moving van. The soldiers all whispered to each other in confusion, wondering what an alien was doing with a moving van.

But when a tall figure came out of the house, everyone was silent.

"No…" Simon whispered in a hoarse voice. He then grew silent once more as he looked upon his wife having a conversation with Shadow. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock. "We have to go back, think up a new plan." He commanded his troops, punching in the coordinates for G.U.N. base.

Later I stood next to Simon, who was explaining to the old man what had happened. The old man shook his head, murmuring to himself. "How disappointing…"

And so without further ado I was escorted back into my cage, and shoved in, the lock sliding into place behind me. Then I waited for Simon, knowing he would need my guidance again. He was like a lost sheep, and I was the shepherd, leading him to the slaughter.

I was right, of course. He did come. But this time he seemed… different. His words were slightly slurred, and he held a long sword in one hand. In the other he clutched an empty bottle, one which I presumed to be a drained liquor container. He flung open the door, not bothering to close it behind him. As he drew the sword back, I cringed. You can't kill me, I'm pure evil. But you can hurt me quite a bit.


One week later

I've been in this hole for a little over a week now. After Simon's drunken attack on me, I had been bandaged up slightly and was put back in my cage. I hadn't seen him since, I hadn't seen anyone. Until today, that is.

Simon walked slowly up to my cage, not making eye contact and speaking very quietly.

"Come with me." was all he said, opening the door slowly. "We think we found him."

This caught my attention, and I got up, my knees buckling from the lacerations across my chest. I staggered over to the door, shoving Simons hand off my shoulder. Neither of us talked as we made the now familiar path down to the teleporter room. Now I can pretend like the screaming doesn't bother me, and I can handle the rough teleport, which lands us in an empty alleyway.

Simon led me up to the back of a large brick building, and pointed to the top. "Is he in there?" he questioned me, his steely glare burning into the side of my head.

I nodded slightly; I could sense that he was on the roof, looking over. "Go around front, there's something you might not like going on." I advised him.

He gave me a cautious look, then proceeded to go around the building. In the front he saw his wife and child being arrested by the NYPD. He started to lurch forward, but I managed to catch him and slam him against the wall behind me.

I then devised a cunning plan, one that might get me out of this G.U.N. camp once and for all. "You don't understand," I began, "Shadow is holding them hostage. The police are arresting them for their own protection. Go back to your base and plan a strike, but be quick, Shadow doesn't dawdle around."

Simon nodded, absorbing the lies I was feeding to him. He started to put in the coordinates for base, and when he was about to hit the teleport button, I pushed him away from me, a dark smile on my face as I hit the teleport button for him. He vanished in a dark cloud, a shocked expression on his face.

I was free once more.

I saw Shadow fighting the police and couldn't help but roll my eyes. He is quite naïve at times. I strolled through the growing crowd of police, walking faster and faster toward an alleyway. I walked down it, my glowing eyes casting eerie shadows on the walls. I heard a small whimpering, and I turned a corner to come face to face with the lady who had been housing Shadow.

I laughed as I swung my hand, striking her until she fell unconscious. I looked over head to see a large airship flying overhead, obviously from G.U.N.

It was all going according to plan.


Hm, I actually liked writing from Black Dooms point of view. But, all fun must come to an end, and I fear this story is reaching its. This is the final showdown.

Or is it?

-That's a dinosaur, signing out.