He lay there staring at the dull metal that could not take his life but would take any others. It lay there reflecting the light of the sun, warming his body instead of sending it to the coldness of death. His gaze, with half closed eyes, wandered to the six empty bullet shells that found their target, yet failed to complete their mission. His head, chest and throat hummed with pain, he would scream but his vocal chords had not yet regenerated.

He was lying on the floor, his back was to the wall, his face to the window where the sunrise was trickling through. He had one arm draped over his side, hand covering his stomach, still bleeding, covering his fingertips with dark red liquid. His other arm was stretched out as if reaching for the sunlight, and just beyond his hand was the weapon that couldn't take his life. He sighed, which came out as a bubbles of blood from the corner of his mouth and added to the lake of blood around him that matted his fur and stained the floor at least a meter around.

His brain matter had already regenerated, as it always would first, his heart was almost done, and his lungs only had some scrapes left. He attempted to swallow but his throat hadn't even come close to healing yet, hence the inability to scream in pain. Although his body was mending he always had a broken feeling, detached from the world, or hanging by a thread at most.

While the world would go on people would die and live and die again, he would always remain, the spectator of a thousand stories, his own would never end. And he would remain an outsider from the world as he would never fit into a story without distorting it into an everlasting story no being would want to read or hear. He was like a history book, a very unwanted history book that would never burn away.

His ears twitched as he heard knocking on the door, even if he wanted to answer the door he would be unable as his unhealed throat would stream with blood if he tried to stand. So he settled to stare into the sun which was now sending harsh rays of warmth at him, and light farther and farther from his hand as it was now reaching mid day.

The person at the door knocked again, it was familiar if only he could remember who's. He was pretty sure he had burned his retinas now, as even as he felt his eyes move everything was in shades of gray he would never understand. The light teased him and blinded him as it danced farther from him each second of the day, visible or not.

He heard the door open, he never did lock it, he had nothing worth taking. Footsteps seemed to echo through the hall, his heart had finished healing and was pumping blood through open wounds, blood loss was still a problem. He felt faint, light. His left arm moved from his stomach to his throat. Perhaps if it stopped bleeding he would stay conscious long enough to find out who it was.

Footsteps that echoed, began to splash through the red lake. His ears twitched again, whoever it was that had come was in front of him now, he could tell because his lack of vision had become darker, blocking out the sunlight.

"Shadow"

He inhaled, his lungs were restored now. He felt his throat become damp with more blood and he began to choke and cough on his own blood. He curled in on himself and more blood pooled from the wound. It seems his blood replenished its self faster than he originally thought. Or maybe his body had gotten used to this torture and learned how to regenerate faster.

The sound of metal scraping along the floor and being lifted then dropped into the trash gave him note that his means of escape was considered useless.

"Shadow" his name was stressed into a sigh this time.

He narrowed his unseeing eyes. He didn't want this person to be here right now, he felt like they were going to lecture him, what did they know about his problems? Why did they even care? Why were they even here?

Go Away! Go Away! Leave me Alone! Can't you see I want to Die! I want to Die! I want to die...

He would have snarled and spat those very words at that person if he could speak, but all he could do was clench his hands in to fists and bare his teeth. His glare was futile as he couldn't see his guest.

He felt the brush of air on his face as a hand waved in front of his eyes. That person was confirming his blindness. He heard another sigh and a slight splash. Did they just? He couldn't imagine it so he didn't try to. They could do whatever they wanted he didn't care.

Hands reached out and lifted his body in to a sitting position against the wall. On second thought he'd rather they didn't do whatever they want. He attempted to push them away but his body was too weak and more blood streamed down his throat like a miniature waterfall. His mind buzzed for a bit and he felt dizzy and closed his eyes. He must have been falling over for the hand reached out again and steadied him against the wall again.

"I'm going to guess you're unconscious now." They muttered as they probably saw his eyes close.

Wouldn't make a difference. Was all he could think, and he was quite sure they were just waiting for him to 'wake up' as he could here no further movement. That was until he realised they had gotten a damp cloth and were cleaning off the dried blood from his face. Maybe he did black out...

He opened his eyes and found that he could see again, yet he felt his throat was still wounded, but healing.

"Finaly you're awake" The cloth brushed over his face once more before they backed up and sat down in front of him.

He tried to make a reply but it only came out as a rasp of air then an attempted snarl which also failed to produce sound but he decided to keep the face because it suited his mood. Then he realised just how that person looked in front of him.

Sonic sat in the blood, legs crossed. He had patches of blood on his fur which was slowly drying, his gloves were lying on the counter, white, while his peach furred hands were covered in slick red blood. One hand lay on the opposite knee while the other held his chin. On his face was a smile.

Shadow faltered. Sonic didn't look right covered in blood with a smile on his face. But it didn't change the fact that he knew the faker always had a reason for what he did. He certainly hoped the creepy face was only there to catch his attention.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?" Sonic started, his smile dropped, so maybe it was just to get his attention, his tone became serious.

"You've forgotten you're promise" he continued "To Maria."

Shadow redoubled his attempt at a snarl. He hadn't forgotten! He had helped the humans enough already, didn't promises end when you've completed the task or died? Why would you care about my promise anyways? He wanted to roar, it was his promise to Maria, not Sonic.

Sonic obviously read Shadow's expression, but could not read the black hedgehogs mind. "You still need to help the Humans, You still need to find a cure for Maria, and that means you still need to live." Sonic scolded. "You've given up." He sighed and looked at the pool of blood on the floor. The sun was close to setting now as it was not visible through the window behind Sonic and the sky had grown dark.

"I can't allow you to give up until you've kept you're promise" he finished for now and gave a stern look to Shadow. "You're not done with life yet."

Shadow stared at the other hedgehog, he didn't forget his promise to Maria, yeah, but the blue blur was right about him forgetting to cure the disease that had been the trigger to his creation. How could he have forgotten? He looked at the pool of blood at his feet. It was dried and cracking slowly like paint. Then he remembered something.

"Why are you here?" He rasped, his throat was almost done healing, just sore now.

Sonic looked up as soon as the other spoke. "Why am I here?" that smile grew on his face again. "Because I need you." He tipped his head to the side, "And until I die, this world will be in more danger than it ever has been, even if Eggman dies." He looked down at the red floor with the smile still on his face. Shadow could have sworn Sonics eyes had looked red for a moment. "You don't know who I really am. You don't know what's inside of me, What it can do, What I can do." He let out a dry laugh. Shadow stared slight shock on his face, confusion.

"Because if I kill, or wound, then I need someone, someone like you, to stop me. To Kill Me." He looked up again the smile was sad yet looking for understanding in the other. "That's why I'm here."

He stood to leave, as he did dried blood followed him and lifted off the floor like ash, the moon behind him was empty and his eyes glittered like cold jade.

"You can't die anyways."

And left leaving a cold wind, falling red flakes, and a wretched Shadow, in darkness.

The definition for Wretched here is: very unfortunate in condition or circumstances; miserable; pitiable. characterized by or attended with misery and sorrow.

Ahhh, I had been thinking of continuing this a bit more, but to explain.

Yes, Shadow is very 'emoish' if you must say in this fic. Sonic is also very dark. I wanted to create a sense of pity for Shadow, yet make him stand strong as if he is cared for and then have him pushed down again. Reason for this is he is always manipulated and used by other characters and almost never goes about fining his own goal. Reason for fic being titled 'lost', he is lost without someone to control him.

I made Sonic dark because I wanted him to be darker than Shadow. I basically wanted to flip their roles in a way. The It that sonic is referring to is Fleetway Super Sonic and the I he is referring to is Dark Super Sonic.

The last line at the end was meant to be what happened if Shadow did not keep his promise and really did die. It's Imagery I believe? Cold wind is Fleetway Super Sonics effect/ after math, red flakes/blood is ash and blood to represent destruction, and Shadow alone in the dark.

The second last line is meant to be a slap in the face for Shadow. It means Sonic didn't come because he was worried about Shadow he came to tell Shadow he was nothing but a tool to kill or save others.

It's kind of funny because I have changed light in this fic to represent death and darkness to represent life.

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So Until the next fic, let me know what you think of it, if you were able to pick out any other little hidden things (I had been listening to songs while writing this...), or even if you hated it or liked it. What would you like to see in the future? I'm looking for some inspiration...