Sonic stared at Shadow with wide eyes at this revelation. Sure, someone has always tried to get him, but never the entire team!
Running a hand through his quills then wrapping it around his neck, Sonic averted his eyes from the ebony and crimson hedgehog and stared blankly at the floor, desperately searching for words.
Finally, Sonic spoke.
"Well this is…new…" Scoffing, Shadow then went into the kitchen and refilled a glass of red wine for him and glass of rhine for his guest.
Practically throwing the glass of rhine on the coffee table in front of Sonic, (whom had found the couch again) he went to a room in the back. Sonic could hear the sounds of drawers opening and then slamming shut.
Noticing the drink in front of him, he raised and eyebrow and looked into the back room. "Shadow, you know I don't drink!" He called into the abyss of the house.
"Never know when you may wanna start." Shadow hollered back, still shuffling through drawers and what seemed an endless supply of books.
"Ha! Here it is…" Shadow then came walking out with a large book, no, a journal.
"Since when do you keep a diary?" Sonic pried with a cocky grin on his face as he stared at the large leather bound book.
Growling at Sonic, Shadow began flipping desperately through pages of the journal until he found the desired page.
Peering over Shadow's shoulder (seeing that his back was turned) Sonic furrowed his brows at what he saw.
There was writing in it of course, but it wasn't in English. The writing was in what looked like to him ancient runes, but if they were he didn't recognize it from any of his adventures.
The writing looked almost Egyptian, consisting of pictures that resembled objects representing words, but it also looked as if there was some Arabic writing scribbled in too. But it was neither.
Looking over at the page opposite the one on the left, a rough ink sketch of what looked like a human with wolf eyes, fangs, and other features like hair turning into fur as it went along the human's spine. In the right-hand corner of the picture was the number "one" written neatly in English.
"What the hell…?" Shadow shouldered Sonic's hands off of his shoulders and moved over as the cobalt male studied the journal's pages even more.
"It's a journal written by a demon, Sonic. At least that's what I think it is." Staring at Shadow like he had grown three heads, Sonic rolled his eyes and walked back to the couch and took a large gulp of the rhine.
Noticing this, Shadow pointed it out that Sonic didn't drink, just to get some amusement out of this.
"If you're going to start blurting crap about "demons" and stuff then I'm gonna need a few drinks…" Sonic uttered as he got used to the taste of the beverage.
"So what is that picture in the book of anyways?" Sonic asked before taking another sip of the drink.
Scratching behind his ear as he scanned the page in the journal, Shadow gave a small shrug at Sonic's question.
"I only know a bit of this language. I can only decipher death, a hybrid, never stopping, and victim." Shadow answered, never taking his eyes off the page.
"Do you think that's what attacked Amy last night?" Sonic inquired as he remembered the blood and claw marks on the walls of Amy's house. A shiver went down his spine at the image.
"Perhaps." Shadow said as he closed the book with a slam. "It's just a hunch aside from Eggman, but I highly doubt that he would be able to do anything like this."
Silence filled the house once more except for the shuffling of Shadow putting the journal back.
Sonic could hardly believe anything that Shadow had just told him. It was one thing to believe in the supernatural, but blaming it on something that actually happened?
Sonic, finished off the rest of his drink as he pondered all this. It was a possibility that Eggman was behind this, but it was unlikely seeing how he never really did anything anymore.
"Rouge and Tails are working on finding the culprit. So far they haven't found anything except for that journal," Shadow stated.
Sonic remained silent as this sank in.
"How long have you guys been working on the case?" He finally asked.
"Almost three months." Shadow answered reluctantly. "We tried to get a hold of you, but you never answered the phone or called back."
Sighing, Sonic stared down at the hardwood floor with guilt. He should've called back…
"Look, Sonic," Shadow started. "You work in a bar and you see a lot of people, do you think you could watch for anything…suspicious?"
"Yeah," Sonic replied, seeing where this was going. "I'll keep an eye out for any of your supernatural-demons-of-doom."
Smirking at Sonic's remark, Shadow nodded his head in relief.
"Good." Sonic got off the couch and was about to leave when Shadow caught him by the shoulder.
"By the way, Tails wants to see you at his workshop on Friday. He say's he has something to show you." Nodding, Sonic shrugged Shadow's hand off of him before he sped back toward the city.