Disclaimer: I don't own the Sega characters
Okay, so this is a very...different one shot that in a way, makes no sense, and has no beginning or end. I based it off the song by Evanescence: Haunted. I love that song tons, and decided to make this one shot about it. Blaze is immortal, trapped in this single room for the rest of her life in an almost supernatural state. I would recommend listening to the song or reading the lyrics so you can see what I mean about the story line. Anyways, I'm rambling so...enjoy. (This is also on my Deviant Art page)
Haunted
It was a horror reality.
It was a fairy tale.
She lived as a slave of her own life, in a prison of her own home.
The prison wasn't as luxurious as a mansion, nor as cruel as a dungeon. She remained kept in a simple room, no life, no family...no escape.
She craved freedom, yet despised it, fearing the world around her after all the despair she had witnessed. The blood that was on her hands, tainting her soul.
No longer did she see any face besides her own reflection, she felt no touch besides her senses, smelt no summer breeze carrying salty oceans scent, her emotions becoming a perturbation as she hardened herself to stone.
She questioned her sanity, her mentality of immortal years spent trapped in one room.
No one to free her.
No one to comfort her.
She was all alone.
Yet, she wasn't quite.
He was her sole friend.
He visited her prison room every day, blood red eyes that held her paralyzed.
Some days he would force himself upon her, never taking it so far as to hurt her, as if he had created his own notional boundary lines.
She hated him. If she had ever had the chance, she would have killed him long ago, yet knew that he would either over power her, or take her down with him.
His face was hollow, dead dull eyes watched her day and night.
She could feel his presence, a comforting constant, yet a despised lack of privacy.
Her loneliness ached for his company, but her pride wanted his blood spewed, revenge for keeping her here in a prison of her never ending years of life.
But he was her only friend.
A lover.
She loved him.
He would whisper words in her ear, press her against the cold concrete and force her gold eyes upon his red ones. His touch could be rough in anger, yet gentle in love.
Contempt of his usual empty eyes, she had seen passion only ever gazed upon her. A wanting that yearned for her touch, her body. Her everything.
He desired her.
His time of appearance varied, but he was always there. He was her savior, while concurrently killing her slowly.
He haunted her.
A single window resided in her room, showing that it was nighttime. The darkness enveloped everything, swallowing her into the shadows of dusk.
A vibrant green flashed, gone in a blink as a closer presence entered the room. Blaze acknowledged it with a twitch of an ear. She knew it was him. There was no one else.
His footsteps on the concrete floor closed the distance between his place and hers, touch as cold as ice. The breath that escaped his lips caressed her face, his intoxicating scent a long forgotten memory of rain imprinted in her senses.
"Blaze."
Blaze closed her eyes to burrow even further into the darkness, escaping from reality, or was this a fantasy? His voice was deep, like thunder it reverberated in a thicket of clouds. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, hoping he would go away.
But a part of her wanted him to stay. He was all she had.
Long seconds stretched until he grew impatient with her silence.
His icy touch encircled her, arms gently yet firmly pushing her down.
She yelped in surprise as her form fell to the soft sheets of her bed.
"No! Shadow!" she pleaded as he crawled on top and hovered over her.
Blaze finally gave in and opened her eyes to gaze up at him and bit her lip, feeling the fear tingle and crawl across her skin. His red eyes, they were luminescent in the darkness, a precarious glint reflecting the shadows in his crimson orbs. She knew he would never force himself into her, but a passionate kiss was not too redundant in his book.
"Sh...shadow..."
Shadow simply stayed where he was, the desire clear in his glowing eyes.
She could see the lust, yet there was so much more. It was want. It was love. Need.
She hated him.
She hated this.
But she loved him, and knew that it was likely her eyes mirrored his in everything supplementary to the pigment.
Pride and determination won over however, as she refused to let him win. With all her might she pushed against him and squirmed her way away, toppling off the bed and scrambling into the corner.
Her back pressed to the cold stone walls, churning her heated flames that remained locked within her. Her tail tucked around herself protectively as she curled inwards to make herself as small as possible.
"I hate you..." she whispered, teeth gritted and pooled amber eyes that mirrored the night sky in their reflection.
Shadow stood from the bed and approached her again, crouching down to match her line of vision. "No...you don't." he spoke. It wasn't a question, it was a fact. He was simply stating what was true in a blunt manner.
Blaze raised her head to glare at him, the gentleness in his tone and touch irked her.
She wished he would beat her, scream at her. Do something, anything to make her hate him, so she could gain the desire to kill him.
But he wasn't. And upon doing so, her desire to kill faltered into the opposite direction.
He held out both hands for her, and she stared at his open palms in indecision.
Her heart and mind, body and soul were at war. Each pulling her conscience a different way, like a game of tug-oh-war on a spider web woven from her thoughts and faces.
Blaze's eyes darted to his face, his hands, then to her own hand, before giving in to the temptation. His hands enclosed around hers, as he stood and silently urged her to her feet, until they both were standing in the midst of the twilight.
Shadow led her back to the bed, pulling the covers back for her to get in, in which she didn't fight back. She felt hollow. Empty.
No purpose.
No escape.
Only him.
Only her.
Only eternity.
Blaze complied and laid down, nor did she protest when he crawled onto the bed next to her and pulled her form to his chest.
His cold skin was frigid against her fire encased fur. It cooled her down to comfort, yet froze her into a pit of numbness.
Sleep was tugging at the corners of her mind, and Shadow seemed to have sensed this as he shifted once more to press her even closer into him, the back of her head brushing against his silky white chest fur.
"I love you." he whispered into her twitching ear.
Blaze didn't reply.
She never did.
But Shadow seemed content with just reminding her everyday, knowing one day she would break and confess the reciprocated feelings she encased inside.
Her final thoughts were of him. As they always were. She would awaken in the morning and he would still be lingering in her mind.
Blaze knew he would be gone by the time she would awake, and though the thought left a feeling of heart wrenching sadness, as well as glee, she didn't fret.
She knew he would be back again.
He always would
She hated it.
She hated him.
She loved him.
Her haunting shadow.