[ it looms underneath his skin, the sensation of nails dragging nice and slow causing unnecessary pain, but it's meant to amplify the moment. the amount of hate, the pain, the lack of trust, no matter what did humanity deserve to be spared by maria's will? technically, it's not that this world has her grace, his maria wouldn't know a thing about the countless lives that mean little to him. besides, shadow knows hatred, he knows scorn, he despises those around him because of this growing anger of his. even in another world where there is no sickness seen, the inevitable happens due to the selfishness of others.
shadow's eyes widen, the light in them barely there, as though it's hanging on for dear life in keeping him sane. that wild energy inside his body wanting to be set loose, wants to break free could expand and swallow all around him in destruction, but there's something holding him back. there's footsteps, there's the sound of gun's clicking, it's the same sounds from before shadow entered this room. he clenches his jaw, swallows down the saliva in his mouth and then there's that bright light illuminating the entire room, but this time it isn't from the race track.
it came from a gun shot, a whistle of fumes, energy expands — a burst of power that swallows everything in its path. him as well, but it feels like pressure, nothing as real as the past when everything goes up in flames. a child's scream follows after and the world is filled with smoke, a burning smell, broken down walls and pipes screaming with hot air. the scream sits in his ears for longer than it should, he's never heard her sound like that before. even in his last moments with her, all he could remember was her face and that bullet wound, a stark red to the pale blue of her attire — like an eye that stared at him.
for what reason would he be shown all of this, was it to trigger something inside of him — his hatred, his pain, telling him that no matter what life he leads the ending will always be the same. of course, that must be it because in this dark room is only him and his own thoughts.
why am i here? what was i doing? i hate them. what was the point of saving humanity. they will always betray me. us.
no, that's not...
on cue, a light snaps on from above, two cones of light fall in two separate places. one is where that young girl lays in the debris, the professor holding her close as he calls her name. she's unmoving, blonde hair obscuring the look on her face from where he is. he turns his head to the other cone of light to see what's underneath, and as his eyes fall upon a familiar body that's not his but his double's. shadow brings a hand to his head, the pain growing ever more as he can feel something underneath his skin moving, adjusting, but not now.
such a sensation hasn't been available to him in quite some time, mostly because he ignores it, he doesn't need it. however, the hand on his head drips liquid in a different shade, as black as his fur, and what left of his heart within his chest skips a beat. his eyes move to the body of the dead girl, the drop of "blood" on the floor, and then to the body of his double who lays there unmoving. this isn't his past, in any scenario, he's sure that maria would want shadow to look after himself, take care of what's left, but no matter the end.
these are things he cannot change.
his legs move further and further away from the dead body of that double's maria where he comes to stand right above his copy. in shadow's eyes, all he can see are scars, blood, pieces removed, quills taken, some leftover. in his gloved hand is remnant of another where he had held, what must have been split from the explosion, the last touch of a connection... this is all that he sees, the light in his eyes practically gone to leave just a dull emptiness in his gaze which to the copy would be shadow just looking through him.
it's hard to ignore if the copy looks at him, and near his hands where some black substance seems to be slowly manifesting, even curling around his legs as though it's keeping him there. as if the body is trying to... acclimate to something he's been ignoring for quite some time.
... ]
He's unresponsive, ha ha ha. Now we can finalize our work.
[ within the darkness a loud voice echoes out, condescending to those around, nothing as proud as the deep, jarring voice that the double had heard before. this voice is smoother, menacing and confident to those who hear it.
within the darkness does something appear, a giant, silver fox-like mask. the left eye visible through a red visor, and the other completely hidden from what seems to be a black thunderbolt. the mask looks down at the two beings, one unmoving and the other laying against the floor. there's a chuckle, sounds as though the mask is impressed at what they see. ]
I can taste your terror, child. All that anxiety and doubt... it's delicious. I am amazed that you were able to break free from my mental constraints.
[ that wasn't supposed to happen, but it seems something else came into play. something much more delicious that the being finds it too good to pass up, to watch either of them crumble is all this mysterious being wants. ]
The same rules apply. Kill your opponent and you can go home. Look at that, he probably doesn't even realize you're there.
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shadow's eyes widen, the light in them barely there, as though it's hanging on for dear life in keeping him sane. that wild energy inside his body wanting to be set loose, wants to break free could expand and swallow all around him in destruction, but there's something holding him back. there's footsteps, there's the sound of gun's clicking, it's the same sounds from before shadow entered this room. he clenches his jaw, swallows down the saliva in his mouth and then there's that bright light illuminating the entire room, but this time it isn't from the race track.
it came from a gun shot, a whistle of fumes, energy expands — a burst of power that swallows everything in its path. him as well, but it feels like pressure, nothing as real as the past when everything goes up in flames. a child's scream follows after and the world is filled with smoke, a burning smell, broken down walls and pipes screaming with hot air. the scream sits in his ears for longer than it should, he's never heard her sound like that before. even in his last moments with her, all he could remember was her face and that bullet wound, a stark red to the pale blue of her attire — like an eye that stared at him.
for what reason would he be shown all of this, was it to trigger something inside of him — his hatred, his pain, telling him that no matter what life he leads the ending will always be the same. of course, that must be it because in this dark room is only him and his own thoughts.
why am i here?
what was i doing?
i hate them.
what was the point of saving humanity.
they will always betray me.
us.
no, that's not...
on cue, a light snaps on from above, two cones of light fall in two separate places. one is where that young girl lays in the debris, the professor holding her close as he calls her name. she's unmoving, blonde hair obscuring the look on her face from where he is. he turns his head to the other cone of light to see what's underneath, and as his eyes fall upon a familiar body that's not his but his double's. shadow brings a hand to his head, the pain growing ever more as he can feel something underneath his skin moving, adjusting, but not now.
such a sensation hasn't been available to him in quite some time, mostly because he ignores it, he doesn't need it. however, the hand on his head drips liquid in a different shade, as black as his fur, and what left of his heart within his chest skips a beat. his eyes move to the body of the dead girl, the drop of "blood" on the floor, and then to the body of his double who lays there unmoving. this isn't his past, in any scenario, he's sure that maria would want shadow to look after himself, take care of what's left, but no matter the end.
these are things he cannot change.
his legs move further and further away from the dead body of that double's maria where he comes to stand right above his copy. in shadow's eyes, all he can see are scars, blood, pieces removed, quills taken, some leftover. in his gloved hand is remnant of another where he had held, what must have been split from the explosion, the last touch of a connection... this is all that he sees, the light in his eyes practically gone to leave just a dull emptiness in his gaze which to the copy would be shadow just looking through him.
it's hard to ignore if the copy looks at him, and near his hands where some black substance seems to be slowly manifesting, even curling around his legs as though it's keeping him there. as if the body is trying to... acclimate to something he's been ignoring for quite some time.
... ]
He's unresponsive, ha ha ha. Now we can finalize our work.
[ within the darkness a loud voice echoes out, condescending to those around, nothing as proud as the deep, jarring voice that the double had heard before. this voice is smoother, menacing and confident to those who hear it.
within the darkness does something appear, a giant, silver fox-like mask. the left eye visible through a red visor, and the other completely hidden from what seems to be a black thunderbolt. the mask looks down at the two beings, one unmoving and the other laying against the floor. there's a chuckle, sounds as though the mask is impressed at what they see. ]
I can taste your terror, child. All that anxiety and doubt... it's delicious. I am amazed that you were able to break free from my mental constraints.
[ that wasn't supposed to happen, but it seems something else came into play. something much more delicious that the being finds it too good to pass up, to watch either of them crumble is all this mysterious being wants. ]
The same rules apply. Kill your opponent and you can go home. Look at that, he probably doesn't even realize you're there.