Fatigue [Sonadow]

Travelling (P5)

A memory of Sonic's.

Shadow pushed open the door and walked out. The sound of hammers clinging and clanging slowly faded away as he walked further, he wanted to see where Sonic is.

By the river.

That is where Sonic stood, he looked worn out from all the small attacks from badniks.

"This is getting ridiculous," he said as he throw a badnik towards another, "I'm ridiculous, why the fuck am I even here."

"When literally no one gives a shit about this!" He slammed towards an incoming badnik with a sharp blade that runs like a gear, little were cut into his flesh, little blood were soaked out.

He looked at his wound, "or give a shit about helping me."

Finally, the last badnik has been defeated, his wound already dried up and started to healed by then. Sonic panted in exhaust while wiping his dried blood off his arm. He slowly walked over to one of the badniks, picked it up, threw them into a pile, and repeat.

His frown shut tight the distance in between his eyes, and the more he repeated the same action of pick and throw, the more the strength he used.

He's angry.

Shadow tried to pick one up to lend a hand, however, his hand just went straight right through it.

The sound of nonfunctional badniks banged together louder and louder at each throw, it made Shadow's ear twitched at the noises.

Suddenly, Sonic froze, with his arm held high by frozen at the moment the badnik was swing off his hand. Shadow noticed the wound of the little cut from just now, has reopened again due to his brutal movement.

He slowly put down his arm that bleeds a thin stream of blood, which dripped on the ground like a small, silent rain.

A wound like that, no big deal. Sonic dragged his tire body to the riverside for a clean up, at least that was what it seems like to Shadow.

But instead, he stood by the river, head hanging low as he stared at himself.

He stood silent for too long that Shadow almost called out to him unnoticely that this is just a piece of memory, then Sonic finally said something.

Some words that no one would ever heard of, or believe that these words came from Sonic, the hero, the one that always gives you the cheers and warmth.

Sonic stared at his own reflection, with a tone that voiced utmost disgust, he blurted out.

"I hate you."

Sonic later shows an expression that he glared at the reflection of himself. He then kneeled down and reached out one of his hand, he splashed out the river water where his reflection was shown, over and over again.

Shadow was of course, in shocked.

Everything came into his mind at the same time. Shadow knew what was not to say, what was fine and comfort to say and what to do, what not to do, everything came into his mind like it was a heavy blanket that lies upon his shoulder all of the sudden.

So he spoke something that what he would describe as "ignorant", yet it seemed helpless at the same time.

"What are you saying Sonic," Shadow asked, but the voice sounded like it almost was muttered under a breath.

He took a step forward with his right arm reaching out to that blue hedgehog, "What the fuck are you doing?" This time his voice was louder like it was a call from behind.

"Stop it," he said in a deep tone like a threat as he took another step further, but the scenery became blurry, and blurrier.

So he ran, ran towards the blue blur that almost looked like it was curl up like a ball. But it's gotten blurrier, until Shadow ran towards nothing, and grasped upon nothing.

He's back to where he stood before, back when he first saw the mists, the damned silenced world. Shivering coldness runs over his back, then to his limbs, then up to his head. This is like what he felt back when he last saw another glimpse of blue.

And for the Sonic from a memory, like what Blaze would say,

he's gone.

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Author's note: another glimpse of blue=Maria