Sonic's Unwanted Harem

Angel Island Act 2

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Westopolis - 2:12 a.m.

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The door closes with a click and Shadow leans against it. Red eyes hidden behind charcoal eyelids and his hand resetting on his throat. A small breath leaves his lips as he ignores the constant irregular heartbeats. It wouldn't be so much of a problem if it didn't go from beating like he's raced against Sonic around the planet a few times to nearly stopping as if he were in cryostasis. The only good thing is that he's immortal, well, he doesn't age. He can still die if he can't heal himself from fatal wounds, but that's neither here nor there.

Another sigh leaves him as he pushes himself off the door and heads for the basement. Cream is taking care of Luna so he's not worried about his chao right now. As much as he loves it, he can't be distracted by it when that stalker is a major threat.

A gloved hand scratches the top of his head, where his missing ear is. That area had scabbed decently but the only downfall is that it itches like no one's business. He can't scratch it though, if he does, it'll just bleed and he's not in the mood to clean any blood right now-

A strong pulse shoots through his heart and Shadow clenches his chest before he feels his gums ache. He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep breath before his blood begins to run colder through his veins. His mouth partly opens, teeth clenched as his fangs grow just the slightest.

As quickly as the change comes does it disappear, leaving him panting in place. He clenches his fists and glares at the wall in front of him, remembering the data he had seen back at the doctor's lab.. "I don't... need this right now..."

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Angel Island - 4:25 a.m.

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The Master Emerald glows a soft green as it rests in its true home, inside the altar deep within the island. Before the majestic gem is the planet's hero, scratches and scrapes covering his body. Bloody rags and bandages are on the hero's sides as his clothes are off from him, in a large basin to be washed.

Knuckles wrings out the fourth rag before he wipes the last of the blood from the blue side, earning the body to twitch slightly. Purple eyes narrow as he continues focusing on getting the blue fur cleaned. He's tired, actually he's exhausted himself and he knows he needs to rest but he wants to make sure Sonic is well taken care of before he even thinks about himself.

Knuckles hadn't spoken a word after Solaris had safely placed Sonic down. He just took the hero to this safe haven and started wiping him down, needing to wash the blood staining the blue body. Tikal had tried to get him to talk, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. How could he? He was tricked into becoming that... demon again. And even if he did help with that stalker's defeat, he had forced Tikal into a mortal life, but worst of all, he tried to have that creep force Tikal into bearing children for the echidna race. And who knows where that whack job of a scientist went.

He's too ashamed of himself; for falling into a trap, for sending Mighty and Ray to who knows where, just... for everything.

Blue eyelids close tight before they barely open and a soft laugh leaves him. Whoever is tending to him is tickling his side some. "Ya don't... have to be so... tickly about it..."