~What's Wrong, Shadow?~

°•Sonadow Lemon•°

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Rouge wanted us all to come to her club for its grand reopening, since Eggman's last attack had damaged it severely and it needed to be remodeled because of it. The place really does look amazing with its classy furniture, over the top sound systems, and glass blown light fixtures. Rouge is one to go for nothing but the best in her eyes.

Everyone's here, Knuckles, Amy, Scourge, Tails, Cosmo, and even Shadow. The youngsters aren't allowed any alcohol, but they can dance and have fun nevertheless. Amy's just a year shy of being able to drink, but she's hanging out with Scourge on a sleek black leather sofa as he sips on a cold glass of Jameson on the Rocks. Rouge being the hostess and owner is making sure to liven up the party while carrying around a glass of Margarita. Knuckles is sitting a little to my right at the bar facing the dance floor, or should I say Rouge, as he slowly drinks a cold beer with a grumpy look on his face.

I shake my head and chuckle softly at this as I take another sip of my delicious drink, a Cosmopolitan. I'll admit this is maybe my 3rd glass and I'm definitely starting to feel the buzz, but I need it, especially after our last battle with ol' Egghead.

He went all out with his plans this time. Nearly indestructible 20 foot mech, traps to get us into thinking we were ahead when really he was the one in the lead, and finally weakening our offensive by hitting us hard and fast when we finally caught on to what he was really up to. Tails, Cosmo, and Amy were out of the fight no less than five minutes in, leaving only Knuckles, Scourge, and me against the fast, deadly machine.

Scourge was taken out after a failed attempt at Spin Dashing the shielded cockpit and Knuckles nearly got severely slashed by the blades Eggman was wielding when he foolhardily went rushing in, if it we're for Rouge's sudden appearance. Even with the three of us, though I still felt we were going to lose this battle and my worry was coming true when the two fell after putting up such a valiant effort.

It was just me and Eggman in a final battle of wills and no matter how hard I tired, I knew deep down I would be... defeated. I was kneeling there with a pelt full of bruises and blood dripping through my fur in various places as I gazed up in Dr. Eggman's triumphant face. Even in the face of defeat I refused to give in, in the end. It was when he made the move to put an end to me that it happened.

Like a demon rising from the fiery pits of hell, Shadow appeared and completely annihilated Eggman's entire force. It was like he had a personal vendetta against the Doctor with the utter fierceness in which he attacked. Aura blazing as he jumped, dived, moved, flexed... it was like gazing at a glorious fallen angel with the fluidity in which he moved. In mere minutes Eggman was beaten and flying away with promise of revenge.

I'd stumbled to stand and try and talk to him, to maybe say "Thanks for saving our skins", but it turned out I was hurt a lot more than I assumed and tripped almost immediately after standing. A firm hand had grasped my fawn arm in order to keep me from falling to the cold, hard cement and my startled emerald orbs had snapped up reflexively in order to see what had prevented the collision; as a result, my throat had gone dry.

Burning crimson eyes had practically scorched my soul as he pierced me with his unwavering gaze. I was unable to look away, unwilling to, as we stood there in such close proximity for the first time I could think of that didn't involve fighting. Quicker than I could blink though, his warm body was gone, walking away without a word and I was left to stand there unsure of how to think of the situation.