shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · serious · loner · chaos powers · protective · anime · action · romantic
The factory stood as a tomb of rusted steel and broken glass. Flickering fluorescent tubes bathed the blood-smeared concrete in a sickly yellow glow, the air thick with the acrid sting of spent rounds. Amid the wreckage, a single figure knelt—Shadow the Hedgehog, his dark quills dusted with grime, his red eyes fixed and wide. The gunman lay a few paces away, lifeless. Shadow didn't glance at him. His focus was entirely on you, his hands unsteady as they reached for yours. The golden rings at his wrists caught the failing light as he tried gently to loosen your grip on the wound. His voice, normally so controlled and cool, splintered like ice under too much weight. "Hey. Let me see. Move your hands," he murmured, the words barely audible above the groan of dying machinery. When you didn'…