In the back of the military headquarters, Shadow stole away to his room, his hand clutching his head. No, no, no not again, not—
(destroy everyone kill kill pain blood)
—not this, please…
He slammed the door roughly and made sure it was locked, jerking the handle violently with out the intent to. “Nghh…ghhh…damn it,” he growled. The black hedgehog ripped his cloak off, nearly choking himself in the process, but he couldn’t address—
(choke just wrap your hands around her little neck she’ll scream and scream and)
—his own physical sensations compared to the roaring in his head. He collapsed on the ground, throwing his head in his arms. His entire body was tense, as if an electric current were running through it. He gripped at his quills, his hands familiar to where the red markings began, and he grasped at them furiously.
(everyone deserves to be punished Sonic that annoying wretch wouldn’t you like to see him bleed what about that brat Silver just running in is footsteps tear him up too make them suffer suffer suffer)
"No…" he groaned. "No, no, I won’t…"
(oh but what about Blaze Blaze Bla)
"No, damn it, not her!!" he shouted suddenly. I can’t hurt her I can’t I won’t I—
(not hurt just her there her touch her
Her body, her slender body. How she would feel under my hands, under my mouth. I want to kiss her, I want to touch her fully, feel her against me. Absorb the curve of her body, her hips, her breasts, her lips. I want to feel her warmth, I want her, I want her.
Shadow slowly opened his eyes, realizing his hands were shaking, fidgeting. He leaned forward and let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. These are my thoughts, my own, and I can feel it. I need her, need her. I want to hear the sound of her breath when I kiss her. I want to feel how her waist dips into the small of her back, the gentle indents at the small of it, where her hips flare out. I want to feel her shudder under me when I touch her neck, kiss her body, feel her, want her. Blaze…Blaze…Blaze…I need you…
His hand reached over his shoulder to the top of his back, grazing back over his neck and to his collarbone. There was pressure, but he was trembling. “Blaze…” he muttered, his voice cracking near the end. “Oh God, Blaze…”
Her calm voice, her steady nature, her soft body, her, all of her, I want it, I need it, I crave it. Christ, Blaze, where are you? His eyes clenched shut again, and he continued to fidget and touch his neck. It’s consuming me, but I need you, I need you, I want you so badly, I want to feel you, I want your heat, I want all of you…
He let out a harsh breath, coming from a closed throat; a hissing sound. I would rather this than wanting to kill, to destroy…I can’t tell if it’s subsiding or not. I feel tense and hot, and I know I’m trembling. I can feel tears behind my eyes, it is that desperate. Desperate, desperate, wanting. I want you.
Her image blinked in her mind for the thousandth time, and he let out a barely controlled, frantic growl.