Werehog Story 16

Instead of feeling better at the chance of holding back his transformation, Sonic was feeling worse. The fact that he was losing his normal blue body to the beast form didn't bother him like it had before.

Sonic was afraid...

Afraid that the emeralds won't be able to help him....

Afraid a cure would never be found.....

He was most afraid of losing his mind.....that he'd kill the others as he had the poor rabbit. That animal just had the bad luck of being taken from it's home and brought to the habitat only to be torn apart...so viciously.....

It was tiring but he couldn't get the these thoughts out of his head...The more he tried to hold them back, the more they returned in force.

This caused depression that came because of it left the hedgehog emotional and physically drained. He stayed away from everyone, staying in the room above the garage.

When anyone tried to ask what the matter was they, he'd fake sleep or some give some other reason to laying around all the time....

Tails even called Shadow again to hurry and finish his current G.U.N mission faster. "I have no idea what's wrong. He won't talk to us and sleeps any other time we try asking."

"Well I'm nearly done with the report, I will head right over with the Chaos Emerald."

"Thank you Shadow, this means alot." He hangs up then leaves with Chuck and Chris to heads to the fox's other workshop and maybe deduce a explanation for sonic's negative energy buildup.

Chaotix were told to watch Eggman to see if what they could learn. If the doctor could identify the energy maybe he also knew what it was and what it was from.

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Cream peaks into the room. "Do you want some lunch Mister Sonic?"

He glances up from the mat he was laying on then shakes his head. "Okay..." She slowly closes the door.

Sonic's stomach grumbles a bit. "Sorry but your going to have to wait."

There's another knock at the door a while later. Sonic just finished changing to his normal self. "Who is it?" He winched, still sore.

"Shadow."

"Just go away Faker."

"Too bad, I'm coming in." The Ebony hedgehog opened the door.

"Well what do you want?" Sonic sent a glance at him..

"It's not what I want at all." Shadow stepped into the room. "The others have asked me to come over, they are worried about you unusual behavior."

"There's nothing to worry about."

"Your mood is making me look cheerful."

"Was that a joke?" Sonic looks up at him, then sighs.

"You know very well I do not make jokes."

"Whatever..."

(A/N. Sorry if the conversation seems dry or repetitive. Both really have a hard time talking to the other this long with out some sort of danger. Plus I was really tired at the time I wrote this.)

"The behavior you have been displaying recently hedgehog has been quite unlike you."

"So what?" Sonic leans against his seat. "Worried someone will out brood you?"

"Hardly Sonic. But as I said before, based off of your normal personality, your actions right now are abnormal."

"Well sue me then! Give me a break too! It's not like I'm going though a wonderful time right now."

"Then don't take it out on your friends." Shadow frowns taking a seat on a chair. "Talk to them and let them in. There are people who understand better then you think."

"Oh yea? Like who?"

"I do."

"Huh?" Sonic blinks. "What do you mean, you do?"

"The burden you feel....the power barely kept in control. I understand what it's like to be in that position. The danger it presents.. The fact I have to wear these inhibitor ring just to keep my Chaos powers in check and keep them from burning me out. That alone should show that there's someone who get where you at. Remember that my existence alone caused the deaths of everyone on the Ark.."

Shadow shakes his head. "I know I can't comprehend what it's feels like to have a internal force messing with your mind but I do know what it's like to be consumed by emotions and manipulated. Being lost and confused is reasonable but don't leave people who can help you cope out. Don't be like me when you have a chance to lean on friends."

A snarl came to Sonic's lips. "What wonderful advice from you 'Mister Eternal Brooding and Near Destroyer of the World'. You may think you know how it feels for me but that's not true. You had excuses, reasons like your silly amnesia problem, really man how many times can one guy have that?? What about the time you tried to kill Cosmo! That was a choice, we wanted to save her and find another way to keep the Metarex from spying. But NO you thought killing her was the only solution! Well she died anyway, at least a hero with a choice!!"

"I do regert my choice then. And I am sorry for it."

"Well then tell that to Tails! He's the one who loved her!"

(AN Thirllofthehunt starts writing at this point. Thanks again Thrill! Credit also goes to who gave me idea for this part but I forgot to put your name down! Oooppps!)

Shadow’s expression darkened further, a glimmer of anger flickering across his vision, but there was something else there as well, sincere regret. “You have a choice as well Sonic,” He replied, switching the subject away from his own mistakes. “So far your choice has been to wallow in your own pity and misery. You hide up here from your friends…”

“To protect them!” Sonic snapped back in defense. He was standing now with fists clenched, they were trembling from barely restrained anger.

“And a lot of good that’s doing,” Said the black hedgehog, eyeing Sonic’s aggressive stance dismissively. “They’re down there worried sick about someone they all care about while you waste away up here, slowly losing who you are. Tell me how that strategy is helping anyone.”

Sonic’s lips parted in a deeper snarl, revealing fangs. He opened his mouth to say some retort or insult, but instead he let out a frustrated growl and slammed his fist against the arm of the chair, breaking it easily. The hedgehog turned away from Shadow.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Just get out of here and leave me alone. Besides…since when did you become an expert on reaching out to others?” He asked, a bit accusingly.

“I never had what you have now,” Shadow answered. “You have friends here that care for you and trust you. When they’re in trouble they turn to you….now when you’re in trouble you won’t do the same?”

“Didn’t you here me? I said beat it,” Sonic ignored Shadow’s comment.

Shadow shook his head, disappointed, then his expression hardened again back to his typical cold demeanor. “As you wish. I’ll tell your friends that their hero is too proud to rely on help…..I’ll tell them that their concerns are being wasted on a coward too afraid to admit that for once he needs help. Pathetic.”

The black hedgehog found himself grasped by the throat and pinned up against the wall before he knew what had happened. Sonic growled angrily, glaring up at Shadow. He tightened his grip and lifted the other hedgehog higher up off the floor so his feet dangled. “I’m not a coward!!” He yelled, his voice overflowing with anger. “What do you know about anything!!? You’ve got no room to talk!”

“I was never afraid to look for help when I needed it,” Shadow replied evenly, his voice choking a little bit from Sonic’s grip. “I never let ego get in the way of what needed to be done. Can you say the same?”

“Shut up!” Sonic hurled Shadow aside.

Shadow grunted a bit as his shoulder slammed into the floor, but he betrayed no sign of being in pain. He sat up slowly and rolled his shoulder.

“You never did learn control, Sonic,” Shadow stated, standing up and smoothing out his fur. “Always showing off, always the first to let emotions get the better of you, always the first to lose his temper when someone else decides to start throwing digs. Control yourself before you do something you’ll regret.”

“Maybe I don’t want to control myself,” Sonic replied quietly, his voice still shaking with anger. It sounded deeper as well, more animal. He uncurled his clenched fists, revealing claws that were now tipping each finger, poking out through his gloves. “Maybe I….ARGH!!!!”

Sonic hunched over, grasping his head and twisting violently. His back cracked. The hedgehog threw himself against a desk then grabbed it with one hand to support himself. He sank his claws into the wood. The hedgehog groaned as his claws grew out at least an inch or two longer.

Slowly Sonic pulled his long nails out of the desk top and held both hands up in front of his face, staring at them, afraid. His hands trembled. Suddenly they grew larger, bursting out of the thin white material as easily as ripping through paper. His fingers were now abnormally long, each one tipped by an extended white claw.

“Sonic you need to get a hold of yourself before you end up hurting someone else,” Shadow yelled at him, trying to get through.

The hedgehog fell over as a sharp crack ran along his spine again. Individually, each vertebra pressed out along the entire length of his spine. It visibly twisted, like a living thing lying just beneath the skin of his back. Sonic whimpered from the unpleasant sensation. He sank his claws into the floorboards of the shack and carved out long furrows. A few splinters bit into his fingertips. He cried out again as another sharp pop came from his spine. Sonic’s short tail stretched out to three times its original length.

“Maybe…..ugh…,” His voice had grown deeper now. “Maybe…I don’t want to control it…..”

Sonic snarled, writhing as he fell to his knees. His back jerked to the side suddenly and threw him sideways against the desk. With every breath, Sonic’s breathing became more labored until he was barely gasping for air.

“Hnnggh!!!” Sonic’s chest jutted forward when he tried to sit up straight. His ribs cracked then began pushing outwards to make more room for his internal organ, which were expanding. With every pulse his heart grew larger. Sonic’s lungs enlarged further, pressing against his shattered ribs. The pain was incredible. Eventually his ribs pieced themselves back together and hardened into solid bone, leaving his torso more barrel-like in shape.

“Sonic please you have to get a grip,” Shadow warned him, backing towards the entrance to the attic so if Sonic did turn completely he wouldn’t be able to leave without going through him. “We know you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“No,” Sonic grunted, standing up again. Claws pierced the ends of his red running shoes and the material creaked. The tears around his claws grew larger. The belt buckles on his shoes snapped apart as his feet exploded out of the constricting shoes. Sonic’s feet were now more like wolf paws complete with long claws. “I just want to hurt you.”

Shadow opened his fist to form a chaos bolt. A green spark came to life in his open palm then crackled and grew out into a full-length lightning bolt. He held it up closer to his face, the green glow casting an eerie light on him.

Sonic’s eyes shimmered and changed to a deep emerald that closely matched the chaos bolt. He grunted, his spine popping again. Sonic’s body stretched upwards and inch at a time as his spine elongated. His limbs lengthened as well to keep him proportionate. Now the transforming hedgehog stood nearly two feet taller than Shadow.

A wave of dark fur sprouted on Sonic’s forearm, coming through his sleek blue coat. The dark patch grew into a thick covering of lush fur that spread up his arms like a wave. White fur appeared around his wrists and ankles. Sonic felt as if needles were being prickled into his flesh anywhere that the new coat of fur was growing in. It made him shudder, wanting to tear off his own hide just to stop the sensation. At last, after a dense mat of white fur grew in on his chest and the dark fur crawled across his face, Sonic now wore a heavy coat of deep blue fur everywhere except for on his face and hands. Those had turned to a lighter shade of blue from a thin layer of fur that had grown in on them.

The hedgehog groaned, casting his arms to the sides as his muscles suddenly swelled. He jerked to the left, his arm muscles on that side doubling in size. Then his right followed suit until both arms boasted an impressive amount of bulk that made his muscle definition visible even through the fur. Sonic’s chest pushed out, growing larger and giving his torso the look of an upside down triangle, thin at the waist and thick with muscle at the top. Sonic twisted to the side and seized the desk. He easily lifted it up and over his head. His leg muscles filled out to support his new size and balance out his shape. His shoulders and back rippled with new muscles mass that he put to use to raise the desk even higher.

“I’ll show you control, faker.” Sonic snarled, sharp fangs grew in through the rest of his mouth, replacing his flat teeth while his canine fangs became even thicker. His ears became pointed and larger until they resembled a wolf’s ears. Sonic could hear Shadow’s steady breathing. His eyes narrowed in rage. Howling, Sonic hurled the desk at Shadow.

Compared to other large object that Shadow has had thrown at him over the many years by enemies, a desk was relatively easy to avoid with his super speed. He rolled out of the way. The desk smashed into the wall and busted through it, sending a rain of timber, drywall, and the desk sailing into the sun and cascading down onto the driveway. What wasn’t easy to dodge, however, was the enraged werehog that bore down on Shadow before he could recover. Sonic landed on top of Shadow on all fours, pinning him beneath his massive form. Snarling, the werehog tried to bite into the black hedgehog but was stopped when Shadow thrust up his forearm beneath Sonic’s jaw, pinning his mouth shut and driving his head back. Sonic outmatched Shadow in strength, though. Gradually, Sonic’s head grew closer to Shadow, who was visibly straining to keep those razor sharp fangs as far away as possible.

“Sonic get off!” Shadow yelled, angry, but far from desperate. When Sonic didn’t comply, the black hedgehog went for a different strategy. Shadow rolled to the side with enough force to take out the werehog’s front arm and causing him to go off balance. The werehog yelped in surprise. He tipped forward and his nose collided with the floor, bringing a few tears to his eyes. Sonic growled, rubbing his injured sniffer. His glimmering emerald eyes snapped to the side, locking onto Shadow with all the intensity of a blazing inferno.

“How bout you sit still for a moment. Might as well, you’re not getting out of here,” the werehog said, his voice low and threatening.

“Watch me,” Shadow replied, flatly. He turned to make a dash for the opening in the wall. Sonic’s eyes followed Shadow’s. As the black hedgehog sprinted for the escape route, he was stopped a few feet away as a chair struck him from the side. Shadow was knocked off course. His speed carried him into the wall beside the opening. He grunted in surprise from the impact and felt a sharp pain on his leg. When the drywall dust settled, he spotted a large gash on his thigh from one of the 2x4 boards in the wall that had splintered after he’d hit it. Shadow tried to peel himself out of the wall, but only managed to aggravate his wound further. He figured he’d partially severed the muscle.

Seeing how Shadow was stuck for the moment, the werehog decided to help out by seizing his rival by his injured leg, tearing him out of the wall, and tossing him across the room into a bookshelf. Shadow muttered a curse and attempted to rise to his feet. He noticed that the werehog hadn’t moved to strike again. Shadow, frowned a bit, knowing that a predator would take advantage of any moments of weakness from its prey. His curiosity was ended when the bookshelf tipped forward and landed on top of Shadow, burying him in a hundred pounds of hard cover textbooks and a hundred pound oak shelf.

“Not exactly the perfect time to read a book,” Sonic said with a slight smirk. “Having trouble with that shelf?” The werehog approached the fallen bookshelf as it tried several times to rise, only to collapse after a brief shudder. “Let me help.” Sonic placed his hands on the back of the shelf then pushed down onto it, squashing Shadow beneath it. Sonic’s smirk grew with every grunt of pain he heard. A humorous thought struck the werehog. He took off the pressure then applied it again in a rapid process, causing Shadow to groan every time Sonic pressed down.

“Like my own little squeaky toy,” the werehog remarked, laughing a little. There was little humor in his cold laugh.

There was a sudden green flash beneath the bookshelf before a portion of it exploded in Sonic’s face, throwing the werehog back, similar to how he’d tossed Shadow. Sonic caught himself by grabbing hold of a part of the ceiling, digging his claws into it and hanging like a monkey, a big angry blue werewolf monkey that is. His vision flickered with bright spots, forcing him to close his eyes to try and clear them. While his eyes were closed, a heavy book stuck his face. Sonic snarled and opened his eyes. He looked at the floor and saw the front cover of a large anger management book looking back at him. “Oh ha ha….” Sonic laughed dryly.

“Read it, it’d do you some good,” Shadow replied before throwing a dictionary next. The werehog snagged it out of the air with minimal effort. “You will need to try something bigger than that.” A green lightning bolt struck the werehog square between his bulging pec muscles. Sonic yelped as he flew back into the wall, creating a hole similar to the one just a few yards away on the same wall.

“Catch that, furball,” The black hedgehog said with satisfaction. Werehog groaned, reeling from the powerful blast; still, he wasn’t injured, just angry. He shook the drywall dust from his blue fur.

“Not bad,” Sonic replied slowly, glaring out from under his heavy brow. “But not enough either. My turn.” He rushed Shadow again, dodging to the side as another chaos bolt flew by, blowing out another chunk of the ruined wall. Sonic lowered himself onto all fours a split second before hitting Shadow. He then sprang up with all his leg strength while also aiming a fist into the area where Shadow’s jaw met with his throat. His strength coupled with his momentum created an uppercut that sent the black hedgehog straight up. In another swift move, Sonic caught Shadow before he hit the ceiling. The werehog cinched up large hand around Shadow’s throat and began to squeeze, causing him to gasp for breath while he tried to loosen himself out of Sonic’s grasp. It was useless.

“Sonic stop,” Shadow grunted, still maintaining his calm, although his anger was sneaking into his voice. “You’ve proved your point.”

Sonic didn’t reply, other than tightening his grip further. There was something in his eyes, something different, something very much animal.

With his gaze focused on Shadow, the werehog failed to see the red blur dashing at him from the side. A heavy blow landed against the side of his head. Sonic was knocked over, vision dancing with blurred lights as he tried to recover from the sucker punch. Snarling, he glanced up to see Knuckles helping Shadow to stand back up.

“You okay Shadow?” Knuckles asked with some concern.

Shadow pushed his hands away. “I’m fine, pay attention to him,” he pointed at Sonic who was already on his feet and ready to attack.

“Sonic? What are you doing?” Knuckles asked, fists raised, ready to defend himself. “ Have you completely lost your mind? We’re friends!”

The werehog was too far-gone at the moment to render any intelligible words other than a low threatening growl before launching himself at both anthros, claws flashing.

Shadow rolled one way while Knuckles leapt in the opposite direction. With an unspoken signal, which comes from fighting together, Knuckles and Shadow attacked Sonic from both sides at the same time. The echidna went for Sonic’s head. His white fist connected with the werehog’s jaw, producing a satisfying crunch that nearly knocked him over again. Shadow kicked at Sonic’s legs, taking out one. The werehog collapsed. He remained motionless on the floor for a brief few moments to gather his sense back after the well-performed strikes. Gradually, his head lifted up. Sonic bared his long fangs and his eyes were filled to overflowing point with rage and bloodlust.

Knuckles and Shadow had backed up to the trapdoor, now having a chance to escape. Already the black hedgehog had his foot under the door and was lifting it up without taking his eyes off Sonic. Suddenly, the door opened on its own. A small orange and white head appeared. It was Tails. He immediately looked at Sonic and his innocent smile quickly disappeared behind fear. Sonic had seen fear on Tails’ face before on numerous occasions during they’re adventures, but he’d never seen it like this. This was fear caused by him. Tails was afraid of Sonic. That single heart-wrenching realization allowed Sonic to regain control of himself. He looked around at the devastation he’d caused and the injuries he’d dealt his two friends.

“Tails…..I….I couldn’t….” Sonic stammered trying to find the right words to make the situation better, but his mouth had locked up. There was no way to explain himself. His friends feared him now and he couldn’t blame them. Knowing he couldn’t trust himself to stay, Sonic turned and dashed to one of the several holes in the walls of the building. He glanced back at his friends one last time before leaping out.