Do I really need another FanFiction to be written? Probably not. But this idea simply stuck…I couldn't let it pass. Original title for this was The Pretender, but this title seemed more…evil. And totally awesome. Anyway, those of you who are fans of my Maximum Ride and Sonic crossover…don't worry. I'm still working on it, I'm just getting this prologue thingy out there so I can pull readers in for this story.

RATED M mostly for blood, gore and horror.

PROLOGUE

The military helicopter touched down in a whirling of blades. Shortly afterwards a group of heavily armed soldiers exited, not even waiting for the rotors to stop completely. A crowd was gathered; a mixed group of ordinary citizens and higher personnel. A little ways away from the landing pad, a reporter was busy explaining the scene.

"This is Andrea Huston, reporting live from Westopolis' military base. As you can see behind me, this is a bittersweet moment for many people. Allow me to explain." She brushed a few strands of blonde-dyed hair away from her face. "Being escorted into the high security cell until further notice is Shadow the Hedgehog. Wanted for many crimes, including murder and mutilation. My condolences go out to the families that have suffered losses."

From the helicopter came a dark, beaten form. Thick handcuffs were wrapped securely around Shadow's wrists, two more sets of cuffs chaining him to two other soldiers. Same for his ankles. Another soldier was holding a chain that was wrapped tightly around his neck. Three other soldiers holding high-powered rifles followed. The group walked slowly down the small pathway paved for them by the people standing and watching silently, a soldier occasionally digging the butt of his gun into Shadow's back.

"Shadow was brought down nearby Emerald Town. No word yet of why he was there, but a rumor has been going around that he is destined to live the rest of his days at Prison Island." Andrea continued, staring straight into the reporter's camera. "Until then he's staying here. More information shortly."

"That's a wrap." The cameraman decided, shutting the device off and packing it into the van. "Let's get out of here."

Andrea cast one last look at Shadow and the soldiers as they entered the building. She climbed into the van and they sped off. News was bound to be happening on a more happier note somewhere. Anywhere was better than here.

Shadow caught the last glance of the reporter van before it sped away. The woman reporting was too artificial… plastic surgery that left more plastic than skin. Her eyes were too bright. It was unnerving. Luckily the thought of her was driven out of his mind as the soldier behind him dug his gun into his shoulder blades. Shadow was forced onto his knees.

"Not so tough now, are you?" The soldier sneered. "You've killed so many people…you deserve every bit of this."

He slammed his gun into Shadow's temple, knocking him into the wall where his head struck the wall. He slumped to the ground, suspended by the cuffs chaining him to the two other soldiers.

The soldiers laughed cruelly, dragging him back to his feet and forcing him down the hall, into a thick steel door…and down towards the unknown in complete darkness. Shadow could barely see; the world was turning and twisting and the stairway seemed too long…then too short…then too wide…

One of the soldiers opened a blank door and bright, blaring light poured out of the room. They entered, another of the soldiers speaking up. "Here he is."

"Good, good. He's p-perfect." A terrifyingly soft, stuttering voice said.

Shadow blinked hard three times, but all the features in the room blended together…the colors were nothing but white. Someone was freeing his wrists and ankles from the cuffs. This was his chance.

Shadow stumbled blindly towards the door, but was quickly stopped by another hard jab in the back, sending him sprawling flat on his stomach. A gun's muzzle was pressed into his back. "Don't try anything." A soldier commanded.

"What should we tell the public?" Someone wondered out loud.

"S-stick with the Prison Island story. We have him shipped off there…say in a couple of weeks. Th-then we dismiss the case and say he's never going to harm another soul a-again." The stuttering voice said.

"When in reality…" The soldier laughed coldly.

"I'll s-send the Commander the results. Until then, I can t-take him from here." Strong arms pulled Shadow to his feet and forced him onto something hard.

More cuffs were secured over his wrists and ankles…but these were stationary. He was held down on something…Shadow managed to squint and make out the blinding circle of lights above his head…much like the ones commonly found in operating rooms…

A figure swam into view. A figure holding a sharp knife that was glinting dangerously. Shadow could do nothing but scream as the blade sank into his chest.

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Chills go down your spine? Unless you're in some warm place, like me….dumb weather…

Ok, yeah, reviews are appreciated, but not flames. Flame me and I release Iblis.

Hasta la Vista, Readers…

Lordoftheghostking28

PS: Updates will come whenever I feel like it. So basically every…two weeks? Even I dunno.