Shadow tried to shout out at the figure in front of him, but he was gagged, and bound with some sort of substance even his incredible strength could not break. The dark, cloaked figure before him rushed about in the lab.
"Don't worry, dear brother, you may like what I plan on doing to you...wahahaha!!" the black and red hedgehog known as Draknite said. He was one of Shadow's brother, Darknite's, incarnations. Before Darknite was defeated, he split into three beings-Nitelight, the purest and most good of the three, Darknite, the neutral one, and Draknite, pure evil in a can.
Draknite had rebuilt the empire the old Darknite had built with his terrorist organization, the Niteclan. Draknite had rebuilt the Niteclan as something that inflicted terror on all. And now, Shadow was the psycho's prisoner. As Draknite moved about in his slightly shredded cloak gathering and mixing chemicals, he would occasionally glance at Shadow and give him a psychotic smile as well as glance with his insane, violet-red eyes.
"Here we go..." Draknite said finishing a mixture, a substance that kept changing color from red to pink in the test tube which contained it.
"And now, dear Oniichan(Brother), it's time to give you a new purpose..." Draknite walked over to the table that held Shadow strapped to it. He put the substance in a syringe, injecting it into Shadow's flesh. He murred in delight at hearing Shadow moan in pain from the sensation of his skin burning.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy knowing that this happened to you in the future...Goodbye, may we meet again, or should that be, meat? Wahaha!!!" Draknite said pressing a button that sent the table into a tube. Shadow blacked out.
Some time later, Shadow woke up. He noticed he was in...a desert?! Luckily, the highway was not too far away, and with his excellent vision, he saw a sign that told where Station Square was. But then, he sniffed the air. His nose was as sensitive as a dog's! He could smell so much. He then detected a trace of...was it...Draknite? Shadow then decided whether to go to Station Square, or possibly track down his terrorist kin.
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