Live action Shadow the hedgehog slowly starting to
Live action Shadow the hedgehog slowly starting to change into its alien form. He doesn’t know he is part alien and is fairly confused, sick, and in a lot of pain but chooses not to show it since he thinks it will make him look weak. Rouge and Omega are very suspicious.
The biting wind whipped at Shadow’s quills as he stood atop the G.U.N. headquarters, the city lights a blurry smear below. He’d been feeling…off. For weeks. A low, persistent ache had settled in his bones, a dull throb that pulsed with a sickening rhythm. He’d dismissed it as exhaustion, the lingering effects of a particularly brutal mission. But the exhaustion was a lie. It was something far more insidious.
His usually precise movements felt sluggish, clumsy. He stumbled slightly while landing from a high-speed dash – a blatant error that sent a fresh wave of nausea through him. He clenched his fists, forcing down a groan. Weakness was a luxury he couldn’t afford. He was Shadow the Ultimate Lifeform; weakness was anathema.
Rouge the Bat, perched on a nearby gargoyle, watched him with narrowed eyes. She’d known Shadow for years, long enough to recognize the subtle tremors in his usually rigid posture. The way his usually sharp gaze seemed clouded, his movements hesitant. He was hiding something, and she wasn’t about to let it slide.
“You alright, Shadow?” she asked, her voice carrying on the wind. Her tone was casual, almost teasing, but her crimson eyes held a keen observation.
Shadow stiffened, his back straightening instantly. “Perfectly fine, Rouge.” His voice was a little too tight, a little too clipped.
Omega, a hulking mass of metal and weaponry, lumbered closer, his optical sensors scanning Shadow with clinical precision. He hadn’t spoken, but his very presence radiated suspicion. He knew Shadow’s facade as well as Rouge did.
The change was subtle, almost imperceptible at first. A slight darkening of his fur, a sharper angle to his usually sleek form. But over the next few days, it became undeniable. His quills, once jet-black, took on a subtle purplish hue. Strange, almost iridescent markings began to appear around his eyes, resembling constellations of dark violet and crimson. The pain intensified, spreading like a wildfire through his body, accompanied by bouts of disorienting dizziness.
He pushed through it, training harder, fighting harder, refusing to acknowledge the growing unease within. He was stronger than this. He had to be. But the strain was visible. His once precise movements now betrayed moments of staggering, and his usually stoic demeanor cracked under the pressure.
One night, after a particularly grueling training session, Shadow collapsed. The pain was unbearable, a searing, agonizing pressure in his chest, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of…alienness. He felt something shifting within him, something ancient and powerful, something not entirely him.
Rouge and Omega found him sprawled on the training floor, his body wracked with silent sobs. His quills were now a deep, unnatural purple, his eyes glowing with the same strange, otherworldly light. The markings on his face had spread, pulsing faintly with an inner light. His form was morphing, subtly yet undeniably, into something…different.
Omega’s optical sensors whirred, analyzing the alarming changes. Rouge knelt beside him, her usual playful demeanor replaced with a concerned frown.
“Shadow,” she whispered, her voice gentle, “what’s happening to you?”
Shadow, eyes squeezed shut, could only whisper a single word, choked with pain and confusion. “I…I don’t know.” The alien part of him – still a small, nascent part – screamed silently with a hunger he didn’t understand. The transformation, still in its early stages, held a power both terrifying and intoxicating. His secret, his internal battle, was about to be revealed, leaving him completely at their mercy, something he’d always vehemently avoided.
