This is it. I'm leaving the ending up to you and your interpretation.

Part Three

Somehow I had freed myself using the knife. That damn doll was down to the number four. Immediately, I snagged the Chaos Emerald that was on the table in the other room. For some reason, Silver was too stupid to take it with him. I teleported away just as the room erupted into flames. Outside, I heard the building begin to crumble. When I glanced over my shoulder, the damn thing was tilting toward me. I cursed under my breath and tried to dash forward. I tripped, my leg engulfed in pain from the wound. I was forced to use Chaos Control again to get to safety.

Once I was certain I had gotten out of harm's way, I collapsed. My leg hurt so damn much, and I could barely move it. To make matters worse, I had lost most of my energy trying to break free from Silver's trap. I had the biggest headache. I stayed there on the ground for a while, thinking. What had I done to him? We fought often until we became partners. Then, I figured we should both push our anger aside. Apparently, he didn't forget. I had a couple things in mind…for explanations on why he would try to kill me. Sonic had once told me about Silver's relationship with Blaze.

She was killed? No, she was sent to another dimension? Argh, I can't fucking remember. Whatever happened to her, he was never the same. He changed for the worse. I suppose I did something to her. I struggled to my feet. I had to find answers. And, the only place I would get them is from Silver. I decided to lay low for a while, seeing as how my leg was too injured for a confrontation at the moment.

I stayed in a motel under a different name for a few days. I couldn't go to the hospital for medical care, so I did it myself. It wasn't much: I hadn't broken anything, so I just wrapped the injury tightly to stop the bleeding. After a couple hours, I was already beginning to feel better. Being the Ultimate Lifeform pays off.

The police could easily find me. I didn't go out in public during the day, but it wasn't as if I changed my appearance. They just didn't care. Hell, I could've killed the damn Commander and they wouldn't give a fuck. They could've also tracked Silver down, since he went missing the day after he was found. Ironically, that was the day I broke out of jail. It's a surprise they weren't concerned.

After about four days or so, I began my search for him again. I carried around a makeshift crutch to support my leg, since it was still healing. Not having my badge, I couldn't return to the library. I was forced to break in at night. I waited across the street in a small café until the last person left, locking the door. I stood and casually walked over. I could've broken the glass on the window then reach in to unlock the door, but that's not me. I shot the hinges using a pistol I had taken. The door fell over and I rushed in.

Before the alarm went off, I had taken Silver's file. I took the exit in the back and, once I figured I was at a safe distance, I flipped it open. The rain began to smear some of the ink, but I had found what I was looking for: the motel he had stayed in.

It was a couple blocks down from one of the abandoned hospitals. I limped my way there, since the rain was soaking through my bandages and practically ripping the thin layer of flesh off my wound. I forced the door open and immediately caught sight of him.

He jumped slightly at the sound the rusted hinges made and whirled around. He was wiping his hands off with a towel. He didn't act surprised to see me. "Morning."

"Shut the hell up. Why did you try to kill me?" He merely shrugged and made his way behind the counter. I noticed we were in the lobby. He flipped through some papers. "Answer my question!" I shouted, furious that he was ignoring me.

"How did you find me?" He asked, looking up. I growled and answered his question first. I told him I had a gut feeling he was the murder, since a serial killer wouldn't leave someone behind like that. The other officers may think he's a genius, but I can see beyond that. "You shouldn't always believe your conscious. It might deceive you." He smiled. I demanded that he give me an answer as to why he started all this. He sighed, and began his story.

"Blaze and I were so happy together," He said, looking down at the desk in front of him. "I loved her dearly, even if she didn't feel the same way. When," He paused, choking on his words. "When she left me…I felt empty inside. It gave me a chance to think about everything, though. It gave me a chance to realize that this is all your fault." He looked up, glaring at me intensely. "You were the one who released Mephiles. You were the one who gave him a form. You were the one that took her from me." He clenched his fist. "I'm doing the world a favor by riding it of you."

I stepped back as he climbed over the counter and came toward me. "My intention was not to cause you pain."

"Bullshit!" He spat, picking up a nearby crowbar. "You ruined my life! You ruined everything! I hate you!" He lashed out, attempting to hit me with the weapon he held. I knocked him in the stomach with my crutch. He doubled over, coughing.

"What can I do to help you, Silver? It doesn't have to be like this." I stood over him; hand on my pistol in case he tried to attack again. "We can be friends like before."

He laughed, shaking his head and stumbling to his feet. "No. Not unless you bring her back. But, you can't. She's gone forever." He shook his head again. I thought he was going to start crying. Heh. That would be funny.

"Silver, I can't fix her. You're accomplishing nothing by trying to kill me." He locked eyes with me, tears threatening to fall. "I can get you help. If you prove my innocence and turn yourself in, they'll get help for you, I promise." I leaned on my crutch. My leg was starting to hurt again. "I can't fix you. But, I can help dull the pain."

He smiled. For one brief moment, he smiled. I thought everything was done. I thought I had squirmed my way out of death yet again. I was wrong. I had no idea how truly sick-minded Silver was. He struck my head with the crowbar and began to laugh again. "You can't fix me. I'm beyond that."

Having no other choice, I defended myself. I blocked another hit from the crowbar with my arm and knocked him upside the head with my crutch. He fell over, giving me a chance to hit the back of his head. He was surprisingly weak for a serial killer. I had quickly knocked him unconscious. While he was out, I dragged him into an isolated room and tied him to a chair that sat in the corner. I seated myself on the floor opposite to the chair, sighing.

What have I gotten myself into? I should've stayed with Sonic. Maybe he could've helped. My thoughts were interrupted when Silver stirred. He was quick to recover from anything, probably because of his mental capacity. He struggled for a bit until he saw me. "You tied me to a chair?" He snorted. "That's the best you could do?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I'm still going to kill you."

I stood. For some reason, I didn't give a damn about dying anymore. "I just want to talk with you." I held up my hands to show I meant no harm. He tilted his head. "I don't want you to end up like this, Silver."

He giggled. "Too late."

I refused to believe it. I refused to believe someone couldn't be fixed. If only I could say the same about myself… "I'm going to call the police, and they're going to help you."

"Ha! Do you honestly believe that, detective?" He smiled. "You should know better. The police won't do shit. They haven't done anything to protect this city in years. That's why this place has gone to hell in a hand basket." I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "Don't be silly, Shadow! One of us has to die." He lowered his head. "Kill me now, or it'll be you."

This guy was seriously fucked up. He actually wanted me to kill him.

But, after all this time, I think I'm beginning to see what he means.

Deep down, we're all broken. Each and every one of us has something to hide. And, we each have our own way of dealing with the problem. It's only after we see someone else suffering that we feel satisfaction. There's only one truth here: We're all broken, and no one can fix us.

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