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Gripping his neck, feeling life beat rapidly against Infinite's palms. An exhilarating pulse, a rush of malevolent excitement roaring through his veins and dizzying his mind. Squeezing, worrying the hedgehog's tender flesh from beneath cruel claws. What a dastardly want, a sadistic need, to feel its gradual decline. To feel Shadow's life slowly ebb away from under the jackal's own hands. But looking into his crimson gaze, he didnt see the fear that most showed in their final moments. Not even in this wicked fantasy would the hedgehog bend and break. Why wasnt he guilty? Was there not a trace of SHAME left within, for what he had done??
Infinite had been so deep in reveling in untamed rage that he barely realized he wasnt breathing. He couldn't, because Shadow's own hands were also squeezing his own neck. He was choking, on his pain, on his sorrows, on his sins. But he wasnt scared, he didnt feel powerless or weak. He didnt feel anything at all, actually...and that was the best thing he had ever felt in a long time. Infinite let free his hands from Shadow's neck, then let free his body, and sooner still, his mind would follow.
