Prologue
A silver sports car come speeding down the road, its speed increasing at an incredible rate. The speedometer reads, 120… 135… 150… 165… 180. The sports car takes a few hard turns, to the left and to the right. Lucky how few people inhabit the area, its not every night this happens.
A yellow fox wearing a short sleeved leather vest with a white undershirt, blue denim pants with a hole for two unusual tails and brown casual shoes was behind the wheel. His driver's license lay upon the leather passenger seat, it read Prower, Miles. The yellow – orange fox reaches for the glove department which spawned the Aston Martin logo with the letters DBS hanging below it. Miles pulls out a 1911A1 pistol and switches off the safety.
With an intense look of anger and seriousness plastered upon his face the speedometer reaches 220. Another hard turn taken, the left wheels rise half an inch from the road and touches back down. 225. The avenue begins to straighten itself out, allowing the fox to gain speed. 240. The two-tailed fox realizes his great speed, but grunts and pushes the pedal even closer to the floor. The car goes up a small hill then leads to a sudden depression; this causes the car to rise about eight inches into the air. 245. The engine in midair simply moves too fast due to the weightlessness of the car in the air. The rubber on this tires slap down on top of the pavement in their rightful place once again. 250. Prower sees the red lights of a car speeding at a slightly lower speed, then he grins to himself in self-satisfaction.
Out in the distance the twin red lights stop. This confused the two tailed fox, he suspected something sinister, and slowed his speed from 250 to 220. The red orbs in the distance take off once again, capturing Prowers interest. Not caring he smashes down on the accelerator once again.
"Don't worry Amy, I'll get you back," he said to himself with a tear rolling down his face. Worrying about what they had done to her when Miles had witnessed her kidnapping about 15 minutes prior.
The car hit another hard turn and suddenly everything became rough, not anything like the smooth ride the fox was used too. Suddenly his tires gave out and blew rubber in every direction. Spikes! Miles had realized that's why they stopped, to lay these damn things on the road. He slammed his brakes, at the same time about forty meters in front of him, he noticed a pink hedgehog bound and struggling on the road.
Instead of simply stopping and slowing in a straight line as Prower had expected to, he firmed his grasp on the wheel and jerked it violently to the right, he missed her and surprisingly didn't flip. He then noticed a brick wall lining the right side of the road and swerved left. The car gave and flipped on its side and began to slide a bit. The front got caught on a loose brick from the wall on the road and the back end lifted up. Once the back end had flown up the front followed. The car was completely airborne. It once again landed on its side, front and back facing the sides of the road and began to roll. The Aston Martin turned slightly and rolled off the road into a three meter ditch where it completed its last barrel roll and settled upright.
Amy Rose, the pink hedgehog bound on the road, after seeing the accident became worried. With the massive amounts of adrenaline pumping throughout her body, she summoned the strength to slip past the ropes and remove the gag stuffed close to her throat. She rushes to the side of the road screaming "Tails!" Fearing the worst, Amy jumps off the road into the ditch and opens the door. Tails' mangled body falls out of the wreckage with ripped clothes and soaked in blood.
The pink hedgehog scrambles to organize her thoughts. After a few seconds she managed to contain herself and calm down enough to check his pulse. Alive. She was relieved, but how much did his small body take.
Tails struggles to open his eyes and succeeds. Amy was relieved even further. The furry little fox struggles to move or talk, but realizes he can't do a damn thing. He manages to move his hand a bit, enough to signal Amy for something to write with. She pulls a pencil out from her back pocket, then salvages the wreckage for a peace of paper, she ends up pulling a receipt out of Tails' wallet.
Tails barely manages to grasp the pencil and begins to write on the mangled receipt, damaged from years in his back pocket. He attempts to write, My XM8 is in the trunk, they may come back. He signals to Amy that he completed his message. She slowly grabs the paper only to see nothing, but random lines and squiggle marks.
"You must of hit your head pretty hard," She said, "I think you may have temporarily lost your motor functions and co-ordination, I'll try and get an ambulance.
No you divot! Tails thinks to himself as the hedgehog rushes out onto road to signal for help. She doesn't realize the danger she's in, how could she be so stupid?
The adrenaline still pumping through Amy's heart begins to over react. She began to see stars as she slowly lost her strength. She began stumbling, losing her balance and eventually passed out. Must be too much stress, Tails thought to himself. He slowly fell asleep, he struggled to stay awake, but he couldn't. Slowly he drifted off…