Hey Guys, Cross here. I got this idea at school today, and I needed to write it down. The gist of this story is choices, and from the plot of the games, I found that Sonic adopted Tails after helping him with some bullies.
I also read about a theory that every time a choice is made, a new dimension is created, one where a choice is made one way, and one where a choice is made another. So I began to think what it would be like it Sonic didn't adopt Tails. And this is what I came up with.
"No one else can ever make your choices for you.
Your choices are yours alone.
They are as much a part of you as every breath you will take, every moment of your life."
~Dr. Shad Helmstetter
They held him against the rough brick wall, taking full advantage of his lack off strength. There were three of them. Two of them held him down. while the largest, did a number on his stomach. After years of torment and abuse, Miles would have liked to say he was used to it, but every wave of beatings would bring on new pain and new anger.
'Freak' had become a part of himself. Having heard it since birth, he had almost begun to accept it as a part of himself, I section of his being. Despite being very smart, brilliant in fact, he never understood the hatred directed towards him.
Hate he understood, he understood it too well. He hated his attackers, he hated them with ever fiber of his being. Every punch to his gut filled him with more hatred, hatred directed at his attackers, to the whole world. He sometimes liked to think of himself as a tank, and every time he got angry, the tank would fill up just a little more. Miles had to wonder to himself, what would happen when the tank reached the top.
Miles looked up when he felt the beatings stop. His bruised and battered face met that of the local bully, who appeared to have just gotten tired from all the activity.
"You had enough freak?" the imposing figure asked, taunting Miles. He sneered at his beaten victim, almost reveling in the sight. Miles didn't answer him, only hung his head in shame. The bully laughed and his two friends sniggered, also getting some sick glee out of hurting the young boy they held down.
"Let's go, he's had enough," One of them said, letting go of Miles, watching as he slid to the ground. The leader nodded and began to walk off, only to stop and kick the crumpled body, getting a groan out of the boy. The three laughed and walked down the street.
Miles groaned again and sat up. He clenched his fist and growled. He hated being such a victim, but he had learned at a young age, that fighting back led only to more pain and suffering. Miles crumpled back to the ground, feeling tears of pain come to his eyes. He crumpled back to the ground, groaning as his side knocked against the pavement.
As he wallowed in his self misery, he could feel the hope leave him. Despite always having a tough life, he had always maintained a small sliver of hope, hope maintained by the look of sadness cast at him by the random passing pedestrian. But he could feel it leave him, like a small sliver leaving his finger. He shut his eyes and curled up in a ball, his hands wrapping around himself.
Unkown to the small boy, a figure had stopped to watch him. Slowing down from a incredible speed, the blue figure watched the small boy crumple on the ground and sighed in pity. On a normal day he would have went to help him, but something stopped him, a feeling in his gut to leave this one alone. He looked back one more time to look at the crumpled figure, he saw was a fox, and began to run again.
He wondered if he had just made a mistake. He wondered if he may have stopped and helped the small boy, but he had to live with his choices and he continued running.
So what do you guys think? I might continue the story, and let me tell you, that Tails or "Miles" gets somewhat extreme. If you want me to continue, please tell me. I knoe this chapter is short but if I continue, the new ones will be anywhere from 1,500 words to 2,000.
So let me know!
Chao!
