Brother of Mine
Had an idea for a Sonic fanfic and really wanted to write it. And of course it's about my all-time favorite character, Tails. Don't know how long it'll be but anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Never owned Sonic the Hedgehog, probably never will.
Chapter 1: Origin of the freak
It was snowing in West Side City as the inhabitants closed their windows and doors in preparation for the impending storm. Kids ran out of their houses, jumping with joy from the snow piling up in the streets and sidewalks. Parents scrambled outside, desperately trying to reign in the eccentric children. Strong winds blew the snow into the path of cars causing them to swerve dangerously on the road.
The city was quiet as everybody took refuge in their cozy homes. Everybody except for one, that is.
"Achoo!"
The sound reverberated across the empty playground but was drowned out by the growing wind. However, if one were to listen closely, they could hear the sniffles of a young child. This was not just any child; this was the most hated child in the entire city.
"Alright, that should do it!" The young fox exclaimed in happiness before sneezing again. Quickly rubbing his nose, the fox proceeded to climb out of a yellow slide. In one of his hands was a small metal contraption while in the other he held a black tipped screwdriver. Upon climbing fully out of the slide, one could see that the young fox had orange-yellow fur with the exception of his chest and muzzle which both had white fur. Three bangs sprouted out of his forehead. Wrapped around the fox was a small brown blanket with many patches, holes, and stains. White and red shoes along with white gloves that looked like they've never been cleaned were the only other clothes he wore. The last and most important feature of the fox was his tail, or tails, for that matter. Instead of having just one like regular foxes, this fox had two, identical tails.
The fox suddenly began running through the snow. Strong winds blew against his small frame forcing him to slow down. His grip tightened around the metal contraption in his hand, as if losing it would be the same as losing his life.
Soon the fox was out of the city and inside a snow covered forest. The wind howled against him but he didn't stop running. It was only after the wind blew him over and into a medium sized snowbank that he was forced to continue onward at a walking speed, too tired and dizzy to keep running at that point.
Not long after, the young fox spotted his destination, a group of trees in the distance surrounding a moderately large rock. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the rock was split down the centre into two pieces, a large rock covering the top acted as roof. The split furthered into the ground creating an alcove suitable for small animals.
Climbing into the space, the fox heaved a sigh of relief at having escaped the storm. It had been a rough day for the kitsune. Waking up early in the morning and noticing the grey clouds gathering overhead before running into the city to find the last piece needed in order to finish his newest invention and finally forced to hide in a slide to escape the raging winds, hoping it would die down enough for him to return to his home.
Yep, it certainly has been a long day.
Though, for some reason, the fox could not stop grinning as he held the contraption in both of his hands. It's finally done, he thought. Now that I have this, those bullies won't pick on me anymore! Excited at that thought, the young fox placed a finger onto a button and pressed it. Moments later, a five dollar bill slid out of a hole in the front. Yes! It works! He thought while pulling out the slip of money.
Pocketing the five dollar bill, the fox lay his head back against his old brown blanket, falling asleep moments later, the grin never leaving his face.
Ok, here goes nothing!
It was the next day on West Side Island. The sound of shovelling was heard throughout the city as the parents shovelled their driveways after yesterday's storm. Walking through the waist high snow, a yellow fox was currently making his way back towards the playground, his hands holding the boxlike object.
His mind was currently racing at what was about to unfold. After being bullied by other kids for as long as he could remember, the aspect of them not hating him was truly a thought of wonders. However, there was one part of him that didn't trust this, that said to turn around and run back home before he could be hurt again. But the kitsune ignored this. This was an opportunity he could not afford to waste!
The fox was suddenly dragged out of his thoughts upon noticing that he had arrived. Unlike the day prior, the playground was now full of young children building different sized snowmen. Adults weren't present, most likely still clearing the city out of the snowstorm.
Looking around the playground, it did not take long for him to find who he was looking for. His sky blue eyes landed on the back of a gray fox that appeared to be several times older than him.
Normally, the fox would never actively go and seek out the group several meters in front of him. Instead, he normally just ran at the first sight of one of them. For this was the group that lead the other kids to attack him on a daily basis, the prime source of his physical pain. All other times, he would run. This time however was different. This time he had an offer.
Steeling his courage, the young fox began slowly walking up to the group of five. One of the members noticed him and pointed at him. The other members turned around and stared at him with a look of interest on their faces. Nervously, the yellow fox walked closer to the group until he was only about a meter away from them.
"Well, look at what we have here! Young Miles Prower wants to play!" The older gray fox exlaimed, his face darkening as he smirked menacingly while towering over the shorter fox. The other members of the group also began circling the young kitsune in an intimidating manner.
Miles swallowed the lump in his throat and looked into the eyes of the older fox that was almost double his height. "I-I've come to make a trade, Victor." He said, surprising himself with his own confidence.
The now identified Victor crossed his arms and smirked. "What could you possibly have that I would need? You have nothing, freak."
Miles froze at that word but managed to continue. "I-I am willing to trade you t-this," He said, holding up the metal box structure. Seeing the uninterested look on the elder fox's face, Miles pressed the button on the box and pulled out a single piece of paper.
"Well, now that is interestin!" Victor exclaimed as he roughly grabbed the five dollar bill out of the young kitsune's hand.
Seeing as he had Victor's attention now, Miles continued nervously. "I will give you this in e-exchange for one thing"
"And what would that one thing be?"
Miles slowly breathed in and out, tensing as he spoke. "Y-You never bully me e-ever again." His voice cracking slightly in fear.
Victor looked down at the younger fox in amusement before laughing maniacally. The other members of his group followed his lead and also began laughing at the younger fox.
Miles looked down, frowning as he fought back tears at being laughed at again.
"Why don't I jus hand you over to the cops now for creatin counterfeit money?!" Victor shouted during a break in his laughter. "Then, we'll all be rid of ya!"
Miles froze as he realized his plan wasn't working. Fearing for his own freedom, his mind began racing for a reason to give to Victor.
"B-but you can't! You need money! You even said so!" Miles shouted before quickly regretting his decision.
Victor instantly stopped laughing at that. "How do you know that?" He said in a voice that promised pain if he received a lie.
Miles' heart began beating faster as he realized that he had just dug his own grave. Fearing what would happen to him if he lied, Miles took a step back. "Uh… I was listening to you guys talking the other day and… heard you were low on money so-"
Victor frowned causing Miles to abruptly stop his explanation. "Is that all you heard…?" He asked venomously.
"Yes-"
"Good." He interrupted. Snatching the metal box in a burst of speed, Victor smirked at the young fox. "Now you're right about me needing some cash, however...I don't really appreciate you eavesdropping on us..."
Miles slowly started stepping backwards but was suddenly stopped by one of Victor's friends.
"Ah, I have decided upon an agreement." Victor exclaimed and pointed his finger at Miles. "I will keep this money maker," he said while marvelling at the contraption. "And you, my young friend, will never eavesdrop on us ever again. Got it?"
"T-that wasn't the agreement I was asking for!" Miles shouted but was silenced from a kick to his back, causing him to fall down hard on the snow.
"Now as punishment for your crimes," Victor continued, ignoring what Miles had previously said altogether. "You will be beaten by not one, not two, but all five of us all at once!" He shouted as if Miles had just won the lottery.
Upon hearing this, the twin tailed fox quickly tried to stand up but was forced back onto the ground by a large foot.
"You're not going anywhere."
A voice spoke causing the young fox's eyes to widen. A rough hand suddenly placed itself on his head and pushed his face into the snow, prohibiting him from breathing. His arms and legs began flailing about, trying to escape the forceful hold on his head. His eyes became drowsy as he could feel himself slipping out of conscience.
However, before he could black out, a hand grabbed his throat and lifted him up, smashing his back into the side of a tree with a loud thud.
"Don't think you can escape from us."
Another voice spoke. The fox clawed at the hand that held his throat, kicking wildly while at it. Suddenly, a thud was heard and Miles felt his right leg stop moving as he fell harshly on the ground. Looking up, Miles realized he had just messed up, bigtime. All he saw was Victor, rubbing his now black eye.
The older fox opened his mouth and started yelling but it only fell on deaf ears, Miles sat still, too shocked at what could happened.
"Please! don-ACK!" The younger fox began before he was smashed back into the tree. He yelped in pain as the bark of the tree scratched roughly against his back, drawing blood.
The bullies didn't stop there however. They placed him on his chest, a foot stepping on his back to keep him on the ground. Before Miles could even recover from the last attack, two hands grabbed hold of his brown blanket and wrapped it around his neck, preventing him from breathing. The young fox struggled to pull the cloth away from his neck but he quickly lost the strength needed to do so. He opened his mouth to plead but nothing came out.
Suddenly the forces stopped. The young kitsune tried to turn around but he was stopped by the swing of a metallic object.
"AHHHHHH!" The fox screamed as he was thrown across the snowy field. He turned around and saw a blood trail leading back to him as he quickly held a hand up to his eye. It was now swollen and bleeding badly along with droplets of tears falling out.
With his heart beating a hundred times per minute, Miles began to rotate his twin tails quickly in an effort to fly away. While just a few feet off the ground, the object from before, a wrench, was hurled at his tails, stopping the rotation and causing the young fox to come crashing down.
A low groan was the only thing that escaped him as the group managed to catch up to his limp body. He heard the sound of the wrench being picked up again and closed his eyes for the impact. Instead of a painful strike however, he felt himself suddenly being spun around and turned to face the group whilst simultaneously lifting off the ground, held up by a pair of hands gripping his white torso. Directly in front of his face was Victor, a smug smile taunting him.
"Nighty night, freak!" was the last thing he heard before he felt an excruciating pain and blacked out.