Okay, so heres a new shot at a story, while I find muse for Just Hate Me.
I saw previews for that new movie, Henry Poole is Here, and one scene of the trailer just struck me. I was unable to get it outta my head for some reason, and everytime I thought of it, I thought of Sonic and Tails. I don't know why.
But I looked up the movie, and the storyline isn't good for a story for Sonic and Tails. So I simply revolve the story around that one clip, which I'll probably insert in my own twisted way, into the story.
This isn't my best, but it is just the prolouge. Enjoy.
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Prolouge
It was certainly weird to be back in this old city.
Everything looked the same, but at the same time, different. Every small detail that had been changed jumped out at him, as if screaming how much it had changed. His car slowly made its way through the streets, eyeing the small changes that had taken place since he left those years ago.
He regretted it, no doubt.
His blue eyes turned back to the road, away from the demolished ruins of what used to be his favorite diner. He sighed tiredly, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he sped up slightly. He spotted people he knew walking on the sidewalk, people he hadn't spoken to in years.
Had it really been that long?
He stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green before he turned right, almost toward his destination, a place he knew he didn't want to go. It was amazing, what it had taken to bring him back home.
6 weeks...
The thought caused fresh tears to spring into his eyes, and he quickly blinked them away. No, he couldn't walk into the hospital looking like that...He would never forgive him if he walked in crying for something he couldn't stop. He sniffed gently, forcing himself to keep his eyes dry, and eyes the large building as it loomed in front of him.
What had brought him back home to Station Square? The phone call. A simple phone call from a friend from long ago, someone he never thought he'd hear from again. Terrible news.
Six weeks to live...only six weeks...
He had only kept contact with one person after living Station Square, someone he grew up with, throughout his childhood had by his side. They would talk every weekend on the phone, catching up with each other, and making plans they could never go through with.
And now, that person was lying in his death bed...
He took a shuddering breath, exhaling deeply a moment later. Six weeks. How fair was that? He knew something was wrong when his phone hadn't been answered in two weeks. And another friend had to call and tell him. Tell him he was dying.
"You have to get down here...He's...he's asking for you..."
He blinked the blurriness away as he pulled into a parking spot, climbing out slowly and slamming the door with a loud thud. He locked the car with a beep, and turned to the large building, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket. The air chilled him, and his breath rose above him in fog. After another second, he walked inside, pushing the door open with an omnious creak.
He was aware of everything inside, the smallest girl, looking pale and ill, sitting in a wheelchair near the gift shop; the mother of another child looking comfortingly at him as he cried quietly; doctors rushing to and fro, around the hospital. Sonic walked past them all. He already knew what room.
He took the stairs instead of the elevator, his steps as quick as they were when he was young. In less than three minutes, he reached floor 6, and opened the door.
Again he noticed everything as he walked through the halls, but this time, he ignored it, forced it from his mind. He had to deal with one thing right now, and he was focused on it. He glanced at himself in a reflective window, and cringed; he looked horrible. He kept walking, eyeing the door twenty feet from him.
And when he reached it, he hesitated before knocking, the sound weak and feeble, even in the nearly silent hallways. It took only a few seconds, and the door opened slowly, and he smiled.
"Amy," he managed, his voice cutting off whatever else he wanted to say. The pink hedgehog in front of him - eyes slightly bloodshot - smiled sadly, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, a small, quiet sob escaping into his chest. He swallowed, wrapping his own arms around Amy Rose.
"He's been waiting for you," she whispered, backing away from him. Fresh tears where in her eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. Unable to speak for the very large lump in his throat, he nodded, stepping inside behind Amy.
The feelings that sprung up upon entering the room were overwhelming, and he bit back a cry of frustration and fear.
He was lying in the hospital bed, and he had never looked so pale, so weak. His eyes flickered open slightly and he looked directly at Amy, and then his new guest, and the same old grin spread over his face, his green eyes twinkling happily.
"...Tails," he whispered, his voice weak, almost gone. The twin tailed fox smiled slightly, nodding, still unable to speak. The blue hedgehog lying in the bed was still smiling. Even though a vicious battle was taking place inside of him, even as things were falling apart around him, even as he was dying...he was still smiling. "You made it, lil' buddy."
Miles 'Tails' Prower hated the weak-looking hedgehog lying in front of him. He couldn't stand the sight; it was too much. But still, he forced a smile, forcing back the tears that leaked into his eyes.
"Sonic...It's good to see you..."
Sonic the Hedgehog, looking more sky blue than cobalt blue, grinned wider.
End of Chapter
