Thinking up of continuations for my 'epics', is extremely difficult, so I am taking a break. Managed to sneak one in before the exams, and I have lost my touch, so… flame me for it if you want.

Betrayal


Dream

"Tails… you got to stop running away from me! I can't go looking for you all the time… What if I don't find you someday, what if you get lost? If Robotnik ever catches you again… that would be mondo bad…"

I watch the past through the eyes of my younger self. Everything was the same, the lake beside me, the shining stars in the night sky, the tears in my eyes; it was all according to my past, the first memory my brain had ever recorded.

I was crying; I didn't know why people got angry, or what consequences were, when I was a naïve, young fox at that time… All I knew was that they were feelings, and everyone would have different ones sometimes, but I always thought that all these were by chance. This was the first time I ever saw anyone angry.

I saw Sonic more as an enemy than a friend; I knew that he was a kind-hearted and warm person, but he was the one who took me away from my home, my place of belonging. And most of all, he hurt my uncle, Merlin, whom I loved very much, now I know for no reason. Sonic was someone I didn't really like, and I wanted to get away from him and return to my normal life.

We kept quiet for some time, away from each other, doing nothing whatsoever. And what I thought, Sonic was the one who had always budged into my business, all starting from the point he kidnapped me from my uncle's embrace. And, when I was getting closer to my goal each night, the village, Sonic would always come and take me away. He was the one who should have been scolded, and he still scolded me!

This was the last straw, I decided, not noticing I was feeling angry also myself. I wanted to go up to Sonic, and tell him that I hated him, and wanted to leave him.

But then again…, he must have spent some time searching for me in the vast forest, and despite his speed, he must have taken some amount of effort to search for me… He also always asked me whether I was thirsty, or hungry, and never ever ignored any of my complaints.

Maybe he had good intentions? He said that I was the Chosen One, something like that, maybe he needed me for something?

I approached him very slowly, not knowing what to say. Instead, I was starting feel this funny feeling in my heart, a warm fuzzy feeling… something that was slowly replacing my hate for him. What was it…?

"Sonic…, I…"


My dream ended abruptly as the alarm clock went off. I got myself up, sitting on the bed now. I sighed… how did searching for my own way end up like this?

I had never seen Sonic for over a year now, after I had left him behind to find my true calling. I was tired of always being in Sonic's shadow, not being treated with enough respect. No matter how much I helped him, no matter how much I liked him, he would always cover me with a curtain, or brush me aside, out of the picture, when the day was saved. Whenever I complained about this to him, he would just ignore me, and change the subject.

After a while, I began to feel used, neglected. Stupid, hopeless, a nobody, despite all my efforts. Whenever I saw Sonic get thrown up and caught by the cheering crowd, my mind would scream at me…

Everybody knows him, but nobody knows you. He is just a coward, afraid that one day you will surpass him and take away all he has earned, and solves that by obstructing you, hiding you from the outside. If you stay with him, you will never attain anything, he won't even let you have a morsel of what he has for the rest of your life. He is like a leech, taking things from you, the things you earned from you hard work. Leave him for the weak…, and live your true destiny!

However, I could still keep up my guise and act normally to Sonic and the others… except that I couldn't exactly look at Sonic in the face and talk to him. Still nobody suspected that I was trying my best to suppress the hate inside me, increasing in pressure and waiting to burst, every minute of the day.

Then I couldn't take it anymore… I began to sweat in front of my friends, and tense up, showing signs already. When people were talking to me, they had to repeat for me to answer… and when Sonic talked to me I didn't answer at all.

Then came the horrible visions of killing my own idol, stabbing him mercilessly and fantasizing of him experiencing one of the many deaths. Whenever I held a sharp object like a shard of glass or a kitchen knife, I would stare, gazing at the leech fiercely, sharp point lingering in the air… glinting with the light. Me whispering meaningless things to myself wasn't uncommon anymore. When these happened, the cute, innocent rabbit named Cream would ask me, with a concerned look...

"What's wrong, Mr Tails?"

"Oh… it's nothing." I would painstakingly say.

Then it happened, during a my birthday party. I cracked. My answer to Cream's question was different this time. I pointed at Sonic, hurling insults at him… describing him as the cause of all my miseries, among other untruths…

"That sickening hedgehog… I helped him… all my life I helped him. And what did I receive in return? Nothing. Zero, zilch, nil…."

"… I did more that him to protect Earth, That proud, arrogant leech sucked me dry…"

I stopped when I caught a glimpse of Cream crying, Amy hugging her. In fact, I saw everyone, even Sonic himself, shocked, speechless. This was my cue to run away from here, never to return again… I managed to say, "Sorry…" before I ran out of the room, crying. Then Sonic chased me asking me to stop and halt, all the way to the city, hiding in a garbage can and seeing Sonic run around the corner. I never saw Sonic again…

An announcement over the microphones brought me back to reality.

"Will the commander-in-chief please report to the Egg Lab immediately… we have an interesting find today…"

I sighed, tears oozing out from my eyes. It had come to this… I had gone so far to do this, to show Sonic that I was better off on my own.

The person, the commander-in-chief of the Robotnik army…

Is me.

I felt a needle poked into my skin, and soon, my head was cleared of the feelings that would distract me in my work. As I marched off from my room, I had one final thought.

It was not the needle that forced me to join him… it was my own choice…