Notes: Hey everyone! I tried it again! I translated the first part of my Sonic Story in English!
Please note, that I'm German and my English isn't that well, but I tried my best! It also is my first Story at the Sonic-Universe ever.
The German version doesn't sound that bad and I hope I could make this one at least half that good.
This fic consists of four parts and I'm currently translating the second one. I want to translate all of them, but I can't say how long it will take. I try my best
Have fun reading it! :D
Sonic and Tails (C) by SEGA
How to trust someone – Part 1
The world is cold. Dark. There was no warmth, no light. Just a merciless coldness, which surrounded everyone and everything. Love was just a word every living creature clung to like a drowning people on a lifebelt. Real love didn't exist. He saw it so many times. Hatred, fear and rage, glared in their eyes like those precious pieces of jewellery at those shops. They didn't shine from themselves. It was just an illusion. The light didn't come from the inside. It was just reflected. That's it.
There was no real love. Even those, who were supposed to love someone, were always fighting. Even acts of violence weren't that rare. He knew this. He watched it so many times. And he was the best example.
Once again an icy rain drop penetrated through the porous leaf canopy and hit the little orange fox at his neck. He shivered. He automatically pulled his legs closer to his body, in hopes to placate the trembles. But he knew it wouldn't work. It got quite cold. Winter is drawing near. The Rain, who pushed through the still green leaves of the trees, brought the first smell of the winter to Westside Island.
The little fox raised his head and gazed into the distance. Gray clouds surrounded the island like a cover. It seemed like they were trying to swallow it. All day long drops pattered on the ground and likewise on the little fox.
He lowered his sight at his arms, which rested on his legs he pulled up to his torso. Cuts and bruises emerged out of his fur, which the rain pressed tight to his skin.
"Oh well, at least the blood did vanish", he said with a low voice to himself. But even so his wounds weren't covered in blood anymore, he could still fell them. On his nearly numb skin was more than one place, which burned like fire or where it throbbed unpleasant.
Again tears welled up in his eyes, which he tried to suppress all day. It wasn't fair! No one gave a damn about him! Absolute nobody seemed to care, that he didn't eat in days! The half-eaten hamburger he fished from a garbage can didn't count. He tasted horrible. How could people eat something like this?
The fox was different and this made him a freak. And nobody wanted to be with a freak like him. Unless they could bully him. Bash him. Abuse him... Only in these moments the hatred in their eyes vanished. But only for a short time. After getting enough fun, the hatred returned.
The fox closed his eyes. He was tired but he couldn't sleep. He was afraid. There was an incredible fear, that somebody would beat him up again, if he felt asleep. But where should he go? There was no place where he could hide! In the past few years he looked everywhere at the Emerald Hill Zone, but couldn't find a safe place. Again and again he got chased away and kicked out. Nobody wanted him. So why was he still here? Why didn't he go yet? To a better place?
He opened his eyes a little and stared hate-filled at these two, orange coloured things beside him. They were as far away from him as they could. Anyway they were part of his body.
But still he hated them. Especially one of them. Why did he have to have a second tail? Why him? Anybody else he knows just had one tail! And only he, the freak, got two. He wasn't welcome. A monstrosity. Something without the right to life. So why does he still live? Nobody would care if he vanished…
His eyes closed again and more tears escaped. He hated them. He hated himself. His parents because they gave birth to him. All the pain… All the horrible memories… He didn't want to live anymore.
He got so many ideas how he could end it. But even therefore he was too cowardly. He could never finish a plan. Every time his legs carried him away. Every time he ran away. And for that he hated himself even more.
Why couldn't he simply fall asleep and never wake up again? In his dreams he was safe. Nobody would beat him up there. He could be who he wanted to be…
A loud noise startled the fox up. Afraid, even panicked he looked into the darkness of the onrushing night, fully convinced the sound would hurt him.
He listened into the loneliness of the forest for several minutes; his ears tensed. But nothing seemed to happen. Only the constant dripping of the raindrops on the leaves seemed to exist.
Immediately the two-tailed fox closed his eyes again and tried to suppress the shivers. All he could do was to hope that nobody would find him. Hidden between two bushes, directly under an old tree. Deep inside the forest. He was alone, like always.
A quiet sob mixed with his tears. His body trembled even more. His muscles protested. They seemed to go deaf. They hurt.
It drove the fox crazy. It should stop now!
Again a noise resounded through the forest but he was too afraid to look around. It sounded like the roar of the wind, followed by a loud bang, which pushed his body closer to the tree behind him.
The orange coloured fox squeezed his legs closer and tried to be as little as possible. Just to vanish. He wasn't there. He wasn't at this horrible place. No. He was at a place, where he was okay: in his head.
He hoped that nobody would see him. Or at least that it would be over soon…
A hiss flew closely past him and he buried his face even deeper between his knees and his chest. He felt the presence of someone nearby and his one thought was: No, please!
"Hey kid. I really think you shouldn't sit here outside in this weather!" The fox twitched. A soft whimper escaped his mouth and he regretted it immediately. He didn't know this voice, what frightened him even more. He stayed in this stiffed position and didn't move an inch. The stranger would certainly go, every second. Simply vanish! "Hey, are you okay?" When suddenly a warm hand touched his shoulder the fox jerked backwards in panic. His body protested when it got yanked away from his stiffness and he fell over clumsily.
He crawled backwards on all fours and tried to get as much space between himself and the stranger as he could. The wet ground squeaked with every movement and only when his back bumped against another tree he dared to look at the stranger.
Blue. It was the most noticeable at the figure before him. A blue hedgehog glanced confused at him. His green eyes scared the kid. He couldn't interpret them. There wasn't this expression in them the other residents of this zone had. The hedgehog didn't live on this island. But the fox knew that it wouldn't take much time until this expression could be seen even in his eyes.
"Hey there, buddy! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" Almost defensive he held his hands ahead of his body. "I know I didn't look pretty good, as w e t" – he shuddered at this word – "as I am, but I think I can't look THAT bad." A big grin appeared on his face, while he kept an eye on the fox. "Just go home. It's dangerous to be here alone in the night. Your parents are definitely worried about you." The smile didn't want to vanish from his face and the little fox couldn't help but relax a little. Again he pulled his legs against his body and embraced them tight. He looked away from the blue stranger and mumbled a quiet answer.
"Nobody would be worried about me." His look lighted on a puddle, where every second a new raindrop busted through the water surface. The fox heard silent footsteps on the ground and pushed his back harder against the tree behind him.
"I can't see that happening." From the corner of his eye he could see how the hedgehog crouched down before him and was now looking at him. The stare was unpleasant. Even through it wasn't as bad as usual. But that didn't change anything. Absolutely nothing.
"If you want to beat me up, just do it, so I can be over with it." He was tired of being lied to. How many times somebody offered him help only to strike at him even more and made fun of him, because he was that naïve? It wasn't something new. Many of them actually tried it several times and every time did a little of him believe their lies. But this part of him didn't exist anymore. There was no warmth, no love in this world. It never existed. It was all just a big lie.
"Beat you up? Why should I do that?" The eyes of the fox immediately focused back on the blue hedgehog. Rage burned in his eyes. Just how difficult did he want to make it for him?
"Pah, because everybody does! I'm a damn freak who doesn't deserve it another way!" Despite the scratchiness in his throat his voice was amazingly steady and the fox liked it. At least in his voice his fear couldn't be heard.
For a long time it was quiet between them and they looked long in the eyes of the other. The fox felt uneasy about it. He couldn't read them! He just couldn't read the eyes of this stranger!
"Says who?" The gaze of the hedgehog got harder, as a trace of rage mixed in his words. The fox cringed. There it was. And he knew it would be bad. Like always. He couldn't stand his green gaze any more.
"Everything and everyone." He answered shortly. But the words seemed to bubble up inside of him. "I'm a freak. I don't deserve living. I got two tails! Everyone hates me! I hate myself! I don't want to take it any longer." Tears watered his eyes and run down his cheeks. The rage inside of him was growing. He was crying again. This time even in front of a stranger. No wonder that everyone said he was a little baby. Independent of his age…
Silence entered again. But this time it lasted such a long time that the fox couldn't help but to look at the hedgehog again. There it was. That hatred. The feeling he did know so well. Rage and hatred. It would be over soon.
"What's your name?" This question surprised him. With a confused look he stared at the stranger.
"Miles… Prower." Before he noticed himself he already said his name. "But I hate my name!" He added quickly. A smile appeared on the face of his counterpart.
"And how should I name you instead?"
"No idea." The fox-kit remarked truthfully.
"How do the others call you?" Why all this questions? What was the meaning of this?
"Freak. Or monster. Depending on how they feel like."
"Okay, that's enough!" The voice of the hedgehog increased in loudness as the raised back to his feet with a nearly invisible movement. The fox whimpered. "Now I want to beat those people more than ever and throw them hard against a wall." Quizzically he looked at the blue stranger. "Listen, Miles. What those people did to you is absolutely not acceptable. Bother someone just because he is different, is the stinkiest one could ever do. Don't let them draw you down. I would say your two tails are rather cool. They actually make you kind of special! And I know what I'm talking about." At his last words a grin appeared on his face. Miles gaze was still uncomprehending. "They caused you these wounds, am I right?" He looked at the cuts on Miles arms and the young fox nodded as confirmation. Unable to say something. "Damned gang. How could they do something like this to a little child?" He mumbled those words rather to himself than to the fox, who due to his really good hearing could still easily understand him.
"I'm not a little child! I'm already five years old!" He immediately protested and earned a apologetically smile.
"Of course, sorry little guy." But the fox noticed that the smile wasn't real. A shadow scurried across the face of the hedgehog, making the kit twitch. "You know what?" His face expression changed suddenly. "I pick a new name for you! How do you like "Tails"? That would fit you perfectly!"
The fox jerked back. A new name? Not Miles? Or freak? Why did the stranger tried so hard with him? Was this his tactic? Would it be worse than at other times? And this name…
"No. NO!" He really screamed his lungs out of his body. He cried that loud that he had to cough because of his dry throat. The hedgehog took a step back. "I hate them! Hate them!" he said between his coughs and shook his head violently. His body ached and his vision blurred. Only then he stopped his sudden movements. He gasped for breath and once more a shiver run across his back. He felt cold. It was so cold.
"Hey! Sorry, kid! I make everything only worse, don't I? How odd." The two tailed fox could see the haunted and anxious smile on the face of his counterpart. At this sight he relaxed a little bit again. "Listen. I know you don't like me because you think I will hurt you. And I also know that there is no reason for you to believe me but I beg you: Come with me! I can't let you stay here in the rain." The eyes of child widened. Although he could understand the words he couldn't comprehend their content. The hedgehog wanted to take him along? Where to?
"Why?" It was a simple, childish question but the blue one seemed to feel uneasy instantly.
"Well… It is difficult to tell, buddy. I'm simply someone who likes to help. Stupid habit, I think." Now he was laughing again. His eyes glued to the fox like he wanted to construed every of his movements. "I know a good place to sleep. It's warm and dry. Come on, please!" He put out his hand for the kid but he only looked at the white glove with a quizzical gaze. He didn't move a muscle. On the contrary; He couldn't even think anymore. His self was frozen. Something ached inside his chest but he didn't know what.
Should he take that hand? Was there any possibility that the stranger wouldn't hurt him? Was it really possible? But he would quite likely change his mind and leave. Simply vanish.
A loud groan forced the fox to look up. The hedgehog actually took his hand back and was now scratching his head.
"Okay, okay, I understand. You trust nobody, heh? Too bad." The hedgehog gazed at the almost black sky. "At least it stopped raining." He said more to himself than to the fox. "But you really shouldn't stay here, bud. You catch a serious cold." An almost shy smile appeared on the face of the stranger, as the rumbling stomach of the five-year-old broke the silence. Embarrassed the fox lowered his gaze and he didn't dare to think about what was in the mind of the blue one.
"I see." Those words surprised the young kid and just when he tried to look up at his face again, blew a powerful gust over him and the stranger vanished.
The twinge in his chest grew stronger. So heavily that he wanted to scream. But instead he pressed his lips to a small line and pulled his legs closer to himself. Now he was alone again. Alone at last, right? This man didn't do anything to him. All the others insulted and beat him up right at their first meeting. But not this blue hedgehog. Why? The fox was confused.
Tears streamed down his almost dried muzzle and wetted it again. Suddenly he was very tired and it didn't take long before he cried himself to sleep.