Here we are, back with chapter 1!

Sonic: Uh, didn't you just post this yesterday?

Yep, but I felt like updating again. Now, where's the prince of darkness at?

Sonic: *shrugs* Eh, said he couldn't make it. Something about a mission from G.U.N. *grins* So, Tails is gonna cover for him instead, isn't that right, bud?

Tails: *nods with a smile* Right. I'm glad I could be here. I've been meaning to see what this new story is all about.

Sonic: *frowns* Hate to break it to ya, bud, but...in the story, we're dead.

Tails: *widens eyes* W-what?

Okay! Lets just start the story! Tails, if you would?

Tails: Sonic155 doesn't own us, SEGA does.

See? That wasn't so bad.

Tails:...


Beginnings part 1...


Two boys stood in the doorway to a new room, which greeted them. Both of them, observing the features of the place.

Lets see, four plain white walls? Check. Two closets on two separate walls, facing each other? Check. A ceiling fan that wouldn't be needed much? Check. Two separate windows? Check. And soft beige carpet they were already standing on? Check.

Yep, this was completely normal when you just moved in.

The smallest of the two, a young boy, observed around for a few more minutes, before turning his attention from the ceiling fan, to his best friend. "Well," he started after a short pause, "it's certainly bigger than your last one."

The oldest of the two, the teenager, thought on it for a moment. Afterwards, he simply gave his shoulders a small, nonchalant shrug.

"Eh, I guess. But still,...it just doesn't feel the same."

After reaching up to swat his blonde bangs away from his eyes, the boy frowned. He knew what his friend meant. I mean, how would you feel if your parents just dropped the 'Surprise! We're moving, sweetie!' bomb on you after coming home from school? It was just a big of a shock for Miles Prower as it was for his friend, Jacob Dixon. The teen was so devastated that day, that he locked himself up in his room for the rest of the day, skipping dinner, and avoiding his own family. Miles sighed.

"I know how you feel. I never got the chance to give Kellie a final goodbye." he said with a downhearted look. To think, he and Kellie were going to go to their secret garden to check on the plants. What he wouldn't give to see her smile one last time.

Jacob, or Jake, as he preferred, sighed. Sometimes, he wished his family and Miles' family didn't live in the same freaking house. That way, Miles could make choices for himself more often, instead of following Jake around like an obedient pup. It's not that he enjoyed his friend's company, but Miles barely had any friends. But then again, that was probably due to his high IQ. The kid was smarter than the average 8 year old. Heck, he was smart enough to be in college! But, he only managed to skip all the way to the 9th grade, Jake's grade, and, well- wait, he was getting off topic. If Miles' family didn't live with Jake's family, then maybe he could've had a chance to visit Kellie more in the garden. That girl always did love nature, and even better, she was Miles' only friend around his age.

Jake was just getting ready to place a hand on Miles' shoulder, when a sudden voice interrupted him.

"What are you boys doing?"

Both Jake and Miles immediately turned around... only to see Courtney, Jake's twin sister, standing in the hall.

Jake resisted the urge to groan in annoyance, and just settled with rolling his eyes instead.

Sisters. Don't you love them? They always had to come in at the wrong time, budding their noses in where they don't belong, especially Courtney. She had a special knack of doing that. In fact, it was so special, that Jake had labeled it as her 'secret power.'

"Go away, Courtney. We're busy here."

"Busy doing what?" Courtney raised an eyebrow. "If you haven't noticed, your room is empty."

"Oh, thanks. Because I so didn't know that."

"Well, what's up with you? No need to go barking at me."

"It's none of your business. Why don't you go bug Cody or somebody else? Can't you see we're having a guy talk here?"

"Can't you see that you're 14, and Miles is 8? That's a pretty big age difference, you know."

"Smart-ass."

"Douche-bag.

"Okay, whoa!" Miles interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm still here, in case you were wondering." Jake and Courtney both shut their mouths, realizing he was right. They were slightly ashamed. Miles was a nice and innocent kid, he didn't need to hear that. Well, at least, not yet, anyway. After noticing the much needed silence, the blonde continued, this time facing Courtney. "Now, Courtney, we were busy. We were planning what goes where in Jake's room, right Jake?"

Catching on quite quickly, Jake nodded. "Right, uh, what he said. We were actually in the middle of deciding where my TV was gonna be."

Courtney narrowed her dark brown eyes in suspicion. They didn't seem busy. In fact, they were just standing around, blocking the entrance to her brother's room. If they were busy, wouldn't they be moving around, pointing at different areas in the room? After a few more minutes of staring, she sighed in defeat. Looks like they were telling the truth. She swore, boys were so weird.

"Okay, fine. I'll leave you be." she concluded, flicking a piece of caramel hair out of her face. What was the point in sticking around, anyway? She had to get back to unpacking her key board.

"Finally." Jake mumbled.

Sending a scowl towards his direction, Courtney turned, and walked off, disappearing down the hall.

Jake let a small smile of relief slip on his face. Good, she was gone. Now they could actually start planning, before they were caught by little Ms. Detective, again. Better to work on something than nothing, after all.

"Well," he said, after a few minutes, "we might as well get started." as he gave Miles an expectant look. Miles nodded, already heading inside the room, Jake not too long after.


Knock. Knock-knock.

Ivo Eddward scowled.

Oh, who could be knocking at this hour? Couldn't the guy have one day of peace? Working at school, dealing with kids, being called fat, grading papers, coming home late...because of kids, grading even more papers, and did he mention dealing with kids? He hated kids! In fact, he hated it all! The man sighed. Looks like he couldn't escape his bothersome life.

"It better not be those damn kids pranking me again, or there are going to be some pretty pissed parents tomorrow." he grumbled, getting up from his black, leather recliner. He grimaced. Oh, how he already missed the warmth of his beloved chair. It was just calling to him. Maybe if he just ignored the idiot knocking on his front door, then they'd go away?...No, not likely. He scowled, knowing he'd have to answer to the irritating fool sooner or later.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming, just shut up already!" he shouted, already storming over to the pounding door. He stopped, and proceeded to unlock the door. Sighing, he swung the door open, and peered through the see-through screen. He wasn't too surprised to find nobody there.

'One day I'll catch these damn kids, and make them pay. Make them all pay.' were his thoughts as his scowl deepened. He was just about to slam the door, but something stopped him from doing so.

There, on the foot of his porch, was a book.

He rose a brow. What was this? A gift? No, he wasn't expecting one anytime soon. He narrowed his eyes behind his glasses in suspicion. A trick, that's what it was! It just had to be one. Well, he'll just see about that.

Cautiously, Eddward bent down, and reached for the book. Ugh, how could people stand doing exercise? It was too hard! Come on, he was almost there...annnddd...ha! He got it! Carefully, the overweight man rose back up, wobbling slightly. Now, that his torture was over with, he took a cautious look around.

Kids, they could strike anywhere...

Satisfied that a water balloon, or an egg didn't hit him, Eddward proudly went back inside, and slammed the door behind him. And not long after that, he was back in his beloved chair, loving its warmth while stroking his ridiculous mustache. However, his curious pale-blue eyes couldn't keep away from the red book, which was now placed on his coffee table.

He frowned.

Just what was so important about this book that demanded his immediate attention? He didn't know what it was, but there was just something...odd about the object.

He sighed. Might as well give it a look. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Snatching it off the table, Eddward wasted no time in opening it up. He briefly gave the title a glance. 'The way of the Mad Genius?' Odd. After scanning the first few pages, one caught his attention. It left him to ponder for a while.

'The E-Series?'


And we're done here! Okay, so?

Sonic: *shaking head* Oh, boy.

Tails: Oh, boy is right. This Eddward character seems somewhat familiar. My guess is he's-

Nope! Don't say a word about it.

Tails: But-

Okay! Seeya soon!