Summery: A recount of how Tail's met Sonic but with many darker themes, for surviving in a world that hates you it is only the beginning for a lot of darker intentions… This will be a darker than normal fic Pairings later, Warnings on each chapter

Disclaimer: Don't own Sonic or any of the characters only the plot I have delved into

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The darkened past

Chapter 2: Anger

Is Difference bad if you are feared?


Miles stepped backwards. The grinding of rock, loosening and falling down the cliffside seemed to echo loudly, through flattened ears. Twin tails flicked back and forth. Whipping quickly through the air, to keep his balance on the narrow path while also showing his annoyance and hidden fear.

Hands flexed, fingers curling slightly, just enough to swipe out if he needed too. For the tips were sharp, they could cut through paper when the fox decided to move quickly.

"Gonna jump kit?" A voice sneered. Blue eyes slid over to glare at the dark coloured fox, who smirked in response.

Miles glanced back for a second, as his foot slid slightly. For he had reached the edge of the path. Nowhere else to go, except a steep drop. Straight down to the forest below.

"Maybe we should make the decision for him, eh Boys?" A cackling laugh snapped his attention back onto the older boys. As the baboon tossed a knife up and down, testing its weight, while leering at the kit.

"Yeh, yeh! Let's see if the two tailed freak can flyyyyyyyyy?" Sang the tiger, dark lines a contrast to the green of his fur. A crossbreed to be sure.

A growl rumbled in Miles chest, warning them to not come near. A chilly wind blew through golden fur, reminding him again about the drop at his back. The kit crouched, his fingers still curled in an attack stance, knowing he may have to use dirty street tricks to escape this time.

The fox shifted from foot to foot, before hissing under his breath and darting forward.

"Come 'ere!"

Miles reacted instantly. Dropping to his hands and knees, he rolled forward. The swing of the anthro's punch ruffled his fur, it was that close. Unfolding, the kit pivoted while standing. Swiping forward with his clawed hand, the kit tore muscle and skin as sharpened claws connected with the foxes unprotected back.

A yell echoed out from the fox, as he tried to turn and grab the two tail.

Miles was able to dodge that. But as the kit stepped backwards and to the side, a tearing sensation from his own side caught his attention. It distracted him, made the anthro stumble and slip off the edge of the cliff as he collapsed. Blood sprayed out covering the ground as the kit fell. Coating the ground and stone red.

He could not scream, pain so acute, as white hot fire flared in throbbing veins. A heart beat fast as skin flapped, torn from its protective covering of the muscle beneath. Blue eyes were half-shut, consciousness bleeding black. Arms and legs trailing above him, head thrown back.

Then a gasp, as motor functions resumed. Miles wriggled in the air, an arm clamping down on his side. Blood pooled under dirty fingers as he pinched the skin closed, the old wound reopened once more. Heaving his back up, the kit suddenly flipped in the air. Eyes open, pupils focused, he turned in the air to face downwards, a trail of blood following above him.

A sharp breath was taken in as blue eyes surveyed the distant ground that was slowly getting nearer and nearer. Fear started to cloud the kits mind, in allowing this it gave the fox the unfortunate side effect of feeling nauseous. Squeezing his eyes shut, the two tails mind started to shut down, a whine building in his chest. How was the anthro supposed to survive this? He didn't know.

Then the whine was torn out of his chest as a yelp instead. Legs smacked into his head and arms, disorienting the anthro who wobbled in the air, pain radiating from his backside.

'Hang on…' Miles eyes snapped open, head rose up as the two tail realized that he was hovering in the air.

Craning his neck backwards, the anthro had to suddenly jerk his head down. For his face nearly got smacked by something that came so close to hitting him as it brushed by, that a breeze of wind blew gently over his cheek.

Blue eyes stared. Fingers limp where they were supposed to be holding his wound closed, amazed and slightly unnerved at the same time. His tails, the two things attached to his backside which was aching deeply, were doing something weird. The golden fur and white tips were moving so fast that they were a blur.

His tails were going so fast, he was defying the very laws of gravity that should have seen Miles Prower plummeting down into the forested ground below to his death.

Blinking in bewilderment he shut his jaw with a snap as the pain became more pronounced and tiredness began to take over him as he stayed longer in the air.

Also, as he looked around, he could see he was slowly descending towards the distant ground.

Beginning to pant with the effort he tried to tip his body towards a ledge on the cliff he was coming to and was delighted to find he could direct his movements with how he tilted his legs and stomach. Grinning eyes alight with joy, he soon came to a rest on the ledge and sat down with a thump.

Licking his lips he grimaced as he rubbed the base of his tails, the skin having tore and bled when hold his entire weight. Yawning he then took off the scrap top he had been wearing and ripped it up to use as bandages until he got back to his den and could patch up the wounds.

Then pain, roaring in agony Tail's reached back and touched the hilt of a dagger that had embedded in his fur near the middle of his back. Snarling as tears fell unnoticed, he slowly pulled the poison tipped dagger out, blood running down his back and collecting on the floor at his feet.

Finally having the dagger out from his back, he turned his head to regard the three figures that he had forgotten, the wolf especially as he had another dagger that looked alike to the one in Tail's hand.

Growling Tail's took aim his eyesight beginning to weaver and flung the dagger at the wolf. His aim was true and hit the wolf right in the heart, red filmed his gaze the weakness that should have been running rampant through his body missing for the moment.

The cries of the two up the cliff was music to his ears, knowing he had taken down one of his tormentors, never would the wolf come to kill him again. Sneering in distant his earlier enjoyment forgotten, he jumped off the ledge and skidded down the rest of the way to the forest floor.

Landing in a crouch, he stumbled his eyesight even more fuzzy than the first time, snarling as he shook his head he ran into the undergrowth his body automatically knowing where to go to get to his territory.

Leaping through the branches of the trees he soon came to a clearing with many plants, jumping down he made his way to the lake side and went into the water. With a bleary gaze he searched for one specific plant that cured all poisons if eaten in its raw form.

Moving through the water he slipped on a rock and went down with a yelp! flailing in the water for a couple of minutes he soon enough sat upright in the clear waters the plant he needed within his hand. Wheezing for air after the water he had taken down he trudged out of the lake to the side and sat down on the mossy ground wincing as his tails protested the movement.

Lifting the plant in his now shaking paws, he took it into make sure it was the right one. There were four petals on the plant and two leaves shaped in a club (think of the clubs of a pack of cards), the petals were pink and faded to the outside in a deep golden yellow.

Grimacing again his blue eyes he popped the plant into his mouth and screwed up his muzzle at the horrid taste of the thing. Chewing to make sure the effects would take place, he swallowed the whole lot shivers going down his spine as the taste seem to get worse when the plant was not in his mouth any longer.

Mouth open he let his tongue hand out the side of his mouth, eyes screwed up as he furiously rubbed with the back of his hand. Then yawning he let himself lie backwards. His eyes slowly closing as exhaustion set in, he let himself relax, feeling safe in this area as no-one from the town would come this far into the forest.

Shifting to his side he curled up and drifted off the wind blowing his fur softly almost like a caress of a mother.

Soon…


End Chapter 2