I don't pretend to understand them, I don't need to, because I know, from a look, just one glance, and I know. I have seen the sins and pasts of thousands, by one glance, as we pass on a street, as I watch them in a subway, or even from a far. It's another power of mine, as well as being a medium, I am an advanced psychic if you will. When I was a kid, I was called a freak, a weirdo, because I knew people better then they knew themselves, from one glance.

Soft footsteps, seemed to echo through the darkness, it was near midnight, and almost pitch black out. Yet the eighteen year old fox kept a simple pace as he walked through the fog down the invisible road laid out somewhere in front of him. He didn't care about the things moving in the shadows mere feet away from him at times, because his eyes were fixated on the ground. All at once, he was lost in thoughts, until he was no longer in the middle of that forest, but in a warm, soft house. Sitting on a white and blue bed, like himself, with the sun beating through his window.

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All he saw was blackness, and felt his legs in a strange position, he opened his eyes and shook his head. He was in a bright room, with a closet not too far to his left, and along that same wall farther from it was a door that led to the hallway, which he could see partially from his spot on the bed. A drawer was placed on the other side of the room, which had a lot of miscellaneous papers scattered about on it's surface. He continued scanning it, and looked down, finding it weird he wasn't wearing anything, or, well in other words not his shoes socks and gloves. His ears then sensed someone coming, and he turned and smiled brightly.

"Hey Dusk, can we go to the park!? I wanna try out my new Frisbee!" A young, seven year old kit said brightly, carrying a red and yellow Frisbee with him, and showing the fox that was twice as old as him. Dusk smiled and nodded.

"Sure, in a little while, I need to check some stuff on my computer first." He got up, and took a silver laptop off his table and laid back down on his bed, turning it on and lazily stretching out on his back. His head barely even on a pillow. The young kit frowned a little, not liking to wait because of his age, and got onto the bed as well, watching. Dusk's light gray eyes glanced next to him, as his little brother watched bordly what he was doing. He opened Yahoo! Mail, and the kit blinked at the messages.

"Who are those people? Where are they from?" Dusk smiled, he loved his brother more than anything in the world, and they got along so well.

"Umm, most are messages from my friends." He simply watched his cute face, and could huggle him for it.

"Like, real ones?"

"Yeah, their all real people, just some I don't know in person." The fox gave him a look. "Oh trust me, once you get older you'll have tons of internet friends as well." Jeremy shook his head stubbornly.

"Nu uh, all my friends are gonna be real ones." The fox sighed, annoyed at the cub's constant need to do the opposite of everything he did. It was an improvement over wanting to do everything though...that was annoying too.

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A flash and he was again walking through the fog, looking at his even paced footsteps. His eyes remained motionless, as they were kept there, as he pulled one precious memory of his brother out of the depths of his mind one after the other.

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"Hey...Dusk!"

"Hey, it's okay I'm not going to let you go!" Dusk smiled, enjoying the praise of being a loving big brother in the eyes of the other, adults around him, as he held his smaller fox brother by under his arms, sitting on the edge of the pool. The smaller kit squirmed in his grip, not wanting to go in the water. Dusk could hear nearby parents smiling and going "awww" or "Isn't that cute? He's teaching him how to swim." Dusk couldn't feel more proud, and then jumped with the kit got his footing and clung to him, keeping his feet out of the water. "Hey, come on buddy, it's just water, it won't hurt you!"

"Bu-...but what if you slip or I slip? What if I drown?" Dusk nuzzled his head, which brought even more "awww's!" from the nearby people training their own kids.

"Your not gonna drown, you'll be fine, I'm right here."

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"...I'm not right there anymore..." He said into the cold air blankly, no one answering him. "...When you needed me most...I let you down...". Again he let himself loose his mind to his memories.

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"...Dusk...t-the..b-bush moved!" Dusk was never scared of the dark, unlike most kids on Halloween even less. He wasn't wearing anything, being almost 15 he didn't trick or treat anymore, but he always took Jeremy out for it. The little kit was dressed as a ghost, he had been curious after seeing "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" (don't ask) and had wanted to put in a sheet with two eye holes and try it out. It worked, and made Dusk smile. The older fox felt his tails being held on to from behind and he smiled.

"It did?" Jeremy nodded scaredly. Dusk just smiled. "Maybe it was the tickle monster!" Jeremy instantly backed away, and Dusk heard him giggling under his sheet.

"Hehhehehe, no way! He only comes right before bedtime!" (awwww)

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Dusk smiled, and he watched his younger self it faded again, and he again was alone. Alone, ever since three and a half years ago, when the tragedy happened. His next memory was the saddest of all of them, and the one that haunted him and would keep haunting him until he found him.

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"Dusk! What's happening!?" Dusk didn't know, all he knew was that it was war. He dashed down the streets with Jeremy right next to him, explosions occurring every couple of seconds, from somewhere. All he knew was that he had to get out of there, with the two of them alive. From what he gathered it was someone named "Dr. Robotnik" someone he couldn't pin point, but ha heard his name, from spirits, how they were killed by him, mercilessly killed and slaughtered by the "tyrant". He turned an alleyway, with the fox holding his hand. They hid behind a trash bin, as they heard robots stomp by. Dusk had a single sweat drop on his bang, hoping to god they didn't see them. After a minute, Jeremy unwillingly made a soft whimper, and Dusk went wide eyed, as a robot turned suddenly and saw them. He grabbed the fox and ran again, down the dark alleyways, and like a maze eventually hit a dead end. His heart sank, and he turned to see at least ten of the robots approaching them. Jeremy whimpered and curled into a ball, as Dusk growled.

"You are under arrest."One robot said. Dusk growled menacingly.

"What the hell for!?"

"No questions asked..." The robot's armed defense of guns were suddenly pointed up, as both fox's went wide eyed. "Surrender now, their is no escape." Dusk stood a little frozen, but upon the soft whimpering of the other fox he acted quickly, in a way he never would of normally.

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The next bit's and pieces of the memory were harder to remember, except for the outcome. All he knew...was that he had attacked them, destroyed at least four or five, and then one grabbed hold of him...and he watched.

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He watched his brother get seized by another robot, kicking and screaming, not in a tantrum but in fear and tears. Dusk tried. He kicked and writhed, yelling and cursing, but several other robots assisted the first to hold him. He watched as Jeremy was carried around the corner, and out of sight, his yells and cries for Dusk still ringing in his ears. The fox felt so incredibly angry. Rage, hatred, anger, and most of all revenge on them for daring to do this. IN a sudden burst, there was a flash and all four robots were sent crashing into the walls of the alleyway, breaking and turning off. Dusk remembered, running, hoping he could make it. Knowing he had to make it, otherwise...

He had run around the corner, and the sight he saw was a painting that had gotten only more detailed as time passed in the kitsune's head. The robot flying off, carrying the fox who was screaming and crying to his fullest, his eyes begging for Dusk, now more than 100 feet away...150...200...

He also remembered the small and very short chase he had done, desperately trying to somehow catch up, but it never worked. The screaming faded off into the distance, as he watched and also knew where he was being taken. He fell, not feeling anything, nothing at all anywhere, all empty, and full of sadness, fear, anger, and revenge.

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"...Your face...Jeremy...I'll always remember..." He stopped walking, finally, after all this time, he had reached his goal. He had left it, and had not gone to it, for it had been to far away at the time...and by the time he got there he knew it was only going to be sadness that filled his heart...even more. So he had left, and trained, trained his mind, his body, his soul and being. Now at the immense power he possessed, a strong thirst for the revenge he had waited for so long. Before him stood the immense metal building, the towers, the smokestacks, the robots, the smoke. Robotnik's fortress. His fur blew in the cold wind, as the smell of hot smoke filled his lungs. His eyes remained motionless, starring at the building that was designed to resemble the Doctor's face. His silver eyes glistened in the firelight, and he growled softly. "...God speaks Dr. Robotnik..."

It's soon to begin...

For all who got a message saying "NEW STORY FROM ULTIMATESONICFAN1!" saying "How it Should of Been". I took it off because it wouldn't make sense and would kill the drama. So I'm putting ti up once this story has progressed a little...Zachary W knows what I'm going on about, ask him XD.