It took him five minutes of flying to realize that something was behind him, and close behind him at that. He flew up a little was, and looked back, and saw a terrifying sight. It was a huge gray cloud of nothing, rearing up at him. It looked vaguely like a sandstorm, but inside it he saw malice much more intelligent than that a sandstorm was to feature. Besides, it turned around to follow him after he passed over it. Tails thoughts raced. How could he outrun this thing? He couldn't fly much longer, and if he landed, it would swallow him, and he got the feeling that being swallowed would not be good. If he could reach the mountains in time, he could hide… But they were so far away, and they didn't seem to be getting closer. He could fly up, and hope that the thing would lose interest in him…
The rest of his brainstorming session was cut short when the thing attacked. It suddenly launched a burst of its substance at him. The bolt hit him head on, and his flight became less and less structured. He turned and saw the thing turn its charges at him sharply, and come in for round two. Tails couldn't wait much longer. He decided quickly, almost recklessly, to go up. And up he went, very, very fast. He saw that malicious moon grow bigger by the second. It seemed too big now… Then it hit him.
Actually, he crashed into it. He didn't know that the moon was so close to the ground in this odd realm and that surprised him. However, he was happy enough to have a place to rest his tails for a little while. But he was loosing his grip on the moon by the second. He looked around on the ground. The Death-Storm was still waiting for him below. Then Tails saw something.
It was nothing more than a hole in the ground, barely a cave. The Death-Storm seemed to pass over it. If he could get in to it… Again, his thinking was cut short by the entity below hurling another blast at him. It missed, but barely, and he seemed to become more and more diminished as time wore on. The Death-Storm was as far away from the cave as it could be now, so Tails let go. And fell. And fell. And fell… right beside the cave. With the storm moving at him full tilt.
He rolled wildly at the cave, through the gray grass, the storm gaining on him quickly. Its darks swirls seemed to be making shaped now, huge skulls that leered at him before vanishing into the smoke. He was almost there, he could feel the ground drop away… and he could also feel the dark nothing of the Death-Storm on his side… Then he was in, and safe. He didn't exit the cave for a long, long, time.