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All relevant characters, locations or references, including Sonic and Tails, are property of SEGA© of Japan 1991-present (2012). All rightz reserved. Any fanchars belong to Swirl Da Squirrel© 2012-present (13/7/12), or their relevant owners. Gettit? I don't own characters unless I say so.y

IMPORTANT NOTICE: All or most of this is not based on cannon from Archie, SEGA, or SATAM series. This is set in my own 'world' of the series, with me mixing stuff around.

Chapter Two

Station Square looked like nothing on mobius. To anything still alive to see it, buildings collapsed while the last robots left to terrorize some other nation.

"Where are we now?" Tails asked casually. For the last hour, he along with Sonic, had ran through the dense Mystic Ruins, looking for something. Anything...

"That's a question for another day. Keep runnin'" Sonic replied, jumping over another fallen tree. The jungle had to lead somewhere... someplace habitable... someplace where they could fight back...

More fallen trees, overgrown ferns, and other things completely slowed the journey down. With Sonic unable to run fast enough, and the trees to densely packed for Tails to fly, there was barely any hope of beating mach one anytime soon. But the duo had decided to save energy, they hadn't eaten a proper meal in twelve hours, they had to take it one step at a time: It was slow, but it was all they could do. The thick smoke was no longer visible over the horizon, telling them they'd made some progress. Some...

A familiar sent became apparent as they moved closer to the edge of the jungle. Tails new he'd smelt it before... maybe only for a minute once, but it was something. Sonic, on the other hand, knew the smell nearly of by heart: The Great Unknown.

The jungle cut of as the wastland opened up. It wasn't really a wastland; just a barren, empty strech of nothing but stone and patches of dirt. No plants existed in the GU, for reasons kept secret. But again, who would look here for answers? No one. Perfect place to hide anything and everything. Not so long ago, Doctor Ivo Robotnick, otherwise known as Doctor Eggman, had stored many battalions of SWAT-bots underneath the solid rock, but they were never activated, leaving abandoned robots behind. It was a original idea at most. The area had to much magnetic and electronic interference to allow a compass and metal detector to function.

Relieved to be able to both see clearly, and run fast, Sonic sped off across the terrain. Tails did the same. Now it seemed progress could be made quickly for a change, instead of slashing through plants and trees.

"Who-hoo! Home here we come!" Sonic was clearly happy to be moving, as Tails had found out. It was obvious that Sonic hated tight spaces, or being unable to ran faster than the speed of sound. It stood out like a sore thumb.

"Sonic?"

"Yeah bud?"

"What do you mean by home?"

"Haven't ya figured it out already? We're heading to Knothole!"

"Oh..."

Treetops appeared over the rocky horizon, getting bigger as they got closer. They skidded to a halt as they entered their final destination: The Great Forest. The home of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. They worked in secret, not many knew of their existance. G.U.N was their ally, few of which trusted the Kingdom to a whole. For this reason they never revealed Knothole's location, population, technology, or important figures too the public: It was just to dangerous to do so. Humans and Mobians had never had a steady relationship; nice one moment, nasty the next.

Worry aside, the two heroes slowed to a walk, it had taken them three and a half hours to get there, and running the rest of the way wasn't ideal at the moment, with daylight fading ever so quickly.

Sonic knew every tree in the forest off by heart. Only one of the original freedom fighters would know the place this well. It took years of experience too make your way back from a walk, never mind the Great Unknown. Tails had only known the group for a week, but it was all he needed.

"Now where's that clearing...?"

As if the gods heard him... again, the trees parted. Knothole reveald in its wake. The same wooden village Sonic had left only two weeks ago was still standing there. The huts, the bridge, the slide, the meeting hall... All left untouched.

I hope those robots ain't got 'ere yet.

There was no one in sight in the village. The buildings were in plain sight, but the people weren't.

"Hello!" Sonic called out. No reply. Nothing. "Anyone out there?" No reply. Again. "Sal? Ant?" Something Russelled in a bush nearby.

"S-Sonic?" That voice was familiar...

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He had everything. But not something.

Something... That word describes a lot of things.

Too many. Things...

Miles/Tails' POV

"S-Sonic?"

Sonic whirled around. The Knothole Freedom Fighters emerged from the bushes, in surprise of our visit.

Something told me it wasn't gonna be a 'visit'. No, something more... big?

"Sally!" Sonic cried out. All the other freedom fighters rushed over, same as I remember. I'd only known them for a week before me 'n Sonic had left. Sally; princess of some kind. Works with tech 'n stuff. Bunnie; half-robot rabbit. Went through something... robotitization? Antoine; royal guard, but you can scare the crap outta him with a twig. Rotor; the team's mechanic. Knows every trick in the book.

"And you brought Tails! Good ta' se ya!"

I didn't know the details, but something told me...

I wasn't gonna have a nice time here?

That didn't sound right...

"Yo, Mobius to Tails. Come in, over?" Sonic asked.

I snapped back to reality. "Err... yeah. I was just.. y'know..."

"Thinking? It doesn't matter anyway. Lets go, I'll show you your huts." She walked off, with me 'n the others in tow. To most people, Knothole is just a conspracy. If this 'doctor' i've heard so much but never seen, got his hands on that info, it'd be doomed. From what my mind can figure, only a select few know about the place 'cause if normal people found out, they'd be interrogated by the doc' until break and then the whole thing would get stuffed. That's why the people there are so quiet elsewhere.

As I've come to realize, fear is a powerful motive.

A/N:

I'm to tired ta type any more, so i'm gonna finish this chapter off here and start on the next one, i've been working on finding the time and energy to finish this, but i'll get the next one out in about a month...