A/N - Alright, here's the official first chapter; read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog or any of it's characters...that's SEGA's property. But the OC's are mine! :D

The Great Forest
10 miles from the fight
2219 hrs, day 1, 3227

Miles was tired of running, especially since he was barefoot. And when he was barefoot...

THUD!

...he constantly tripped over himself at high enough speeds. Like he did just now. Grumbling and favoring a bruise on his chin, he looked back to where he knew Big Bro was fighting those robots; I wonder if he'll be alright... he thought at first, dismissing the idea quickly, well, he knows how to defend himself better than me...he'll be fine. Shaking his head quickly to banish any image of an injured or – even worse, dead – older brother, he continued running.

The Frozen Chronicles
Part 1, Chapter 1:
The Betrayal

The Great Forest
at the scene of the fight
2207 hrs, day 1, 3227

The Robian – formerly a teenage wolf – answered his challenge with a synthesized growl, and the two charged; the hedgehog feinted right and landed a kick to the Robian's back, causing it to stumble forward. Jumping into the air and curling into a spinning ball of spines, Alias slammed into his off-balance opponent and sliced it into two clean halves, three more replacing the fallen robot. The blue hedgehog scoffed at his new opponents and charged again, dodging the flurry of claw swipes directed at him with relative ease: first a swipe for his gut, then two aimed at his left side, and two more swipes at his legs which he jumped over while kicking at the attacker – a chameleon Robian – and connecting with it's jaw. The kick hurt him more than the robot, but it sent the chameleon stumbling backwards; Alias jumped over the Robian and sprinted for the tree a ways behind it, running up the trunk and curling into a spinning ball of spines once again after pushing off the tree with his legs...

And sliced through two of the three Robians, one being the chameleon and the other a fox...wait, make that a coyote: the ears are bigger. He noted while facing the last robot, only to be surrounded by a mob of roboticized Mobians and SWATbots, two of the Robians grabbing Alias by the arms before he could try to escape while the rest of the mob aimed various blasters at him. The hedgehog struggled to free himself from the iron grips of the two holding him and failed, finally watching a group of SWATbots move to either side as a lone Robian hedgehog entered the circle: it had dark sapphire plating which was its fur at one point and, unlike the rest of its body, its eyes were still the ones it was born with as a Mobian. The metal hedgehog stared at the captured specimen with its icy green eyes, which seemed strangely familiar to Alias. Wait a second... he thought quietly, his own eyes narrowing in scrutiny before widening; It can't be...

"F-father?" the young hedgehog stammered, while the Robian simply stared in silence with a single nod in confirmation. Alias looked away in confusion, then back at the Robian hedgehog; "But...why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt me?" he asked with increasing anger, "What about Miles? HUH!?" The mecha-hedgehog shrugged its shoulders.

"I'm trying to make you two stronger." it answered simply; the captured hedgehog looked away, silence pervading the part of the forest they were in. ...Stronger? He thought to himself; "Only through these hardships will you become strong." the mecha-hedgehog explained as it ordered the two Robians holding their captive to let go with a wave of its clawed hand and they obeyed, the young hedgehog to deep in thought to try running at the moment, "I'm simply trying to help you, Alias...young Miles, too." Alias looked up at the Robian.

"I...think I understand." he muttered, and the mecha-hedgehog grinned.

"Good. Now," it held out a syringe in its right hand, and the young hedgehog took it, "bring Miles to Robotropolis: that is where you both will become strong." With a nod, Alias left in search of his younger sibling.

The Great Forest
25 miles from the fight
2221 hrs, day 1, 3227

Alias' visage was what you could call "blank," but only because he was focused on what had happened just minutes ago. Yes, he had dealt with some of the Robians but had been overpowered in the end, and they didn't just kill him outright as he knew they wouldn't: he was one of Robotnik's specimens, after all, and a dead specimen is a useless one. However, he did not expect to see his father not only among them, but leading the Robians.

And just like he had admitted in the end, he did understand. The more he went over his father's words, the more sense they made to him; And he said that he wanted to help Miles too, he thought to himself, so I guess I can trust dad. He pushed aside some of the brush in his way, finding said younger brother looking at him in fear for a split second before giving him a grin.

"Hey Big Bro: what took ya so long?" he asked innocently, and Alias looked away briefly. Should he say anything about his confrontation with their father? "Big Bro?" Miles asked again, and the older hedgehog blinked before giving his usual cheesy grin.

"Eh, nothin' too big," he replied while brushing his gloves off in mock boredom, "just a lot of robots." His younger sibling perked up, and Alias knew he had the kid hooked with his over-exaggeration.

"How many of 'em?" the younger hedgehog asked, and the older brother looked upward in thought while counting with his fingertips.

"Oh, I don't know...probably twenty of 'em at least." Miles grinned in that innocent way of his, showing a gap where a tooth had once been.

"Twenty?!" he said, shocked and in disbelief, "No way!" Alias grinned.

"Way." He ruffled the top of his little brother's head, earning a grumble out of embarrassment; "C'mon," he said while pointing not north, but south, "I think Knothole is this way..." the two brothers began walking in that direction, the younger unaware of what was actually in store for him.

The Great Forest
1 mile from Robotropolis' outskirts
1531 hrs, day 2, 3227

"Are you sure we're going the right way, Big Bro?" Miles asked for the third time since they had continued their trek and after taking a break a bit before midnight (which was probably why the younger sibling had grumbled such three times already). Alias looked over at the younger hedgehog and shook his head with a grin.

"Positive." he reassured the younger sibling, who shrugged his shoulders but didn't look satisfied with the answer. Out of the kid's view (namely, in Alias' left hand), the blue hedgehog fiddled around with a lone syringe filled with a bright yellow serum: a tranquilizer. He wished he didn't have to use it, but he knew that Miles would rather die than go back to Robotropolis, so there was no choice. Said younger brother looked around at his surroundings yet again, and his brow furrowed.

"Didn't we use that clearing back when we first escaped?" he wondered out loud while pointing to his right, and Alias made sure to wince with his left eye and not the right: should've picked a better route...

"...Huh: doesn't look familiar to me..." he lied as his brother looked closer at the clearing.

"No, we were here, see? There's the fire pit we dug." he pointed at the mound of dirt that had been the fire pit; "Why are we backtr—" he didn't get to finish his question as Alias stuck the needle into Miles' neck and pressed the plunger, the tranquilizer taking effect quickly as the younger hedgehog started to fall like a rag doll. The blue hedgehog caught him before he hit the ground.

"Sorry 'bout that, Little Bro;" he apologized to the unconscious hedgehog, "it'll hurt a bit, but you'll be stronger because of it." he smiled at his brother, picking him up and carrying him the rest of the way to Robotropolis.

Meanwhile, a certain Robian hedgehog watched the older brother carrying his sibling, and grinned maliciously.

Robotropolis Roboticization Factory
Third Block, Holding Cells
0945 hrs, day 3, 3227

Miles felt groggy again as he woke up, uncertain as to where he was for the third time in his life. He looked around and noticed the steel bars and metal walls that caged him in like an animal; I'm...back in Robotropolis? He asked himself, But how? He couldn't remember for the life of him...

"Monsieur, psst! Over here!"

The red furred hedgehog looked into the cell opposite of him, spotting a young coyote with battered boots and a tattered blue jacket, which looked like a soldier's uniform. He moved closer to the bars; "Did you get caught by Robotnik's robots too?" he asked, and even though the answer was obvious, the coyote nodded his head.

"Oui, Monsieur, oui! What eez yeur name?" the coyote asked in return, and – after running the sentence over in his head a few times to figure out that "eez" was "is," and "yeur" was "your" – the hedgehog would've shook his hand if it wasn't for the ten plus feet separating them: That's what adults do to greet each other, right? He couldn't help but think.

"Miles." he answered, "How about you: what's your name?" the coyote backed up a little bit, and bowed.

"Antoine D'Coolette, guarde to her Royal Highness." Antoine answered, and Miles nodded before looking around again.

"Have you seen a blue hedgehog in any of these cells?" he asked the uniformed coyote, "Long spines, smiles a lot...?" his new friend shook his head silently.

"No, Monsieur..." he replied while hanging his head low, and Miles shrugged his shoulders.

"It's alright: I'm pretty sure he'll break us out of here...I hope..." he trailed off, and the metal doors leading outside the holding cell block opened as a Robian – a wolf by the look of it – walked inside, setting food trays down within the two kids' reach. The red hedgehog looked at the slop that was splattered onto the tray haphazardly, and he felt his stomach lurch in foreboding: this didn't look like food at all...or even remotely appetizing. Antoine seemed to think so too, making a disgusted sound at the sight of the slop. With a sigh, Miles curled up on the cold bench inside his cell, and tried to sleep with hunger gnawing at his gut.

It was hours later – though it seemed like only minutes – when...

"Sucre bleu! Unhand me, yeu monster!"

The hedgehog jolted out of his light sleep to find that Antoine's cell was wide open, but he was being carried out by the arms, said arms being held in the death grip of two SWATbots. The coyote was kicking at the air, and sadly failed to free himself from his oppressors' grips. Miles rushed up to the steel bars of his own cell, futilely reaching out with one hand through the bars as Antoine went past the doorway.

The slam of the metal door was the sledgehammer that shattered most of the young hedgehog's hope.

Again he curled up into a tight ball, but this time foregoing the bench.

A/N - Yeah, I know...I just rid the world of Ant...(don't kill me!) Anyways, tell me what ya'll think!