-------On my own-------

---7 Years Later:

It was that time, the time for me to move out of my parents house and into my own and into a new life. I was 13 at the time, and I had just gotten out of jail for breaking and enetering and attmpted murder. I was only trying to save Darian from his father. He beat him until he was non-recognisable from the bumps, bruises, scrapes, and sometimes, broken bones. He beat him almost daily. I was rescuing him because his dad had moved on from beating him with his fists and started using weapons. It had to be stopped. I planned my attack for a month. A month that Darian had to suffer from the beatings his dad dealt him regularly. I was ready for the attack. I had no weapons on me except unimaginable rage.
I broke down the front door, jumped on top of his dad, and starting mangling his flesh. I wanted to beat him until his face could pass for steak in a meat shop. I had almost killed him when his wife came out with some sort of diamond. I didn't know what it was at first, but then I remembered one of my lessons at school. It was a Chaos Emerald; a gem capable of destroying whole worlds if used by a strong enough creature. I had to get out of there fast, I wasn't about to take a chance of Darians mom being one of those strong creatures. I fled, ran out of the house faster than anyone had ever thought possible for a scrawny kid like me could. I had managed to get Darian out of the house. But I had a big problem, where would he live? And more improtantly, how was I going to make sure his injuries healed properly? I had only a little money, 1,000 Mobians. That would normally support one person for about a month, but how long would it last for two people, one with possible life threatening injuries? I had to get a job, and fast. But who would hire a 13 year old straight out of school and training, with no working experience, and a friend that needs serious medical attention, and most likely many surgeries? I pondered the thought of my place of work, then it hit me; I could work with my Uncle Merlin Prower at his weapons plant. He designed alot of the Freedom Fighter's weapons at the time. I knew I wasn't going to be payed alot, but it would at least give me experience.
The bad side to that job is I could only work in Freedom Fighter supported areas. I didn't want to start an all-out war between the haters and lovers of our protectors.

I got the job. It payed 25 Mobians an hour, which was awesome compared to the wages of almost all other working fresh graduates. It was quite fun being able to do what I had always had a knack for. I had gotten so good with new inventions that my Uncle promoted me to Vice President, which was right below him. I had an awesome time being with my Uncle doing what we love, and also making a name for myself. The only bad thing about this is that I sometimes forgot about Darian for a few days.he was doing better, he had gotten all his injuries taken care of and they healed perfectly. What I was worried about though, is that sometimes I would catch Darian eating about six meals a day. he had been a big eater when he was young, but the doctors said that that was because his body needed alot of energy to heal as best it could between beatings. I couldn't think of a possible reason, so I had him see a doctor. They ran some tests, checked his vitals signs, and did a few other medical procedures, and said there was nothing wrong with him that they could see. They thought that he might go through a growth spurt soon. They were right, he did grow, just not the way they thought. He developed a type of disease that makes you unbearably hungry. You have to eat all the time, or you'll go crazy. His food intake increased daily. Soon, I was spending over three hunred Mobians a week on food, instead of the usual fifty. It was tearing everyone that cared about him apart. There were times when the whole of my Uncles house was filled with worrying, crying, and hysterical people. But no matter how much anyone cried or became hysterical over his disease, it could never even compare to the pain that Darian was feeling inside. he didn't want to have to live like that, and he didn't want to die. He rarely ever came out of his room during the day, and at night he would eat all the food he could grab. We tried to limit his food intake, but it made him crazy. Whenever one of use tried to take food away from him, he'd attack with strength only a person with that much internal pain could possess. A couple of the people suffered from broken bones because of his hunger induced rage. The disease wasn't life threatening by itself, but if he ate too much, he would surely die. I loved him like a brother, but there was only so much I could do. It tore me apart seeing the poor kid eating all day, and then most of the time suffering from massive stomach aches, or vomiting for hours. He finally lost it a few days after his fourteenth birthday, and killed himself. I still to this day remember to this day his last words spoken in my presense, " Tails, you were the only one that's ever cared enough for me to risk his life to keep me safe and well. I love you buddy." Those words are forever etched in my brain. Those words were what started my spiral into anger, depression, and finally, outright evilness.

-------To be Continued-------