Chapter 3
Stories in the present (and old friends)
"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." - Franklin D. Roosevelt
"What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight – it's the size of the fight in the dog." - Dwight D. Eisenhower
As the dark settled in, Tails and Sonic exchanged stories about their life. Sonic told about Amy and how she was madly in love with Sonic. Tails finally told Sonic his real name (as if that's his life) and about him being a social outcast
(The fact that no one is his friend, and not about his old friends. Emphasis on "old").
Sonic spoke, "So, Miles right? I think you've given me more time than I needed. But, thanks anyway. If you can understand, I really must be going."
Tails nodded somberly. It was the only friend he had had in a long time. "If… if you don't mind… I need to go take a walk. I'm sorry I just need to."
Sonic could tell something was bothering him, so all he did was nod and say, "I'll stay here then, till you get back O.K?"
Tails left Sonic feeling lower than the dirt at his feet. He began walking towards the main road to take his mind off things. He was walking to the town, when he began to think about what he was doing. He did not want to be found there. He promptly turned around and began walking towards the forest again. Then a voice stopped him dead cold.
"Hey! Tails! Where you been man?"
It was the monkey and his two other followers. Tails hesitated before looking back. He received a reward from the bear, of a fist to his jaw. He got spun around before falling to his knees. He quickly tried to stand up. But if you've ever gotten punched by a bear, you know that it is a hard task. He quickly got surrounded, and was jeered and chicken punched (quick jabs by all of them at different times. Very hard to defend one's self) at by his ex-friends. But, survival paid off. He had become stronger, and used that to his advantage. He stood, ignoring the insults and proceeded to beat the monkey with his fists. He took down the mouse with a quick right upper cut to the mouse's stomach. With a squeak, the mouse rolled over on the ground, panting for breath. The bear stumbled back with surprise at Tails swiftness; but was soon overcome by anger. No one would defeat his friends. The bear bellowed in rage, and as soon as Tails turned his head, he braced himself for what would be a really bad beating. He put up his fists and concentrated so hard, he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes again to a surprised grunt from the bear. He looked down unable to fathom what was happening. He was in the air. Floating like some ghost. For a second, he thought he died. When he looked down even further, he saw no dead body. The bear also proved he wasn't dead, by looking up at Tails. He stared wide eyed at Tails. Tails was confused, as this had never happened before (although there was the one time where a baseball game got too out of hand. The score was so close and it was one point away from victory for each team. Tails got so agitated, that it appeared that when he ran, he was off the ground. No one had an explanation for the moment, and as soon as he reached home, he stopped completely. No one knew what happened. So, they simply forgot and celebrated for the victory). He remembered the incident with the baseball game, but this wasn't really like that. He tried to look behind himself but lost concentration on what was happening. He settled to the ground, tired from whatever happened. As he calmed down he heard swishing, and suddenly became self-conscious of his tails slowing down from nothing. Tails wondered if that was why he had been in the air. He was about to start twirling his tails to see what would happen. He was so focused on what he was about to do, when the bear took hold of him. The bear had picked Tails up and was squeezing hard. Tails almost blacked out, but luckily survival helped with that too. It gave him the strength needed to stay conscious. The monkey stood up with blood on his face. Tails gave him a bloody nose.
"So, we finally caught you after all these long months. What has it been, like three?"
Tails replied with some difficulty, "Two actually."
The monkey nodded with remembrance. "Well, I suppose we just have to cut off all the loose ends don't we Tails?"
His words were like ice. It made Tails heart stop in fright (thankfully not literally).
"W-W-What do you mean 'cut off loose ends?'"
The monkey smiled so darkly, the air around him seemed to get colder with malice. "Oh Tails, if only you knew what was in store for you. You would be begging for mercy right now." The monkey spit on the ground, making a small pool of dark, crimson blood. "But I will have none of it."
Tails thought for a moment with some difficulty as the bear was still squeezing him hard. He said quietly, "does this mean you will... kill me?" The pure thought of death made Tails feel like the mouse. Small, hurt and as if the very soul had gone out of him. He stopped resisting against the bear, as he knew it all be over shortly.
The monkey spoke, "Oh don't you worry just yet, and I can't kill you with my bare hands, can I? No pun intended by the way." The monkey ordered the bear to take him to the cliff.
It dawned on Tails like a bullet by a sniper. They were going to drop him off the cliff. Just like so long ago, when he had thought about doing the very same thing. Hope meant nothing to Tails right now. As it does to so many other people when they realize, death is only a few steps away.
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