I've been sick with the laziness bug. I planned to write this chapter yesterday, but when it was time for me to get around to it, I didn't want to. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. I owe an update, especially since on Tuesday, I wont be able to update for a week. So before I do go, here's the tenth chapter for you.

Over in Mobius Low Town, inside the abandoned building, Tails woke up with the side of his head aching from lying down on the hard floor all night. He yawned, sat up wearily and rubbed the side of his head. He looked around the bare room, wondering where he was. Then he remembered what had happened to Sonic the night before and why he was here. He sighed miserably. "Why couldn't it have all been just a bad dream?"

He rubbed the side of his head again and looked down at the flower, which was standing up in its pot. "It's alright for you," he chuckled. "You can sleep standing up."

He picked up the pot, walked over to the window which he had flown through to get inside and looked down at the street below. The rain was giving it an ugly look. The colour seemed to be draining out of everything. But most importantly for Tails, there was no one walking on the ground covered in puddles below. So Tails, still holding onto the pot, twisted his tails around each other, spun them quickly, and, ignoring the heavy rain which soaked his fur, flew out of the window and down to the ground below.

Once he feet touched the pavement, he looked around, wondering where to go. Since he didn't know his way around, he decided it didn't matter which way he went. So he set off in the left direction. As he walked, he listened hard for police sirens, in case the police had decided to follow him. But all he could hear was the rain drops hitting the ground, the wind howling, and tyres of distant cars rolling through puddles.

Tails walked on, feeling cold from the weather, and looked at the houses he was walking past, which were very old and looked as if they could collapse any minute. But Tails realised they were still being occupied, for in some of the houses, behind the dirty curtains drawn across the windows, he could hear people shouting and swearing at each other. They seemed to be just as bad as the people of the town were said to be.

A long fence made of rotten wood came after the line of old houses. Tails came to it, walked alongside it - then stopped in his tracks.

Nailed to the fence, and very soggy from the heavy rain, was a wanted poster.

On top of it was the word "WANTED" in large bold, black capital letters. Then below it was the words, "FOR MURDER", also in bold, black capital letters, though much smaller. Then, underneath these words, to Tails' horror, was the picture seen on the news of him, leaning over the body of his best friend, with the knife in his blood-stained hand, its blade facing down above the hole in Sonic's chest. Tails slapped his forehead furiously. Why had he been so stupid to even touch that knife?

Below the pictures was the words "DEAD OR ALIVE", and then the rest of the poster was taken up by a description of Tails. Tails realised that the police must have come to the town the night before. If they had searched the buildinghe had spent the night him, they would have arrested him easily. Tails wiped his brow and sighed with relief. But he assumed that the police must still be searching the area. And now that they had put up a poster of him the night before, someone in the town would easily recognise him as the two-tailed killer and bring the police down onto him.

Looking around to make sure nobody was about, Tails put the plant pot down onto the ground, ripped the soggy wanted poster off the wooden fence, then furiously tore it up, letting the pieces blow away in the wind. Then he picked up the plant pot and began walking again, looking for a way to lay low.

He soon found a way as he spotted a charity shop on the other side of the road. He squinted and looked through the building's window. He could see a vole shopkeeper standing behind the counter at the far wall, writing on a notebook, which she then set down onto the counter. She turned around and walked through a doorway that was in the wall behind the counter.

Tails ran across the road and through the door to the shop. He looked around at all the clothes that were on sale. He had decided to steal some to disguise himself. He had to quickly pick some clothes that would would hide him well. He picked out a large, battered, green raincoat that was much too big for him off one of the clothes racks. Carrying the coat in his left arm and the plant pot in his right, Tails walked over to a small table which was in the middle of the room. Lots of clothes were resting on it, and amongst them, Tails spotted an old yellow scarf and a grey rain hat.

Tails was about to pick them up when he spotted the cash register on the counter at the back of the room. Though he didn't want to do it, he thought that he would need some money while he was on the run. So he placed the raincoat and plant pot on the table and walked over to the counter and stood behind it. Hating himself for what he was doing, Tails pressed a button on the cash register which opened it. There was only five twenty dollar bills inside. Tails guessed that the people who lived in this town were too inconsiderate to donate to charity.

He suddenly heard footsteps coming from somewhere behind the doorway. The shopkeeper was coming back. Tails snatched up the money and slammed the cash register shut. Then he ran over to the table, gathered up the raincoat, scarf hat and plant pot and raced out of the shop. He continued to run up the street and rounded a corner which led to an alleyway.

Tails stood gasping for breath for a moment, then put down the flower pot and everything he had stolen. He picked up the raincoat, put it on (making sure his tails were kept inside) and zipped it up. It went down to just past his knees, so it concealed most of his body, as he had hoped. He then picked up the scarf and wrapped it around his muzzle instead of his neck, so that the lower part of his head was hidden. After that, Tails picked up the rain hat and put it on his head, As it was very big, it not only covered most of his head, but also his ears. Tails thought whoever the hat had once belonged to must have had a very big head. But it helped, along with the rest of the clothes he was now wearing, to hide his looks, as they were doing now.

Only the money and plant pot were on the ground now. Tails picked up the pot with his left arm and picked up the money with his right hand and stuffed it into one of the raincoat's pockets. He felt very ashamed of himself for stealing money which was supposed to be for a good cause. The poor victims it was meant to help needed it more than he did. Although he wasn't really killer as everyone on Mobius thought he was, he was now a thief.

Now disguised well enough to hide his looks, Tails walked out of the alley and continued on his way, having no idea where he was going and what he was going to do.

So there you go. There's the tenth chapter. I'm surprised this part turned out to be the tenth. I don't have any idea how many chapters this story is gonna take. This story won't be really long, but it won't be really short either.

Well, that's the last update for now, since, as I said, I'm going to Spain for a week. Although there's an Internet cafe in the hotel, I won't be able to write another chapter while I'm there, although I will log in to reply to your reviews. Thanks for reviewing by the way. It means a lot that you take the time to read and give feedback on this story. :)

While I'm in Spain, I'll try to give some thought towards future chapters, and when I get back, I'll try and put more effort into writing this story.

So that's all for now. See you guys! :)