Epilogue

The trip back to Mobotropolis was a quiet one, nobody spoke a word. The only noise was the vehicles engines and Sonics pained groans from time to time. The first place they stopped was the hospital, Sonic was rushed into emergency as soon as they walked through the front doors. It was explained to them that they probably wouldn't be able to see Sonic until late afternoon the next day, it all depended on his health at the time. With nothing left that they could do, everyone parted ways. Most of them went home, a few stayed up to deal with other business.

Sally in particular had decided to walk back to the castle rather than drive. She enjoyed the moments of quietness she received on her walks, it gave her time to think. At this particular moment she was deep in thought over the events that passed moments ago. All the chaos, it had blown through like a hurricane. The one thing that really stuck in her mind was Connor and the sacrifice he made. The whole time, he had held so much hatred towards them and acted as if he didn't care what happened. Yet in the end he gave his life for those he apparently didn't care for. A small smile crossed her lips and single tear escaped from her eye.

"We retrieved one friend, but lost another," she thought to herself. "Wherever you are Connor, thank you for everything you've done," she said out loud this time.

Up ahead she noticed a familiar looking car, it was the same car that belonged to Fiona. Sitting on the hood of was none other than the red furred vixen herself, still wearing Connors jacket. She was staring at something in her hand while she smoked a cigarette of all things.

"Since when do you smoke?" Sally asked.

Fiona looked up, slightly startled by her sudden appearance.

"I found it in one of the pockets. It was his last smoke, I figured he wouldn't want it to go to waste," she replied.

Sally sat herself on the hood next to her, Fiona diverted her attention back to the object in her hand.

"What have you got there?" Sally asked her.

Fiona handed the object to her. It was a silver locket necklace.

"I found that in one of the pockets as well. There's no pictures in it though," Fiona explained.

"You should keep it," Sally said, handing it back after looking it over. "Perhaps we could dig up a photo somewhere to put inside."

A sad smile made its way onto Fiona's face. She pocketed the locket and flicked her cigarette away.

"You had feelings for him, didn't you?" Sally asked.

Fiona chucked lightly before replying. " Yeah, I guess I did. He was the first truly decent guy I met in long time, and now he's gone," she finished with a sigh.

"We're all going to miss him," Sally said, trying to comfort her. "If makes you feel any better, I'm sure he felt the same way as you did."

"And what makes you think that?"

"It was in his eyes. It was the way he looked at you. I've only ever seen him look at one other person that way, and that was Mina when he was still in love with her."

Fiona didn't reply, she just stared off straight ahead into the night. Sally could have sworn she heard a whispered thank you. Sally moved herself off the hood of the car and stood on the sidewalk, turning to face Fiona.

"I'll see you around I guess. If you ever want to talk about anything, don't be afraid to come and see me," she said.

Fiona gave her a small smile and a nod in response. Sally returned the gesture before walking off down the street. Fiona hopped back into her car and drove off down the street. She wasn't sure where she was going, all she knew was that she had to end up somewhere eventually.

(Somewhere outside Stormtrop Village)

It was early morning, the sun was just beginning to rise. It illuminated the beauty of the landscape as it rose higher into the sky. Li Moon was taking her usual morning walk. She wore a violet tunic like top with matching pants along with a pair of black boots, black bands adorned her arms. She enjoyed this time of the day, it allowed her to properly witness all the good that nature had to offer. She let out a relaxed sigh as the cool morning breeze lazily blew over her fur. Something in the field caught her eye, she couldn't quite make out what it was as she cautiously approached it. Once she was standing a meter away from it she realized it was a person. He was lying face down in the dirt, a pool of blood glistened around him. He had short blonde hair. The jeans and white shirt he wore were tattered and torn. She rolled him over onto his back to get a better view of him, she let out a yelp of shock at the sight before her. The best way to describe his condition was that his body had been mutilated.

He had a deep gash running down the right side of his body, a few ribs could be seen through the opening as well as his lung underneath the bones. His left cheek had been split open as if someone had given him a Glasgow smile. His right leg was in tatters. Shredded flesh barely clinging to the bone, the visible tendons were the only thing keeping the leg in place. His left arm was gone from the elbow down, a jagged edge of the humerus protruding from the stump.

Li Moon took a few paces backwards with her hand over her mouth, visibly shaken from the sight before her. She ended up bumping into something behind her. Turning around, she came face to face with a snow white fox. He wore a buttoned up sandy colored coat and glasses in his face. The fox looked at her then at the body on the ground.

"I-I-It's not what you think. I didn't-" she started. The fox cut her off with a raise of his hand.

"You have nothing to explain. I find it highly unlikely that you could do something like this," he chuckled.

He walked past Li Moon and knelt down next to the body. He pulled a rectangular shaped object out of his pocket and began slowly waving it above the body, the device made a small buzzing noise as he did so.

"What are you doing to his body?" Li Moon asked. The fox chuckled once again.

"I don't know if you could call him a body just yet," he said.

"What are you talking about? He's dead."

The two foxes stared at the body before them. Li Moon took a step back in surprise from what she saw next. The chest of the man on the ground rose as what sounded like gasp of air entered his throat.

The End?

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