Yay He isn't dead! Aren't you proud of me for not killing a kid?

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Yours Truly- SilverSilence


Tails

Tails Murphy groaned slightly. He was still in the Land Cruiser; he left cheek pressed against the driving wheel. He slowly drifted into a dazed consciousness. He wished he could just sleep. Shifting positions, he winced as he felt pain in his cheek bone. His whole body was hurting. His arms, his legs and mostly his head-it was pounding, the pain, right behind his eyes, was nearly unbearable. All this pain, wanted him to just go back to sleep.

He pushed himself up on one elbow, opened his eyes, he gagged, and heaved. Vomit spilled out all over his shirt. He groaned, his mouth tasted like the disgusting bile, he whipped his mouth with his arm. His head was still throbbing, he felt dizzy and seasick, and the whole world seemed it was moving. It was rocking back and forth, like a boat.

He pushed himself away from the puddle of vomit and rolled onto his back. His breath was short and sharp. Opening his eyes he tried to get his bearings. He was lying against the driver door of the car. The vehicle was on its side, and he stared up past the passenger seat, out the broken window and beyond. The rain had lightened up into a drizzle, some drops fell on his face from the window above.

He stared at the broken front windshield, confused, he couldn't figure out why the window was broken. He could only remember a few things. The car had been stuck on the road, and he had been talking to Dr. Grant before the tyrannosaur came. That was the last thing he remembered.

He felt sick again. Why is the car moving? He thought. The whole car was moving. Taking a deep breath he slowly stood up, balancing on driver's door he peeked over the dashboard and out the windshield.

He could only see branches swinging back and forth in the wind. But there were gaps, beyond the foliage, the ground-

The ground was twenty feet below him.

"Crap."

What was he going to do? Tails pushed on the steering wheel, trying to get a better view. The wheel spun free of his grip, turning the tires outside. There was a loud crack and the car dropped a couple of feet.

"Crap, crap, crap," Tails said over and over.

There was another loud crack and the car jolted down a foot. He had to get out of here. He looked down at the door he was standing on, it was seriously dented, and most likely wouldn't budge, and he climbed around the car, sweating nervously as the car creaked. He reached for the rear left door and twisted the handle. It didn't budge.

He had to get of here!

Desperately pushing against the door and twisting the handle. Tails begged mentally for the door to open. He paused, and saw the solution to the problem. The door was locked. Pulled the knob and twisting the handle he shoved the door. It swung out and landed with thud against a branch. Tails gulped and began crawling across the door, reaching for the nearest branch.

The door gave way beneath him.

Tails screamed as he fell. Leaves and branches were smacking him in the face. He slammed to a stop and he let out a gasp. The wind knocked out of him. Tails lay over a large branch, his stomach screaming in pain.

He heard another crack. Tails looked up groggily to see the Land Cruiser, five feet above him. Another crack. The car shifted.

He groaned in pain and forced his body to move. He used to climb trees. He had been a good tree climber, but right now he hated every moment he spent in this piece of nature.

Crackkkk…

Yep, that car was most defiantly moving.

Tails scrambled downward, his hand slipping on the wet branches. He moved a couple more branches down. There was a loud snap and the car fell, stopping again with a bang. Right on the branch that Tails had been on two seconds earlier. Tails looked up, he was only inches from the grill, oil dripped out, onto his fur. He gagged in disgust and continued climbing. The branches groaned and bent under the weight of the Land Cruiser. Tails forced himself to climb faster.

The branches snapped and the car fell. Tails looked down; he was twelve feet from the ground. There was no way he would escape the car fast enough. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Tails just let go.

He fell the rest of the way.

He fell onto the soft ground and rolled. Quickly pushing himself against the trunk, he screamed as the car hit the ground. There was a wave of sparks, singeing his fur, and a sizzling noise. Then silence.

Tails, slowly stood and leaned against the crumpled Land Cruiser. He groaned and threw up again. Pushing away from the car he began walking through the trees. He had to find the others. But he didn't want to get lost. He knew he was somewhere in the park. Close to the main road most likely. If only he knew exactly where he was. It didn't help much that he couldn't see in the dark-

The goggles.

He went back and climbed through the shattered windshield. The goggles were sitting on the floor, the radio next to it, however the radio was silent and broken. So Tails left it.

How long had it been since the attack? Tails looked down at his watch, he frowned. The face was broken. Taking it off, he threw it on the ground and began walking.

Wearing the goggles he could see the battered fence to his left. Quickly walking over he stared in horror to see the other Land Cruiser on its side. He took a deep breath and ran up to it. Peering inside he let out a moan, no one, no Dr. Grant, nor Professor Malcolm.

Where were they?

Tails felt panic begin building up inside. Something pale on the road caught his eyes; he ran over to it and picked it up. Wiping the mud of it, Tails gasped. It was a baseball.

"Cream!"

Tails ran around, screaming as loud as he could. He didn't care if the animals heard him or not. He listened for an answer, but he got nothing.

"Cream!"

He remembered her falling out of the Land Cruiser. Did she get away? Or did she… He wouldn't think of it, it made him sick to his stomach to think of it.

"Cream!"

The night seemed to close around him. Panic built, and he hugged his arms, feeling sorry for himself. He heard whimpering. It was faint; and it was coming from farther up the road.


"How long has it been?" Amy asked, as Knuckles walked into the control room carrying a black metal case.

"About a half an hour." Omega said.

"Silver should have been back by now." Knuckles frowned.

Omega sighed, "I'm sure they'll arrive any minute now."

"While we wait," Knuckles said, he opened the case, revealing a 5 radios "I'm going to distribute these throughout the building." He handed one to Omega, "Take one, you need the charger too. These are our emergency radios, but naturally no one has charged them. Give it twenty minutes then call the cars."


Charmy flew down the hall, nervously buzzing. Grant had been right. Charmy went to the Fertilization room right after dinner and checked the data. The animals that were breeding had frog DNA in their DNA structures.

He had also noticed that someone had been in the freezer, but that wasn't important at the moment. The important fact was that he needed to tell Omega, or Knuckles right away about the DNA. None of the dinosaurs were breeding except for the ones with frog DNA in them. Charmy still wasn't sure what Frogs had to do with it. But Grant had been right; he couldn't deny it any more. The dinosaurs were breeding.

He hurried on to the control room.


"Augh, Great Chaos that hurt." Sonic said as he opened his eyes. He had regained consciousness a few minutes earlier, but had just lain were he was, trying to remember everything.

He remembered talking to Tails. Then the car disappeared, and the rex came for them. The Malcolm, oh good Lord Malcolm. What had happened to him?

Sonic slowly pushed himself up, and stood. He took a step forward and let out a sharp cry. Falling hard onto the pavement he grabbed his right ankle. It burned like acid. He could have twisted it. Running his hand over the sensitive spot he winced as pain shot up his leg, twisted it? Nope. Broke it? Most likely. This was going to slow him down a lot.

He looked around, he couldn't see anything in the dark, if only he had the night vision goggles then-

The goggles! Tails! Cream! Where were they, were they alive?

"Cream!"

Sonic looked around, listening, was that the boy?

"Cream!"

It was, Sonic let out a sigh of relief. He got up and began walking, painfully, and slowly towards the sound.


Tails found her, sitting in a drainage pipe that ran under the road. It was a meter wide, easy for her to fit in. She was holding her glove with an iron grip and rocking back and forth, shaking. It was dark in the pipe, but with the goggles Tails could see her clearly. He felt a huge wave of relief.

"Cream, it's me, Miles."

She didn't answer and remained where she was.

"Lex come on out,"

She shook her head, she was terrified.

"Cream if you come out, I'll let you wear the goggles. Oh, look!" Tails said, "I also found your ball."

"Who cares." She whimpered.

"It's gotta be uncomfortable in there, and cold."

"No."

"Why,"

"There are animals out there, the Tyrannosaurus rex."

"He's gone."

"Were did he go."

"I don't know Cream, but he's not here now."

Cream remained in the pipe and Tails sighed he sat down on the edge of the wet pipe to rest.

"Is Daddy out there?" Cream asked.

"No,"

"Mommy?"

"No Cream." Tails sighed. "They're far from here."

"Are there any adults out there?" Creamed asked.

"No, none yet Cream," Tails said, "But I'm sure they'll find us soon."

Tails heard shifting and glanced back to see Cream crawl up. She was shivering, and had dried blood on her forehead, but otherwise seemed okay. She pressed against him and looked around in surprise. "Where's Dr. Grant?"

"Cream, I don't know."

"Well he was here."

"He was? When? Where did he go?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Cream said, she started to shout, "Hello! Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant!"

"Cream…."Tails began, he felt uneasy. Her shouting might bring back the rex. But almost immediately a shout replied. Tails looked towards the source of the sound. Close to the Land Cruiser that Tails had looked at a few minutes before hand. Dr. Grant was walking towards them, he had a big tear in his shirt, right where the shoulder was and he was limping, but he seemed otherwise alright.

"Thank God," he said, "I've been looking for the two of you."


Jet froze slightly as he heard shouting.

"Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant!"

He wiped mud out of his face and looked around. That sounded like the little girl. Chaos she survived? When Jet had run away, he stumbled down a hill and had come to a stop by some boulders. He hid there until he was sure it was safe. He couldn't have helped those kids if the rex attacked, but now it sounded as if one was okay.

He stepped out of the foliage. He looked up, he seemed to be at the bottom of a hill, the Land Cruisers must be at the top. By now the shouting had stopped. Why? Was the rex still there? He gulped, the forest was quiet, and it was spooky.

He turned away from the hill and began walking.


"I can't believe he left you two," Sonic mumbled, as he ran his hands quickly over the girl, squeezing her arms and legs briefly. It was amazing; she didn't seem hurt other than the cut on her forehead. "I told you I was fine." Cream said.

"I just had to check."

Tails wasn't as lucky as his sister however. His nose was swollen, probably broken. His right shoulder was bruised and broken. But other than that, it seemed both kids could walk. That was the important thing.

Sonic himself wasn't so bad. He had a claw abrasion on his chest where the tyrannosaur had kicked him, it hurt with every breath, but it didn't stop him from walking. It was his ankle that was the problem, but he was going to walk, broken or no.

He had walked around, a little lost after Tails had stopped calling. He had no luck finding Malcolm, and he wasn't eager to find Jet. Then Cream called out. It was a miracle they were all alive.

"I'm hungry," Cream said.

"I am too Cream," Sonic said, "We need to get back to civilization and warn the others about the boat. We're the only ones who know."

"Then we should walk down the road in the direction towards the hotel," Tails said, "We'll meet the others if they come for us."

Sonic had thought about that. But he remembered the dark shape that had crossed the road right before the attack. The only answer was that it had to have been the little tyrannosaur.

"I don't think we should Tails" Sonic said, "If either one of the tyrannosaurs is down the road, we'll be trapped by the fences on either side of us. We couldn't out run them, even the small one."

"Then we wait?"

"Yes," Sonic said, "Let's just wait here until someone comes for us."

"But I'm hungry, and cold," Cream said.

"I am too Cream," Sonic sighed, "And I hope it won't be long."

"I don't wanna stay here."

Sonic went to answer but stopped. There was coughing, down the road.

"Stay here," Sonic said sternly, he ran painfully ahead, to look down the hill.

"Stay here," Tails said, and he ran after him.

"Hey guys," Cream said running after them both, "Don't leave me here alone! Hey guys-"

Sonic clamped a hand over mouth, she struggled against him, but Sonic shook his head, and pointed down the hill, instructing for her to look.

At the bottom of the hill, Sonic could see Jet Regis, the hawk was tense, unmoving. The forest had become deathly silent. There was only a faint rustle of leaves, and a swish of the wind.

Cream started to speak, but Sonic pulled her over to a tree trunk ducking down among the heavy roots at the base. Tails climbed in after. Sonic leaned cover them in a protective crouch, keeping his hand over Cream's mouth he lifted a finger to his lips, ordering them to be quiet, and then, silently, slowly, peered around the tree.

The road was dark, Jet Regis was gone. It took Sonic a minute to locate him; the hawk was pressed against a trunk of a big tree. Jet was not moving at all.

The forest was still silent.

Sonic bit his lip; something was wrong, very, very wrong.

Cream tugged on his shirt, impatient. The tugging made the fabric rub against his sore chest, and he winced. The girl wanted to know what was happening. Sonic glanced at her, giving her a look. Suddenly, from somewhere very near, they heard a soft snorting sound. It wasn't much louder than the wind. But Cream heard it as well, because she stopped struggling and pressed against Sonic.

The sound moved towards them again, soft as a sigh.

Sonic looked at Regis, and the moving shadows in the moonlight. And then Sonic noticed, there was another-unmoving-shadow, with the outline of a curved neck and a large head.

Tails leaned forward cautiously, to see what was happening. Cream peeked up as well.

CRACK! Sonic and the kids jumped slightly. Onto the road, stepped a tyrannosaur. It was the juvenile, about eight feet high, it moved with the clumsiness of a young animal. It walked down road, sniffing the air with every step. It walked right by Jet Regis's hiding spot; it didn't seem to know he was there. Sonic watched as Regis relaxed and leaned past the tree to watch the juvenile continue on.

The tyrannosaur was now far down the road, out of sight. But the forest was still silent. Jet was a little more relaxed, releasing his grip from the tree. He remained in his hiding spot for another minute. Cream tugged on Sonic's arm, wanting him to pull his hand away. Sonic pulled his hand away from her mouth, but motioned for the kids to stay put, and to stay quiet. The life to the forest slowly returned. There was a croak of a frog, then a whole chorus of them. But Sonic and the kids remained where they were. Jet pulled away from the tree, shaking, he walked to the middle of the road, and looked the direction the tyrannosaur had gone.

The attack came from the left.

The juvenile roared-not as fearsomely as the adult but scary enough- it swung its head forward. Regis was knocked flat on the ground. He yelled and scrambled up, but the juvenile pounced. Regis began shouting at it waving his hands, as if he was trying to scare it away. The young dinosaur seemed confused that its prey was making such funny sounds. It leaned down a sniffed.

Regis pounded on its nose with his fists. "Get away! Get lost! Go on, beat it!" Jet was now shouting at the top of his lungs, and the dinosaur backed away, allowing Jet to get up. "Yeah, that's right, get lost! Get away!" as Regis began walking away. He only made it a few paces before the juvenile pounced on him again.

Sonic felt his body go cold.

It's playing with him.

Jet cursed as he fell, but the juvenile did not peruse him as he stood back up and continued backing away. "You stupid-Back! Back! You heard me! Get back!" Regis was starting to sound like a pissed of lion tamer.

The juvenile roared but showed no sign of attacking. Regis now was close to thick foliage and trees, in a few more steps he would be in hiding. "Back! Get Back!" then at the last second, the juvenile pounced; it knocked Regis flat onto his back. "Cut that out!" Regis yelled, the juvenile did not back away, but instead ducked its head. Jet Regis began screaming, not words, just a high pitched scream.

The scream cut off abruptly, and the juvenile lifted its head, Sonic saw ragged flesh hanging from its mouth.

"Oh, no," Cream whimpered. Next to her, Tails looked away, he was suddenly feeling nauseous, the night vision goggles slipped of his forehead and landed on the ground with a thud.

The juvenile's head shot up, and it looked towards the top of the hill.

Tails snatched up the goggles and Sonic grabbed both of the children's hands and began to run. He ignored the crunching of bones, he ignored the pain his ankle, he just ran.


Ah Jet...

You probably thought I forgot about thay bastard didn't you. Well I didn't. He came back alright.

And he didn't stay long either.

Way to go little rex!

Sorry for all you Jet lovers out there. I know you are probably saying he would never abandon the kids and he didn't have to die...Sorry but the i assigned him for that role, and i assigned the person to die. Hey at least he died quick right? Better than Ivo, that guy got spit on. And had his insides spilled out. Yuck! That's a rather nasty way to go if you ask me. At least the little rex ended it quickly. So there, I was a little nice. I don't blame him for running away. But think if he had stayed in the car he would have survived...Maybe...He didn't want to take that chance I guess...To bad, he might have made it.

Sorry again for all you fans of Jet out there.

Anywho, thanks for reading. See you soon. Please review, and there will defiently be more chapters.