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Quantum27: Thank you! I do agree that Sonic would do that, and I loved that scene in Sonic Colors. As for Sonic Boom… I mostly liked it, but yes, they completely destroyed Knuckles and it was pretty bad at random points (I mean, what was with Shadow randomly showing up in Rise of Lyric?) I love non-obsessive Amy! And I love long reviews!

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Guest: You are not annoying me, don't worry. And I will not leave you hanging, promise.

QUESTION TO ALL READERS: Do you like knowing whose POV the chapter starts with or would you rather figure it out yourself? I personally think it helps show character development (e.g.- notice when Miles POV changed to Tails POV, and now it's back to Miles POV.), but I know some people don't like it. What do y'all think?

Okay, I'm so sorry I had to end it there, but all of this junk came up and I'm NOT going into it. So to make it up, I made an extra long chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

And…Action!

Miles POV:

I hurt all over.

My head felt like it was being whacked with a hammer every ten seconds, my whole body felt like jello and it hurt to breath, as if my chest had been crushed ever so slightly. My two tails… appendages hurt like crazy and I was covered in small cuts, scrapes, and bruises.

But all of those injuries compared nothing to my heart, which felt as though it had been shattered into a million pieces, never to be put back together.

Just when I thought everything was going to get better, when I believed I actually had a friend who cared about me like family, he drops me off in a village I've never even heard of before.

In truth, I ran after yelling to hide the tears that were threatening to break loose. When I thought I was far enough away from that hedgehog, I curled up in a ball and cried until my head couldn't take it anymore. Pretty sure I passed out after that...and I'm not sure how long I laid there. A few times I woke up, but I refused to open my eyes or move. I just wanted to die, right there on the ground. I didn't care if it was hunger, cold, or if some wild animal came. Never in my whole life did I want it to end so badly.

Sure there was that time, right before Sonic found me, but that was nothing compared to this. I had been lifted up to my highest point, and then that...jerk, threw me into the ground ten times harder.

I'm absolutely positive I would have died in that forest, and no one would have cared.

Something woke me from my painful sleep. A sound that didn't fit the forest noises that I had grown accustomed too and ignored thoroughly. It was soft...and sounded really far away.

I vaguely felt something tap me, but was too weak to move at this point. The noise returned, but I had no idea what it was. I just wished it would leave me alone.

Another sound entered my ears, but this one sounded a little softer, almost like a bell. It jingled around, until yet another noise stopped it, this one a little louder, but smooth.

I felt something pick me up, then fell back into unconsciousness.

The noises returned. I moaned slightly wishing them to stop, wanting to just sleep into non-existence. Something gently stroked through my hair, and the smooth sound started again. I think that's when I realized it was a voice… I blacked out again.

When the voices returned again, I wanted them to quit talking. Couldn't they just let me die in peace? I made out a few words, but most of it was just vague sounds. Mostly I just heard, 'dear,' or 'hush.' I managed to roll over and press my ears back against my head, trying to block out the sound.

"Mommy...is he awake yet?" The first voice I'd heard had returned. Soft, but very young.

"I am now," I thought annoyed. When I tried to speak up, I couldn't move. My eyes seemed too heavy to open. I gave up the attempt and decided to just listen.

"Not yet dear…" said the smoother voice.

The jingling sound returned again. At first I thought my ears were still not not working properly, but then realized it was actually a word over and over again.

"Chao, chao, chao, chao."

"Can we Mother? Please?"

"Alright Cream, just try not to wake the boy."

I felt myself being lifted up to a slanted sitting position and a hand gently open my mouth and force feed me something warm.

"Hi, I'm Cream. I a friend…"

My brain was struggling to understand what was going on. Eventually, I just decided to pass out again.

The next time I woke up, I had enough. I needed to know what was going on. At first, the light blinded me and I had to squeeze my eyes back shut. But slowly, yet surely, I opened them all the way. The view was nothing like I expected.

I was laying in a bed in a small bedroom. The bedroom itself was painted light pink, and was decorated with butterflies and flowers. A small dresser, that was painted white with flowers, was under a small window. Sunlight streamed through the window lighting up the room. A few dolls were on the ground, but for the most part it was spotless. No one else was in the room.

Very slowly and very painfully I sat up in the bed, positioning the pillow to try and make it more comfortable. After catching my breath, I tried to recall what had happened.

Then it all came crashing back down on me. Sonic...The blue hedgehog had sent me away. I buried my head in my knees, wishing I had died. I felt the tears threatening to return, but managed to hold them in. It's a good thing too, because I heard the door open, and looked up to see a small rabbit come in.

She stared at me in shock. The little girl was wearing a little orange dress with a white collar with something that looked like a blue bandana around her neck. She had on white gloves and orange and yellow shoes. Around her neck was a little gold locket. She appeared to be about 4 years old.

Behind her, a little blue and yellow thing with a red bow tie flew in. And I mean, it literally flew into the room, on these little pink wings. As soon as the strange thing saw me, it started making that strange, 'choa' noise very loudly.

I turned my attention back to the rabbit. She turned around and called out, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! He awake! He awake!"

Then another rabbit came running into the room. This one appeared to be in her twenties and was wearing a rather old fashion dress. Light purple with a red top and a white collar, also with an orange tie thing. "Thank you Cream. How about you go get our guest some water, okay?"

Cream...apparently...ran out of the room with the blue thing close behind.

The remaining rabbit smiled warmly at me and sat down at the foot of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"...Alright," I managed to croak. My voice sounded raspy and was barely above a whisper.

She smiled, "Don't say anything until my daughter brings you some water. My name is Vanilla...and you already met Cream."

Cream arrived at that moment and smiled at me, giving a little curtsy. "Hi." She handed the water to her Mother, who put it in my hands. The strange blue thing hovered next to her.

After attempting to drink out of it three times, and failing miserably each time by spilling water everywhere, Vanilla helped me drink out of the cup.

I drained it in a matter of seconds. Up 'til then, I didn't realized how thirsty I was. "Thank...thanks." My voice sounded a little better, but it was still a little shaky.

Vanilla smiled, "What's your name dear?"

"Ta- … Miles. I'm Miles Prower." I looked down at the empty cup in my hands, wishing to vanish into thin air.

"Nice to meet you Miles."

The blue dot flew over to me and took the cup away. I stared at it then asked rather timidly, "What is that?"

Cream smiled. "That's Cheese, my Chao."

As Cheese did a little bow to me, I vaguely recalled reading about Chao's… But I couldn't remember exactly what they were.

"Now you two go on. You can visit Miles later, but he needs to rest." Vanilla shooed the two out of the room. She helped me lay back down and pulled up the blanket on the bed. "And you need to rest. You are very tired…"

Come to think of it, I really did feel exhausted. I rolled on my side and closed my eyes. "Thanks Mrs. Vanilla…"

"You're very welcome Miles. Now sleep."

I obeyed.

I grew stronger every day, but it still hurt on the inside. I didn't tell that to anyone though, not even little Cream. Sometimes I would sleep all day, but on occasion Vanilla would help me up and walk me around the house, making sure I didn't feel trapped.

One thing I will not complain about was the food. These two rabbits were the best cooks I had ever met, and the kindest. But even with all of the generosity, I promised myself that I wouldn't stay here longer than necessary. I didn't want another heartbreak.

I'm grateful I stayed that long...because I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't.

Song: Toy Guns

Artist: Carrie Underwood

"I DON'T CARE!"

I bolted up in bed in shock, trying to figure out who was yelling. My brain immediately switched to fight or flight mode, and I tried to force myself to calm down.

"James, you'll wake the boy. Shhh…"

"I SAID I DON'T CARE!"

Cream ran into the room with Cheese close behind. She shut the door and pressed against it, gripping the little locket around her neck.

The little chao gripped the little girl tightly.

"James! Honestly! He's just a boy!"

"I don't want a two-tailed freak fox in my house! Get him out!"

Based on Cream's reaction and Vanilla's yelling, I determined that the husband of the house had come home...then again, I couldn't recall meeting him, but pictures in the home told me he existed. I felt my insides start to boil in anger. I was getting tired of people calling me a freak and I was done. But I was getting more angry about the yelling. I had been yelling with the horrible hedgehog, I had yelled with my father, I didn't need more fighting in my life. But with Cream in the room, I decided to push down the frustration and try and keep her calm.

"He's been here for almost two weeks! You just can't throw him out! And he is not a freak!"

A heard a smack, and Vanilla cried out in pain slightly.

Very painfully, I got out of bed and stumbled over to Cream. The little rabbit pressed her hands over her ears, trying to shut out the fighting, silent tears streaming down her face. Gently, I took her and held her tight. "Don't cry Cream...It's okay."

"GET HIM OUT! I NEVER SAID YOU COULD LET HIM IN!"

"You haven't been here for a month! I didn't know when you would be back!"

Cream buried her face in one of my tails. "Stop...please stop…"

I led her over to the bed, trying not to show my growing anger.

"That doesn't mean anything!" Another smack was heard and Vanilla gave another cry of pain.

Cheese and Cream huddled even closer together. I pushed her gently onto the bed and pulled the covers up over her head. "Don't worry Cream… Don't cry…"

"GET. *smack* HIM. *smack* OUT. *smack*."

As Cream continued to cry, my mind flashed back to the day my Father shoved me out of the house...three years old with no place to go.

"James! Please stop!"

*SMACK*

My anger snapped. "Cream...stay here. And do me a small favor…"

The rabbit poked her head out of the covers.

"Cover your ears tight."

I walked over to the door and poked my head out, pushing off the pain and exhaustion.

Vanilla was huddled in a corner, her arms up over her head in a helpless gesture of self-protection. A larger rabbit, who had a little darker fur than Vanilla and clothes looked very pretentious...whatever that meant. His face was a mask of fury.

Vanilla looked up, tears in her eyes, "Please James, he's just a boy…"

The rabbit smacked her again. "I don't care if he's the President! Get Him OUT!" Another smack and Vanilla was on the floor.

I ran over and put myself between the lady and the man, my arms spread out in a protective manner. "Leave her alone! If you wanted me to leave, then you should have let me know! Not hit your wife!"

James, apparently, scowled. "It's my business what I do in my house! And you don't belong here! Now get out!" He made to grab me, but I jumped out of his grasps.

"What are you going to do to her when I leave?"

"None of you concern Freak!" The man picked up a small glass figurine and threw it at me. I ducked behind a couch as it shattered against the wall.

Vanilla cried out in terror as I ran into the next room, her husband close behind. I climbed up on a couch and faced the man, scowling. "My Father used to beat my sister… Then when she died, he beat me, then threw me out."

James lunged towards me, but I whisked my tails and flew over him. I hit the ground in a somersault and rolled to a standing position. Behind me, the rabbit shook himself and got up.

"Well I would have done the same thing you little freak! What kind of fox can fly?!"

"What kind of Father scares and beats his own family?" I ran into the kitchen. James followed close behind.

Once in the room, I climbed up on the counters and then the fridge. 'Why is their ceiling so high in here?' I stood up and glared at the man. "Well?"

James opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a bunch of metal forks. "How's this for my answer?" He began to throw the forks at me. I yelped and dove off the fridge, ducking behind a counter just as three forks wisped past me.

I pressed myself against the wood, as the sound of James rummaging through the drawers filled my ears. 'If I was an insane Father and I wanted to hurt a kid and I'm in a kitchen what would I be looking for? Oh Chaos…'

Slowly, I poked my head around just to see James smirk and pull out one of the sharp knives. I hid back behind the counter. 'Well, I'm dead…'

Back in the house, I heard Vanilla yelling at her husband not to hurt me. Yeah, like that was going to help. I heard the man's footsteps approach.

'I got one shot...I hope this works.'

Just before James rounded the corner, I dove out from behind, knocking his legs out from under him. The knife clattered out of his hands, but not before cutting my arm pretty deep. 'Why do I always get hurt?'

While James was trying to get back up, I picked up the knife and threw it in the garbage can then dashed out of the room back to where I had left Vanilla.

The nice rabbit was standing in front of Cream's bedroom protectively. As soon as she saw me, she motioned for me to go back in the room. I gave a sad smile and shook my head.

"Sorry Mrs. Vanilla, but I'm not leaving you here alone with him," I jerked my thumb towards the kitchen.

She didn't get time to argue. James burst into the room, his face showing his fury. He glared at me.

"I'm...going...to...kill...you…" He growled softly.

Without waiting for another word, I knelt down on the ground and picked up another glass figurine that had fallen during the previous ruckus. I threw it at the man.

I guess James was used to doing the throwing...not being thrown at. The figurine hit him square in the forehead, shattering on impact. The rabbit fell to the ground unconscious without so much as a whimper.

No one moved for a minute. To be honest, I didn't actually think it would hit him...but man, that had had to have hurt! And let's be honest, he really did deserve it.

Vanilla walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "I-I never w-would have s-seen you capable o-of d-doing that…"

I looked up at her, "Neither did I." And that's when I passed out again.

I came to the next day in the late afternoon, back in Cream's bedroom. Cream was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at her locket, which was open.

"Hey Cream…"

The little girl yelped and fell of the bed in surprise. She stood up quickly and brushed herself of. "Sorry Mr. Miles...I did not know you are awake."

Vanilla poked her head in and smiled when she saw me. "Miles, I'm so glad you're up. Are you hungry?"

"Yes Ma'am." Nervously I played with my tails, "You aren't...mad? Are you?"

"Now dear Miles, why would I be mad at you? I've been wanting to knock my husband out for a long time...but I'm not that kind of person." She walked over and placed a grilled cheese sandwich and carrot sticks in front of me.

After a few bites, I looked back at the rabbit. "What's going to happen to him?"

"Oh, he left the hospital this morning. I got a message from him saying to leave his stuff out on the front porch. He just was here, picking up his junk." Vanilla said it in such a casual way, that I was almost convinced she was fine about the whole thing. But one look in her eyes told me otherwise.

"I'm very sorry for ruining your marriage…"

Vanilla took my hands. "Miles, it was already ruined. We've been fighting for sometime… It was only the matter of who broke first." Her eyes went misty. "I'll leave you two here to eat lunch, then perhaps Cream can take you out to the garden. I'm sure that will make you feel remarkably better, okay?"

Cream promised her mother that she would take me, then Vanilla left.

The two of us sat in the room in silence. Cheese fluttered around, but seemed to sense that we were sad and stayed quiet. Finally, Cream held up a small cupcake. "Hungry?"

I took it out of her hands, "What flavor?"

"Vanilla with Cream Cheese frosting."

I smiled at the irony of that. I took a small lick, "It's delicious Cream, thank you!"

The bunny smiled. "I glad you like it." She hopped up, "Ready to play?"

I nodded and followed her out to the backyard.

The garden itself was pretty small, but very peaceful. Cream liked to dance like a little ballerina in the small flower section. I just sat and watched her, smiling when ever she looked at me.

The pain of the hedgehog leaving was healing ever so slightly, but I knew it would never be whole again. I pushed that thought out of my head, and attempted to have fun with my new friend. I kept a smile on for her, but on the inside I felt as if I was already dead.

Sonic's POV:

"Get back here Robotnik!" I zipped after the so called Doctor.

He wasn't interested in getting caught today, "Robots! Get him!"

I ducked a missle and ran up a tree to get a better look at the approaching forces. There was only about ten. "What happened to your 'so-called arm'?"

"What happened is you blew them all up! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to deal with my bot's while I deal with my own business!" Robotnik flew out of sight in his ridiculous orb.

I rolled my eyes and smirk, spin-dashing into the bot's without really thinking about it. It gave me time to reflect the past two weeks.

After waking up on that hill above Johnsontown again, I tried to ignore the heartache and left the area. Two day's later I ended up at a small village that Robotnik was already attack. He could work fast when he wanted to. It had been almost two weeks since I got a proper rest, and my stomach was starving. I had forgotten to eat lunch today because of the stinking robot's that flew in a different village where I had been resting. All of the attacks had been with the small robots that didn't do a lot of damage, but they were rather annoying…

So you can imagine my surprise as I was running through the past when a giant robot appeared out of the forest.

"Chaos!" I yelped as I barely dodged the punch. I took in the new robot...and to be honest this one was worse than the last.

It looked like it had been finished in a rush (which it probably had). Some of the armor hadn't been screwed on all the way and the hinges were twisted and squeaked loudly.

I stood up and crossed my arms, appearing to inspect it. "I give it a 2 out of 10 for poor quality and construction."

That seemed to make the robot mad. It charged at me like a bull...a very clumsy bull. I jumped up as the bot dove to the ground in a very awkward angle. With a simple spin dash through the chest, the robot's glowing eyes died.

Landing on the robot's fist, that was pointed to the sky, I shook my head. "He really doesn't make you guys like he used to… Well it's been fun, but I got to-WHOA!"

That last part was because apparently, the robot's fist was one of those lame rocket punches that can only be used once...and the sparking wires must have allowed it to go off. I almost fell off the dumb thing, but instinctively grabbed onto the hand. Next thing I knew i was cruising through the sky...and didn't know when I'd stop.

Not sure how long I flew, it could have been a few minutes, or just a few seconds, but the last thing I saw was solid ground before I blacked out.

Did any of you notice that if you add an 's' to the word Chao, it says Chaos? That's just weird… Although it makes sense now that I think about it. I hope you liked my theory about Cream's Dad. I knew that he either died or left them, and since I wanted a dramatic scene showing another side of Miles personality, I went with left them...really depressing I know, but if you haven't noticed: This isn't a happy story so far. Wow, I depressed myself out… Comments always welcome!