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Author's Notes: This fanfic has been floating around in my head for quite a while.
If you don't like character death, then it would be a good idea to turn back now. It's a tearjerker if you're really sensitive, so you have been warned.
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Darkest Reality
"Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, rememberance, and love have no end."
--President George W. Bush
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High above the surface of the war-torn Mobius existed a floating island. Not as damaged by the eleven-year-long war as the vast majority of the mainland, the island enjoyed a sheltered peace for the most part. A peace that was insured by a sixteen-year-old boy named Knuckles.
On this particular night, the young echidna was wandering around through the island's lush vegetation. It was slightly cold, showing the winter had arrived. He, however, did not even notice. He was deep in thought.
The Brotherhood had once again rejected the plea for help from the Knothole Freedom Fighters, despite their youngest member's protest. His violet eyes narrowed as he thought of his elders. They were so stubborn, so narrowminded, so much like what he used to be like.
That war was going to reach the island someday. They couldn't hide forever.
Knuckles was pulled out of his moping thoughts by a soft whimpering sound. He turned in its direction and started walking toward the disturbance, then stopped when he saw it's cause.
"Tails?" he whispered.
The little fox was curled up into a ball with his twin tails wrapped around him. He was rocking back and forth, sobbing.
The young guardian bit his lip and knelt down beside his friend, grabbing the fox's shoulders. "Tails, are you alright? What's wrong?" he asked. He looked down at the boy's gloves and gasped. They were completely soaked with blood.
Slowly, the boy looked up at him. His light blue eyes were bloodshot and there were tears still streaming down his face. He uttered one simple phrase that was so cracked and broken that the teenager could barely make it out, "He's dead."
"Who's dead, Tails? Who?!"
"Sonic . . . "
To be continued...
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Author's Notes: I'm mean, aren't I?
Is Sonic really dead? Who killed him? Was it Robotnik? Stay tuned for the next part.
As always, feedback is much appreciated.
Author's Notes: This fanfic has been floating around in my head for quite a while.
If you don't like character death, then it would be a good idea to turn back now. It's a tearjerker if you're really sensitive, so you have been warned.
* * * * * * * *
Darkest Reality
"Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, rememberance, and love have no end."
--President George W. Bush
* * * * * * * *
High above the surface of the war-torn Mobius existed a floating island. Not as damaged by the eleven-year-long war as the vast majority of the mainland, the island enjoyed a sheltered peace for the most part. A peace that was insured by a sixteen-year-old boy named Knuckles.
On this particular night, the young echidna was wandering around through the island's lush vegetation. It was slightly cold, showing the winter had arrived. He, however, did not even notice. He was deep in thought.
The Brotherhood had once again rejected the plea for help from the Knothole Freedom Fighters, despite their youngest member's protest. His violet eyes narrowed as he thought of his elders. They were so stubborn, so narrowminded, so much like what he used to be like.
That war was going to reach the island someday. They couldn't hide forever.
Knuckles was pulled out of his moping thoughts by a soft whimpering sound. He turned in its direction and started walking toward the disturbance, then stopped when he saw it's cause.
"Tails?" he whispered.
The little fox was curled up into a ball with his twin tails wrapped around him. He was rocking back and forth, sobbing.
The young guardian bit his lip and knelt down beside his friend, grabbing the fox's shoulders. "Tails, are you alright? What's wrong?" he asked. He looked down at the boy's gloves and gasped. They were completely soaked with blood.
Slowly, the boy looked up at him. His light blue eyes were bloodshot and there were tears still streaming down his face. He uttered one simple phrase that was so cracked and broken that the teenager could barely make it out, "He's dead."
"Who's dead, Tails? Who?!"
"Sonic . . . "
To be continued...
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Author's Notes: I'm mean, aren't I?
Is Sonic really dead? Who killed him? Was it Robotnik? Stay tuned for the next part.
As always, feedback is much appreciated.
