Young Loves Demise
chapter 1


You know, life's a bitch. That is the first thing I want to say to you tonight. Life is nothing more than an overweight Saigon whore. I am now 16, and already I realize that I missed out on most of the important things you need in life, and lost the few I had. I have barely lived my life, yet I have lived more of a life than people old enough to be dead.

Knowing what I know now, I have come to the conclusion that no matter how hard you try, life will never bend into what you fantasize about. Pretty shitty outlook on life, you may say. Well, I may not be the best example, but I am an extreme of what a bad life is. I've lost all my friends, I'm dependent on my stash, and overall I've been dead for about 2 years now. I just haven't realized it until now.

How is this possible? How could one persons' life go so wrong in such a short amount of time? This is my story. About love, desire, hatred, sorrow, and treachery. This is a story, about young loves demise.



I feel pain. I held my ears and eyes shut too hard for and too long. I'm afraid of what I might see when I expose them to the devastation I know is just beyond the barrier of darkness.

I finally give.

My eyes open.

My hands flee from my head.

I look up.

Into those glaring faces.

Sad faces.

Pitying faces.

'Why don't they do anything?'

I hear sirens.

'Why aren't they helping?'

I look down at the two bodies at my small feet. Two unmoving bodies, whose faces are too familiar for me to forget.

'Mother?'

Tears sting my eyes, threatening to scar my face; I start to kneel down next to the all too familiar corpses.

'FATHER?!'

The tears of pain now trickle down my pale and cold face, yet I don't make a noise. Not a single sob as I curl up next to the one I recognize as a comforting female. Nobody dared to move and shatter the unnerving silence which covers the crowd in a stale blanket.

'Help mother.'

I curl tighter around the limp body, still so warm. I can feel something liquid soaking into my clothes, but I don't care. I simply keep my eyes closed and stay with the slowly dying warmth.

'Help father.'

Everybody but me looked up at the screeching tires and thundering sirens. They were distant sounding, almost non-existent in the torrent of chaos and pain which plagues my mind.

'Help me.'

I felt a tugging under my arms and around my ribs, slowly pulling me away from the only family I have. The only family I had.

'no.'

I tried to reach out for the deceased.

'No.'

All I did was watch in horror as the black tarp shrouded the two lonesome bodies.

'NO!!!'

I struggled against the human restraints, like an ant trying to move a mountain out of sheer will.

'MOTHER!!!'

Nobody in the crowd offered to help. The bastards wouldn't lift a finger. Did nobody care?

'FATHER!!!'

Being pulled farther, and farther.

'MOTHER!!!'

With what little strength I had, I flailed my body, twisting and contorting it this way and that. I felt one of my knuckles connect, and I felt freedom only one hand away.

'NOOOOO!!!'

I broke free of the other hands, whom had gone to look at the owner of the previous two. I hit the ground hard, feeling too much torture in my heart to notice I had cut my leg. I managed to get up quickly, and I started to run.

'Mother.'

Eventually I find myself against a wall. I turn around and notice I'm surrounded, those white coats laughing maniacally at me.

'Father.'

I tried one last desperate attempt, not knowing if I was ready yet.

'I'm.'

The evil behind the spectacles looked at me with confusion as I twisted my tails tightly together.

'Alone.'

Slowly, I felt my feet lift off the ground, and the air rushing downward in torrents.

'Alone.'

Several men dove at my ascending body.

'Alone.'

I spun my tails as faster than I have ever dared to try.

'I'm scared.'

They barely missed me. One hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

'I'm scared.'

I flew to a place far away from there. Just kept on flying and flying until I no longer had any strength to keep my tails moving.

'Someone help me'

I can not recall how far I flew, or how long ago I crash landed, curled up and cried.

'I'm scared'

Something happened. A soft hand laid itself upon my shoulder. Looking up, all I could see is a comforting smile, surrounded by blue fur.

'Alone.'

"You ok kid?"

A kind, gentle voice flowed from the anthros throat.

'I'm scared.'

"N-no." Through sniffs and sobs.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he sat beside me.

'Everything'

"E-eve-r-r-rything."

I said. He wrapped an arm around me and held me close. I love the feeling and comfort of his small embrace. The warmth invited me, and I buried my face into the soft fur.

"Tell me about it."

I felt a soft hand caressing my head. I calmed down a little bit before I sat up and away from his grasp.

'My mother and father were killed.'

"M-my mother and f-father were k-k-killed."

That last word tasted like acid on my tongue. Fresh tears started to glaze my red eyes.

'The men in white coats are after me.'

"S-some people started to chase me.'

'Orphanage'

"And said they were going to put me in an orphanage."

I am starting to regain some control of myself, although for how long, I don't know. From everything I told him, I watched as his smile, turned into a frown, and now his face is beginning to show utter shock.

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

'Please, let me stay with you'

"Please, let me stay with you," I clung to his chest again and started to sob.

He was hesitant for a bit, but eventually relaxed, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

"Well, ok, but only for a short while. I'll need the extra hand anyway, to help with my new place. Sorry, I won't have a bed for you, but I have a spare hammock you can use in the corner of my room."

'I'm not alone!!!'

"Thank you!"

I hugged him tighter as I said it.

"But first things first."

I looked up at him with quizzical eyes.

"We'll need to know each others names, if we are going to know each other".

He smiled cocky like. I laughed a little bit when he did this and whipped the tears from my eyes.

"I'm Sonic, and you are?"

"Hmm. I'm Miles Prower."

I saw him looking at my two tails. I moved them behind me a little bit, kind of embarrassed. He chuckled

"Well, I'll call you Tails. Well, nice to meet you, I think I'm gonna like the company."

"Thank you so much, sonic," as I leaned into him again. I can't get enough of his warmth. He picks up my small form and carries me off. I wrap my two tails around me.

"No problem, little bud," the last words I heard before I was overtaken by the need for sleep.

I now know we are going to be great friends. Best friends

'Forever.'

A/N: Revisions galore. I look at this chapter and realize how much I need to work on it, but somehow keep the impact of the feelings the same. Compared to when I started writing, I think I have improved. Funny, it is like every single day I write something, the better I become. The better I become, the better I expect from my work, which makes it hard for me to look at my past works. Well, since I am gaining some time to work on the chapters, I am restarting with this chapter, making one last revision, and then doing the same with chapter two and three. Questions, comments, constructive flames and/or critiques, please either post in the review section or send to my e-mail address. If anybody has noticed, I changed my name. The reason for this is because I have become a different person, and it will show in my writing. Note, I will not use any personal experience in this story, so do not bother your head as to why I put my name as my characters.

Disclamer: All Sonic the Hedgehog characters are property of Sega, any other characters and this story are property of Long Shiriku Darku. Namely, me.

Blessed Be,

~Long Shiriku Darku~