Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make
these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prowler or any
of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost
my character (after I added a few touches to him).
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either.
"If Miles didn't have a brother, who are you?" Krystal asked, "I don't think there's anyone else in the system with two tails."
Tails gulped hard, but didn't look up. Before he knew it, Krystal had dragged him outside, to the bow of the ship. Tails had a gut instinct that the talk wasn't going to be pleasant. He tried to look away, but she wheeled him around to face her. Tails was startled to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Just answer me one question, Marcus," she whispered, "Are you, or are you not, Miles Prower, the one who I traveled with three years ago?" Tails turned away.
"Yes," he answered in an even smaller tone. Behind him, Krystal broke down into sobs. She started beating on his chest with her fists. It didn't hurt, but it seriously confused Tails.
"You stupid moron! If we were friends, you would've let me know! You lied!" She yelled and cried at the same time. Tails tried to put a paw on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off, covering her face in her palms.
"Hey, I was ordered to!" Tails yelled back, getting angry with her, "Don't think for a second that I doubted your trust!"
Krystal slowly put her paws down. She wasn't crying anymore, but she was still sniffling. She didn't look at Tails. She slowly brought a paw down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it up. There, in the moonlight, Tails saw a hidden dagger strapped below her knee. Getting really confused, Tails watched silently as she took it out and aimed it at her arm. Tails looked, horrified, as she slit a deep cut in the flesh. He backed away, his eyes wide, as she dug her fingers in there. She wasn't even flinching.
"You should've doubted me," she whispered as she took her fingers out. Tails saw, covered in blood and tissue, was a small microchip the size of the ball on a pen. She dropped it onto the deck. Tails was a bit more concerned on the gaping wound on her arm than he was about the chip.
"Krystal, what's going on?" Tails asked. Krystal shook her head furiously and brought the dagger to her heart. Before Tails could stop her, she raced over to the head of the ship. As if by her calling, the calm air quickly grew hurried and humid. In the fraction of a second, dry air turned into a downpour. Thunder clapped somewhere nearby, shining light on her.
"This is where you stood before you saved me, Miles!" She yelled into the storm. Tails paused, three yards away from Krystal.
"What are you doing?" Tails asked frantically.
"My life is forfeit, no matter how I look at it. There are no choices for me now, Tails! The only way out is death, my style, not in the hands of the Venomians!" With that, she drew the dagger up high and brought it down quickly in her chest.
The thunder struck again, and this time, there was no figure on the bow.
**Six months later**
Tails looked at the headstone, and nearly laughed. He desperately wanted to laugh, but all that came out was silence and a single tear. There wasn't anything of her now, only the headstone, and her staff. She had left it in her cabin; that's why she couldn't help herself.
Tails knew now, that she, and Falco, Amy and him, were more than meets the eye. There was more to their abilities than just the abilities. Behind them, lies destructive power.
That's why their DNA weren't like anyone else's. That's why their fur could catch on fire and blow up after they've fallen. There was energy. The doctors didn't want to tell them when they first joined the army. No, they were as confused as they were right now.
Tails scoffed and brushed some snow off the gravestone, its gray figure nearly taunting and jeering at him, in the ankle-deep snow, trying to pay his regrets to a person long dead now.
"Krystal, you idiot," Tails ran his fingers along the words carved into the stone. There were only two words: Captain Krystal, no more. Tails sighed, knowing that beneath his feet, there was only dirt. Her body was never found. A life, just wasted. What a pity.
Although, even though Tails never got to know her very well, she was still dear to him. A part of him wished her back, although being trained in death doesn't allow you for such fantasies.
"The shroud of darkness, the claw of evil, gripping the souls of the innocent," Tails whispered to the stone. He pondered for a moment where that came from, but he was told that he was going mad after Krystal's suicide. Crazy as an old lunatic from Sector Y. He would sit out in the rain, waiting for something that he didn't even know. He would make woodwork, only to trash them someplace. And especially, he was known to walk out in a blizzard only to visit a dead friend whose body wasn't even in the earth.
"The void of darkness," he whispered, "The darkness..."
**
Tails threw his head back and laughed maniacally. The wind blew furiously in his face and the rain pounded relentlessly on him and on the cement around him. Thunder cracked here and there, but they all missed the skyscraper that he was on. The roof of the clouds. Tails felt that he could just reach up and grab one of storm clouds above him. Nature couldn't make a rainstorm in the middle of winter, but a crazy, two-tailed kitsune with atomic energy could.
Tails raised Krystal's staff into the air and the storm grew even fiercer. Tails didn't feel the -26-degree weather out there, but neither did the clouds. The rain pounded even more furiously, and the storm was growing on its own. The thunder grew nearer, and Tails started to snatch all the energy around him. Maybe he did turn into a lunatic, but he was a lunatic who was able to suck the energy out of the air and turn it into his life force.
The ground around him froze to ice, because he sucked the thermal energy from them. The clouds stopped moving, because he sucked the kinetic energy from them. Suddenly, lightening lit up the skies and aimed right towards the fox. Tails embraced the power. The din from the thunder was deafening, but Tails couldn't hear it; he had sucked the energy from the sound waves as well. With a quick motion of the golden staff, Tails caught the electricity and made it weave around him and the staff.
The roof of the skyscraper lit up with blue energy, but it was gone very soon, because Miles Prower has harnessed the energy of the light, too.
**
A/N: Whoa! Tails is now a psychopath. That's rather convenient for me to write his thoughts (I was being sarcastic, if you are one of those really serious people). Oh, yeah, this part of the story is done now, and if you didn't notice, the parts are divided up into nine chapters each (the intro didn't count).
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either.
"If Miles didn't have a brother, who are you?" Krystal asked, "I don't think there's anyone else in the system with two tails."
Tails gulped hard, but didn't look up. Before he knew it, Krystal had dragged him outside, to the bow of the ship. Tails had a gut instinct that the talk wasn't going to be pleasant. He tried to look away, but she wheeled him around to face her. Tails was startled to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Just answer me one question, Marcus," she whispered, "Are you, or are you not, Miles Prower, the one who I traveled with three years ago?" Tails turned away.
"Yes," he answered in an even smaller tone. Behind him, Krystal broke down into sobs. She started beating on his chest with her fists. It didn't hurt, but it seriously confused Tails.
"You stupid moron! If we were friends, you would've let me know! You lied!" She yelled and cried at the same time. Tails tried to put a paw on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off, covering her face in her palms.
"Hey, I was ordered to!" Tails yelled back, getting angry with her, "Don't think for a second that I doubted your trust!"
Krystal slowly put her paws down. She wasn't crying anymore, but she was still sniffling. She didn't look at Tails. She slowly brought a paw down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it up. There, in the moonlight, Tails saw a hidden dagger strapped below her knee. Getting really confused, Tails watched silently as she took it out and aimed it at her arm. Tails looked, horrified, as she slit a deep cut in the flesh. He backed away, his eyes wide, as she dug her fingers in there. She wasn't even flinching.
"You should've doubted me," she whispered as she took her fingers out. Tails saw, covered in blood and tissue, was a small microchip the size of the ball on a pen. She dropped it onto the deck. Tails was a bit more concerned on the gaping wound on her arm than he was about the chip.
"Krystal, what's going on?" Tails asked. Krystal shook her head furiously and brought the dagger to her heart. Before Tails could stop her, she raced over to the head of the ship. As if by her calling, the calm air quickly grew hurried and humid. In the fraction of a second, dry air turned into a downpour. Thunder clapped somewhere nearby, shining light on her.
"This is where you stood before you saved me, Miles!" She yelled into the storm. Tails paused, three yards away from Krystal.
"What are you doing?" Tails asked frantically.
"My life is forfeit, no matter how I look at it. There are no choices for me now, Tails! The only way out is death, my style, not in the hands of the Venomians!" With that, she drew the dagger up high and brought it down quickly in her chest.
The thunder struck again, and this time, there was no figure on the bow.
**Six months later**
Tails looked at the headstone, and nearly laughed. He desperately wanted to laugh, but all that came out was silence and a single tear. There wasn't anything of her now, only the headstone, and her staff. She had left it in her cabin; that's why she couldn't help herself.
Tails knew now, that she, and Falco, Amy and him, were more than meets the eye. There was more to their abilities than just the abilities. Behind them, lies destructive power.
That's why their DNA weren't like anyone else's. That's why their fur could catch on fire and blow up after they've fallen. There was energy. The doctors didn't want to tell them when they first joined the army. No, they were as confused as they were right now.
Tails scoffed and brushed some snow off the gravestone, its gray figure nearly taunting and jeering at him, in the ankle-deep snow, trying to pay his regrets to a person long dead now.
"Krystal, you idiot," Tails ran his fingers along the words carved into the stone. There were only two words: Captain Krystal, no more. Tails sighed, knowing that beneath his feet, there was only dirt. Her body was never found. A life, just wasted. What a pity.
Although, even though Tails never got to know her very well, she was still dear to him. A part of him wished her back, although being trained in death doesn't allow you for such fantasies.
"The shroud of darkness, the claw of evil, gripping the souls of the innocent," Tails whispered to the stone. He pondered for a moment where that came from, but he was told that he was going mad after Krystal's suicide. Crazy as an old lunatic from Sector Y. He would sit out in the rain, waiting for something that he didn't even know. He would make woodwork, only to trash them someplace. And especially, he was known to walk out in a blizzard only to visit a dead friend whose body wasn't even in the earth.
"The void of darkness," he whispered, "The darkness..."
**
Tails threw his head back and laughed maniacally. The wind blew furiously in his face and the rain pounded relentlessly on him and on the cement around him. Thunder cracked here and there, but they all missed the skyscraper that he was on. The roof of the clouds. Tails felt that he could just reach up and grab one of storm clouds above him. Nature couldn't make a rainstorm in the middle of winter, but a crazy, two-tailed kitsune with atomic energy could.
Tails raised Krystal's staff into the air and the storm grew even fiercer. Tails didn't feel the -26-degree weather out there, but neither did the clouds. The rain pounded even more furiously, and the storm was growing on its own. The thunder grew nearer, and Tails started to snatch all the energy around him. Maybe he did turn into a lunatic, but he was a lunatic who was able to suck the energy out of the air and turn it into his life force.
The ground around him froze to ice, because he sucked the thermal energy from them. The clouds stopped moving, because he sucked the kinetic energy from them. Suddenly, lightening lit up the skies and aimed right towards the fox. Tails embraced the power. The din from the thunder was deafening, but Tails couldn't hear it; he had sucked the energy from the sound waves as well. With a quick motion of the golden staff, Tails caught the electricity and made it weave around him and the staff.
The roof of the skyscraper lit up with blue energy, but it was gone very soon, because Miles Prower has harnessed the energy of the light, too.
**
A/N: Whoa! Tails is now a psychopath. That's rather convenient for me to write his thoughts (I was being sarcastic, if you are one of those really serious people). Oh, yeah, this part of the story is done now, and if you didn't notice, the parts are divided up into nine chapters each (the intro didn't count).
