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.
"Imagine seeing you again," Andy smirked. The vixen spun around and came extremely close to his face. She yelped in surprise and fell down into the snow. Clutching her heart and panting, she got up again and leaned against the skeleton of a tree. She forced a laugh and smiled at Andy.
The park was completely empty of life except for the two foxes. The white light from the lamps shone on Andy's face and illuminated the scene: Bare trees, a couple of benches, and a hidden cement path somewhere beneath the snow. The storm had let up, but the wind still cast a freezing breeze that ruffled the vixen's hair. Breathing heavily, she waggled a finger disapprovingly at Andy.
"Yeah, think of the odds," she puffed, blowing out a jet of steam in the chilly night air, "What are you doing here?"
"I like to take a stroll in the park before I'm arrested for the murder of three people," Andy muttered. A timeless look brought upon the vixen's eyes. Andy shrugged and told her about the three Venomians that he had killed. He merely said that he conjured up a ball of flame; he didn't mention the staff.
"Bad day, huh?" She grinned, unconcerned that he had brutally slaughtered three people. Any bystander that would've heard the story would scream at the vixen to run and bolt away themselves. But the vixen stood her ground, mildly interested about the murders.
"Sort of," Andy studied her carefully, "Do you have experience with raving lunatics like me?" She smiled and extended a brown paw.
"Dr. Liliana Cobalt, homicide psychologist," she said as Andy shook her paw.
"Cobalt?" Andy smirked, a childish urge taking over him; "You don't look so blue. You shouldn't be sad. Hey, you seem to be a bit... 'Bright orange'?"
"You'd be surprised," Liliana muttered.
A strong gust suddenly picked up, throwing delicate flakes around them in a sort of whirlwind. Andy sniffed at some sort of rancid odor. Liliana wasn't so calm after that smell. Her ears suddenly fluttered and she threw her muzzle into the wind. Her nostrils flared two times and she cocked her head to Andy. She gave a flick of her eyes and she bolted off, almost disintegrating in the wind.
Andy looked over his shoulder into the gust. Five tall shadows were barely visible behind a large oak. They were more than twenty yards away, but Andy could smell the stink of sweat and bad breath. His ears perked up as he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"... How 'bout now, boss?"
"No, you fool! Wait until he leaves. He'll lead us to her."
"We'll fall two birds with a single stone..."
Andy turned back to where he thought Liliana had run off into, but wheeled off in a 90 degree angle and went off along the path instead. He made sure to slide his feet to make it look like two people had been along that way. The snow as coming down so heavily then that Liliana's footsteps could barely been seen.
Out of the corner of his eye, Andy saw that the Venomians had followed his tracks. Smirking contently, Andy waited until they were far enough from Liliana so it was safe to draw the staff...
**Third person Falco**
"Aw, jeez, that stinks!" Falco covered his nostrils with a sleeve and peered at the black lumps of ash. The wind had blown a large portion of them down the street, leaving something that looked oddly like a foot. The badger lieutenant shivered a bit at the scene and the horrid stench. Amy didn't even flinch at the sight.
"And you call yourselves males," Amy snorted, kicking the charred foot out of the pile. It rolled almost obediently into the black plate-like carrier. The badger groaned unhappily, but picked up the plate and handed it over to another officer anyway. The other officer shone a flashlight on it and covered his nose as well.
The lamps did a good job of throwing the dark, abandoned, night street into a halo of bluish light. Somehow, Amy looked a lot more threatening with a purple tint.
"Who do you think did this? I say it was Tails," Falco muttered, "These people were wearing black leather. And where do you think you saw black leather last?"
"Yeah, the last time, they tried to kill us," Amy scoffed, "But this isn't Tails' work. According to a security camera outside this building, it was that rogue fox with a stripe on his forehead."
Falco mumbled something incoherently and pulled the collar of his gray jacket further up his neck. Amy threw her short hair over her shoulders and climbed back into the van. Falco started at the swirling gust of ash for a second before he followed her.
"Oh, yeah, Lieutenant Lombardi?" The badger piped up. Falco's foot slipped on the van's steps and fell into the snow. He cursed the badger and pulled himself upright.
"Yeah, what?" He grumbled, irritated. The badger cleared his throat, but Falco caught the hidden laugh.
"Dr. Cobalt has disappeared, and there has been no signs of Agent Prower anywhere, even with all the security cameras stationed all over the city. We did, however, track the fox with the stripe into the Antonio Park area."
"Good, yeah, whatever," Falco muttered as he brushed off the snow on his jacket and hopped into the van. Amy shot him a scowl from the passenger's seat. Falco shrugged and said a 'What?' before he drove off, nearly clipping the badger.
**Third person Tails... Er, Andy**
"You BASTARD!" Andy screamed as he brought his foot down on the fox's stomach. He cried out in pain, but it was cut off short with a stream of blood from his mouth. Andy growled and brought the sharp end of the staff down into the fox's shoulder. It got lodged between bone and sinew, but Andy gave it a violent jerk and he heard a bone snap. The fox was so dazed that he forgot to scream. Andy pulled the bloody staff out and panted, glaring at the fox. The fox that looked just like Miles Prower with one tail.
Andy would've charred him into fine ash like his four comrades if he didn't frame him. The bloodlust erupted from his mind again and he jammed his foot on the fox's face until his jaw broke. The fox groaned and coughed up more blood, melting the snow around him into a frozen red pool.
"You've ruined my life!" Andy yelled down at the fox. A powder of black snow swept over them. The ashes were beginning to get lost in the wind, but Andy felt like keeping this guy for a moment longer. Andy lifted his sneaker and examined the whimpering form. An ear was torn off when a ball of flame grazed him, but the other ear was gone due to Andy's doing. There were stab wounds all over him, including a deep gash in his abdomen and a gaping hole in his shoulder. That was only to name a few.
"Get it over with," the fox wheezed.
"I'll do just that," Andy snarled as he swung the staff like and axe and severed the fox's head. And who said revenge was bitter?
**
Andy walked slowly up the stairwell, following a wet track of melted snow before him. The old, abandoned building was falling apart, but it was a perfect place for a wet fox to hide from the stalking shadows. Maybe there was room for two. Andy didn't bother to count his steps up to the roof, but he estimated that he went sixteen floors.
Suddenly, the winding staircase came to a halt in front of a black metal door. The handle was missing, but the door was open a crack. Andy ran a finger along the dusty brick frame and pushed the door softly inward. Despite its age, it didn't so much as squeak.
Outside, the wind had let up, and the sheltering clouds provided enough trapped warmth for someone to stay outdoors. Sitting on the edge of the building, was the vixen Andy came to find. He was rather started to hear that she was talking to herself. Her head was lifted up to the bright moon. Whenever she spoke, it seemed like the blanket of white snow would shiver at her soft voice. Andy was sure he heard another person sound just like her, but his memory wasn't very clear about that.
"You've always been there for me, haven't you?" Liliana smiled at the moon, completely unaware that Andy was right behind her, listening intently. She shifted a bit, making her trenchcoat ruffle. Her whispers almost made Andy's coat ruffle with a shiver as well.
She paused for a moment, looking down into the streets. A bus roared by, its headlights shining on the street below for just a moment.
"No one else has been so loyal. They all go away. They all ignore me eventually. They all leave me. They all abandon me," Liliana whispered sadly as she brought her lap up and huddled against it, "They all die."
Andy watched as she shed tears into her hands. She slowly let go of her lap and looked back up at the moon.
"Andrew died, that foolish boy. I told him to stay, but would he listen? Tails left me now, too. He didn't bother to come back and find me," she shuddered. Andy furrowed his brow. What was she talking about? He never knew a girl named Liliana. She curled up into a ball again and murmured, "Now Andy has abandoned me, too."
"No, I haven't," Andy whispered. Liliana turned around slowly and forced herself to look up.
"Oh, great, and now I'm hallucinating, too," she chuckled. She yelled happily and jumped up and held on tight on Andy's neck, hugging him so hard that he could scarcely breathe. She suddenly drew away and wiped a finger on Andy's coat. She frowned as she saw blood; "You're bleeding."
"It's not my blood," Andy muttered reassuringly. Liliana smiled and hugged him again.
"Stay with me, won't you?" She asked.
"I will," Andy answered. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her.
**
A/N: Gah! Cheesy! Oi, maybe I should lay off the cheeseburgers... Now, you should all be wondering where (and when) Tails met Liliana. You'll see. Oh, yeah, and if you didn't already put the picture into your mind, our 'Andy' looks like Fox in a trenchcoat and sneakers. And 'what's with the trenchcoats', you say? Well, it is winter... So sue me. I take that back. Please, I don't have a lawyer. By the way, I don't plan on making the last book of this story long. Perhaps I'll write two more chapters, and maybe an epilogue, but no more.
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.
"Imagine seeing you again," Andy smirked. The vixen spun around and came extremely close to his face. She yelped in surprise and fell down into the snow. Clutching her heart and panting, she got up again and leaned against the skeleton of a tree. She forced a laugh and smiled at Andy.
The park was completely empty of life except for the two foxes. The white light from the lamps shone on Andy's face and illuminated the scene: Bare trees, a couple of benches, and a hidden cement path somewhere beneath the snow. The storm had let up, but the wind still cast a freezing breeze that ruffled the vixen's hair. Breathing heavily, she waggled a finger disapprovingly at Andy.
"Yeah, think of the odds," she puffed, blowing out a jet of steam in the chilly night air, "What are you doing here?"
"I like to take a stroll in the park before I'm arrested for the murder of three people," Andy muttered. A timeless look brought upon the vixen's eyes. Andy shrugged and told her about the three Venomians that he had killed. He merely said that he conjured up a ball of flame; he didn't mention the staff.
"Bad day, huh?" She grinned, unconcerned that he had brutally slaughtered three people. Any bystander that would've heard the story would scream at the vixen to run and bolt away themselves. But the vixen stood her ground, mildly interested about the murders.
"Sort of," Andy studied her carefully, "Do you have experience with raving lunatics like me?" She smiled and extended a brown paw.
"Dr. Liliana Cobalt, homicide psychologist," she said as Andy shook her paw.
"Cobalt?" Andy smirked, a childish urge taking over him; "You don't look so blue. You shouldn't be sad. Hey, you seem to be a bit... 'Bright orange'?"
"You'd be surprised," Liliana muttered.
A strong gust suddenly picked up, throwing delicate flakes around them in a sort of whirlwind. Andy sniffed at some sort of rancid odor. Liliana wasn't so calm after that smell. Her ears suddenly fluttered and she threw her muzzle into the wind. Her nostrils flared two times and she cocked her head to Andy. She gave a flick of her eyes and she bolted off, almost disintegrating in the wind.
Andy looked over his shoulder into the gust. Five tall shadows were barely visible behind a large oak. They were more than twenty yards away, but Andy could smell the stink of sweat and bad breath. His ears perked up as he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"... How 'bout now, boss?"
"No, you fool! Wait until he leaves. He'll lead us to her."
"We'll fall two birds with a single stone..."
Andy turned back to where he thought Liliana had run off into, but wheeled off in a 90 degree angle and went off along the path instead. He made sure to slide his feet to make it look like two people had been along that way. The snow as coming down so heavily then that Liliana's footsteps could barely been seen.
Out of the corner of his eye, Andy saw that the Venomians had followed his tracks. Smirking contently, Andy waited until they were far enough from Liliana so it was safe to draw the staff...
**Third person Falco**
"Aw, jeez, that stinks!" Falco covered his nostrils with a sleeve and peered at the black lumps of ash. The wind had blown a large portion of them down the street, leaving something that looked oddly like a foot. The badger lieutenant shivered a bit at the scene and the horrid stench. Amy didn't even flinch at the sight.
"And you call yourselves males," Amy snorted, kicking the charred foot out of the pile. It rolled almost obediently into the black plate-like carrier. The badger groaned unhappily, but picked up the plate and handed it over to another officer anyway. The other officer shone a flashlight on it and covered his nose as well.
The lamps did a good job of throwing the dark, abandoned, night street into a halo of bluish light. Somehow, Amy looked a lot more threatening with a purple tint.
"Who do you think did this? I say it was Tails," Falco muttered, "These people were wearing black leather. And where do you think you saw black leather last?"
"Yeah, the last time, they tried to kill us," Amy scoffed, "But this isn't Tails' work. According to a security camera outside this building, it was that rogue fox with a stripe on his forehead."
Falco mumbled something incoherently and pulled the collar of his gray jacket further up his neck. Amy threw her short hair over her shoulders and climbed back into the van. Falco started at the swirling gust of ash for a second before he followed her.
"Oh, yeah, Lieutenant Lombardi?" The badger piped up. Falco's foot slipped on the van's steps and fell into the snow. He cursed the badger and pulled himself upright.
"Yeah, what?" He grumbled, irritated. The badger cleared his throat, but Falco caught the hidden laugh.
"Dr. Cobalt has disappeared, and there has been no signs of Agent Prower anywhere, even with all the security cameras stationed all over the city. We did, however, track the fox with the stripe into the Antonio Park area."
"Good, yeah, whatever," Falco muttered as he brushed off the snow on his jacket and hopped into the van. Amy shot him a scowl from the passenger's seat. Falco shrugged and said a 'What?' before he drove off, nearly clipping the badger.
**Third person Tails... Er, Andy**
"You BASTARD!" Andy screamed as he brought his foot down on the fox's stomach. He cried out in pain, but it was cut off short with a stream of blood from his mouth. Andy growled and brought the sharp end of the staff down into the fox's shoulder. It got lodged between bone and sinew, but Andy gave it a violent jerk and he heard a bone snap. The fox was so dazed that he forgot to scream. Andy pulled the bloody staff out and panted, glaring at the fox. The fox that looked just like Miles Prower with one tail.
Andy would've charred him into fine ash like his four comrades if he didn't frame him. The bloodlust erupted from his mind again and he jammed his foot on the fox's face until his jaw broke. The fox groaned and coughed up more blood, melting the snow around him into a frozen red pool.
"You've ruined my life!" Andy yelled down at the fox. A powder of black snow swept over them. The ashes were beginning to get lost in the wind, but Andy felt like keeping this guy for a moment longer. Andy lifted his sneaker and examined the whimpering form. An ear was torn off when a ball of flame grazed him, but the other ear was gone due to Andy's doing. There were stab wounds all over him, including a deep gash in his abdomen and a gaping hole in his shoulder. That was only to name a few.
"Get it over with," the fox wheezed.
"I'll do just that," Andy snarled as he swung the staff like and axe and severed the fox's head. And who said revenge was bitter?
**
Andy walked slowly up the stairwell, following a wet track of melted snow before him. The old, abandoned building was falling apart, but it was a perfect place for a wet fox to hide from the stalking shadows. Maybe there was room for two. Andy didn't bother to count his steps up to the roof, but he estimated that he went sixteen floors.
Suddenly, the winding staircase came to a halt in front of a black metal door. The handle was missing, but the door was open a crack. Andy ran a finger along the dusty brick frame and pushed the door softly inward. Despite its age, it didn't so much as squeak.
Outside, the wind had let up, and the sheltering clouds provided enough trapped warmth for someone to stay outdoors. Sitting on the edge of the building, was the vixen Andy came to find. He was rather started to hear that she was talking to herself. Her head was lifted up to the bright moon. Whenever she spoke, it seemed like the blanket of white snow would shiver at her soft voice. Andy was sure he heard another person sound just like her, but his memory wasn't very clear about that.
"You've always been there for me, haven't you?" Liliana smiled at the moon, completely unaware that Andy was right behind her, listening intently. She shifted a bit, making her trenchcoat ruffle. Her whispers almost made Andy's coat ruffle with a shiver as well.
She paused for a moment, looking down into the streets. A bus roared by, its headlights shining on the street below for just a moment.
"No one else has been so loyal. They all go away. They all ignore me eventually. They all leave me. They all abandon me," Liliana whispered sadly as she brought her lap up and huddled against it, "They all die."
Andy watched as she shed tears into her hands. She slowly let go of her lap and looked back up at the moon.
"Andrew died, that foolish boy. I told him to stay, but would he listen? Tails left me now, too. He didn't bother to come back and find me," she shuddered. Andy furrowed his brow. What was she talking about? He never knew a girl named Liliana. She curled up into a ball again and murmured, "Now Andy has abandoned me, too."
"No, I haven't," Andy whispered. Liliana turned around slowly and forced herself to look up.
"Oh, great, and now I'm hallucinating, too," she chuckled. She yelled happily and jumped up and held on tight on Andy's neck, hugging him so hard that he could scarcely breathe. She suddenly drew away and wiped a finger on Andy's coat. She frowned as she saw blood; "You're bleeding."
"It's not my blood," Andy muttered reassuringly. Liliana smiled and hugged him again.
"Stay with me, won't you?" She asked.
"I will," Andy answered. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her.
**
A/N: Gah! Cheesy! Oi, maybe I should lay off the cheeseburgers... Now, you should all be wondering where (and when) Tails met Liliana. You'll see. Oh, yeah, and if you didn't already put the picture into your mind, our 'Andy' looks like Fox in a trenchcoat and sneakers. And 'what's with the trenchcoats', you say? Well, it is winter... So sue me. I take that back. Please, I don't have a lawyer. By the way, I don't plan on making the last book of this story long. Perhaps I'll write two more chapters, and maybe an epilogue, but no more.
