Late One Night…

Sonic sat in his room, looking up into the starry night sky. His room, littered with blood and his body covered in scars and scrapes. "How could this happen," Sonic thought aloud, "Why…"

I guess it all started yesterday. I woke up and walked into the kitchen. Tails sat there, practicing his cooking. Amy's been teaching him now, because we're getting tired of take out for breakfast, and I ain't learning to cook, that's for sure.

"Morning Sonic!" Tails said cheerfully, a great smell coming from the pan he was holding.

"Hey Tails, what's cooking?" I asked.

"Pancakes! And they're just about…Huh?" Smoke slowly began to rise from his hand as Tails scrambled to turn off the oven. I just lifted up a brow as I watched. "Uh…How do you like 'em? Burnt, charred, or well-done?"

"Uh…I'll pass on breakfast, thank you very much,"

"Good idea…" Tails threw the burnt/charred/well-done pancakes into the garbage disposal and put the pan in the sink above it, and accidentally drops a fork inside the disposal.

"Oops! I'll get it!" Tails exclaimed, reaching into the sink to get the spoon, but the sink was bigger than he thought, and Tails landed directly in it with a splash.

Again, I merely chuckled. "Graceful," I said sarcastically.

"Very funny…" Tails joked, reaching out onto the counter to put himself out.

Alas, if only I knew what was coming, it would have been prevented. Tails reached out and hit the switch for the garbage disposal. With a sickening swoosh and a blood curdling scream, Tails has one of his two shimmering orange tails wrapped into the blender like pit of death.

"Aaaaah!" Tails screamed as I leaped five feet out of my chair and immediately tried to shut off the death trap, but the blades didn't seem to hear the crying of my innocent eight-year-old friend, as the buzzing continued.

A fountain of blood had begun to fly out as Tails was pulled closer and closer towards his doom. Now I hated the thing I had to do next. Tails was almost sucked in, when I grabbed a butcher knife and, in one swift motion, detached the once beautiful Tail from my best friend.

Tails flew out of the sink and landed on me. His orange fur was damp with blood and his rear almost torn to shreds. He was still screaming, still hurting, and now, the thing I dreaded most of all, dying.

Tails looked at me, his claws digging into my flesh as he gripped me in pain.

"S-s-s-sonic…I-I-I-it h-h-hurts…" Tails managed to say.

The thing I did then will follow me to my grave with sorrow, but I knew what I had to do. I looked at him, a crying whimper coming from the back of his throat, the kind you only want to hear once.

I looked at the butcher knife that lay near my hand, but instead of grabbing it right away, I placed my arms around Tails, giving him a brotherly hug.

"Everything's gonna be fine Tails…I promise…"

"N-no S-sonic…it won't be…"

I could feel him, slowly slipping away, growing fainter as I held him. He wasn't shedding a single tear except those of pain, and I, I began sobbing like a baby, hugging him tighter.

"Don't talk that way Tails! You'll be fine…"

"Sonic…" he set his hand on mine, "It has to end sometime, and we both knew it would come eventually."

"But…it isn't your time yet…" I wished with all my soul that it was me that had to go, but I knew what I had to do, and Tails knew too.

I reached out for the knife and, slowly, put it up to Tails' neck.

"Forgive me…little brother…"

"Good-bye…S-sonic..."

And with that, I dug it deep into the throat, blood gushing out everywhere, but I knew Tails was in a better place now, and he was in pain no longer.

I let his limp body hang in my arms and I kissed him on his head, even though it was covered in blood, he did not care. I kissed and kissed until the blood had dripped from my very mouth.

Then I let him go. I set his body onto the damp floor, but then hesitated, picking him up and setting him on the dry, warm couch. I then walked over to the sink, the sink that started it all, and stuck my arm down the drain, flicking the switch.

In a swoosh, I should be consumed by the drain and die the very way my first friend was. I should be thrown across the room, left to suffer in pain, but I heard nothing.

I cursed to myself as I pulled my hand out the drain, but as I did, a paper thin, black substance came up with.

"Tails' pancake…" I said aloud to myself, and then I realized, only to myself. I looked at it, recalling what Tails had said:

"Uh…How do you like 'em? Burnt, charred, or well-done?"

Then, like a storm just waiting to explode, I cried out. Not with tears but just a scream.

I guess I was a little too loud, for right then, a knocking came to our door. Er… excuse me, my door.

"Sonic! Are you there? I heard a scream, are you alright?" Amy's voice rang out as she pounded on the door.

Slowly, I put the pancake into an airtight container, but not before kissing it. Then I approached the door, ready to tell her my story. I didn't need to explain much to her, because right when I answered the door, and she saw the splatters of blood all over my body.

"Oh my god! Sonic! What happened!?" Amy saw how my eyes were big and wet, red rings formed around them. I told her. I told every little detail, just as much details as I'm giving now.

We had the funeral that very day, and before finally closing the large black box that contained my best friend, I set a single item inside. My most cherished item that I knew Tails always longed to own, my world famous running shoes.

Everyone was there, all paying their respects, but what surprises us the most was the showing of Dr. Eggman. He had actually come to pay respects. Tails would have done anything to see this, and in a way, he did see it.

"Tails…"Dr. Eggman stated solemnly at his arrival, "I will always think of you as a true genius, and you will always be, no matter how I try, smarter than I," He then set his own gift and quickly left, not mentioning a word, except passing a glance at me. I had a feeling that was the last we'd ever see of Dr. Eggman.

After all the others left, it was just Tails and I. I refused to leave his side. "He might get lonely…" I muttered to the others, "He needs someone to keep him company…"

I heard Knuckles whisper that I'd finally lost it, which, the fact that I had been there and couldn't help when Tails was killed, drove me insane. I said nothing at this remark, but sat there all night. It wasn't until the next Knuckles came by to take me home.

Too weak from crying all night, he lifted be up like a baby, cradled in his arms and carried me to Amy's house. I couldn't go home, and I'm glad they respected that. Anyway, the blood could make me relapse my sorrow.

I sat in my room, looking up into the starry night sky. My room, littered with blood and my body covered in scars and scrapes. "How could this happen," I thought aloud, "Why…"

The End

The Story Has Ended For Now, and soon it may start Again

Their Never Is an End or A Beginning

But for Now Let Our Hero

Rest In Eternal Peace

Dedicated to the Friendship of

Sonic the Hedgehog

And

Miles "Tails" Prower

Wishes Are Eternal