Sonic Hill 2: DX
Chapter 27: Truth
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"Sonikku…?"
His heart sank, hell, it drowned. It must have been a joke. A sick, disgusting joke some teens played on him just so he can waste his time, life, and sanity. All his hopes and dreams came crashing down once again. He had known it was too much to expect. Sonic was dead, he knew that. He knew that. When you're dead, you're dead. That single thought was always screaming at him the whole time…
Room 312 was empty.
Sonic wasn't there.
He shed no tears as his final spark of hope blew out. It wasn't just a feeling of sadness and disappointment he felt, it was far beyond that…He lost everything. And along that horrible road to emptiness, he'd lost more and more…
There was videotape on the bed.
'What's this…?'
Extreme feelings of nostalgia overcame him. Out of everything in the town, this place was the most intact and the same as three years ago. Not even any dust had collected or anything – it was as if no one and no thing had entered the room since he and Sonic had left it so long ago…
Completely drained and out of hope, Miles stumbled over to the king-sized bed, remembering how much sweet love they had made on that spot. He looked at the videotape grimly. Shadow had mentioned it…but it was only his and Sonic's memories. He wasn't thinking of how Shadow could have known now though, he was wondering what the contents of the tape would be. After a few moments, he pretty much remembered; it was a bunch of recordings and memories of their great vacation here. The best memories the two ever experienced together…
But watching it would only bring grief for the fox, he knew. He'd be devastated to see his deceased love, Sonikku, moving and walking on a TV screen. It would seem so real…but it wasn't. Just a recorded memory, nothing more.
Picking the tape up, he decided to watch it anyway, right here. Just to see what it was before he left…or…whatever he would do next. He knew he truly had no reason to live now, and most certainly felt the grim empty grayness of the moment, so there didn't seem like there could be much of a future ahead for him at all. Sighing, he slipped the tape into the VCR below the decent sized TV across from the bed. Then, as it began to start up, he pulled up a chair and sat down a few feet in front of the TV, staring at its glassy screen.
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All the color that the camera recorded in was black and white, and it was a bit shaky too. It wasn't the newest and best camera nowadays, but it was good enough for them. The view focused on Sonic, who stood near the window overlooking the lake. It was the same window that was only a few yards away from where the young fox sat right now. Rather than dawning his usual attire, Sonic wore a clean white bathrobe and some light blue slippers. He turned his beautiful emerald green eyes—which looked grayer than green since the camera didn't work that well—towards the screen and flashed one of his trademark smirks.
"Are you taping again, Tails? C'mon…" the blue hedgehog said playfully as he waved his hand at the camera and chuckled lightly. Turning, he looked back outside and placed his ungloved hands on the windowsill. After staring at the beautiful Lake Toluca for a moment, he spoke distantly: "I dunno why, but I really love it here. It's so peaceful…"
Sonic turned a third time and looked back at the camera with that benign smile back on his face, leaning his back to the window.
"Ya know what I heard? This whole area used to be a sacred place. I can see why…" he chuckled again, but his smile quickly turned into a small frown. "It's too bad we have to leave…"
Letting go of the windowsill, he took a few steps closer to the camera and held his hands together. "Please promise me you'll take me here again someday, Tails-chan…"
Suddenly, the hedgehog bent down and coughed harshly; a dry, throaty cough. The camera shook a bit, and then got extremely staticy, until the hedgehog disappeared between the wall of white and gray.
A different image appeared through the static now. It could barely be seen through the snow, but it looked a figure lying on a bed. A second figure walked into view. Its mouth moved, but no audio except for the loud white noise could be heard. After about ten seconds of talking, the second figured grabbed the pillow behind the others head, pulled it into its arms, and stuffed it into the first figure's face. A split second later, the camera went back to the shot of Sonic leaning forward and letting out that same dry, throaty cough.
-Miles's eyes widened-
Then it immediately went back to the two figures. The second one kept the pillow on the first's face while the first desperately tried to pull its hand out of the way. It couldn't be seen or heard, but the first figure was letting out muffled and horrified screams and cries for the second to stop. This only lasted a few seconds before it went back to the shot of Sonic coughing, repeating the two scenes over and over again.
Sonic coughed.
-(nonono)-
Then back to the other shot: The second figure continued smothering the other, not letting go as the first continued to try and desperately pull the pillow off. But its efforts were futile.
Sonic coughed.
The first figure's arm stopped moving as much, starting to slow down as the second kept its relentless attack. It was suffocating…
Sonic coughed.
-(!!!NONONO!!!)-
The first figure still attempted to weakly stop its attacker. But it was too late; its systems were shutting down slow and painfully. Eventually, the first figure's thin tired arm fell to its side, dead.
Sonic coughed.
Blood oozed out of the first figure's mouth, sinking into the once clean white bed sheets as the pillow was placed back where it belonged. After a long pause, the second figure slowly stood up and gently kissed the first one on the forehead.
Static.
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Miles kept his shocked and devastated azure blue gaze on the staticy TV set. He felt the sting of warm wet tears forming under his eyes again.
"No…"
(yes miles)
(its the truth)
"No…" the fox repeated, as if to deny it. But he couldn't anymore. That thought, that single terrifying thought had always been somewhere in the darkest corners of his mind, but he'd always dismissed it as a crazy and senseless idea. He never remembered exactly what happened over the past three years - it was all just an ugly gray blur of empty emotions and scarred memories.
And now he knew why.
'No no no…it can't be true…'
But it was. It was all true. All along.
All his memories of the past, those memories he'd long since repressed and forgotten, came flooding back.
"Sonic…"
Tears flowed like rivers down his cheeks. Miles covered his face with his hands and looked down to the floor; he couldn't deny it anymore.
"I killed him…"