I gripped my knife harder, my hand sweating, my feet keeping me walking forward. How would I track down the son-of-a-bitch?

Suddenly, a picture flashed into my mind. I had seen him. He was running through the street, holding the gun, and a streetlight caught his face as he turned to see if anyone was following him.

I kept on walking through the empty street. Where was everybody? Then I noticed, they were there. Invisible, muted. I was sealed from the rest of the world. Isolated.

All I could think about was Tails. His murder. Vengeance. I would be taking a life, becoming a murderer myself. That didn't matter. All that mattered is that Tails was avenged. And he would be. No matter what.

The Anger had me. Bound like a hostage. My every movement, my every thought, was a controlled. Controlled by the awesome force of Anger. Controlled like a puppet. A puppet of death. A mindless killer. A machine. A machine programmed to do one thing: Kill. Murder. Off. Slay. Slaughter. Butcher. Destroy. Terminate. Annihilate. Wipe from existence. Do anything to avenge my friend.

But I didn't think. Couln't think. The anger wasn't only controling me. It was a part of me. I jonined with the Anger, part of the monster. I was the monster.

"First a guy running around with a gun, and now a guy running around with a kitchen knife. What next?"

The voice broke the silence. A stone breaking the surface of a calm pool of water. I grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around. He screamed.

"D-don't hurt me! I didn't mean to offend you! Take my money!" He pulled out his wallet.

I smiled. No, I didn't want money. I wasn't offended. I calmly asked him about the guy with the gun. Had he seen where he went?

"Yes, the guy was running for it. He went into the bar around the corner."

Bingo. I released the guy. He fell to the ground. I kept walking. He was close. Very close. I was a hunting dog, tracking down a raccon. I had him. He wouldn't escape from me. I headed into the bar.

"Can I help you Son... Wha- what's the knife for! What do you want from me!"

I described the murderous bastard.

"He hung around here for a while and then took off. I don't know where he went. He said something about killing a little fox brat and… Wait. I think he said he was going to his house. He wrote the location down to the lady he was talking to. Here's the paper. The lady left it."

I was walking out. The Anger was pleased. I was pleased. We had him now. I continued on.

"Sonic!" It was Tails. We were playing at the beach. Playing volleyball. Having fun. Wading in the water. Looking into the tidepools. Getting ice cream. We were kids. Playing at the park. Playing frisbee, swinging, ruunning around. Tails and I were fighting Doctor Eggman. Tails was flying on his biplane and I was standing on top. Aim for the cockpit! Eggman went down! Tails and I flew the airplane down to the ground. It was now nightime. Tails went down for a glass of water. BANG! The gunshot shattered my fantasy. The killer would pay. With their life.

The moment was fast approaching. The Anger was telling me. My hands were shaking. I was grinning. I approached the house. It was run down. The door was locmked, so I tried a window. I heard frantic footsteps. The killer was running. Would I catch him? My heart beat faster. The blood of Anger rushed through my veins.

I saw him and caught him by the tail. He was sweating like mad. Good.

"Sonic..." he said in a shaking voice.

"We meet again, Nack"

And so ends Chapter 2. Is it getting better? Worse? Please review!