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Guardian's Log no. 11475

So Bait's a thief as well as a slaver. That figures.

Actually...no, that's not fair. I can see where he was coming from when Sonic told him to 'get' the food instead of 'buying' it. I suppose if you hang out with Raker – I'm guessing that's the jerkal who led that pack – you get used to drawing such lines. I was surprised at Sonic's reaction though; I thought he was gonna just laugh it off, or say something like, okay but don't do it again. I never imagined he'd march the kid all the way back and make him pay for it. Looks like he's grown up some after all.

How the hell did Bait smuggle all that stuff out, anyway?

I had a dream last night about Tails. He's...well, he's no better off. I know what Sonic meant now; I get the same feeling...wherever the kid is, he's underground. I get something more though...like I should know where he is. I wonder if Sonic got a similar sensation? I'll have to ask him.

--Knuckles the Echidna

My Memoirs by Me

Wow. Talk about an eye-opener. I mean, Bait stealing that stuff...and the way he just looked at me. Maybe I should've been more specific at the time.

I could've killed that damn storekeeper though! There's Bait looking properly repentant and me hoping that this lesson'll stick – and that Bait would be press-ganged into doing a little shelf-stacking as punishment, if I'm really honest – then the kid mumbles out what he did and offers the money. And what does that storekeeper say? Does he say, "You're lucky I don't call the authorities!" No! Does he say, "I want you to work off some more of that debt by helping me for the rest of the day!" No! Does he say, "Oh, that's alright, it doesn't matter, there's plenty more where that came from after all." Ding ding ding! We have a winner! I had to practically force the money into that guy's till! Man, it's no wonder Bait thinks it's okay to steal if that's the attitude of the storekeepers back in Emerald Hill Zone!

Okay. Okay, deep breaths. It wasn't Bait's fault the guy said that, after all. Actually, I've got a nasty suspicion that it was my fault; that look in the storekeeper's eyes was one I'm all too familiar with. If I'd said I wanted to take over the store, he probably would have not only let me but asked for my autograph into the bargain.

I'll have to keep a close eye on Bait. I think he's learned his lesson, but...well, we'll have to see.

--Sonic the Hedgehog

Bait's Jurnal

I dont see why Sonic's so mad. We wanted food, we got food and we got to keep the cash. I did wat he asked and sed I was sorry. Even the guy in the stor sed it dint matter, so wat's the problem?

--Bait the Jakkel

Knuckles was soaking wet, bruised and almost deafened by the crashing of the waterfall below him. He was also a lot further down the cliff than he'd intended to be and climbing a lot slower than usual, largely due to the fact that Sonic had him in a death grip with all prehensile appendages and showed no sign of letting go. Knuckles had only once before encountered someone who clung onto him with similar determination, and that had been Tails, when they'd been trapped in that cave together. Although Sonic was nothing but pure muscle, he was still a lot heavier than the fox had been – especially when drenched to the skin – and Knuckles was incredibly relieved when he finally clambered over the edge of the cliff.

"You're okay!" Bait seized the echidna's wrist in both hands and pulled, throwing all his weight behind it. Knuckles opened his mouth to tell the kid to get the hell off him – he honestly wasn't sure whether Bait was planning to keep pulling him up or throw him and Sonic off the cliff again – then thought better of it and dug his free spikes into the ground, hauling himself up and onto dry land.

As though he'd read the echidna's mind, Bait abruptly dropped Knuckles' wrist as though he'd been burned and backed off, putting his hands behind his back.

"Sorry mister. I jus'...you looked like you was havin' trouble." He frowned. "How come you're wet? Did you fall in?"

"Have some sense, kid. If I'd fallen under that waterfall, I wouldn't be here, would I?" Knuckles shook his head. "I glided to the wall and climbed up. I wasn't high enough to get away from the spray though."

"Wow." Bait looked at Sonic, who showed no signs of letting go. "What's wrong with him, mister? He looks kinda scared."

"Well, yeah," Knuckles conceded with heavy sarcasm. "That's probably because he's a hydrophobe who fell into a raging river because someone – can't think who at the minute – dropped the damn rope!"

Bait winced as though the echidna had struck him. "I dint mean to!"

"Seems to me your whole life's full of things you didn't mean to do but did," Knuckles said, brutally honest.

"I was holdin' the rope, honest, but...it slipped. Mister, I did try to tell you I couldn't hold you an' your buddy."

"Sonic isn't my buddy!"

"Okay, sure, but I did try to tell you, remember?"

Knuckles considered, casting his mind back.

"Yeah, you did," he admitted grudgingly. "But I still say you could've held it a bit longer!"

"I tried, mister, honest I did, but..." Bait gave up and just held out a hand for inspection.

Knuckles gave it a cursory glance, then frowned and caught hold of the jackal's wrist, pulling the palm closer for inspection. Bait winced.

"That hurt?" Knuckles demanded.

"Uh...no."

"Then why'd you jump?"

"'Cause you never know when it's gonna start hurtin', do you, mister?"

In spite of the jackal's words, Knuckles was sure that it already hurt a hell of a lot. Bait wore thick gloves that had probably been white once upon a time, but the rope had ripped through the fabric as it went, taking most of Bait's skin off in a clean line at the same time. Looking as they did, it was obvious that the kid hadn't intended to let go of the rope; it had literally torn itself out of his grasp.

"You'll want to clean those," Knuckles said, glancing at the other one, which looked just as nasty. "Have a look in the bag. There's some medical stuff in there; you can probably rig up a bandage without too much trouble."

"Naw, I'll jus' lick 'em, mister. They'll be fine."

"You damn well won't!" Knuckles said sharply. "The Emeralds alone know where your tongue's been."

Bait paused, the tongue in question hovering over his palms, and squinted at Knuckles perplexedly.

"In my mouth, mister, where I usually keep it. 'Sokay; 's what I usually do anyway."

"Bait?" Knuckles said levelly.

"Yes mister?"

"Get your tongue away from your hands and fix 'em up properly right now."

"Yes mister."

"Actually, before you do that, will you come and prise the Spineless Wonder here off me!" Knuckles grated. "Use a crowbar, if he won't let go any other way."

Bait studied Sonic's frozen form thoughtfully. "Dunno if that'd work, mister. That grip of his dunt look like it'd budge even with a crowbar."

"I was actually thinking more of hitting him over the head with it, but you're probably right." Knuckles shook his head. "Complete brainlock," he muttered.

"Mebbe if you threw a glass o' water in his face, mister," Bait suggested, then quailed under the echidna's stare. "Or not, it was jus' an idea."

"Don't you think he's had enough water already?" Knuckles demanded, although he did consider the idea for a minute.

"Yeah, prob'ly." Bait subsided for a minute, then brightened up again. "Mister, mebbe we could do that thing. Y'know, where one guy blows down the other guy's throat?"

"Three things wrong with that, kid. Firstly, I draw the line at putting my lips on Sonic's for any reason. Secondly, Sonic isn't actually dead, and doing that on a live person can really screw things up inside 'em. Thirdly, although it does work on a dead person, whenever they come back I guarantee you that they will always, always vomit, no matter how they died. You really want someone else's puke running down your throat?"

Bait shifted his weight, looking disgusted. "Uh uh, not me, mister."

"Right." Knuckles relented slightly; the jackal had at least tried to help, and his ideas hadn't been that bad. "Back off. I'll sort him; we echidnas have a tried and tested method of dealing with such things that's been passed down for generations." Knuckles twisted Sonic around and slapped him once across the face, not hard enough to do any real damage but more than hard enough to be felt, then grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him hard. "Come out of it, you bloody hypochondriac!"

For a moment there was nothing, then the hedgehog blinked once, groggily, and focused on him.

Smirking, Knuckles backed off, glancing at Bait, who was staring slack-jawed at him. "See? Never fails."

"Knux?" Sonic stared at the echidna, then a violent shudder ran through his body. "Oh man, Knux, I thought I was a goner for real that time."

"You almost were. And next time you decide to seize me around the neck and expect me to carry you all the way up that cliff, would it kill you to lose a few pounds first?"

Sonic shot him a look. "What happened, anyway?"

"You don't remember?"

"All I remember is starting to step onto that bridge and the next thing I know I'm here, soaking wet."

Knuckles shrugged. "Bait dropped the rope."

"I dint mean to!"

Sonic stared from Bait to Knuckles, his blood running cold. If he'd been wrong about the kid...

"Did he?" he said aloud. Knuckles shook his head.

"No. I've seen his hands; that rope ripped them up like tissue paper, Sonic. There's no way he could have held on any longer than he did."

"Yeah?" Concern moving in to take the place of fright, Sonic looked at Bait. "Let's see."

"It's fine, mister, honest. That other guy took a look an' said I could use summa that stuff you got in your bag."

Sonic quirked an eye ridge at him. "You ever tried to bandage up your own hands before, kid? It's not as easy as it sounds, believe me."

"'Sokay. I cleaned 'em good; they're fine."

Sonic looked at Knuckles. "Did he?" he said again.

"He gave them a couple of swipes with his tongue if that's what you mean by cleaning, yeah."

"I was gonna go for a swim in the river an' clean 'em that way," Bait said obstinately as they started walking along the river in question, away from the falls, "on'y your buddy come up with you an' I haven't got round to it yet." He cast a longing look at the river.

"You swim if you really want to," Sonic said, eyeing the water with a shudder. He didn't think he'd ever forget the bridge incident as long as he lived. "Me, I'm staying here on the ground. How you enjoy that..." He shivered again.

"It's fun, mister, honest."

"I'll take your word for it. Personally I'd rather have a tub of live spiders dumped on me."

"It could be arranged," Knuckles muttered, not quite under his breath.

Sonic punched him lightly on the arm, then returned his attention to Bait. "And don't soak us this time; I've only just dried out!"

Bait obeyed, lowering himself into the water with such exaggerated caution that Knuckles – who wasn't entirely lacking in the mischief department – was sorely tempted to give him a helpful nudge.

For a few minutes, they continued on in silence, Sonic and Knuckles walking and Bait swimming.

"Still think he's a threat?" Sonic asked in an undertone, glancing over to where Bait was now doggypaddling underwater, apparently quite content. The sight reminded him of his own narrow escape and he looked away hurriedly.

"I dunno. Something about him creeps me out, though. Have you noticed how he never calls us by name?" Knuckles said quietly.

"Yeah," muttered Sonic, who, like the echidna, had given up trying to break Bait of this particular habit. "Even to each other. If he's talking to me about you, it's always 'your buddy' or 'that other guy'. Think he even remembers our names?"

"He ought to know yours, given how often you've tried to ram it down his throat with a plunger. I don't care what he calls me, so long as it's not insulting."

"Yeah?" Sonic glanced at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What about Knucky?"

"That falls under the heading of insulting, as you well know. Knux is alright, I guess."

"We could always combine the two," Sonic suggested slyly.

"What, Knuxie? You want another bath, Sonic, just you try it."

Sonic shuddered dramatically. "Point taken, Knux, but don't you think it's a little strange?"

"How should I know?" the echidna demanded. "I don't know what's normal and what's not for Mobian kids. In case it escaped your notice, I haven't had much experience with them except for Tails, and he's not your average kid."

"You got that right."

Talking about Tails jogged something in Knuckles' memory. "That reminds me; you know that dream you have about him?"

Sonic went very still, then said, "I could have gone the rest of the day without you bringing that up, Knux."

"Tough. You know you said you think Tails is in a rocky place somewhere?"

"Yeah."

"You get the feeling you've been in that place before?"

Sonic stopped walking and glanced at Knuckles, frowning slightly. "No. Why? Do you?"

It seemed pointless to deny, now that he'd brought it up, and the echidna nodded once, slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I feel like...I dunno. Like if you go back to a place you lived in as a very young kid, you remember but you don't know why."

"You don't think," Sonic lowered his voice so much that Knuckles had to practically lipread the next words, "you don't think he could be back there, do you? On Angel Island?"

"No. Trust me. I know every inch of that island like the back of my hand."

"I'd find that a lot more reassuring if you weren't wearing gloves, Knucklehead."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Seriously though, there is no way even one person could get onto that island without me knowing, let alone what must be a pretty large team."

Sonic subsided, not entirely convinced. "Well...if you say so."

"I do." Heartily sorry now that he'd brought the subject up, Knuckles strode on ahead, mind turning frantically. It...no. No, what Sonic suggested wasn't possible. Best to forget it.

They made camp a quarter of a mile outside the forest that night. Bait had been unusually silent for most of the day, and even Sonic hadn't been able to get much more than a short grunt out of him or mumbled reply along the lines of, "yes, mister."

Later that evening, Knuckles was lying on his stomach in front of their campfire, enjoying that special feeling that comes of almost being too hot on one side and cold on the other, when a pair of black and white sneakers appeared in his line of vision. Groaning, the echidna sat up, staring at Bait.

"What's up with you now?"

The jackal squirmed slightly. "Mister, can I ask you somethin'?"

"You just did." Seeing Bait's pained expression, Knuckles rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. Ask me." Jeez, Sonic, why'd you have to pick now to slip into the woods for a little private time?

The jackal squirmed some more, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before finally blurting out, "Why dunt he get on with it?"

"Huh?" Knuckles glanced at him. "Get on with what? Who are you talking about?"

The jackal ducked his head. "I screwed up bad back there an' Sonic knows it, right?"

Knuckles snorted. "Well, he'd have to be blind, deaf and pretty damn stupid on top of that not to know. You collapsed a bridge while he was still standing on it, so yeah, I think it's safe to say that you screwed up big time."

"See? You get it, mister. So what's Sonic waitin' for? Why dunt he jus' get on with it?"

"Get on with what?" Knuckles demanded testily. Bait glared at him defiantly and crossed his arms.

"Look, mister, all I'm sayin' is that if Sonic listens to you, mebbe you can ask him to get the beatin' over and done with tonight!"

"Beating?" Knuckles stared openly at Bait, all thoughts of supper forgotten. "What are you talking about?" When Bait was obstinately silent, the echidna shook his head. "Sonic has never beaten anyone in his life, kid, so I don't think he'll start with you."

Bait snorted, clearly not believing a word Knuckles was saying. "Uh huh. Anyway, can you ask him to get on an' do it, mister? 'Cause I dunt mind punishments but this waitin's worse than any beatin' he could give me so if he dunt get a move on it's not gonna have no effect on me!"

Whirling, he raced away, swerving wildly to avoid a surprised Sonic before diving into the forest. The hedgehog turned to stare after him in a puzzled fashion, then came to join Knuckles.

"What've you been saying to him now, Knux?" he said lightly, grinning to let the echidna know he wasn't serious.

"Me? Not a damn thing. He said plenty to me though." Knuckles shook his head. "Are you planning to do something to him for the bridge collapsing?"

"What?" Sonic stared at him, no longer grinning. "Hell no! The kid just made a mistake, that's all!"

"Yeah? Well, I wish you'd tell him that. I'm sick of him creeping around the place like a criminal; it's embarrassing."

"That's a pretty good metaphor coming from you, Knux." Sonic speared a small steak on the end of a branch and held it in the flames, the grin back on his face. They only really used the skillet if there was a shortage of suitable branches; Sonic liked using branches because he claimed they gave the food a 'nice, earthy taste', Knuckles liked using branches because there was a chance you might get the odd insect baked into your meal and Bait liked using branches "'cause they're cool, mister, and I never done nothin' like this before".

"So what's this particular criminal think I'm gonna do to him as a sentence, anyway?" Sonic asked, still grinning.

"Beat him." Knuckles spoke the words laconically and was inwardly gratified to see Sonic drop his jaw and, the echidna noticed with considerably less gratification, the steak.

"He thinks I'm gonna what? Jeez, what kinda guy does he think I am?"

"No idea. But I can probably hazard a guess as to what kinda guys he's hung out with before now."

"Knuckles, you didn't—"

"No, I damn well didn't! I almost went into shock when he told me, if you must know. I didn't have to say a word to him."

"What did he tell you?"

Knuckles snorted. "He asked me to tell you to hurry up and do it because if you kept him on tenterhooks like this for much longer, any beating you dealt out would come as a relief and not a punishment."

"I don't plan on dealing out any beating, Knuckles!" Sonic ran one hand over his forehead. "Man, I can't believe he'd think that of me!"

"Oddly enough, that's what I told him. He didn't believe me, of course, but it explains a lot, huh?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it sure does." Sonic shook his head, remembering back to that conversation in the woods, how Bait had flinched away from him. "Jeez, does he really think I'm gonna do something like that to him?"

"That's what he said. Makes you think, doesn't it?"

"Damn right." Sonic shook his head again. "What kind of screwed up people—actually, I don't think I wanna know." He got to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Knuckles demanded. Sonic shot him a quelling stare.

"Where do you think? I'm gonna go find that kid and get this sorted once and for all!" He broke into a run and entered the forest, looking around.

Nothing. Even the usual night time creatures were silent.

"Bait!" Anger, not at the jackal but on his behalf, made Sonic's voice sharper than he'd intended and he struggled to correct it. "I know you can hear me! C'mon out here now!"

There was a rustle from behind him and the jackal slunk out from behind a tree, running his bushy tail through his fingers. Watching him, Sonic was reminded suddenly and painfully of Tails; the kid had exactly the same habit whenever he was feeling especially guilty or ashamed.

As though becoming aware of Sonic's scrutiny for the first time, Bait released his tail and stood straight, although Sonic couldn't help paying more attention to the slight quiver in the jackal's body. It was almost unnoticeable unless you were looking hard for it, but it was there. Every sense and muscle seemed to be on red alert; Bait's ears were straining forward towards Sonic and his tail, freed from his hands, was lashing nervously from side to side.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Bait," Sonic said very quietly. "But I think you and me need to have a talk, get one or two things straightened out. C'mon, let's go back to the fire. It's too cold out here."

Bait shook his head vigorously. "I ain't fallin' for that one, mister. I go back an' you or your buddy hold my arm or leg or tail in the flames. I'll take a beatin' but burnin's a diff'rent kettle of fish an' I been caught like that before. I dunt wan' another white patch."

"You—" Sonic began, then broke off, staring. "That's how you got that white band on your arm? Someone burned you?"

Bait shifted his weight. "Well, sure they did. Look, mister, can we get it done now an' talk after? Can we jus' get it over with so's I can relax again? Please?"

Sonic shook his head. "For the last time, Bait, I'm not going to hurt you. Who burned you so badly?"

Bait looked away. "Raker, accourse. I knew we was gonna do a job on someone's house an' I liked 'em, so I warned 'em. He said there was no room for grasses in his fam'ly or gang so he jus' held my arm in a fire til all the fur an' skin was burnt off. When the fur grew back, it was white. Dunno why, but it was."

"Look..." Sonic stepped forward, automatically reaching out and only realising his mistake when Bait's head snapped around to stare at his hand like it was a snake. "What's this all about, anyway? Is it something to do with what happened at the bridge?"

Bait tensed. "You know it is. Mister, why're you draggin' this out so much? 'Cause I'm sorry 'bout the bridge, honest."

"This isn't about the bridge, Bait, it's about..." Sonic's voice tailed off. "Oh hell, I don't know!"

"The stealin' thing? I thought that was good again."

"Yeah, it's fine. Raker burned you?"

"You dunt believe me, mister, ask your buddy. He knows how these things work." Bait glanced away. "Think he'd be on'y too happy to burn the other arm."

Sonic shook his head. "That's not true, Bait, and not at all fair. Knucklehead's many things, but he's not sadistic."

"Least he acts more, more normal though. No offence, mister."

"None taken, and that's probably the first time I've ever heard Knuckles called normal." Sonic couldn't wait to tell the echidna about that one.

There was an awkward silence.

He really does think I'm playing with him, Sonic realised, staring wordlessly at Bait. The jackal hadn't relaxed one iota since Sonic had found him; in fact, he almost seemed to be winding himself tighter.

"Has Raker always treated you like this?" Sonic asked quietly, already knowing the answer. Bait squirmed.

"Well...yeah. But he dunt mean it! Y'know, sometimes it's the on'y way to keep your friends from doin' the dirty on you."

"None of my friends ever did the dirty on me."

"No?" Bait said. "So you must know somethin' about beatin' people already then, right mister?"

Sonic shook his head. "I've never beaten anyone in my life, kid, and you're not gonna be the first."

Bait looked away. "Yeah. That's what your buddy said, an' I dint believe him either."

Sonic shrugged. "You believe what you want, Bait. Have I ever lied to you or given you a reason not to trust me?"

The jackal squirmed. "Look, mister, can you quit toyin' with me an' do it? 'Cause like I said, I can take a beatin' but toyin' with me like this is jus' cruel."

"You're damn right it would be cruel, if I really was toying with you," Sonic said as calmly as he could. "Look, what's it gonna take to convince you that I'm not gonna hurt you? Not now, not ever?"

Judging from Bait's expression, Sonic might as well have asked him what it would take to convince him that he was about to sprout wings and fly to the moon.

"Mebbe...mebbe if you said it on that Emerald thing," he said eventually. "It glows when you lie, right?"

Sonic nodded. "Yeah. Okay. C'mon, we'll go back now and I'll get Knuckles to use it."

"Uh uh." Bait shook his head. "You bring it here, mister, an' don't bring your buddy either. 'Cause I think he's been waitin' for a chance to pound on me."

"Bait, admittedly Knuckles is somewhat...aloof, but he would never, ever hurt you unless you really and truly pissed him off, and even then it's more likely to be one blow round the head which he'll feel terrible about later on."

Bait looked away stubbornly. "Say what you like, mister, I ain't takin' the chance. One blow from him'd prob'ly break my head. I know he on'y holds off 'cause you tell him to."

Sonic rolled his eyes. "Fine. Wait here and I'll go get the Emerald. But I'll have to bring Knuckles as well; he's the only one who knows how to use it."

Turning, he raced off, arriving back at the campfire in a matter of seconds.

Knuckles glanced up, startled. "Jeez, Sonic, where's the fire? And if you say it's right in front of me, it will go very hard with you!"

"It's Bait. He wants me to swear on the truth Emerald that I'm not gonna do anything to him, and I dunno how to use it. Come on." Sonic grabbed the echidna's wrist and hauled him upright. "The sooner we get this sorted, the better."

Oddly enough, Knuckles didn't argue or protest, but followed Sonic into the woods and to where Bait was still standing, rubbing one sneaker on the back of his other leg nervously.

"Didja bring it, mister?"

"Yeah." Knuckles pulled out the Emerald and held it out to Sonic. "Touch it."

Sonic obeyed, placing his hand on the gem's surface. Knuckles glanced at Bait.

"What are you waiting for? Ask him, or do you want me to?"

Bait shifted, still tense. "You do it, mister."

"Fine." Knuckles looked back at Sonic. "Sonic, are you planning to punish this jackal cub in any way whatsoever for what happened at the bridge?"

Sonic shook his head. "No. Not now, not ever."

The gem remained dark.

"Are you ever going to give him any kind of physical punishment? Beat him, kick him, burn him, bite him, stuff like that?"

"Not in a million years."

Bait looked at Sonic edgily. "How 'bout in the next ten minutes, mister?"

Knuckles quirked an appreciative eye ridge at Sonic.

"Damn, the kid picked up the subtleties of this thing fast."

"It's not funny, Knuckles. None of this is even remotely funny." Sonic looked Bait squarely in the eyes. "Bait, I swear to you that I'm not going to hurt you in any way, at any time unless you force me to defend myself or my friends against you."

Still the Emerald remained dark.

"Convinced?" Sonic asked Bait. The jackal racked his brains, frantically trying to work out if there was another way to ask the same questions that he hadn't already tried, then nodded once, reluctantly.

"Yeah. I guess so, mister."

"Good." He didn't look very convinced, but Sonic let that slide. "So where do we go from here?"

Around them, the bushes rustled and parted to allow several people to step out.

"Oh, I can think of at least two places," Raker said from somewhere in the darkness.

Okay, that's another part done :) Hope you enjoyed it! If you read, please review!