YiffyOne: You know, you reviewers are really good to me. Even though I disgrace each and ever beloved Sonic character in a crude attempt to create humor of it, you review. Even if I take the evil genius Eggman and turn his character COMEPLETELY opposite, you review. Even when I'm making Tails head spin like a bad episode of Tenchi Muyo! You review.

I… I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

And for that, I will not dillydally any longer. Today, we'll cut right to the chase, just for you.

Miles 'Foxy' Prower! Chapter 6: "An uncurable sickness"

"How about this one, Cheese?" Cream asked her pet, whom was flapping his little wings a few feet away. The chao examined the dress she held.

"…ChaoChao!" The tiny blue one stated, showing off his profound intelligence. Cream smiled, however fakely. The little creature was smart in his own right, but he obviously didn't have any taste in evening-wear. She'd picked the most hideous dress she could find just to check…

She set it aside, and began to think. She needed somebody to tell her which dresses looked the nicest. But it had to be a boy… one that could really admire which ones looked right and which didn't. Cream looked around at the various males in the store staring at her. She was pretty sure that the only one that wasn't was gay, the manager, who seemed to say 'fabulous' every 3 seconds. Cream couldn't trust these people… she became uncomfortable around strangers. In fact, she was beginning to feel a bit unsafe. She was, afterall, completely defenseless, not a can of mace or anything.

Normally she went shopping with Amy, whom she always felt safe with. She pulled out her cell phone, and dialed her number. The phone rang once, twice, thrice… no answer. Well, there was, but it was from a machine. Cream hung up. What could Amy be doing right now, she wondered?

Cream put the cell phone away, and started looking at dresses again, aimlessly walking around. Suddenly, Cheese got hostile toward a large, probably four times her size, man, whom was staring at her through a disgusting grin. The chao didn't growl at just anyone… Cheese only did that when he sensed danger.

Cream shuffled in the other direction nervously. The chao followed close behind… and the man stalked.

Unfortunately, instead of shopping at a store of only dresses, Cream had to go to the mall… where all SORTS of people pop up. She walked swiftly out of the door of the Mall's dress shop and turned left, going into a different store. She was scared… she didn't really care where she was as long as she could evade this man… she sensed evil intent in him as well.

She almost peeped in terror as she saw the man walk in, trying to look conspicuous, but obviously stalking after her. She made sure to say on the opposite side of this store, which appeared to be filled with toys, until she had enough space to slip out of the store. She ran this time into a skateshop. She didn't even realize how easy it would be to find her bright colors in the sea of black wearing goth-punks, she was far too frightened.

A moment passed, and she stared at the entrance. She no longer saw the man. She let out a breath of relief. But then, just as she started to walk out the door… she was grabbed by powerful arms, her mouth covered entirely. She muffled in horror from behind the massive forearm. Cheese snarled and flew quickly toward the man, with a chao-like battle cry, hard set on saving his precious friend. The fat man, however, was surprisingly quick, and he swatted the poor thing away with his free arm. Cream tried to scream.

This was bad… they were in the darkest, blackest part of the skateshop, and there didn't seem to be anybody within proximity to help her… the man chuckled softly as he began to take one of his utterly disgusting hands and…

"Let her go." Came a young, but dashing voice. Cream almost recognized it. The man snapped to attention, looking to see where the voice came from.

"Grrh, who's there…?" The man grunted in an utterly repugnant, bull-like voice.

Out of the shadows stepped a young man, his face concealed by the large black hood of his sweater. In his hand was a silver axe guitar, which he had hoisted over his shoulder. The utterly brilliant instrument seemed to reflected light, despite a certain lack of it.

Cream appreciated what the boy was trying to do, but he wasn't really even much taller than her! Probably 5,6" at best… the man that held Cream in a deathgrip was nearly twice his height, and probably 30 times his mass. She tried to speak, but the man muffled her again.

The 'cloaked knight' looked up a bit, something within that vast hood flashed for a split second, then faded.

"I'm not kidding you fat tub of shit, let her go, or I'm going to make your life even more pitiful than it already is." The heroic enigma stated, his voice completely serious, and at the same time, utterly calm and focused. Cream thought, for just a moment, she felt her heart skip a beat. He was willing to face this monster for her? She shook it off, this was not the time to be thinking about such things! This kid's life was at stake here!

The large, nameless man, seeming to be nothing more than a sheer embodiment of society's corrupted outcasts, Grinned.

"Stupid boy… think you're somethin'…? If you don't leave now, and forget you saw any of this, I'll break you like a tw-…" The man was interrupted, as the shady youth leaped into the air, quicker than lightning, and backhanded the man right on his fat face. It was obviously intended to be nothing but a sheer insult.

"… You can get off with just that… this is your last chance, you disgusting pig. You'd better let go of her and get out of my sight. NOW." The mysterious hero demanded. Cream felt like she was gonna be sick, as she gasped for air, the man's grip on her tightening with rage. His face twisted into an appalling scowl.

Not waiting to say a word, the man released the bunny and raised one massive arm in preperation to strike. Cream hacked helplessly on her knees, as she watched, praying that her young savior would turn tail and run before he was pulverized.

The man attacked with a vicious right hook, which was, with amazing agility, dodged with a high jump that no normal human could accomplish. Time froze for a split second, before the irregularly swift mystery man twirled once in the air, his axe extended, gracefully connected into a downward, airborne guitar strike, gravity and the obvious weight of the huge axe smashing the man directly on the skull, full force. The instrument blared with the impact, as the man fell to the ground, motionless. The hotshot hooded hero landed with the utmost perfection. To Cream's surprise, his Axe was completely unscratched, where any normal guitar would have broken in half.

A crowd of people immediately rushed over and gathered around, the final blare of the instrument of both music and justice sounded at length, and finally faded. People in the crowd started mumbling to themselves. The mysterious youth walked toward Cream, and spoke in the calmest voice:

"Are you ok?"