A/N: I LIVE! Sorry for not updating in like, forever but I've been busy, doing whatever I want...

Sonic Scream

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Sonic: The Hedgehog©, he is property of Sega...damn it.

Chapter 2: Fox Hunting

Miles "Tails" Prower, a young fox who hangs out with his favorite friend, the Blue Blur, Sonic the Hedgehog, despite the fact he is eight years old, he's more intelligent than most normal people. Tails is about 3'5" with bright orange fur, and two tails, his abdomen and chest are white along with the tips of his tails. He was hard at work in his workshop near the Ancient Ruins, away from the bustle of the city, his sapphire blue eyes quickly skimming over the blueprints of his latest version of the Tornado. He quickly made a few lines with the pencil in his hands before tucking it away behind one of his ears.

"There, that should do it." Tails said with a smile. "Now I should really take a break." He muttered to himself as he glanced at the clock illuminated by his small desk lamp. It was 11:56 p.m. "Wow, its almost midnight." Tails said as he looked down at the blueprints, "I might have to start assembling this tomorrow." Tails yawned as he pushed his chair away from the desk when he heard rain beginning to softly tap on the roof of the small building. Tails stared up at the ceiling as started to lean back in his chair when a crash of thunder tore through the air, causing him to fall over. "Oww, that hurt." Tails said rubbing a knot that was forming on the back of his head. "Stupid storm." Tails mumbled as he lifted the chair, but before he set it down, he realized that one leg had been broken off by the little tumble.

Tails jumped again as a roaring thunderclap echoed throughout the darkened sky. "I hate this stormy weather." The young fox griped as he peered out of his workshop's large, steel doorway. "It's too dangerous to fly in this weather, with or without the Tornado, and too wet to walk without getting soaked." He muttered. He paced around the hanger wondering why he was not tired despite the insomnia that had been plaguing him the previous weeks.

He walked over to cot which hadn't been used for quite some time. It was a dull grey and had accumulated a fine layer of dust from its lack of use. 'I'm not tired, and yet I have no desire to continue working tonight.' Tails thought to himself as he approached the Tornado II. Memories of past adventures with Sonic and the others began to rise up from the depths of the young fox's work addled brain. He recalled the times he and Sonic had thwarted Eggman's plans over and over again.

Tails stretched out a gloved hand as if to caress the cold, lifeless steel form before him, but as his hand grew closer to the metallic behemoth, a shiver began to travel throughout his body. He touched the Tornado II and began to quiver uncontrollably, as an ominous air began to fill the workshop. He drew back his hand shivering once more for it felt as if he had not touched the familiar cold steel of the plane, but as if he had touched the cold, cruel blade of the Reaper.

Tails jumped as a bright flash illuminated the workshop's windows, he looked out the window as the thunder followed after and saw a tree falling over, he was surprised at how close the lightning had struck, because the tree was only about 10 feet from his workshop. Tails saw a shadowed figure out in the storm, a mere two feet from the fallen tree, he blinked twice and rubbed his eyes, he was sure his mind was playing tricks on his eyes.

Afterwards he looked out the window and saw nothing but a cold grey sheet of rain. He continued to peer out the window searching for the figure. Another bolt of lightning lit up the surrounding area, the figure was nowhere to be seen. "I knew I was seeing things." Tails mumbled as he closed his eyes.

He started to walk away from the window when another flash lit up the workshop, creating a shadow of the young fox, when another quick flash drew his attention to a second shadow, longer than his, indicating a second presence. Tails quickly turned around but saw no one else in the large room. "I think I should turn the lights on." Tails whispered to himself as he slowly inched towards the light switch.

He decide to make a detour and headed for his tools, he slowly reached down and picked up a large wrench, and began moving towards the lights once again. Each step he took echoed loudly as does every sound during the stillness of night, he was a few steps away from the lights when he heard a loud clattering sound. Tails could clearly make out the sound of his tools clattering and noticed more than one seemed to be missing, for he himself often knocked it over while working late into the night.

Without thinking he ran the remaining five feet to the light switch and stretched out a hand but as he did he could hear the sound of an object flying toward him, as his hand drew closer towards the switch, so too, did the object draw ever closer Tails' hand was mere centimeters away from the switch when the flying object collided with it, the object was a screwdriver, a Philips Cross-slot, but the object did not fall to the ground after it had struck the fox's hand, for it had pierced it.

Tails quickly dropped the wrench he had armed himself with and gripped the sleek, black handle of the screwdriver, planning on removing it, but as he gripped it searing pain ripped through his body. He screamed in agony at every little twist, every little jiggle of the tool, piercing the flesh and bone of the poor fox, caused extreme unbearable pain. He fell to his knees and clasped his wrist trying to keep his injured hand steady along with the screwdriver. As he knelt there Tails could hear the sound of the approaching footsteps of his assailant. He sat there, frozen with fear, as the footsteps grew louder one thought raced through his mind, 'Why is this happening to me!'

"Why are you doing this, who are you?" Tails screamed without turning his head. Another footstep is the only answer he receives, Tails whimpers, still clutching his wrist, as he hears the sound a heavy metal object being dragged along the cold, grey cement floor a few feet away. Tails began to turn his head in an attempt to see his attacker. The only thing he saw was the end of a wrench just before it struck, the last sound he heard was the sound of the metal connecting with his skull. His vision began to fade, darkness swirling a few inches in front of him, slowly closing in. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the crimson stream seeping from his wounds.

Tails coughed, spitting blood as he tried to tilt his head in any direction, only to find it secured in place by the vice fixed to his workbench, He coughed again the taste of copper filled his mouth, he rolled his eyes around trying to search the room. His eyes widened as a dark figure he could only assume was his assailant, came into view. "Who are you?" Tails asked in a raspy voice. The figure responded by grasping the handle of the vice and slowly turning it tightening the grip it had on the fox's throat. Tails whimpered as pain coursed through his body, the air was forced from his lungs. The grip of the vice loosened slightly. "Who are you?"Tails asked again, he felt pain as the figure twisted the screwdriver handle still lodged in his hand.

As the figure gripped Tails' wrist with his free hand, Tails began to flail his free arm and legs trying to strike the figure. Tails cried out as his hand was jerked into the air held only by the screwdriver, tears began to run down his face as he tightly closed his eyes. When he opened them again he saw the screwdriver and his hand poised above his head, with the hand of the figure holding it steady. Tails' eyes fixed on the metallic implement suspended above him, his heart started beating faster as he awaited his final breath. The last thing he saw was the crimson stained spike as it began to fall towards his face, driven by the hand of the shadowed figure.

The young fox stopped flailing his limbs and became limp, as the shadowy figure laughed at his deed. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a list , making a check mark next to the fox's name with his blood.

A/N: Well Tails is dead please review...and as always flames are welcome as well as polite criticism. No Sonic bashing... that's my job...

VD:Yay Tails is dead!

Sonic: NOOOOOO! Tails, my little buddy...Wait, what happened to Avatar?

VD: I am know by many names... and I grew bored of it.

Sonic chuckles to himself...

VD: What is it?

Sonic: Your initials are VD...laughs

VD: Shut up...