Red Christmas
3: Intimidate and Mutilate

There's a thick, heavy silence that fills the room as I close the distance between me and the disgusting little mutant. He's in tears, shaking, and the rabbit's slave is threatening me using one-word sentences.

Annoying.

As I step closer, the chao takes off, flying at me at full speed – I swat it aside as I keep moving, not bothering to watch it careen into the wall nearby. I can hear it moaning like a sick animal as it writhes in pain on the floor, and it feels like only a second before I'm already standing over the fox.

"Why?" He squeaks, backing up on all fours. I corner him with a smile, and just revel in his panicked behavior.

"Because it's so much fun, Miles." I state in a sickly-sweet tone. I lean over and roughly pick him up by his namesakes, smearing the rabbit's blood all over his orange fur. It's actually not a bad look for him. ".. Miles."

"Miles, Miles, Miles. Always so needy, always lacking in confidence. Was it really a fear of failure that always kept you by Sonic's side?"

He doesn't fight back. He never does unless Sonic's there to support him. Ever.

Fucking wuss.

While I'm dragging the boy down the hallway by his tails, I'm silent. I can hear the little freak show crying behind me when he takes in the sight of the red speckles and stains of blood all over the walls, and I smile to myself. It feels… nice to cause others' pain and suffering. Now I understand why Eggman is always so hell-bent on taking over the world.

There's nothing like this sensation, this feeling of euphoria.

It makes everything I've started feel so right.

It's only a few moments before we're in the kitchen. The fox is in hysterics now, seeing the rabbit dead in the corner, her face bashed in and the cap of her skull still split and dangling. I pause to look at it too, and then keep walking. It's still a beautiful sight to behold.

"You always acted so independent, but when Sonic came home, you were right by his side yet again. Was it just a façade?"

There's blood all over the floor, and I don't hesitate to drag the mutant right through it, inwardly grinning as he screams about how he can't get it out of his fur.

I bet he's already said that line too many times to him.

Lifting the fox up again when I reach the counter, I drop him into the empty sink, and then grab the tuft of fur on his chest, pulling him up to face me. He struggles against me for a second but only succeeds in slipping on blood droplets that had found their way into the sink.

I pull him closer and tighten my grip when he whimpers, and I just grin and tilt my head.

God, it's so fun to watch this boy squirm.

"Were you really too afraid to stand on your own two feet? Or did you always stay by his side to satisfy his pedophilic desires of faggotry? Were you really his 'little bro?' Or was that just a pet name for his underage sex toy? Did you enjoy it when he touched you in places and fucked you from behind like the freakshow dog you are? Or did he screw you missionary style to prove to the world that he can take his time emptying his fucking load? You loved it, didn't you Tails? …I bet you did. Didn't you?"

I bring his sniveling face up to mine and the thrust him backwards, now he's sitting on the drain. Realizing what I'm about to do, he tries to scramble out of the sink in a last-ditch effort to escape, but I easily overpower him and give him a powerful blow to the jaw, leaving him stunned for a good moment.

Taking advantage of his dazed state, I stuff his tails down the drain with a sneer.

"I know you did."

Reaching up, I place my finger on the switch nearby.

"Didn't you."

The orange fox lowered his head in silence. He didn't utter a single word.

But I heard him loud and clear.

Flick.

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Risen, 2009