Whooo! I'm on a role! I don't know when I'm gonna end this fic, but that's half the fun of making it up as you go, ne? Not knowing when you're down to the last chapter...

well, anyways, here's the next angst-filled installment for ya!

Disclaimer: I own Dark, and everyone's past. (and Sonic's death! Yay!)

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H-he killed him...Tails...he-

It seemed like it'd taken forever for this one little fact to click inside my head.

All this time I'd been doting on my brother. My brother. A lying, traitorous brother who, it had seemed, wanted the world to end. How could I have been so blind? Why couldn't I see the truth? I could, it seems, see what would happen in the near future with the help of my cards, but I couldn't see the deception right in front of my eyes.

This fact seemed to finally register in Tails' mind as well.

He dropped the gun he'd been holding, making a soft thud on the carpet and slowly bent down to touch the dead hedgehog. He was real. This was real.

Tails killed Sonic.

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A strange sound came from Tails in that instance. A terrifying, wailing sound that wanted this reality to fade. For them to wake up from this hellish nightmare and see that it wasn't actually reality.

For Sonic to be zipping all over the place as cheerful as ever.

But that reality was long gone.

This. This was the true nature of the world now. A cruel, frozen world where someone you thought was a friend would turn out to be your greatest enemy.

Life really is a bitch.

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Are you sure you don't want to die now? Amethyst Dalia Rose? My eyes widened in shock. No one had ever called me by myr full name before. To my friends I'd always been Amy. But to Dark...to Dark I was so much more.

How can these things happen? I asked; heartbroken. I no longer cared that Dark was the enemy. Right now I just needed someone to listen to my words. And Dark just happened to be there. This is the true nature of all animals. She replied simply. In the beginning it was kill, or be killed. Why should it be any different now?

I bit back bitter stinging tears as I thought about what she'd just said. Is that really all there is in the world? Murderers and victims? The only thing that you can truly guarantee in life...is that you'll die.

Dark was right.

Death is the only thing for me now...but what about Tails? and Shadow? I don't want them to die. I can't die yet! I shook myself. Yes. Sonic was never really there for me. But Tails and Shadow? Yes. They're here to support me. I can't end my life. There'll be so many happy times in the future...

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Will they really be happy? Dark again.

How can they possibly be happy when they know fully well the end of the world is growing closer, still? I told you. Nothing's invincible! Tails will fix me! And then...then we can live the rest of our lives in happiness.

What of your brother's death?

Who cares?

I stood up and walked over to Tails, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me. His eyes were deathly cold. He'd been exposed to the world like it really was, and had hardened to adapt to his new environment.

Tails would never be the same.

Or would be?

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One thing was for certain. We couldn't stay here.

Any second now there could be people wanting to investigate the source of the gunshots. They'd burst in here and find their...their Savior dead. The carpet soaked in his blood.

Once the authorities figured out who it was, There would be no places of welcome for us.

Except for maybe one.

Only a select few knew that Angel island existed. It floated far above the normal world of anthros and humans. We were a very large portion of that select few.

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Yes, news would eventually find its way to the island's guardian, Knuckles, and he'd learn that we'd killed Sonic. We would no longer be welcome, and Knuckles may end up accidentally telling someone anyways.

He'd have to be silenced shortly after our arrival.

Yes. The police would be hard-pressed to find any evidence of where we were going. It's not like any of this had been planned originally. Us? Calculative, cold-blooded murderers?

No.

That's not what we'd been when Tails killed sonic. Maybe it was now, though.

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Hardly any of Tails' belongings were coming with us to the island. There was food though.

Lots of food.

The food would run out eventually, but it could hold us for several months while we figured out where the food on the island was.

The only other things that we'd be taking with us was a few changes of clothes for me, Shadow's chaos emerald, a select few tools for taking care of the tornado III in case there were technical difficulties, and of course, the tornado III itself.

I know that the heavily modified Bi-Plane must have brought back bitter memories of when Tails had first met Sonic and seen the plane, but it was our only mode of air-transport.

We had to take it.

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Finally, we were able to go. The top of Tails' house opened up and a runway appeared leading to the dark night sky.

Not a star was in sight as we launched into the pitch black space before us. Our destination was escape, and our flight there was going to be long, lonely and freezing.

I don't think that I've ever had worse days. I thought with a bitter laugh.

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Well, I don't really know where I was meaning to go with this chapter, but I figured 'Tails killed sonic. They'd be stupid to stay in the house with a hedgehog squirting out blood and a gun in hands when the police arrived.' So then it became this. R&R please. (I suppose my super-fast updating is a way of saying: sorry for being a lazy bitch and not updating sooner.)

Ciao. and may all your days be filled with dark fanfics like this that make no sense :)