Yet another chapter of this fanfic. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Tails really didn't want to leave Sonic without any help, but he had to respect his wishes. He got up and ran into Sonic's room, where he saw a bloodstain on the wall and shivers ran down his spine. He decided not to think about that until he hid, so he quickly grabbed a small black blanket that smelled like cigarette smoke, crawled under the bed into a dark corner, and covered himself up with the blanket. "All right, fox kid, where are you?" Oh, no… Ogilvie was awake…! Tails had to stay as quiet as possible. Ogilvie angrily stalked into the room, looking everywhere for Tails, and all Tails could do was try to silence his breathing as much as possible. As the amount of light in the room wasn't very adequate, the black blanket helped Tails camouflage himself.

"Y'know, I killed a man in this room!" exclaimed Ogilvie, sending shivers down Tails' spine yet again. "Hmm, well, I shouldn't say that I killed him. Sonic did that! And that's the only thing for which he has my thanks! The trauma from that created me after all!" Tails felt his heart skip a beat when Ogilvie said that Sonic killed a man. "You know who that man was, fox cub? It was my uncle. Sonic killed him because he was abusing me. It hurt. A lot. And Sonic finally got fed up after he tried to commit suicide, and so he killed him, thus creating me in all my glory!"

It was weird listening to Ogilvie speak about Sonic. He switched between first and third person randomly and freely. Tails realized that Ogilvie and Sonic were sharing the same body, but Ogilvie seemed to have less of a sense of what was him and what was Sonic. "I don't know if you can see what I'm doing right now, but if you can, do you see this pistol?" Tails uncovered his eyes for an instant and saw a pistol in Ogilvie's hand. "This is what Sonic used to kill him, and what I've used to kill many, many more people. Oh, what's that? You wanna see how it works? I'll gladly show you!" He let loose an insane laugh, one that reminded Tails of a bully he used to have to deal with, and fired the pistol.

For the millisecond it took the bullet to hit its mark, Tails wondered where he had fired it, until he heard it hit the wall right next to his head, but he didn't scream, or even yelp. He couldn't. "Where the hell are you?" yelled Ogilvie, rather frustrated. He fired the pistol again, this time coming within only a quarter inch of Tails' head, and Tails had to use an immeasurable amount of effort not to scream. It was so scary! He closed his eyes, cringing, waiting for the next gunshot to come, thinking about happy times with his uncle, but when the gunshot never came, he opened his eyes and pulled the cover down. He didn't see anything. Either Ogilvie had left the room or—

"Hey, there!" Ogilvie was under the bed with him, and his eyes met Tails' straight on. They were Sonic's eyes, but somehow… they weren't. Tails couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off about Ogilvie's eyes. They scared him. They really did. "Did you really think you could hide from me?" He put the pistol on Tails' forehead, ready to fire. "Hey, Sonic, you might wanna wake up to see this! I'm gonna kill an innocent and helpless child, and there's nothing you can do about it!" It took all of Sonic's effort to keep Ogilvie from pulling the trigger on the gun. "Tails! You need to run, knock me out, or whatever! Just do something! I can't keep him at bay much longer!"

For situations like this, Tails had made a couple of sleeping darts. He quickly reached and pulled one out from between his tails. "This might sting!" he exclaimed as he stuck the dart in Ogilvie's… or Sonic's… or whoever's neck. Whichever one was currently present yelped in pain as he could see his eyes start to close. "You… bitch…" muttered Ogilvie as he lost consciousness. Tails yanked the dart out of Sonic's neck and started to push him out from under the bed. When they were out, Tails grabbed Sonic's limp hand and started to fly upward. He set him down on the bed and covered him up. "Nice and cozy," said Tails as he left the room. "Hopefully you're Sonic when you wake up."

The part of the mind that Ogilvie called Sonic's little corner… That's where Sonic was right then… It was a frightening place… Just a steel room, no more than six by six inches… And he was alone in there… Alone and afraid… Afraid of Ogilvie… Afraid of everything Ogilvie made him do… And yet he could see every atrocity committed by his evil alternate personality, and it horrified him… And every day, he cried…

When he willed it enough, he could escape from the steel room, but whenever he did, he would have to fight with Ogilvie. While Sonic knew this was all just an illusion made by his mind, he just couldn't break free of it… Their fights would often get physical, and Sonic could feel the pain, even though the pain wasn't real… Was anything real? Could he have just imagined everything that happened in the past few days, weeks, months, or even years…? No, he knew it was real…

"Sonic, how ya doing right now?" asked Ogilvie. His voice came from nowhere. It always did. "I have a question for you. Why do you care about that bitchy kid so much?" Sonic sighed. "He only seems bitchy to you, Ogilvie. He's a nice kid, and you just have no sense of niceness… Whatever… You know how much I hate you? You almost shot the poor kid! He's only eight years old! You probably scarred him for life with that! He might even be crying right now!" He could just see Ogilvie rolling his eyes as he said, "I honestly don't give a shit! He's annoying as hell!"

"To you!" exclaimed Sonic. "I, on the other hand, find him very kind and entertaining! And now that I have a little boy to take care of, I'm gonna work tenfold as hard to put and keep you in this room! Forever!" Ogilvie chuckled. "I'd like to see that!" Sonic was getting irate. Very much so. He growled, willing the room around him to disappear so much that it dissipated right around him as he stood up and punched, and his punch landed straight on Ogilvie's face. "Bastard! I'm gonna work so hard to get rid of you! I don't know how or when, but you're gonna go away! Go curl up in a corner and die, Ogilvie!" And the two of them started fighting.

Tails was watching Sonic as he slept, not in any kind of perverted way, but he was worried about the poor hedgehog. He was tossing and turning in his sleep, and he would always mutter things, switching between his two personalities endlessly. He felt so sorry for him. "What did he go through to make him like this?" Tails asked himself. "Did his uncle really treat him that badly? I just can't believe someone as nice as Sonic was driven to kill a man, all for the sake of stopping the suffering, and in turn, it just caused him more suffering…"

Tails fell backwards, landing on Sonic's legs. If the chemical in the darts wasn't so strong, Sonic probably would have been woken up by that, but he wasn't. Even if he was awoken, and Ogilvie ended up being the one in control, Tails hid his knife and gun somewhere that he couldn't get to them. "Why am I helping him, though? I only just met him, so why do I feel an attachment toward him?" Tails didn't know the answer, and while pondering this, he fell asleep as well…

Sonic woke up and looked at his clock. 12:07 AM, it said. He felt so groggy, and his head was throbbing like crazy. "What did Tails do to me?" he asked. He tried to get up, but he saw the little fox cub laying on his legs, using one of his tails as a pillow and another as a blanket. He looked so cute like that. He was lightly snoring; it was just barely audible. "I'd better not disturb him…" So he laid back down, but even though he was groggy, he couldn't fall back asleep, and when he instinctively moved out of discomfort, he heard Tails stir. Both Tails and Sonic sat up, and Tails' eyes were half open as he said, "Morning, Sonic." He let out a large yawn and asked, "What time is it? It's still dark out."

Sonic looked at the clock again. "Two-eleven." Two-eleven? he thought. I was restless for that long? What was surprising to him was that Ogilvie didn't try to break through for that whole time. He had knocked him out, but he would have expected him to wake up by now. "In the morning?" asked Tails. "Man, I don't think I've ever woken up that early." Sonic hopped down out of the bed. "Well, I have. Many days." Tails, instead of getting off the bed, slid further back onto the pillow. "Hey, Sonic? Can I sleep on this? I'm still really tired…" And Sonic could tell. "I hadn't slept in two days." Oh, man… The poor kid hadn't slept in two days, hadn't eaten in three… What else was happening with him? Sonic couldn't very well refuse his request, so he nodded and replied, "Sure. No prob."

Tails grabbed one of the blankets on the bed and snuggled into the pillow as he covered himself up. "Sweet dreams, Tails," said Sonic. Tails smiled and responded, "Thanks, Sonic." And he closed his eyes, falling asleep within only a few more minutes. Sonic looked at the sleeping fox. His sleep looked so much more peaceful than his own. "Stop worrying about that damn kid!" yelled Ogilvie. Sonic immediately covered his mouth, hoping that didn't wake Tails up, but he was sleeping very deeply. Sonic ran out to the living room and whispered loudly, "Get out of my head!"

"That kid is none of my effin' business! So why are you helping him?"

"Because I can! That's why!"

"Where's my gun! I need to go kill that kid! That'll teach you a lesson!"

"No! If you kill him then I'll make sure you disappear! Well, actually, I'll make sure you disappear whether you do or not!"

Ogilvie sighed. "Why is it that, every time I try to reason with you, you just go and ignore me?" Sonic clenched his fists so hard that he almost pierced through his gloves with his nails as he replied, "You're an evil man, Ogilvie! I'm not about to listen to some bloodthirsty, drug-loving psychopath that has no other purpose in life but to make my own life like Hell!" Ogilvie just smiled and shook his head. "I may be making your life a living Hell, but I'm the only one who's providing us with any money whatsoever." Sonic stomped his foot on the ground as hard as he could, trying to let loose some of his anger so he didn't yell loud enough to wake Tails up.

"But that's blood money! I don't want that money! I want legitimate money! Money I've earned for and by myself! When you're permanently out of my head, I'm going to work so hard on improving my life so Tails will have a good home to live in, and not some dump in which the only source of income is some insane gangster! And I'd rather be living out on the streets than live with you!" That last exclamation pushed Ogilvie back into the corner. Never before had he experienced this much resistance from Sonic. It must be that fox that's giving him that determination… I need to get rid of that fox soon, or he'll be the death of me… Literally…

Sonic thought back to him, I can hear you, y'know! As long as Tails is under my protection, you're not gonna lay a finger on him! Got it, bastard! There was something Sonic needed to do to begin getting Ogilvie out of his mind, and that was to go for a run. "I hope Tails doesn't wake up and think I abandoned him…" he said as he quietly opened the door and closed it behind him. He started running around town at supersonic speeds and sighed in happiness as he did. It had been so long since he had just run for the heck of it, and it felt so good! He did that for hours, just trying as much as possible to relax. Yeah, he was sort of cold, but as long as he kept moving, he was fine. However, he only kept moving until he came to an empty lot.

The empty lot was the site of his house… Was… Back when he lived a happy life with his parents… until it was burnt down by two burglars… Sonic just stood there in front of the lot, trying to keep tears from coming. Then, even Ogilvie wanted to cry. That was the only thing he and Sonic had in common… The pain from losing his parents was the only thing that was even similar between the two of them. "I'd better get back home before Tails wakes up and starts worrying," said Sonic before a single tear hit the ground beneath him, already frozen, and he sped off.

When he got back home, he walked into his room. Tails was still sleeping, and it was about 7:30 AM. "Good thing I don't have school today," started Sonic. "because I just don't have the energy to deal with it." Usually, Ogilvie would be the one in school, slacking off and not getting anything done, and because of that, Sonic's grades had been steadily declining since fifth grade. He even got held back in eighth grade because he failed three classes. Ogilvie had a blatant disregard for anything educational. With how much Ogilvie was messing up school, Sonic was tempted to see if he could just test out. His IQ, while not as much as Tails', was still in the higher range: 111, and that was only in sixth grade, and he was a freshman this year.

"I don't need to think about school, though. I need to fix Tails some breakfast. He's probably starving by now." Sonic went into the kitchen, which was just one room with the dining room and living room, and started to cook some eggs and bacon. When he was nearly finished, he put four pieces of bread in the toaster, two for him, two for Tails. Having cooked for his uncle all the time, Sonic was very experienced with cooking, and he could do it rather well. Right as Sonic got done serving everything onto two plates, Tails awoke from his sleep, still a bit tired but feeling much more refreshed than earlier.

And that's when he smelled something delicious drifting into the room. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran into the living room/dining room/kitchen, where he saw an actual meal waiting for him at the table. "Oh, boy!" he exclaimed as he sat down across from Sonic, where there was a full plate sitting right there, along with a fork next to it and a cup of orange juice further back on the table. "Yeah! I can't wait to dig in!" Sonic, who was already eating, raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Well, why can't you dig in right away?" Tails slightly tilted his head to the side and responded, "Isn't it obvious? We've gotta say grace first!" Grace? Sonic hadn't said grace in years. In fact, he hadn't believed in God since he killed his uncle, but he decided to appease Tails and folded his hands as Tails did the same.

"Bless us, O Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen. Thank you, God, for this wonderful food, and thank you so much more for letting me meet someone as good as Sonic, and I pray that he gets better." He paused, waiting for Sonic to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth, at least not out of his mouth. "I don't wanna deal with this shit!" shouted Ogilvie. "Neither Sonic nor I believe in God, so quit your yapping and get the hell out! I don't give an effin' damn about that stupid deity of yours!" Tails looked very offended as he quietly did the Sign of the Cross on himself and started eating while Sonic tried to apologize. "I'm sorry, Tails! That wasn't me! You know that, right?"

Tails knew that, but he was still hurt by what Ogilvie said. "I know… I know… Can I ask you something…? Why don't you believe in God?" Ogilvie honestly had no reason to lie about that, and Tails could tell he wasn't lying. Sonic really didn't believe in God. Sonic sighed, trying to say it in the nicest way possible. "If God exists, then why doesn't He try to help me? Even when I was younger and I would pray to Him every night to end the suffering, nothing good would happen. Everything just ended up getting progressively worse. If God really did exist, then He'd be trying to help me right now, not just leave me be in this state I'm in right now…"

Sonic did have good reasons not to believe, but he once believed, and that was enough for Tails to try and persuade him to believe once again. "But Sonic, He'll probably help you if you give Him one more chance." Sonic closed his eyes, as he was getting somewhat angry. "Don't try to convince me otherwise, Tails," he ordered. "But—" was all Tails could get out before Sonic opened his eyes and shouted, "I said don't!" Tails was taken aback by this outburst, and Sonic sighed once more. "I'm sorry. Religion is a very touchy subject for me… I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring it up again. I don't mind if you say grace or pray at night or whatever good Christians do, but please, don't try to convince me." Tails just found it scary that Sonic had just gotten mad at him, and not Ogilvie. He could tell it was Sonic because of his eyes. They weren't… messed up like Ogilvie's

The two of them ate the rest of their breakfasts in silence, but while Sonic was fuming inside his mind, Tails was just trying to figure out why he hated religion so much.

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-Camobamo1