Prologue
You know it's funny how the world works. It seems that no matter how good you are, no matter how fast, or smart, or strong you are, there's always a time when you slip up. You make a mistake maybe that's normal for you, maybe not. Maybe the mistake is something you naturally do, maybe it's something you normally would know better then to do. There's a saying "To err is natural." I wonder if whoever said it knew that at one point in your life you're going to make a fatal mistake one that puts yours or someone else's life in danger. One that you can never undo.
Take me for example I'm the fastest thing alive, or maybe I was I'm not sure. Am I dead? I should be. It's funny today started just any other. I guess that's how it always is, you never know when something is going to go wrong until it does. Heh heh-ack! It hurts to laugh, heck it hurts to breathe. Anyway I was running somewhere in Central City, Then I saw him, just some kid, a Rabbit I think, maybe it was a Fox I'm not sure it's hard to think straight right now. Either way I guess he forgot to look both ways before crossing the street. He walked right onto the road just as car was rushing by. So I did what any super speeding hedgehog would do. I ran, grabbed him, and stopped at the side walk. Unfortunately whoever was driving the car must have seen him and tried to swerve out of the way at the same time I grabbed him, And of course the driver just so happened to swerve in the direction of where I ended up. It would have made sense for me to get hit then, there's no way I could have predicted what happened, but I guess my reflexes were to good for that. Heh, reflexes, an automatic instinctual reaction designed to make your body react in a faster time then it would take for your brain to process what was going on. It's supposed to get you out of danger before you realize your even in danger. Didn't work this time, I reacted sure, heck it probably looked really cool, me pulling a back flip while twisting in mid-air with a kid in my arms. To bad it put me right in the path of a semi. I had two choices then: Try to jump out of the way on the slim chance that both me and the kid manage to get out of the trucks path before it crashes into us, or throw the kid out of the way and, sacrifice any chance of me escaping. Now that I think about it I didn't really have a choice. The last thing I remember is throwing the kid, and praying to whatever god is out there, that he makes it out okay. Then nothing. Just blackness. Then I woke up just now, and here I am, lying in the middle of the street, bleeding, hoping the kids okay. I can't feel my left arm for some reason. Oh! There it is! Heh heh heh, right in front of me heh heh heh he- argh! I'm feeling really tired now. I know I should try to stay awake, but I really don't want to. I'll just close my eyes for a few seconds. I'm sure I'll be fine.
Well it looks like I'm doing things on a more serious note this time around, also this'll be my first POV fic so we'll see how it goes
On the off chance that someone from SEGA decides to read this I am here by stating that I don't own Sonic, if I did Tails would have bigger roles and be playable more often (Hint Hint).