Hey guys, quick update this time, huh? The Shame Game is slowly, but surely, coming to it's end, and I'm going to whip out an ending that you would have never expected!
I hope this wasn't that long of a wait for you guys!
Enjoy!
-x-
So, we were all here waiting at the park for Scourge. By all of us, I mean Knuckles, Sonic, Silver, Shadow and I. It was already six thirty and Scourge hadn't showed up yet. We were all growing quite impatient, especially Shadow, since he promised Skye that he would be with her right now before the unwanted news came up, which explains why I didn't want to tell him about the fight. I mean, I would have been fine here just with the three before mentioned people, and Shadow really didn't have to come.
"What's taking this green shit so long?" Shadow asked to no one in general. He was really starting to get annoyed.
"I don't know, he said he'd be here at six. We were already here at what, five thirty waiting for him?" I replied, looking up at the sky. Due to the fact that it was still winter time, it was already starting to get dark out. I sat down on the park bench next to Sonic, who was occupying himself by playing air guitar to the music coming from the single ear bud that he had lodged into his ear.
"Sonic, do you think we're able to handle these guys?" I asked quietly, trying to avoid catching the attention of the others.
"Sorry?" Sonic replied, taking the ear bud out of his ear.
I sighed. "Do you think we're capable of handling these guys?"
Sonic didn't say a word for about a whole minute. His facial expression was stuck; he looked like he was thinking hard on how to answer the question that I had just asked. "Tails, are you getting nervous about this?"
His tone wasn't sarcastic or humiliating, it was thoughtful and concerned. Of course I was nervous though. I mean, Scourge was the one that stabbed me just a few months ago. He's also the one that's been a threat to Amy and me since day one. There were so many things that I was worried about, and they were all dawning on me now. I should have declined the offer to fight instead of jumping at it. I wasn't gonna let Sonic and the rest of them know that I was worried, though. No way in hell. "...No."
"How is Scourge even attending Station Square High?" Silver asked from the grass that he and Knuckles were sitting on, "Didn't he get expelled after he, you know... Stabbed you?"
I shrugged, not really caring about that ordeal. I mean, I cared a lot about the fact that he stabbed me, but it never dawned on me how he got back into the school, though. It's not like I really cared, either.
"Shadow, toss me a cigarette." I demanded. I realized that I sounded rude when asking, but I took it that Shadow understood where my mentality must have been because instead of commenting about my snarky attitude, he walked over to me and handed me a cigarette. I took it and lit it up, inhaling the toxic fumes that it excreted. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Shadow said, lighting up a cigarette of his own. He sat down next to Sonic and I, and I looked at Sonic. He was making a face at the smell of the cigarette and got up to join Knuckles and Silver on the grass.
"Sorry, Sonic." I apologized. He simply gave me a smile and a thumb up as he sat down on the grass. I looked to Shadow, who was thoughtfully inhaling his smoke.
"You ready for a fight, Tails?" Shadow asked me, his voice dripping with concern. Talk about out of character, but I guess he did have the grounds to be worried. I mean, he was my legal guardian, at least until I turned eighteen.
"Yeah, I guess so." I replied, taking another drag from my cigarette. Shadow stared off into the distance and suddenly stood up, cracking his knuckles.
"They're here," He declared. I stood up and the rest of our group did the same. I followed Shadow's gaze and saw Fiona Fox turning the corner into the park. Behind her must've been Scourge and his crew. I cracked my knuckles, waiting for them to show up. I was almost certain that they would have been behind her. But she kept walking, she was getting farther and farther from the corner that she turned, and she was getting closer to us.
And nobody was trailing behind her.
Shadow sat back down on the bench, emitting growls from his throat when he realized that it was a false alarm. I stood my ground though, looking around at every corner of the park, to make sure that this wasn't an ambush. Fiona could have very easily been a distraction for all of us to look at while the rest of their crew surrounded us. But as I looked around the park, and saw that nobody was there, I started doubting my thoughts. What really made me doubt them though, was that I heard sniffling when Fiona came closer. Was she crying?
She came really close to me and I saw that her eyes were red and puffy, and the fur on her face was matted from the tears. She collapsed onto me and I caught her, one hundred and ten percent ready to let her use my chest as a place to cry on. Sonic got up and came up to us, then proceeded to rub her back.
"Hey, are you okay?" Sonic asked, his voice had more concern in it then I had ever heard before. Fiona shook her head into my chest, sobbing even louder. She looked up at me and for the first time I really took in her eye color. They were blue, and really pretty indeed.
"Scourge broke up with me," Fiona whispered, more to me than anybody else. I nodded and wrapped my arms around her, taking the last drag of my cigarette before tossing it to the floor.
-x-
"Thanks for letting me say at your place for the night, Shadow." Fiona said. We were in my room and I was setting up a make-shift bed on the floor for me to occupy for the night. The fact was, Fiona lived with Scourge but she didn't want to see him at the moment.
"Any time, Fiona," Shadow replied with a smile. He shot me a look that shouted out don't you dare try anything and left, closing the door behind him. I rolled my eyes and took off my shirt, falling onto the make-shift bed that I had just made.
I reached into my jean pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up. Fiona opened the window so that it would air the room out and not leave it smelling horrid. I smiled at her in appreciation and took a drag from my cigarette.
"I'm sorry about Scourge," I genuinely apologized. I looked up at Fiona and saw that she was sitting on my bed in a tight ball, just looking at me. She looked really sad.
I got up and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her. I put my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. "Hey... He wasn't worth it, okay?"
She nodded and rested her head on my chest, sniffing a little. I just sat there in silence and rubbed her back, but something about her got to me. Her scent was intoxicating, for some reason it felt like it was taking over my mind, and my body. I couldn't control it, but I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead. She looked up at me with a surprised expression on her face, but her eyes were thankful. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red, and by how hot mine were feeling, I guessed that my cheeks were red, too.
What happened next I wasn't expecting, though. Fiona pushed me back onto my bed and sat on top of me in the straddle position. I was too shocked to even stop her when she bent down and started kissing me gingerly on the lips. Her kissing was hungry, as if she was craving attention, craving to feel loved. I could only imagine the stage of neglect that Scourge had displayed for her. What was she to him, an object?
I felt my lips curve with hers and pretty soon I was kissing her back. We were exploring each other's mouths and my hands were exploring her body. I opened my eyes to look into hers but saw that her eyes were closed, which must have meant that she was enjoying the kiss. But something in the back of my mind, something in the depths of my consciousness was telling me that this was wrong. And I knew it was. Amy would be so pissed if she found out about this, especially after that little episode of yours at the mall, it kept saying. It was constantly reminding me about Amy, and kept telling me that playing with this girl's feelings was a horrible thing to do.
But I continued telling my conscious to shut up. I mean, seriously, Amy broke up with me, which made me single. Instead of mourning my loss, I should have been putting myself out there and finding somebody else. And here in front of me sat a beautiful girl, who was giving herself away to me. It was like, a gift given from God. Something to help me get over my loss while at the same time enabling me to enjoy myself and have fun. What else could anyone possibly ask for?
But, as soon as it was started, it finished. Fiona eventually broke the kiss, got up from the bed and stretched her hands to the sky. Then she let out a yawn that signalled that she was getting tired, which made me let out a chuckle. I didn't laugh because it was funny, but I laughed at how cute she was acting.
She looked at me and smiled, her face was deep red from all the kissing.
"Tails?" She started, her breath almost coming out like a whisper, "Do you have a shirt I can wear to bed?"
I got up and walked to my closet, opening it up. Then after searching for a few moments, I pulled out a tee shirt that I usually liked to wear, but didn't mind her wearing. I handed it to her and froze, because I didn't know what to do.
"Turn around, Tails?" Fiona asked, letting out a laugh, "I have to change."
"Oh yeah," I stuttered out, turning around and feeling my face get all hot. I really had to fight the urge to turn around and watch, I dunno, puberty kicking in or something, I guess. Whatever it was, it was hard to fight, and come to think of it, I hadn't gotten laid since that day on the hill with Amy in October, or something.
When she said I could turn around, I obviously did. She had stripped off her skinny jeans and the hoody that she was wearing. She was only in my shirt, and it was kind of big on her. It came down to just past her butt, but it looked really cute on her. I looked at the floor and saw her laced bra just hanging on top of her skinny jeans, which was now just a lumpy pile of clothes. Seeing her bra made me blush even deeper if that was possible. I looked up at her and she smiled, walking up to me and giving me a peck on the lips.
"Thanks for being the nicest guy ever, Tails." She whispered after our kiss. I hugged her and kissed her forehead, just to savour the moment.
"No problem, Fiona." I replied.
-x-
I was with Amy and we were in a hospital for some reason. The room we were in was really weird; it had an almost nostalgic feel to it. I looked around to see my surroundings and realized that I was lying in the bed. I looked down to observe my body and saw that it had multiple stab and slash wounds across it. It scared the shit out of me, because I didn't remember anything that happened before that would lead up to me getting so mangled.
Then I looked up at Amy. She looked like she had been crying, but her face was twisted in an angry way. She didn't look like she was crying tears of sadness, but crying simply because she was so angry. This really scared me, because I had never seen Amy so upset. I reached up to hold her hand but she swatted it away forcefully. This made me quickly pull my hand back and protect myself from any further damage.
"Don't touch me!" Amy screamed, her voice cracking in every place that it shouldn't, "Don't fucking touch me!"
It was terrifying. I felt my heart start to increase rate at a rapid incline. I was scared, not for my life but for Amy.
"What did I do?" I whimpered, using my hands as a shield to my face in case of any unannounced attacks from her.
"You should know, you pig!" Amy screamed, hitting me in the arm. I felt my heart start to skip beats, and it felt like I was being winded, but I had to know.
"What did I do?" I tried again, this time with a little more aggression. Amy continued to hit me and pound me. Her face was twisting to an even angrier look.
"I hate you," She said, "I hate you!"
I started feeling her words cut through me, but I wasn't about to allow her to do this to me. She broke up with me, she broke my heart, and I wasn't going to allow her to hurt me anymore.
"I don't even know who you are anymore!" Amy yelled, taking a compact out of her purse and chucking it at me. I opened it to look in the mirror but the reflection startled me. I looked like I did before. I had my hair in my face and I looked dead, but I had a few things on my face that I didn't have before. I had scars and definite marks of battle in my face, and my eyes looked like they lead to no window of any soul. I looked hideous in my eyes.
"Amy, don't go!" I exclaimed, realizing that she was starting to disappear. I felt my heart start to get slower and slower, "I'm sorry for whatever I did!"
"Remember, Tails," Amy said as she disappeared. Her voice was getting calmer and calmer, "You killed yourself for me."
And then as she fully disappeared, I heard the steady beeping noise of a heart monitor going dead.
Suddenly I sat right up on the mattress that I had laid out on the floor the night before. I looked around myself and saw that I was in my own room again. It had all been a dream. A dream that had affected me, nonetheless, as I realized that I was covered in sweat and needed a shower. I stood up and stretched, looking around me to see where Fiona was. She wasn't in my bed, but I smelled bacon and eggs being cooked downstairs. I smiled and walked into the bathroom, taking off my jeans and boxers. I made a mental note not to wear jeans to bed ever again, because it felt very restricting.
I hopped into the shower and turned the water on hot. I needed a nice, warm shower to calm me down from the nightmare that I had, because I defiantly did not want to go to school in such a bad mind set, and skipping was out of the question. There was no way that I was gonna have another meeting with the principal on the account of a silly dream. No way in hell.
The water rushed over my body and I felt my stress drip off of me with it. I was already quickly forgetting about the dream, and Fiona started flooding my mind. She wasn't at all a bad girl, and maybe to ultimately get over what had happened a week ago, I needed to try and get over Amy. She really did mess me up and I kind of lost myself for a few months there.
And plus, she was still at that school trip, so that just meant that I really didn't have to worry about her.
I got out of the shower and shook out my fur, making sure to get most of the water out. Then I dried myself with my towel and threw my boxers on. I decided that I would brush my teeth after I ate breakfast.
I threw my towel over my shoulder and turned the door knob, expecting to see the empty upstairs hallway of Shadow's house, but what I saw wasn't expected. I saw Fiona there, waiting to walk in, in nothing but her panties and her bra. My face instantly turned a few shades redder, and I wrapped my towel around my waist quickly to hide my hormones.
"Sorry," Fiona said, walking up to me and slyly kissing my lips.
"It's okay," I stuttered, still in shock. I knew my eyes were wide and that I probably looked like an owl, but I really didn't care at that moment.
"Where are the towels?" Fiona asked. She sounded like nothing had just happened, and that turned me on so much.
"In the cupboard, to the left of you," I said. She smiled and turned around, bending over to retrieve the towel. I really knew that if she turned around at this moment that I would look like a pig, but I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly shaped ass.
"Tails?" She asked, still bending over, "Do you mind if I borrow a pair of your boxers to wear today? I don't have any of my stuff, I'm thinking of going after school to Scourge's place to pack my bags."
"N-no problem," I stuttered before turning around and walking into my room to change. I closed my door and locked it, and I felt some blood trickle out of my nose from the excitement. I quickly took my towel and pressed it against my nose to stop the bleeding while looking for a pair of pants to wear. It would be a great embarrassment for anybody to see me in the state that I was in clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers.
I quickly located a pair of washed jeans and slipped them on. I fumbled around with the button before finally buttoning it and zipping them up. Then I found a red polo shirt and threw it on, putting a black hoody on top. I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked like I did a few days ago when I got out of the hospital. I knew that I should have looked better by now, but I didn't think much about it.
I walked down the stairs with the now bloody towel and sat in the kitchen. Shadow was already there and he was already eating some of the food. He saw my towel and looked at me.
"Don't tell me that you tried something again," He asked. He must have been talking about Fiona or something, because he knew that I had quit cutting when I got out of the hospital.
"No way, man," I chuckled, sitting down beside him and grabbing some of the food.
-x-
I was sitting in class, and to tell you the honest truth, I wasn't enjoying it. I picked up my bag and started searching through it for a distraction, but nothing really interested me. Then I stumbled onto something that I had forgotten about, a red notepad that was showing signs of age. Curious as to what it was, I opened the book to read the pages. I then realized that this was my lyric book that I had spent the last few months scribbling in, and I was relieved to see it. I hadn't looked at what I wrote for a while.
I started to read everything that I wrote down and some of the lyrics brought a smile to my face. Some of the songs that I wrote were simply for fun, and I started chuckling at them, realizing the mental state that I must had been when I wrote them. Then when I got to the last page in the notepad, I saw red stains splashed unevenly around the page. It scared me a bit, but I forced back the urge to close the book and squinted my eyes to read what I had wrote down when I was bleeding.
And girl, you're driving me so crazy.
I gasped and shut the book quickly, throwing it back in my bag. It finally dawned on me that I had written that the night that I tried to kill myseld, and realizing such things isn't an easy task. I quickly zipped my bag, as if to shield the memories from coming out, but it wasn't working as well as I thought it would.
"Miles, are you okay?"
I looked up to see my teacher staring straight at me from her desk, and the whole class was looking straight at me. They all must have witnessed my small freak out session, so I had to buy myself out of vicinity.
"May I be excused?" I asked the teacher and she nodded. I zipped up my bag and got up, pulling it around my shoulders. Then I promptly left the room, feeling all of my class mates' glares on me.
I quickly left the school and left the school grounds, feeling the need for a cigarette steadily increasing. When I reached the line that distinguished the school property and the other, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Seeing the bloody poem was a really low blow to the balls, not to mention that it killed my ego a bit.
I strolled over to sit on a rock so that I could enjoy the cigarette a bit more. I was going to continue to ponder over my thoughts, but all was interrupted as I saw a green hedgehog, who was sporting a pair of ripped jeans and a leather jacket walking my way. It was Scourge, and as much as I didn't want to admit at that moment, we had some unfinished business that we were to take care of.
I got up and assembled into my fighting position, and Scourge stopped dead in his tracks. He let out a low chuckle and clapped his hands, and that was irritating the hell out of me.
"Good ol' Tails," Scourge started, "Always looking for a fight. Well, as much as it kills me to say, I'm not interested in fighting you right now."
Scourge was acting really suave, and I must say, he was pretty convincing, too. He was almost convincing enough for me to let my guard down, but I wasn't going to fall for it. He had something up his sleave, weather he had already done it or not.
"Where were you last night, Scourge?" I demanded, feeling my temper rise to a high point, "I thought we were gonna fight!"
Scourge walked up to me and lit a cigarette of his own. After taking a drag and letting it out thoughtfully through his nose, he put his hand on my shoulder and let out a disrespectful chuckle that pissed me off.
"See Tails, I really don't think you're strong enough to fight me right now," Scourge started. I was going to offer some smart remark back, but decided to hold my tongue, "The fact is, I'd whoop you in a fight. And I don't like lame one-sided fights, so I've decided to give you a little bit of an... Ultimatum."
"Ultimatum?" I started, taking a drag of my cigarette and swatting his hand away from my shoulder, "Elaborate. Or do you have ulterior motives?"
"No ulterior motives. I'm hurt, Tails. Could you really expect that out of me?" Scourge asked, pointing his thumb toward his chest. I snorted, "Anyways, my ultimatum is that we could fight now, or I could give you, say... Three months to work out, train, or whatever you want to call it to prepare yourself for the fight."
I pondered the idea. There really wasn't anything to lose with this plan, either way I was going to kick his ass, but his plan would give me more time to mentally prepare myself for it.
"So, do we have a deal?"
I looked at Scourge, who was holding his hand out for me to take. I recalled last time we fought, when he brought a knife, which he stabbed me with.
"No weapons this time?" I seriously asked.
"No weapons."
I slowly extended my hand and shook his. He gripped my hand hard, giving me an evil grin. I gripped his hand equally as hard to show that I wasn't about to give in.
"Where were you last night?" I asked after we shook hands. I took a drag of my smoke and let it slowly flow from my mouth.
"Decided not to go. I should also add that I told everyone who's anyone that you were the one that didn't show up." I glared at Scourge after he made that remark. What a dick, "I thought I should bring your popularity a few notches lower before I beat you up."
"Why?" I demanded, taking the final drag from my smoke and flicking it to the floor.
"It's a weakness I have seen in you, punk." Scourge said, "I know how to get in your head."
Well, I couldn't agree more with him there. I got quiet, unable to say anything. Scourge looked smug as hell as he smoked his cigarette. Then, as if on que, I saw Fiona walking our way. I got up off of the rock that I was sitting on and looked Scourge straight in the eye.
"Well, I know how to get to you aswell," I stated. Scourge flicked away his cigarette butt and took off his glasses, staring me back down.
"Oh yeah? How, then?" Scourge asked.
Fiona walked straight by Scourge and right to me, taking my hand in hers.
"Why are you talking to this piece of dirt, Tails?" She asked, giving me a kiss on the lips, "Let's go back inside."
I followed her lead, and when we were a few meters away, I looked back at Scourge. He looked like he was just kicked in the balls, and it felt so good. So he wanted to play this game, huh?
Well, game on, Scourge.
There ya go! I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I know that it wasn't as long as the last, but don't worry, I'm hoping to be putting out longer and longer chapters in the future!
I hope you enjoyed that small segment of foreshadowing, by the way!
'Till next time,
Ciao!