Hello everybody, chapter five is up and some new reviewers I noticed Numbah 6,and Sparky, Also anothe rhuge tanks you to those that keep reviewing
you people are awesome. I decided to try something a little differeent with Tails character here, but I think he won't change very much, anyways I do
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Alone, always alone, it was dark now, that at least was good, a deer was grazing nearby, unintelligent, unaware, easy prey, the orange blur was on it in a second and blood seeped into the grass of the field, it was his fourth deer tonight, after this he would only need one more he thought. He licked the drops of blood from his lips, he felt better, cold, but better, Sonic had betrayed him, he was alone again, the way he would always be he thought bitterly. Tails bent over and lapped up more of the blood, ripping the carcass to pieces, eating the meat as well, as close to comfort food as he could get at this time, he was blood drenched, he had practically crawled into the carcass, he looked down at his now scarlet chest and gave a sad laugh as he shouted into the night air "Is this what you wanted! Am I a monster yet! You stupid hedgehog, why.." his voice trailed off no longer angry only sad as he finished his rant "Why couldn't you have been my brother." He looked down dejectedly at the ground and at his own blood drenched self as he sighed, one more deer and I'll be able to pass myself off as normal, though since it wasn't Mobian blood the transformation wouldn't last even half a quarter as long if it had been Mobian he thought. A week of looking like a regular Mobian was probably enough to get into whatever community he could find, he would need to raid a hospital in Robotropilis though to get another syringe, he stopped that thought, why bother, why not just use his fangs the way he was supposed to for once, it felt good carving into the deer, maybe it would feel just as good to bite into Mobian neck flesh, what did he have to prove anymore.
Rotor, he had accepted him, even if everyone else had stabbed him in the back Rotor stood by him, No, he sighed again, he wouldn't give in, for Rotor he told himself as he got up and used his sharpened senses to start tracking another deer. Tails stood in a river washing the blood of the final deer off himself, his fur was more orange spotted amongst the drying blood as he attempted to pick the dry blood and bits of deer meat off himself. Eerie red streaks ran along the river and Tails watch them flow by, he wondered if that was his fate, to forever flow, never stop and always be stained in blood, he shook his head then submerged it to wash his red face and cheeks, after he was done he clambered out of the river and shook himself dry. He would go raid a hospital first, if he was found or got into a community he didn't trust himself to get the syringe later and might just have done without it, and he would not give in he repeated endlessly in his mind, he would struggle on in a desperate bid for peace, whether in family or oblivion he would know peace he convince himself. He headed in the direction of Robotropolis the moon high in the sky, he paused and stared at it, a slight smirk on his face as he let out his best impression of a howl, if he was a beast he should at least enjoy it he reasoned.
Finding a hospital was easy; hiding from the legions of swat-bots was not, he stealthily skulked from corner to corner till the hospital was just across the street, he looked behind himself and noticed he was in the doorway of a clothing shop, mostly burned out, turning his back to the hospital for the moment he walked inside. Clothing wasn't too uncommon for Mobian's, it just wasn't necessary with all the fur, still it was a preference, Tails had never held that preference, but as he thought about it, Tails was dead, he couldn't use that name anymore, or Miles, he was saddened at the thought, he had grown attached to the name, more so then any of his other attempts at an alias. Miles had been him, Tails was a name that had made him smile whenever his aunt Bunny or Sonic had called him by it, Sonic, the name tasted bitter, he had decided, he would move on and the first step was clothes, something that Tails had never worn apart from a pair of gloves which were mostly shreds at this point and his shoes. He looked about, he wanted to forget, to move far from who he was so he scanned the place over with his eyes, had he not been a vampire it would have been near impossible to see with the lack of light, he spotted something, a duster tan and long, perfect he thought as he tried it on. He cursed his eight year old body, it hung off him and this fact elicited a growl from his lips, he sighed and tossed it off before noticing a much smaller one behind where it had stood on the rack, obviously built for one of the smaller species of Mobian but he praised his luck. It fit perfectly, he had heard the occasional story of cowboys and outlaws and when he looked into a dusted mirror he was vaguely reminded of them, had a hat been present he would have been the exact image of one of these historical figures. He looked about for something else and spotted a simple black pant and pulled on one that looked about his size, his twin tails didn't quite fit through the back so using his claws he made a minor incision until both tails could flow comfortably, he looked in the mirror and smiled, or at the very least gave the illusion of a smile to complete his new persona, now all he needed was a name, he sighed, he was tired of alias's and deceptions he would just use his real name.
He walked from the store his new duster flowing a little behind him as he sprinted across the street, he had taken the liberty of upturning the collar, it had seemed cool in his mind, he was in and out of the hospital in five minutes syringe in hand as he made his way back to the forests edge. As he approached his ears picked up a sound, faint and almost inaudible even to his superior hearing, it was laughter and in the distance he saw the faint red glow of firelight. He approached slowly, careful not to make any noise, he was far from Knothole, but what if it was someone he knew, he shuddered at the thought, not so soon, he couldn't handle it, and if it was Sonic, his fangs slid out just the slightest bit and he checked his breathing to try and calm himself as he climbed up a tree to get a view of the camp. Three people sat round a campfire laughing lightly and quietly telling tales of their travels, Tails leaned in closer on the branch to hear.
"Then twenty, NO! Thirty swat-bots came round and I trashed them all." It was a coyote who spook with a grin plastered on his face as the other two snorted at his story. "Nice try Mike, but I was there, try five swat-bots and a wall fell on three of them." The member who hadn't spoken yet laughed at Mike and high fived the ferret who had "clarified" Mike's story, a giggle was heard over head and all heads quickly snapped in the direction of the sound as laser pistols and rifles were drawn to the tree Tails was currently covering his mouth in. He cursed himself in his head as he spoke out, uncertainty in his voice "Hi, uhhhm, please don't kill me." He said it as he poked his head out of the foliage trying to look the part, they took one look at him and lowered their weapons, a motioned for him to come down and join them, he flipped over and held the tree with his hands before dropping to the ground, the looked him up and down before the cat spoke "Why are you all alone out here, you know how dangerous it is right?" she had a smooth voice and was obviously trying to comfort the child, Tails would have taken full advantage of the situation, would have played the innocent child again, he didn't want to be Tails, he spoke up steady tone in his voice. "I'm fine by myself, I can survive way better than most, hell I've personally fought Robotnik" The others stared between themselves for a moment before bursting into laughter "Look Mike, someone can finally keep up with your stories!" They all continued laughing and rolling along the ground as Tails eye twitched, this was not what he wanted, he was loathing his eight year old body at this instant, "Hey I'm not kidding" Tails response just caused them to laugh more heartily until the ferret finally managed to stop rolling on the ground and stood up and looked hard at Tails, it was dark and he kept his twin Tails together so no one would notice until morning, but the look had something he didn't feel all that comfortable as he spoke up to Tails. "Well I have knack, a power if you will for guessing names, and if you're ready, I'll give it my best guess." Tails nodded happily, his real name, though proud of it, was pretty laughable, in fact his last name actually was the word fuzzy, he shuddered at the thought, a child with two tails was bad enough, throw in the last name of Fuzzy, he hadn't had a running tally on childhood friends is all he would say.
The ferret paused and looked him straight in the eye, Tails felt nervous, he unconsciously deepened his breathing, it had really become habit, as the ferret spoke a sudden light in his eyes "I've got It your name is…" Tails tensed ready to accept any new name given at the drop of a hat, he tensed back ready to jump for joy when the ferret cheerfully shouted the ending to his statement. "Miles, you definitely look like a Miles" Tails collapsed in a heap, and began slowly banging his head on the ground, as the others looked at him with a bizarre bit of curiosity and worry over the fox banging his head on the ground, a thought was in Tails mind, "At least they hadn't called him Tails, he could live with Miles a little while longer he supposed, damn what could the odds have been, hell maybe I am a Miles?" He sighed and looked up at the three grinning at him awkwardly as he spoke a little sadness in his voice "Yep, good guess, Miles is right on the money." The coyote spoke up this time laughter clear in his voice. "Spooky ain't it, nearly passed out when he called me Mike right after we met, if you don't want to be called Miles is their another name?" The only thing Tails could think of was, not Tails, for the love of all that is holy don't let them call me Tails, his thoughts were interrupted as the cat spoke up friendly and upbeat. "Well we haven't fully introduced ourselves, I'm Tab, Mikes the coyote, and the ferret is Max, and if you don't like Miles I think I have a nickname idea…" Oh god it's going to be Tails he thought, how did they know, he dreaded it, as she spoke up "How about Duster, you know because you're wearing a duster?" "Yes, thank god yes, woohhhooooo" He had jumped straight into the air cheering, It wasn't Tails, he actually kind of liked it, "Duster" he thought, it definitely could work, he was grinning ear to ear and the other had the most confused expressions imaginable on their faces, they looked at each other and they all burst out laughing again, this time the newly dubbed "Duster" joining in.