Mfff, just some part to take care of, the FLASHBACK, how the hell does Adri know the three? This part is sort of to fill the blanks, and sorry, I'm aware I don't use sega canon characters often but cry no more, XD, next chapter would be a shoe in to have Sonic and Knuckles participate in a race again! XD

Alex the Dark Vixen, Alphonse the Kitsune, and Devin the Hedgehog all belong to Bloodydagger6, X3

The rest of OC's belong to me... which is just Adriana the Dark Vixen in this one... heh ^^'

[Flashback]

With Alex...

Breathing heavier than she had ever before, her legs and heart could only go as much as a ten year old could sprint. The stinging of heavy rain against her new cuts and bruises didn't help much as she runs through the abondened streets of a dark town.

'This cannot be real, this isn't!' She thought drastically as she heard her stepfather yell after her, not too loud for the neighbors to come out of their windows and curse him out but just enough for her to hear. Her small fox ears bent lower in shame and fear as her step father's words against her were fading away quickly.

"You heard that girl!? You better be here tomorrow morning or there would be hell to pay!!"

'This is real...'

She huffed out and sucked in air as she slowly, without noticing started to saunter around the streets her red fur dimly contrasting with the dark night. Her black tiger stripes helped much to keep her hidden as well, though her bright, clear azuril eyes did not. She wasn't very well taken care of in her defense, her brown shirt and shorts were tattered and were rarely washed. She was barely fed, barely any contact with anyone what so ever, barely loved, and barely alive. But its not like she would like a friend, anyone, these streets are abundant of theives and stockers.

Her naked feet seemed to drag her along an ally. 'This will have to do.' She sighed, thinking. It's the only option from getting hurt in any way more. Where was she to go after this? Will her father do anything worse than whipping her poor fur and face away? Will he skin her alive? N-no, she was thinking too much. She slid down the cold and eroded bricks and sat slumpily. Her legs were brought up, letting her head rest on them and her arms shielding her face. She knows she musn't cry, crying would only show weakness. That her father had won, that there is no silver lining of her damned life. Besides, she needed to save herself from dehydration.

The ally was any other, darkness surrounded the corners and inside, a black or blue garbage block tainted with filth. That was where she sat, only a bit of light was coming from her right, though it wouldn't make anyone detect her otherwise. The wind was picking up, this time the ally would feel wind, her right eye was always covered from her hair. It was soon time for her barbian of a father to slash out most of her hair again. She lifted her face to feel it refresh herself a little.

A newspaper from yesterday started to roll around from the streetlights all the way tumbling down to her. The wind pushed the paper more toward her and was slowly passing her feet, she stared at it intently. She had nothing else but to worry of the morning so why not distract herself while she can? The crumpled up newspaper passed slightly her right foot until it stopped all so sudden. While the wind pushed the rain more to the east the newspaper wouldn't tumble and past her. She quickly grew with more interest, reaching slowly to pick up the newspaper. 'Maybe it would be nice to read Garfield again.'

Before her hand can reach the newspaper a black boot emerged from the light, picking it up with much emphasis to let the news roll striaght its path. Alex took it the wrong way and stood up quickly, she had her back against the wall, her eyes dialted with fear and anger at the sudden movement. 'If I was 50, I would have died from a heart attack'

The figure's crossed leg was partly showing in the street light, the rest was pure black, she blended very well with the night. Too well.

Red, blood like eyes were opened slowly. Like some rabid cat's, they were bright even for the moonlight or streetlight for them to glow so brightly in the ally. Alex had her heart racing but she didn't hesistate to grab an old stick someone threw out, probably of just a joke to think trees could be garbage. They don't recycle you could bet.

"Who the hell are you? Sneaking up on me like that? I have nothing on me, go get someone else's wallet," Alex whispered bitterly, raising the small stick like a bat. Ready to swing.

The figure's eyes widened at her remark. How can anyone speak so rude and offensive to her like that?! She was never spoken that bad from anyone... not until the third or fourth day perhaps.

She hauled herself up, against the otherside of the ally and stared at Alex with such concentration. Alex couldn't shake the gaze off, it written murder all over it, the color of those eyes.... they were terrifying.

Without any sign of footing the stranger darted out of the ally, scared of her life. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, she didn't want anyone beating her up with a skinny yet hard stick and taking the rings she saved or steal up. It was supposed to be her night! She had everything planned. 'Shop at the best shops and debate as hard as an eleven year old could, using much of the old charm I have left. Then probably hitting it off with Andre and I to the candy stores! Darn the bunnies to have been here in such a bad timing!' What would G.U.N have punish her with if they see anything out of the ordinary when she comes back to base with bruises and cuts and 500 rings missing in the locked safe. She wanted a head start, once the morning rays hit she would go right to argue the prices. 'Ugh, probably double the training to have me as an official agent... I can barely focus on the regular training...'

"Hold it," Alex chimed, the next corner the fox took she ended up banged on her head. The world seemed to have been spinning before the black and red highlighted vixen collasped on the middle of a streetlight. She had short, black curls spread out on the pavement, she landed face first and Alex saw her wear a new looking black and grey sweater. It seemed big on her and probably cozy, short black leggings and those rocketing black boots that scared the crap out of her. She seemed much better off than she was. The most peculiar thing was a red symbol against her long bangs that are spread out now. The shape of scythe maybe?

'She doesn't seem like the poor type at all. Why is she stealing from me, or anyone else? Looks more like a spoiled little brat.'

Alex rolled her eyes as she heard whimpers from below and bent down to see the black vixen's face. Her eyes were teary, her whole face was covered in dust and dirt, it wasn't a clean town at all. Her big, round red eyes seemed to dim and have a sudden change of blue. "Owww! Why the flip would you want from me?! You didn't have to hurt me you- Oh, my nose, I think its bleeding.... It's bleeding!" She wailed, tears morphing and running down her face.

'Yesss, definitely the bratty, spoiled kid type' Alex concluded, her ears flattened and disgusted.

Alex stood up, her stick resting on her shoulder. "You better shut up before anyone else heard you, they don't care how old you are, just how much money you can carry."

The small vixen's head shot up and stood up even quicker. "You mean you're not going to steal my money?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not that desperate, and I'm not that type of person. To steal from a stuck up snob like you, I could do better," Alex huffed, looking away from her confused, puzzled frame.

".... You hit me with a bat."

"And now you're all better, your nose isn't even bleeding."

The little girl smiled a small smile, laughing even. "Quite right, I'm not a snob though. You sort of have it all wrong," She scratched the back of her head embarrassed.

"Yeah... I have it all wrong, right." Alex nonchalantly agreed, turning her back on the girl and walking to some other hiding place. Its clear she didn't want anyone around, she just wanted to get through this night with some quiet. She was beginning to get the guilty idea of taking the girl's money. She was awfully hungry.

Never the less she still walked away with her head held up high and a stick leaning on her shoulder. The perfect image of a stranger that you will never meet again.

All was quiet and cold without the vixen.

"So where are we going?"

"Whatthe-?!"

"What the buck you mean?"

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Alex asked harshly, having to be still estatic when the little girl, older but shorter to have popped up behind her. She gave her a scare and Alex had half of mind to bop her head and run.

"I'm Adriana, Adriana Angela Dark Vixen, but Adri for short."

"What a mouthful. Don't you have a friggin' mansion to get back to or something?" Alex spit out, walking a bit faster. She didn't want anyone coming back home with her in the morning, her father will punish her double the times for bringing home some random kid. It wasn't even her fault. Adriana seemed to have an open mind to having as much friends as she can have. It would keep her spirit up high and away from the dark and evil clouds that lurk to bring in a new recruit. The ones that give up hope can never see light again. She vowed not to let her past get in the way of the future. She could, with hope, be a better person, and actually go some place, like rule a kingdom that is rightfully hers. To shed some light on the people that have already given up everything. She wanted someone to talk to, it was getting sort of eerie again.

"You should really stop cursing..."

"Ah, and what's it to you? Saying 'flip' and 'buck', I rather take my chances in karma than to shrink down to use those crap of words." Alex muttered, a bit shocked to have someone believe that bad words.... were actually bad. Impossible so it seemed, especially in a place like here. "Where exactly are you fro-"

"What's your name?" Adriana interrupted just in time, she seemed eager and hopped to the next side of Alex, her rings making a high note altogether.

"Alex," She sneered walking home just in time, the sun has rose a bit, still having to replace the cold air.

Adriana motioned her arms to emphasize.

Ali rolled her eyes. "Alex the Dark Vixen."

"Has a nice ring..."

"Uh, yea, now if you excuse me I have to get to my father."

"Oh... I thought..." Adriana trailed off, shifting her eyes and looked a bit bummed out.

Alex's stomach finally gave a groan and growled loudly. She slumped her shoulders in shame as Adriana giggled and soon gave a loud laugh at her stomach's cries. "Thought what?"Alex mumbled, her head down in embarrassment.

"Wellll, I was supposed to meet a friend by the Cafe, why don't you join us?" Adriana asks kindly, rocking her boots back and forth. She had a thought that she was hungry, she didn't seem at all like she was well fed. Adriana thought she could have at least try and befriend this isolated vixen.

"I-I don't know, I mean..." Alex was stumped, if she goes in her house she would have to endure some hits and than eat probably an apple or a glass a milk for breakfast, that's it. On the other paw, this overly-sensative girl asked her to come with to a cafe where the food is real! Waffles, pancakes, sausages, bacon, a way to dine! Alex shut her thoughts up, her stomach made another loud growl.

Adriana picked out her bag full of rings, rocking it side to side to make a small jingle to have Alex look up. "Come on, my treat. All you can eat! It sure looks like you need it!" Adriana grinned, teasing the one vixen she's most afraid of.

Alex gave up.

She smiled a bit and yelled with much enthusiasm, "Oh, what the hell! Let's go!"

"... You mean heck." Adriana coughed.

"Right... What the heck..."

The two walked along the busy cars now, the sun hits off a nice morning day for the ones that actually work to keep a living and also the ones to steal as a living. The vixens tried their best to seem tough, though they're only preteens and also tried their best to keep from getting run over by a car or shot....

Oh! like that one!

Why the hell do I add that last part? X3, enlighted some mood perhaps...