Hii people! I'm so amazed how one of my shortest story's have come so far over the course of 2 days.
All I can say is I've never had so much fun ruining fictional lives...I should do this more often...
22 days until CHRISTMAS! ＼(o)／
Chapter 3
A figure silhouetted by the darkness stood watching the house, not seeming bothered by the rain showering down on them, no signs of coming to an end. He held a shovel in his right hand, leaning on it as it left a crescent moon in the mud. The stranger had been standing there for hours straight. He didn't seem to be bothered by the cold as snowflakes began to gently float down from the purpley-blackish sky, he didn't react when they dropped onto his picth black coat. Eyes never leaving house number 3.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Tails had read the note over and over again untill every part of him knew it word for word. Untill the words didn't mean anything. He was slowly going mad, spiralling into a world of black as theories and ideas chanted in his ear,
HE DIDN'T DIE.
KYA
ALIVE
HE DIDN'T DIE.
K . Y. A
HE K DIDN'T Y DIE A.
Tails gripped his torch tighter. He was under his covers. It was 1am and he had giant eye bags but he couldn't sleep. The adrenaline was like a drug, telling him he couldn't put the note away incase it vanished. Like his brother.
Tails shook his head. He had read lots of mystery books and it was important for the detective to not get closely attached to whatever they were solving.
What to do now?
Judging from the note it looked newish. The page golden brown, looking like it had been ripped from a notebook.
'Maybe you should check for finger prints?' A voice inside his head offered.
Shit.
Tails clambered out of his bed, falling with a large thump. He laid still for a few seconds incase Knuckles Tom or Maddie woke up but after nothing happened he got back up again and rushed towards his desk.
Fuckshitfuckingshit.
He hastily pulled out his fingerprint set he had got for his birthday and shone the other light on the back. It went through the paper showing...
Finger prints. He sat down because he washed sure his legs could hold him.
Oh sweet mother of chaos.
Fucking fingerprints were left on the fucking note which led to the fucking killer.
"Shit." Tails muttered underneath his breath.
He often tried not to swear. A year ago he didn't even know all those cus words. But the day Sonic went missing...
Maddie swore.
Tom swore.
Knuckles swore.
The police swore.
He could describe their exact words in detail: He remembered everything that happened that day. The mind numbing panic in his stomach, in his head and behind his eyes.
And today was an exception. A verybig exception. He was so close to finding his brother.
He blinked once, then twice as his eyelids began to feel so so heavy. He leaned his head on the desk, the fingerprint set falling to the floor with a clatter as sleep crashed over him like an icy black wave.
Even then the midnight figure still stood outside their house, wondering why the light was on in the attic and why it had suddenly gone off.
Heheheh. I just want to thank you if you're reading this for supporting me. Ik this chapter is pretty short again but writing sad shit takes time :'( See u in about 2 days!