The Darkened Past

Hey finally got this chapter done, you won’t believe the trouble I had in trying to get this written out; writers block is a pain when it hits. But finally got something to produce to you guys at last ^_^ Enjoy the new twist in the plot as its really beginning to build up now.

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Warning: None

Summery: A recount of how Tail’s met Sonic but with many darker themes, for surviving in a world that hates you it is only the beginning for a lot of darker intentions… This will be a darker than normal fic Pairings later, Warnings on each chapter

Disclaimer: Don’t own Sonic or any of the characters only the plot I have delved into


The darkened past
Chapter 15: Uncertainty
Reality and Dream, which is real and which is not? Sometimes it can be hard to tell.

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Sweet sound drifted to his slumped form, nose wrinkling in the thought of awakening small hands gripped further to the pelt that he lay upon; looking for a way to block out that alluring song. But it grew much louder, causing his ears to twitch as eyelids fluttered and blue eyes were revealed; glazed blue orbs searching for something, though he didn’t know what. Letting go of the pelt, he detangled the arms around him, shivering in the cold air; grimacing as dried blood pulled against swollen wounds and causing them to open once more, blood coating the already reddened fur; the original colour indistinguishable.


Moving silently, on soundless and lightweight paws; he moved away from the anthro, listening to the other mumble as they curled even more; quills rising in sudden stiffness, as senses told the anthro that he was alone once more. Drifting away, swaying in his walk; almost stumbling on his way, as trees passed in ghostly form with the sudden fog that permeated the area. Eyes searched for what brought him here, but nothing was distinguishable anymore, there wasn’t anything that came as familiar to him and, with ears against his skull, he began to panic, then blue eyes cleared slightly as though wakening from whatever trance he had slipped into.


Glancing left and right with wide and clear eyes, he began to turn around, trying to find the path which he had taken; but the fog had covered everything, leaving no sign of his current passage, neither could he see the way he had come. It came to him in sickening recognition, whilst ears flattened fully against his skull and eyes widened the whites showing; he was completely and utterly lost, if the fog was not coating everything he would know the position he now stood within the forest; but with the dizzying white-grey colouring all around him it was confounding his senses and making him horribly afraid and confused. Though inside a deep anger had awoken, something inside did not like being toyed around like a puppet and was gathering its strength, for when it was truly going to be needed.


“Miiiiiiilllllleeeessss…” Ears twitched as blue orbs cast about desperately for the origin of the voice, which seemed to drift towards his position as mayhap carried by the breeze, though to be precise there was no wind to bring the sound towards his form. His mouth moved to call out to the other, or perhaps to plead for a way out, but nothing emerged; only a rasp, that had him gagging, both hands holding his throat in agony, as liquid fire seemed to scorch the very muscle which his voice relied upon. Eyes were squeezed shut, silent tears of clear moisture tracking down furred cheeks shifting the red in the fur and letting the golden colour shift through, which then began to glow as though enhanced with its own light.


Lids fluttered, eyelashes brushing his cheeks with gentle touches, as blue eyes opened to the shadowed world around, still lost to where he had come to; straightening, ears flat upon his skull, he suddenly saw something flicker within the grey-whiteness and was transfixed all wounds and pain forgotten, as another light then flashed into existence, revealing a figure that flickered as though pasted from an old movie reel. A silent gasp escaped his throat, causing more pain to well up and tears to fall as one hand rubbed soothingly over the abused area.


Blue eyes though, were still fixated on the black and white figure, which turned out to be a female fox, as she turned in his direction and blazing dark green eyes locked with his own; a shocked gasp escaped her lips, echoing as though bouncing across a chasm that was further than the eye could see. He saw her head shift side to side, horrified eyes upon his own blue orbs in denial and it was then he realised, she was shaking her head in the common form of no; as though faced with something she would rather had been forgotten.


Confused, feeling completely lost and alone; he moved in her direction, his other hand lifting as though to reach for her form. But as soon as he came even a step towards her, the female stumbled backwards, arms waving no as her head moved much quicker; to his ears came the word ‘don’t’ as though it came from a distance, when it was clear she had shouted it with all her force. ‘Why?’ came soundless from his mouth, he made sure not to use his voice this time; yet the other seemed to hear what he said and a pained look flashed across her face as she glanced away, ears flickering with indecision.


‘Can not tell…’ He blinked at that, confused by her reaction; head tilted to the side ‘forbidden truth’ brows furrowed as he tried to understand what she had said, but nothing made sense; none of the pieces he had were fitting together, there were too many holes within all this mess to draw a clear picture.


“Tails!” He looked back, the echo drifting to him, but it was not strong enough to keep his attention as he looked upon the other once again. ‘Who are you?’ She looked distressed, one fingerless gloved hand coming up to rub her forehead as she turned partly away; a single bag of hair falling over her right eye, clearly not held back by the band in her hair like the rest of her locks. ‘Can not tell…’


“Tails! Where are you?!” Ears flickered backwards, as that distressed voice came closer and closer to where he stood; something familiar was pulling at him but the female still had him transfixed. ‘You must leave!’ Something had changed in that instance, distant eyes fixed upon her once again, startled by the terror within her voice and a cry of disbelief and horror came from him, not noticing the pain did not affect him any longer. Her form was flickering like an old TV reception, parts blinking out and then coming back while others faded and returned; around them a buzzing had started up and he felt as though something was dragging him under.


‘It’s not…not…’ Her eyes instantly caught his again and complete and utter horror overtook her; one hand stretched out in his direction, a pleading look within her bright eyes as she mouthed something before her form completely disappeared. ‘RUN!’


“Tails! Where the hell are you?! Answer me!” He stumbled backwards, shocked at her sudden disappearance; then as he looked around himself he realised the whole area was now pitch black, nothing distinguishable at all. Swallowing down his terror he began to run in any direction he could, wanting out of this nightmare that his mind was now interpreting; slowly what came to him was the sound of clinking chains, as they shifted across the ground, he then felt something restrict around his airway and his lower body went flying out from under him, breath escaping his mouth in a ‘whoosh’ as he lay upon the ground.


Weight came upon his wrists and ankles, white glowing chains tangled around his form, a collar tight enough to burse, digging into his flesh and letting blood run free; with a jerk he was lifted into the air, arms stretched up above him, chocked breaths and cries now coming from him as he gave up hiding his terror. But he had no clue to the depth of his agony, thin portions of metal slammed into his back; liquid crimson spraying into the air as they dug deep into the very neural points of his being. They attached to every area of the body, but the one that finally broke him down was the one that went into the base of his skull; it pierced the skin and he could not hold it back any longer, a scream of pure and utter terror escaped his throat whilst blood ran in rivets down his jaw, eyes wide enough to show the whites.


“Tails! Hang on bud I’m coming for ya!” It was the voice of the hedgehog that finally managed to drag him out of the hell that his mind had taken him, eyes flickered and slid open halfway, pain radiating from every pore of his body; ears were limp as his body shook, not only from the pain which was much, much worse upon his back, but also from, the strain of hanging from his wrists, toes only just scraping the ground. Lifting his gaze, the kit was confused as he found he could not really move, his arms may have been restrained but he should have still been able to at least shift in place; but his body was limp, not acknowledging his mental commands.


Eyes cast about, fear still coursing through his veins; what was reality and what was the dream? Nothing made sense and it was causing him distress, the more questions he gained. A sudden cry caught his attention from his panicking thoughts, looking as best he could he was surprised to see a sheet of glass in front of him, acting as a mirror to the outside of this unknowing place; but what really got to him was the sight of Sonic, who looked even worse than before.


Blood coated the right side of his muzzle, a gash above his left eye that was near enough to almost have damaged or even distorted the cornea of the eye, one ear was ripped as though something had caught it just a second too late; the hedgehogs muzzle was pulled back in a feral snarl, fangs visible as he crouched clearly ready to suddenly attack once again, his left hand was clenched over his chest as light filtered though his gloved fingers and Tails suddenly got the feeling that the hedgehog has something of immense power that he had found…


“Damn you!!” A snarl of pure and utter loathing flittered across Sonic’s face as laughter sounded out into the air, the haughty and mocking tone clearly found no threat in the anthro’s threatening vintage, or even of the quills that were rigid and where they usually hung down his back, the ends were bending upwards with the base of the quills completely flared out to make him look much larger than his actual stature.


“I would not do that hedgehog. One wrong move and your little ‘friend’ will suffer the consequences and I don’t think you want that on your conscience as well my friend.” Sonic’s eyes narrowed, the green depths glowing with a strange light as though powered by some other substance.


“Don’t you dare call me friend! The man I knew is dead thanks to you!! Murderer…” That last word was quiet, yet the effect was instantaneous; the voice went quiet, and the anthro sneered, yes sneered at someone that the kit could not see from his prone position.


“Would that not be you, who are the murderer hedgehog? After all, I would not be here if not for ‘you’.” Everything went quiet once more and not even the natural wildlife sound could be heard in the distance. Poor Tails was so confused, too many things had happened and now it was overloading him; his eyes dropped shut and he retreated from the world around him, falling in a half-sleep state to conserve himself.


‘What is going on?’


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End Chapter 15