Before Note: Hello there. If you are reading this, then, I appreciate your interest in this fanfic of mine. This isn't the first fic I've written, just the first fic I'm writing in this new account I made, so I have a bit of experience in...ummm...fanfic writing, I guess.

For my friends out there, I'm pretty sure I left anonymous reviews on, so you can review if you want to or just tell me what you think personally.

Inspiration: I was inspired by many things. Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events got me into a depressing mood. Carnival themes have been getting me wacked out. I am not going to go into much detail. This chapter will mostly be the flashback at the beginning. I'm still working on my writing skills, and I changed the atmosphere I was planning to give this story, so yeah, wacked out latley.

I do not own any characters from the 'Sonic the Hedgehog' series or whatever, they belong to Sega and/or Sonic Team.

The small kit ran as fast as he could. He set aside the pain that filled his body and focused on running. Running to wherever his feet would take him. He desperately needed to get away, far away as quickly as possible.

Miles screamed in pain as a brutal kick was brought against his ribs. He fell limp against the ground, causing more pain to spike through his body. A pile of blood made its way up his throat and the young fox mustered up the strength to get on his knees to let it all out.

"Stay down, freak!"

His attackers delivered a kick to his stomach. The kit dropped to the floor and didn't try to get up again. He was too scared and too weak to do so. With the little to no pride he had left, the young fox directed his sky blue eyes to meet the ones of his tormentors.

There were three in total. They were all hooded individuals, their faces hidden in the darkness of the night. The kit could, however, tell that they were all felines. Two bright yellow orbs shone in the dark voids of each of their heads, their clawed hands gleamed in the moonlight. They all stood surrounding the poor child, as if ready to pounce on their prey. That's when the revelation hit the fox. Hard. Like a pile of bricks.

They were capable of killing him.

Miles knew that he couldn't defend himself. He never could. He was too small, too weak, too young.

How could a kit of five years of age defend himself all alone in the forest?

The kit's parents had abandoned their child in the forest in the middle of the night. They never loved him, they never cared for him, he was a shame to the family. They thought their child was disgusting. Just because of a birth defect. Just because of a second tail. Not only did his parents see him as a freak, society did as well. Everyone hated him. The kids would torment and hurt him at every chance they got; the adults would kick him out of the way every time they walked past him. Miles was an outcast to society.

Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared.

"So, what's it gonna be, freak?" one of them sneered. The fox gave a painful yelp as he felt a pairs of hands wrap around his twin tails and lift him up from the earth.

"Who cares", another said, "It's still going to be slow and painful."

"I guess you're right, these disgusting little monsters need to be taken care of anyway. Honestly, we are doing the world a favor", the one holding the kit said. There was a moment's silence until all of them cackled maniacally. Miles gasped as he heard the slick sound of a switchblade being brought out. His life had never been easy, but he didn't want to die!

The young fox looked around frantically for something, anything that could help him get out of this mess. It was useless to struggle. They had a firm grip on his tails and he would surely get beaten more for trying. That's when his eye got a glimpse of the switchblade held in his attacker's hand. If only…

If only he could get a hold of that switchblade.

They only had his tails held together. His arms and legs were free. He could easily kick the one holding him. If he could manage that then maybe…

"Let's gut him!"

"Let's cut one of his tails off!"

Miles's stomach made a flip of fear with the sickening images that filled his mind as they each gave out suggestions…..On how to kill him. He needed to do something. Now.

"I know! Let's-Ugh! Hey!"

The kit had kicked the one holding him as hard as he could on the stomach. It seemed to be effective enough, his attacker had doubled over, letting his grip on Miles and the switchblade go loose. The fox dropped to the ground hard, but he got up as quickly as he could with the strength he had left, ignoring the burning pain in his chest. Looking frantically for the switchblade, he was thankful enough that it was only a few inches away from him. He quickly snatched it from the ground and made a run for it.

"Not so fast!"

One of them managed to grip his left arm. Thinking fast, the kit whirled around with his right arm stretched out, the one holding the blade, and lashed at his attacker's face. The assailant immediately let go of his victim and placed his hand on his wound, all while muttering a barrage of profanity.

The kit didn't waste time to see what would happen next. He ran into the cluttered plants of the forest and kept on running as fast as his legs would permit him. The yelling voices of his tormentors could be heard from a distance, and it got fainter as the kit kept on running. The fox gave a sigh of relief. So they were not going to follow him. He probably wasn't worth their time.

Miles kept on running even after he couldn't hear the yelling voices anymore. He didn't want to risk it. He had barely made it out alive.

It was too close this time. Too close.

Ignoring the pain that spiked through his body with every step he took, the young fox kept on running, trying to find shelter, a safe place where he could spend the night.

Miles gave a shaky breath as he sat down on the damp, muddy ground of the forest. The pain in his chest was nearly unbearable, but he couldn't do anything about it. Resting his back against a tree trunk, the fox let his eyelids shut close, and concentrated on calming his breaths down.

He had made it out alive. That was the good news. The bad news, however, was that if those three individuals had been out to get him, others would try to do the same. This was the first time someone had cornered him with the intent to get rid of him. Usually, they would only hurt him without going overboard for kicks. Like if he was some sort of toy. An old, beaten up toy.

Ignoring the unpleasant thought, Miles focused on his current situation. He must have ran pretty far, since he couldn't identify what part of the forest he was in, so he would have to find a way back to where he came from.

And meet the people who tried to kill him again.

Thinking better of it, the kit decided to stay at his current location, it wouldn't make much difference to the way he was living.

All alone with nobody that cared, struggling for food and shelter.

The twin-tailed fox forced himself to stand up. The aching pain in his chest subsided a bit, but it still hurt. He decided to ignore it as best he could for the meantime. His stomach growled with hunger and he decided to search for something edible before finding a decent place to sleep.

After walking through a group of bushes and trees, the kit came across a dirt path. He rarely saw any type of path in the forest, and if he did, it usually led to the city or to an isolated house. Curiosity taking the best of the young, twin-tailed fox, he decided to take the path and see where it led to.

The moonlight lit the path, encouraging the kit to follow. The darkness seemed to fade away and his excitement grew with each step he took. He had a feeling in his chest, and not the painful one that he was trying to ignore, but a feeling that he was going to find something new. Something he had never seen before, not necessarily good, not necessarily bad.

At last, a bright light shone at the end of the path. Miles quickened his step in order to see exactly what was there. As he got closer, the light got brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. He reached a large clearing in the forest and when his vision adjusted, he gasped in awe at what he saw.

Miles had only heard of carnivals, but he had never seen one.

When he heard of the people that cluttered the area, he never imagined that it would be so crowded that you would have to push your way through to get to your next destination. When he heard of the various games held there, he never thought you would come out with so many prizes that you can barely walk with them. When he heard of the delicious smells of the delicious food they gave out, he never thought those delicious smells of those delicious foods would be so intoxicating. When he heard of the big, white and red striped tent where the main performances were held, he definitely never thought that it would be so huge, way taller than the trees surrounding it, and so wide and long that it seemed that it would engulf the whole forest.

Miles was absolutely, wholeheartedly excited.

He smiled a smile of a child, a smile of what he is, and took his first steps toward the new world he had discovered.

The kit did not want to be seen, for obvious reasons, so he tried to sneak in as best as he could. He managed to hide in the massive crowd, who thankfully didn't seem to notice the child among them. Miles walked along with the people and through the entrance, and then slipped out of the crowd discreetly and hid behind a box of hot dog buns located by what looked like a storage room.

So far, so good.

The smells of hot dogs filled the air, and the aroma called out to the kit's stomach, which rumbled in response. The fox gave a sheepish smile and noticed the hot dog stand just a distance away. Sausages went crisp in the clear oven, visibly clear to any passerby. The kit's mouth watered just by looking at it. It's been a long time since he saw something so appetizing.

He was sure no one would mind if one went missing, right?

Miles poked his head out from behind the box. No one seemed to be around, not even the hot dog stand owner. He smiled and quickly made his way across the path.

His plan was easier said than done.

The child noticed this immediately as the table towered over him. His outstretched hand could barely touch the edge of the table! This is going to be a problem. Looking for anything that could assist him, a plastic crate caught his eye. Perfect! It took a while, with the little strength the kit had, but soon enough, the crate served as the perfect stepping stool. Miles climbed on top and was now able to see the items that lay on the table. Ignoring all the cooking utensils, he focused only on the already prepared hot dog. His mouth watered at the sight. He was like a survivor in the desert who had finally found a water spring after many days. Snapping out of his trance, he quickly made a grab for the yummy food.

Well, he would have if he hadn't been grabbed roughly by the shoulders.

Already terrified, the wide-eyed child looked behind his shoulder to see a tall, skinny figure, its limbs sticking out at odd angles. His white face contrasted with his green hair, his red lips curved up in a devilish grin.

"What's a freak like you doing in a place like this?"

After Note: Finally! First chapter done! (It seemed a bit short, I'll try to make the next chapter longer) I am satisfied with the results, I don't know about you guys. This would have been uploaded a week ago at the most but I've barely had the time to sit here at my computer for a while without my mom deciding to move the furniture around or what not. I'm not complaining, I know the things we've been doing lately need to be done, but I was DESPERATE to get this uploaded. My mom doesn't know how important this hobby is to me, but at least she knows that I try to be patient and gives me time of my own every once in a while. Enough with my problems, thanks a lot for reading. :D

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