I stared at the hedgehog before me in disbelief, his cool, icy stare full of anger and frustration. I know what he is here to do – it's always been the same… He blames me.

He blames me for the life he was given. He blames me for the fury he feels, the agony he suffers. Yet, he refuses to see what he has, he's too stubborn to understand that he has more than he realises. A lot more.

Too lost in my thoughts, I failed to react fast enough when a boot connected with my midsection. The sudden hit winded me and knocked me back. I fell onto my back painfully, feeling my spine collide with ground. All I could do was gasp in pain as I tried desperately to get air into my lungs once more.

He was practically stalking me in circles now – like a feline intent on snagging its prey with its razor sharp claws.

"Seriously, is that all you've got, Blue? This is just pathetic!" He chuckled, staring down at me with malice.

I have to say, that stung a little, but I wasn't giving up. He'd just caught me off guard, that's all.

Growling, I swung my leg around to sweep his legs out from under him while he was distracted. It worked and he tripped back and landed on his ass – serves that prick right for gloating. I placed my hands underneath me and pushed up, arched my back and flung myself back onto my feet with ease. For a second I wobbled, the adrenaline rush kicking in a tad bit too late and making the world around me spin. Eventually, my red and white sneakers found solid ground again. With my head clear again, I spun around to face my attacker.

His fur was an acidic green colour, like that of toxic waste. He had cold, unforgiving, sapphire eyes that were almost always hidden by crimson shades. He wore ebony and moss boots and an onyx, leather jacket with flame details up the arms and torn sleeves.

This was Scourge - the unappreciative prince of Moebius and my anti-self.

I heard Scourge hiss as he got to his feet. He let out a string of curses and turned to face me, a glare spreading across his face like a wild fire.

"How long must we play this game, Scourge?" I asked in clear annoyance.

He huffed, "Game…? Game? You think this is all just some game, Blue? You really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" I felt my cobalt quills bristle at that statement, "Don't you get it? It's because of you that I am how I am! You get the good life – I get the bad one. That's how this works. It is our fate."

I shake my head, my emerald eyes rolling, "Scourge, 'fate' does not exist." I growl, earning a scowl from my evil twin, "Life doesn't deal out permanent cards – it merely presents you with options, ones that you can easily fold and then you can wait for the next chance.

I kept folding until I found the cards that were right for me. I turned my back on my past and let it stay just that, the past. Chaos, I don't even remember most of it – and that's how I like to keep it. But you… you just turned and embraced the first hand you were dealt and lost all your money with one action. You focus too much on the past. That is your fault."

I can tell that what I said had no effect on him, it never has.

"Blue, I'm done listening to your dumb metaphors…"

He pulls out a gun. I freeze.

I heard the bang echo through the air; time was at a standstill. I didn't feel anything. I didn't see anything, nothing but darkness. I don't remember what happened…

Everything. Just. Stopped.

(Well, I was trying something new and I'm not sure how I feel about this style – let me know if you guys want to see this continued I guess! Buh-bye, now!

~Fortune)