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Alone. In the woods. On a rainy night. These were things that 8 year old Miles Prower had to deal with. Chances are you know him as Sonic's sidekick and best friend. But not in this story. He doesn't meet Sonic, but instead someone else. It was a cold, rainy night. All of the Mobians and animals went into their homes for the night. All of them, except Miles. He had no home, no family to turn to, no bed to lie down on when he got tired. He had nothing. Nothing except his 2 tails, which he hated more than anything, even more than he hated being out in the snow when the temperature got in the negatives. They were the source of his problems. He wasn't looked at when people passed him, no one wanted to help him, he was bullied for his tails, and he wanted nothing to do with society. The only thing other than his tails that he had, was a rusty multi-tool that he stole from a construction worker. He used it to build things, and as crude as they were, they somehow worked.

He was walking down an abandoned street, searching the ground for anything that would be of use. As he walked, he passed by an alleyway. Everything after that happened so fast. He was jumped by the bullies that tormented him every day. They would surround him, and take whatever he found. If it was of use to them, they would keep it. If not, they would burn it as the forced him to watch. This time, however, Tails was carrying his multi-tool with him. The bullies grabbed him, and searched for what he had, and eventually found it. They, not being inventors, had no use for it. So they started to burn it. The entire time, Miles was sobbing, trying to escape their grasp so he could get to his only possession. But they held it out of reach. They placed it on the ground and used a torch to melt the rusty metal. They kept taunting him, calling him names like "Freak" "Mutant" "Trash" and "Useless". After a few seconds of misery, not physical, but emotional, because he lost the only thing he ever owned, the bullies stopped. They all looked him in the eyes, with the cold, heartless stares the always wear when near Miles. Their leader was about to say something when a Mobian stepped over to the base of the alleyway. He said,

"Is everything alright here?" Alright. He was asking if everything was alright even though Miles looked like he'd been tortured to near death.

"Yes" answered one of the bullies.

"Alright then. Have a great rest of you evening" He said as he walked away. The bullies turned back to Miles. They looked at him again. Miles at this point was in uncontrollable tears. What could be worse than having something precious torn away from you? Thunder and lightning. Aside from many other things, he has astraphobia. The thunder boomed and lightning flashed across the sky. The bullies all ran off as a mysterious figure emerged in the alleyway. They did't know who or what, but they felt uneasy about it. After a couple seconds, Miles and the stranger were the only ones left. Miles was immobilized by fear of the lightning and the stranger. He passed out.


Sorry for the abrupt ending. I want to get some reviews before I upload another chapter, so I don't repeat any mistakes I may have made. Have a great day! Or night!