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It was hard not to stumble - he skidded, but did not fall. Just kept running. Ripper pounded down behind him. The fox did not look back, did not know how close he was. He just kept fleeing. There were many dark corridors and the boy paid no heed to them. He didn’t know his way around, but that didn’t matter to him. As long as he kept in motion, the Monster couldn’t get him.
-“Gut you like a fish~”-
The voice came unbidden, out of nowhere. A twisted, chilling laugh of pure joy (how anyone could feel such joy from murder was terrifying in itself) followed, and his heart tightened in his chest. Not here. Not now. He had tried so hard to move on, not to think about it - he couldn’t… he couldn’t… not here. Silver Sonic was gone, Silver Sonic was dead, Silver Sonic would never hurt anyone ever again.
He couldn’t help but remember-
-“None of my toys scream quite like you~”-
-A disturbingly familiar scene. The broken, bleeding bodies, scattered… like toys, Silver had said. Discarded, thrown to the ground, while the robot laughed and laughed and laughed…
-“But toys are made to be broken~”-
He had run then too, left all those people there with that Monster and ran to Sonic. Sonic, his saviour; who made everything better, who saved his parents, who fixed everything…
-“Are you running away? But we’re having so much fun~”-
But Sonic wasn’t here now, wasn’t anywhere near here. And this memory was the epitome of unwelcome; the voice and the screams and the mad laughter echoing inside his head.
He willed himself to not think, to keep running. The corridors were as dark as ever. The smell of blood was thick in the air but Ripper showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing. Even though some of that blood was his.
The kit could only hope to outlast him.
That wasn’t working so well, either. By this point his legs ached and he wished desperately he could lie down in his own bed. But he couldn’t.
So he had to keep running.
He stumbled, of course he did, his legs were tired and sore, and his arms worse - for there was a person held in said arms. He even began to bump into things; walls, doors - he wasn’t entirely sure. That wasn’t important. What was important was the escaping.
Which wasn’t going so well.
He felt the distance between himself and the Monster shorten, heard the growling and the panting grow nearer and nearer. The fox grew even more panicked as that happened - so panicked that when he found himself smashing into something he let out a rather loud scream.
This only seemed to excite Ripper. Tails heard, rather than saw the lunge, and pushed himself out of the way. Ripper slammed into something (a wall, Tails realized), the same something Miles’s face had been intimately acquainted with mere seconds ago.
A dead end, the fox realized. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would explode - he barely heard the Monster yowl as he attempted to block out the thudding in his chest and move.
But his legs would no longer obey him - he found himself collapsing on the floor, gasping for air while his entire lower body throbbed with every heartbeat. Ripper whirled around, entire face so bloody and damaged the only thing recognizable was the eyes… and lunged.
Tails did the only thing he could do; cradled the still body in his arms and closed his eyes.
There was a strange sound, like something ripping. Perhaps it was his chest…
… But he felt no pain at all. Droplets of something wet sprayed onto him, and he found himself opening his eyes. There was a flash of blue. Hope bubbled up inside him, he somehow managed to stand.
”SONIC!”
He saw Ripper topple over and grow still. He saw another flash of blue, and with wild excitement, threw his head around to try and look where his saviour had gone.
”Soni-“
The word and the hope died together, impossibly quick. There was indeed something blue in front of him, but it was definitely not Sonic.
”Surrender and I may yet spare you,” came the cold voice of Metal Sonic.
The deadly silver claws enclosed his arms. Tails did not protest, did not struggle. Defeat written all over his face, he fell to his knees.
-“Gut you like a fish~”-
The voice came unbidden, out of nowhere. A twisted, chilling laugh of pure joy (how anyone could feel such joy from murder was terrifying in itself) followed, and his heart tightened in his chest. Not here. Not now. He had tried so hard to move on, not to think about it - he couldn’t… he couldn’t… not here. Silver Sonic was gone, Silver Sonic was dead, Silver Sonic would never hurt anyone ever again.
He couldn’t help but remember-
-“None of my toys scream quite like you~”-
-A disturbingly familiar scene. The broken, bleeding bodies, scattered… like toys, Silver had said. Discarded, thrown to the ground, while the robot laughed and laughed and laughed…
-“But toys are made to be broken~”-
He had run then too, left all those people there with that Monster and ran to Sonic. Sonic, his saviour; who made everything better, who saved his parents, who fixed everything…
-“Are you running away? But we’re having so much fun~”-
But Sonic wasn’t here now, wasn’t anywhere near here. And this memory was the epitome of unwelcome; the voice and the screams and the mad laughter echoing inside his head.
He willed himself to not think, to keep running. The corridors were as dark as ever. The smell of blood was thick in the air but Ripper showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing. Even though some of that blood was his.
The kit could only hope to outlast him.
That wasn’t working so well, either. By this point his legs ached and he wished desperately he could lie down in his own bed. But he couldn’t.
So he had to keep running.
He stumbled, of course he did, his legs were tired and sore, and his arms worse - for there was a person held in said arms. He even began to bump into things; walls, doors - he wasn’t entirely sure. That wasn’t important. What was important was the escaping.
Which wasn’t going so well.
He felt the distance between himself and the Monster shorten, heard the growling and the panting grow nearer and nearer. The fox grew even more panicked as that happened - so panicked that when he found himself smashing into something he let out a rather loud scream.
This only seemed to excite Ripper. Tails heard, rather than saw the lunge, and pushed himself out of the way. Ripper slammed into something (a wall, Tails realized), the same something Miles’s face had been intimately acquainted with mere seconds ago.
A dead end, the fox realized. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would explode - he barely heard the Monster yowl as he attempted to block out the thudding in his chest and move.
But his legs would no longer obey him - he found himself collapsing on the floor, gasping for air while his entire lower body throbbed with every heartbeat. Ripper whirled around, entire face so bloody and damaged the only thing recognizable was the eyes… and lunged.
Tails did the only thing he could do; cradled the still body in his arms and closed his eyes.
There was a strange sound, like something ripping. Perhaps it was his chest…
… But he felt no pain at all. Droplets of something wet sprayed onto him, and he found himself opening his eyes. There was a flash of blue. Hope bubbled up inside him, he somehow managed to stand.
”SONIC!”
He saw Ripper topple over and grow still. He saw another flash of blue, and with wild excitement, threw his head around to try and look where his saviour had gone.
”Soni-“
The word and the hope died together, impossibly quick. There was indeed something blue in front of him, but it was definitely not Sonic.
”Surrender and I may yet spare you,” came the cold voice of Metal Sonic.
The deadly silver claws enclosed his arms. Tails did not protest, did not struggle. Defeat written all over his face, he fell to his knees.