Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Wheels of Abandonment ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: TheVulpineHero1 
the second chapter and all to spite you MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough*HA*cough* HAHA
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.23.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
the second chapter and all to spite you MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough*HA*cough* HAHA
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.23.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
It seems fairly apparent that no-one likes this fic, and that you all think that I should go into my back yard and shoot it repeatedly, before getting it cremated so its vampire doesn’t come back. Well, I have a message for all those people. Sucks to you. I am evil, inherently so, and I’m going to carry on writing this fic just to spite you. It’s a shame it didn’t get the support or attention my other stories got though…
And now, a word from our sponsors!
Guy: Eat Pillockonion. P.S, If you have a better name, send it to EggmanEmpire.com with three stamps and a cherry on???
Eggman: Cut, that was great! Now, get me some coffee!
Gal: I already did. You’ve been asking all day.
Eggman: I wouldn’t give this to my dog!
Guy: Surely it can’t be that bad…Oh, wait. Hillary made it. It can be that bad.
Eggman: First off, my dog is very fussy and he only takes Latte. After all, he’s the only one in our house that actually drinks coffee.
Gal: So what have you been doing with all the coffee I made?
Eggman: I was trying to make a friendship diary, but I’m really, really fat, so it turned into a food diary. I stuck all the coffee in with sparkle glue. I also stuck in my breakfast. It was kinda hard getting it back though…
Guy:…
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̶ 0;You, Tails, are a grade A jerk. How could you do that to me?” Cream asked.
“What? Just because I left? Just because I saved you? Just because it’s too dangerous in this city, and I don’t want you to get hurt?” Tails asked.
“I was talking about when you said I have a big ass! That was really rude! But all that stuff you said as well!” Cream exclaimed.
“Alright. So you’re angry. No doubt you want some answers now. Am I right?” Tails asked softly.
“As usual, yes. I’m glad to see that you haven’t changed all that much. First off, what are you doing here? Why did you leave all those years ago?” Cream asked.
“I…made a mistake, OK? I don’t want to talk about it.” Tails blanked.
“Second question. Why are you walking around with a gun?”
“What, the Cloudburster? I always carry it.”
“Thirdly, where can I find one of those damn Mistrals?”
“You’re talking to one. Hey, you just shivered. You wanna jump in the car? It’s warmer.”
“Does it not occur to you that seeing my childhood friend suddenly reappear, shoot at least three people, make crude remarks about my ass, and turn out to be one of the people I’m looking for might give me a dose of shock?”
“Whatever. Are you going to get in the car or not?”
Fifteen minutes later (although Cream only knew this because of the car’s dashboard clock, as it was pitch black outside and she didn’t have a watch), both Cream and Tails were both sitting silently in the car. Cream thought of all those times that she had wished that Tails were there, particularly on the night of her mother’s departure, and still found it a little hard to believe that after all that time, he was here, now, and had just saved her from being killed. She could only dream of what Tails was thinking about. Was he even happy to see her after so long? Why had he left? What were the Mistrals? All these questions and more buzzed around her head. She shook them off. She would have to interrogate Tails later. As she looked at the darkness rolling by outside, broken only by the occasional dimly lit streetlamp, she felt her mind shutting down, yarning for the warmth and comfort found in sleep. She felt her eyes begin to close, as exhaustion began to win over her. Giving up the battle, she lay down on the back seat of the car, and gave a gentle snore. Tails looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled. It was good to see Cream again.
Cream awoke, and rubbed her head. It was now her habit to wake up fully alert and ready to move. Hearing a snore from the front, she peered over the seat to see that Tails had fallen asleep. She looked at the car’s clock, and saw that it was morning. Still, outside the windows it was as pitch black as it had been the night before.
“Tails? Tails? What’s going on? It should be light outside, but it isn’t…” she said, nudging him.
Tails gave a mighty yawn and a stretch, then rubbed his eyes.
“Sad, ain’t it? This city doesn’t really differentiate all that much between night and day. There’s a constant cloud over this city, and it blots out most of the daylight. But, you can usually tell if it’s morning or not. There’s a good reason why you can’t tell the difference.” Tails explained groggily.
“Which is? Hey, quit yawning! It’s rude!” Cream exclaimed impatiently.
“Yeah, and it’s rude to wake people up when they’re supposed to be sleeping as well. Most of the people of this city, myself included, are nocturnal. Since there’s no real difference between night and day here, save that day is a tiny bit brighter, we just get up and sleep when we need to.” Tails said.
“Yeah, but if day is brighter, why is it still pitch black outside?” Cream asked, growing more and more impatient.
“Firstly, because my car has tinted windows. I can turn on the switch and all light is blocked from the outside. I use it when I sleep, but it also has a few other functions. Secondly, because we’re at the Mistral hideout. The Mistrals are an underground group, and we mean that in the literal sense.” Tails explained, quickly losing all hope of getting any shuteye.
“That reminds me! I have tons of questions for you- and you’re going to answer them right now!” Cream shouted. Tails clutched his ears in pain. It was really too early for this!
“Geez, Cream! I thought you were supposed to have manners! I wanna get some flippin’ SLEEP!” Tails shouted.
“Tough! You’re gonna answer my questions, show me around the hideout, tell me about the Mistrals and then you can go to sleep!”
In response to this, Tails pressed a button on the dash. Moments later, Cream had been ejected through the newly-opened sunroof. Rubbing her bottom from when she had hit it on the ground, she ran up to the car and started bashing the windows.
“Hey, missy, you may as well stop. That’s Tails’ car. Not only are his windows bullet-proofed, but they’re also double glazed. He can’t hear a thing.” said a passing ferret.
“Huh? You know him?” Cream asked.
“Yeah. The name’s Gary. Or Garybaldi as everyone calls me.” the ferret said, pointing to a glaring bald patch on the on top of his head.
“Uh…Ok, then, Gary. How in the name of hell do you know Tails?” Cream asked in a cautiously polite tone.
“I’ve known the guy ever since he first blew in here. You’re Cream, I assume. Tails told me that you were a very, very special case and that I should show you around. So, you coming?” Gary asked.
“Tch. Lazy bum. Can’t even wake up to give me a guided tour. I suppose you’ll do, although I’m gonna want some answers from him sooner or later.”
“Fine. First stop, the cafeteria!”
Cream followed Gary along a cylindrical tunnel, which was made out of brick. Looking around, Cream felt fairly sure that they were in a sewer of some sort. Her nose, however, told her otherwise, as it smelt quite pleasant. Dotted along the sides of the tunnel at regular intervals were huge beams, made out of what seemed to be reinforced steel. Although most of the brickwork was fairly new, some of it looked as if it were ready to crack or crumble. When she asked if the tunnel was safe, Gary just laughed and told her that nothing in the world was safe. They continued to walk, passing by intersections and other tunnels as they went. They passed a few other creatures, some animal, some human, who all bade Gary a fond ‘Good Morning’ or ‘Pick me up some soup from the canteen!’. They all walked with a purpose, as if each and every one of them were busy. Unlike Cream, they all seemed to know where they were going. She, on the other hand, couldn’t tell one tunnel from the next.
After walking through what seemed like a crisscrossing maze of tunnels, they arrived at a large, well lit room. Cream took in a breath, and smelt foods of all different kinds, from all over the world. There was curry, pizza, noodles, rice, all kinds of meat and vegetables, and many different people and animals forming a queue in order to attain some of this food. Evidently, this was the cafeteria.
“Well, this is the cafeteria.” Gary said.
“Wow. I wonder what gave it away? The food, maybe?” Cream smirked.
“Geez. You really are just like Tails. Always makin’ smart ass remarks…I do my best, alright? Anyway, the sign says cafeteria, but we all call it the canteen.” Gary explained.
“Oi, Garybaldi! You got a fiver you could lend us?” yelled someone in the queue.
“For the last flippin’ time, HELL NO!” Gary yelled back
“Is everyone here like this?” Cream asked.
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t met ‘um all yet.” Gary replied.
He walked over to a bench, and sat down. Cream followed suit. Looking around her, she felt as if she were in a human high school.
“What do you mean, you haven’t met them all? Shouldn’t you know who the members of your organization are?” Cream asked, unimpressed.
“Okay. It looks like I oughta explain what happens with us Mistrals. Keep your ears open, kid. They’re long enough. So, you saw that there was no one on the streets outside, right?”
“What does this have to do with my ears being long? Yeah, I did notice that it was a bit empty…”
“And you notice that there were no police?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“That’s because there is no one who is ‘neutral’ in this city. Everyone is affiliated with one gang or another. The police packed up and left ages ago, because to stop the gangs, you’d have to arrest everyone in the goddamn city, and they don’t have a big enough jail for that. Law and order don’t exist up there. It’s like living in an occupied city. There’s an army on the streets, and here it’s an army of gangs. But, whenever you have an army, you have resistance. That’s us. We’re the ones who are trying to get the gangs off the streets, and make this city hospitable again. Each and every one of us is in here for a different reason. Some people came to the city looking for fame and fortune, but got attacked by the gangs. We pick ‘um up, and sometimes they decide to join. That’s how it works. I don’t know everyone here because half of us are patrolling, and another quarter of us are doing important research. The rest of us just keep things ticking.”
Cream blinked. It was a lot to take in after a long day. Letting the information bubble over in her head, she took a closer look around the room. It seemed to be made of the same type of brick as the tunnels, except painted grey. Cream could see that whoever had painted them hadn’t done a very good job. The effect was, on the whole, demoralising. She then heard a deep roar from one of the tunnels.
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Gary said, seeing her looking around. “it’s only the testers.”
“Testers? What are they testing?” Cream asked.
“Cars, of course. We can’t solve everything with guns, Cream. So, instead, there are races. Anyone with a half decent ride can get in. The trick is keeping your ride in one chunk.” Gary explained.
“Hmm. Okay. What does Tails do, then?” Cream asked.
“Tails? He’s a hotshot. His car may not be the best, but the guy can drive like no other. We send him in to race, and he usually comes out on top.” Gary said simply.
They spent another couple of hours looking around the Mistral hideout. As Cream had suspected, it was a huge place. They had visited the dorms, (which Cream thought were quite cosy) the garage, (which had car after car after car after car…) Tails’ car, (where Cream tried to rouse him, to no avail) the labs, (which smelt of feet), the tunnel directory (which was bewildering) Tails’ car, (again) and finally back to the cafeteria. Along the way, they were frequently stopped by people who seemed to know Gary, and some who didn’t. At the end of the tour, Cream felt a sense of sheer belittlement as she thought of the size of the base. Her shoes appeared to have been worn considerably as they had been walking.
“So, Cream. Did Gary show you around?” came Tails’ voice.
“You jerk. You jerk, you jerk, you jerk!” I want some answers, mister!” Cream shouted.
“Yes, ma’am…”
“Right. Firstly, what in the name of hell are you doing here?”
“My business.”
“Secondly, why did you leave all those years ago?”
“My business.”
“How could you do that to me? I was so lonely!”
“Had to.”
“Why couldn’t I fly?”
“What, you didn’t know? This city’s air is full of pollutants. We have our own personal eclipse with all the fumes clogging the air.”
“Okay. Can I drive your car?”
“Hell no.”
“Please?”
“As in ‘hell no.’
“Pretty please?”
“What part of ‘hell no’ don’t you understand?”
“You two sound like a married couple, you know that?” Gary said. Both Tails and Cream proceeded to glare menacingly at this remark, forcing Gary to move slowly but surely backwards.
“Okay. Time for some better questions. How are you?” Cream asked.
“A little hungry, but otherwise fine.”
“Whatever happened to the Tornado?” Cream asked. Tails looked at his feet.
“I had to scrap it. The pollution here was eating away at the wings, and the fumes clogged the engine before it could get any real altitude.”
“What?!? But, you love that plane! What about all those flights you took me and Mr. Sonic for? What about all the hours of work you did on it? What about your experience as a pilot? How could you throw it all away?” Cream asked.
“I’m sorry, Cream. People change, just like times. Now, I have some questions for you. Why the hell were you looking for the Mistrals?”
“Mother told me to…before she left.” Cream replied, looking at the ground.
“What? Vanilla…left? What about Sonic? Shadow? Amy, Knuckles, Rouge? Where are they?” Tails asked, a note of panic rising in his voice.
“Who knows? There’s no one left. I’m lonely, Tails.” Cream said sadly.
“Cream…” Tails left off.
“Well…uh…I’m gonna leave you two alone now. See ya!” Gary shouted, making a swift exit.
Cream and Tails looked at each other. Cream sighed. This was her childhood friend, the one she’d longed for most. Why wasn’t she happier?
“Cream. I can’t leave an old friend roaming the streets in a city like this. Tell you what. Join the gang. I’ll take care of you…at least for a while.”
“Thanks, Tails. I’m happy to see you again.”
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Okay. I have decided to follow a policy of short chapters in this story, in order to leave more time for my other, more popular stories. As usual, reviews are welcomed. Please, give me some input here, people!
And now, a word from our sponsors!
Guy: Eat Pillockonion. P.S, If you have a better name, send it to EggmanEmpire.com with three stamps and a cherry on???
Eggman: Cut, that was great! Now, get me some coffee!
Gal: I already did. You’ve been asking all day.
Eggman: I wouldn’t give this to my dog!
Guy: Surely it can’t be that bad…Oh, wait. Hillary made it. It can be that bad.
Eggman: First off, my dog is very fussy and he only takes Latte. After all, he’s the only one in our house that actually drinks coffee.
Gal: So what have you been doing with all the coffee I made?
Eggman: I was trying to make a friendship diary, but I’m really, really fat, so it turned into a food diary. I stuck all the coffee in with sparkle glue. I also stuck in my breakfast. It was kinda hard getting it back though…
Guy:…
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̶ 0;You, Tails, are a grade A jerk. How could you do that to me?” Cream asked.
“What? Just because I left? Just because I saved you? Just because it’s too dangerous in this city, and I don’t want you to get hurt?” Tails asked.
“I was talking about when you said I have a big ass! That was really rude! But all that stuff you said as well!” Cream exclaimed.
“Alright. So you’re angry. No doubt you want some answers now. Am I right?” Tails asked softly.
“As usual, yes. I’m glad to see that you haven’t changed all that much. First off, what are you doing here? Why did you leave all those years ago?” Cream asked.
“I…made a mistake, OK? I don’t want to talk about it.” Tails blanked.
“Second question. Why are you walking around with a gun?”
“What, the Cloudburster? I always carry it.”
“Thirdly, where can I find one of those damn Mistrals?”
“You’re talking to one. Hey, you just shivered. You wanna jump in the car? It’s warmer.”
“Does it not occur to you that seeing my childhood friend suddenly reappear, shoot at least three people, make crude remarks about my ass, and turn out to be one of the people I’m looking for might give me a dose of shock?”
“Whatever. Are you going to get in the car or not?”
Fifteen minutes later (although Cream only knew this because of the car’s dashboard clock, as it was pitch black outside and she didn’t have a watch), both Cream and Tails were both sitting silently in the car. Cream thought of all those times that she had wished that Tails were there, particularly on the night of her mother’s departure, and still found it a little hard to believe that after all that time, he was here, now, and had just saved her from being killed. She could only dream of what Tails was thinking about. Was he even happy to see her after so long? Why had he left? What were the Mistrals? All these questions and more buzzed around her head. She shook them off. She would have to interrogate Tails later. As she looked at the darkness rolling by outside, broken only by the occasional dimly lit streetlamp, she felt her mind shutting down, yarning for the warmth and comfort found in sleep. She felt her eyes begin to close, as exhaustion began to win over her. Giving up the battle, she lay down on the back seat of the car, and gave a gentle snore. Tails looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled. It was good to see Cream again.
Cream awoke, and rubbed her head. It was now her habit to wake up fully alert and ready to move. Hearing a snore from the front, she peered over the seat to see that Tails had fallen asleep. She looked at the car’s clock, and saw that it was morning. Still, outside the windows it was as pitch black as it had been the night before.
“Tails? Tails? What’s going on? It should be light outside, but it isn’t…” she said, nudging him.
Tails gave a mighty yawn and a stretch, then rubbed his eyes.
“Sad, ain’t it? This city doesn’t really differentiate all that much between night and day. There’s a constant cloud over this city, and it blots out most of the daylight. But, you can usually tell if it’s morning or not. There’s a good reason why you can’t tell the difference.” Tails explained groggily.
“Which is? Hey, quit yawning! It’s rude!” Cream exclaimed impatiently.
“Yeah, and it’s rude to wake people up when they’re supposed to be sleeping as well. Most of the people of this city, myself included, are nocturnal. Since there’s no real difference between night and day here, save that day is a tiny bit brighter, we just get up and sleep when we need to.” Tails said.
“Yeah, but if day is brighter, why is it still pitch black outside?” Cream asked, growing more and more impatient.
“Firstly, because my car has tinted windows. I can turn on the switch and all light is blocked from the outside. I use it when I sleep, but it also has a few other functions. Secondly, because we’re at the Mistral hideout. The Mistrals are an underground group, and we mean that in the literal sense.” Tails explained, quickly losing all hope of getting any shuteye.
“That reminds me! I have tons of questions for you- and you’re going to answer them right now!” Cream shouted. Tails clutched his ears in pain. It was really too early for this!
“Geez, Cream! I thought you were supposed to have manners! I wanna get some flippin’ SLEEP!” Tails shouted.
“Tough! You’re gonna answer my questions, show me around the hideout, tell me about the Mistrals and then you can go to sleep!”
In response to this, Tails pressed a button on the dash. Moments later, Cream had been ejected through the newly-opened sunroof. Rubbing her bottom from when she had hit it on the ground, she ran up to the car and started bashing the windows.
“Hey, missy, you may as well stop. That’s Tails’ car. Not only are his windows bullet-proofed, but they’re also double glazed. He can’t hear a thing.” said a passing ferret.
“Huh? You know him?” Cream asked.
“Yeah. The name’s Gary. Or Garybaldi as everyone calls me.” the ferret said, pointing to a glaring bald patch on the on top of his head.
“Uh…Ok, then, Gary. How in the name of hell do you know Tails?” Cream asked in a cautiously polite tone.
“I’ve known the guy ever since he first blew in here. You’re Cream, I assume. Tails told me that you were a very, very special case and that I should show you around. So, you coming?” Gary asked.
“Tch. Lazy bum. Can’t even wake up to give me a guided tour. I suppose you’ll do, although I’m gonna want some answers from him sooner or later.”
“Fine. First stop, the cafeteria!”
Cream followed Gary along a cylindrical tunnel, which was made out of brick. Looking around, Cream felt fairly sure that they were in a sewer of some sort. Her nose, however, told her otherwise, as it smelt quite pleasant. Dotted along the sides of the tunnel at regular intervals were huge beams, made out of what seemed to be reinforced steel. Although most of the brickwork was fairly new, some of it looked as if it were ready to crack or crumble. When she asked if the tunnel was safe, Gary just laughed and told her that nothing in the world was safe. They continued to walk, passing by intersections and other tunnels as they went. They passed a few other creatures, some animal, some human, who all bade Gary a fond ‘Good Morning’ or ‘Pick me up some soup from the canteen!’. They all walked with a purpose, as if each and every one of them were busy. Unlike Cream, they all seemed to know where they were going. She, on the other hand, couldn’t tell one tunnel from the next.
After walking through what seemed like a crisscrossing maze of tunnels, they arrived at a large, well lit room. Cream took in a breath, and smelt foods of all different kinds, from all over the world. There was curry, pizza, noodles, rice, all kinds of meat and vegetables, and many different people and animals forming a queue in order to attain some of this food. Evidently, this was the cafeteria.
“Well, this is the cafeteria.” Gary said.
“Wow. I wonder what gave it away? The food, maybe?” Cream smirked.
“Geez. You really are just like Tails. Always makin’ smart ass remarks…I do my best, alright? Anyway, the sign says cafeteria, but we all call it the canteen.” Gary explained.
“Oi, Garybaldi! You got a fiver you could lend us?” yelled someone in the queue.
“For the last flippin’ time, HELL NO!” Gary yelled back
“Is everyone here like this?” Cream asked.
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t met ‘um all yet.” Gary replied.
He walked over to a bench, and sat down. Cream followed suit. Looking around her, she felt as if she were in a human high school.
“What do you mean, you haven’t met them all? Shouldn’t you know who the members of your organization are?” Cream asked, unimpressed.
“Okay. It looks like I oughta explain what happens with us Mistrals. Keep your ears open, kid. They’re long enough. So, you saw that there was no one on the streets outside, right?”
“What does this have to do with my ears being long? Yeah, I did notice that it was a bit empty…”
“And you notice that there were no police?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“That’s because there is no one who is ‘neutral’ in this city. Everyone is affiliated with one gang or another. The police packed up and left ages ago, because to stop the gangs, you’d have to arrest everyone in the goddamn city, and they don’t have a big enough jail for that. Law and order don’t exist up there. It’s like living in an occupied city. There’s an army on the streets, and here it’s an army of gangs. But, whenever you have an army, you have resistance. That’s us. We’re the ones who are trying to get the gangs off the streets, and make this city hospitable again. Each and every one of us is in here for a different reason. Some people came to the city looking for fame and fortune, but got attacked by the gangs. We pick ‘um up, and sometimes they decide to join. That’s how it works. I don’t know everyone here because half of us are patrolling, and another quarter of us are doing important research. The rest of us just keep things ticking.”
Cream blinked. It was a lot to take in after a long day. Letting the information bubble over in her head, she took a closer look around the room. It seemed to be made of the same type of brick as the tunnels, except painted grey. Cream could see that whoever had painted them hadn’t done a very good job. The effect was, on the whole, demoralising. She then heard a deep roar from one of the tunnels.
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Gary said, seeing her looking around. “it’s only the testers.”
“Testers? What are they testing?” Cream asked.
“Cars, of course. We can’t solve everything with guns, Cream. So, instead, there are races. Anyone with a half decent ride can get in. The trick is keeping your ride in one chunk.” Gary explained.
“Hmm. Okay. What does Tails do, then?” Cream asked.
“Tails? He’s a hotshot. His car may not be the best, but the guy can drive like no other. We send him in to race, and he usually comes out on top.” Gary said simply.
They spent another couple of hours looking around the Mistral hideout. As Cream had suspected, it was a huge place. They had visited the dorms, (which Cream thought were quite cosy) the garage, (which had car after car after car after car…) Tails’ car, (where Cream tried to rouse him, to no avail) the labs, (which smelt of feet), the tunnel directory (which was bewildering) Tails’ car, (again) and finally back to the cafeteria. Along the way, they were frequently stopped by people who seemed to know Gary, and some who didn’t. At the end of the tour, Cream felt a sense of sheer belittlement as she thought of the size of the base. Her shoes appeared to have been worn considerably as they had been walking.
“So, Cream. Did Gary show you around?” came Tails’ voice.
“You jerk. You jerk, you jerk, you jerk!” I want some answers, mister!” Cream shouted.
“Yes, ma’am…”
“Right. Firstly, what in the name of hell are you doing here?”
“My business.”
“Secondly, why did you leave all those years ago?”
“My business.”
“How could you do that to me? I was so lonely!”
“Had to.”
“Why couldn’t I fly?”
“What, you didn’t know? This city’s air is full of pollutants. We have our own personal eclipse with all the fumes clogging the air.”
“Okay. Can I drive your car?”
“Hell no.”
“Please?”
“As in ‘hell no.’
“Pretty please?”
“What part of ‘hell no’ don’t you understand?”
“You two sound like a married couple, you know that?” Gary said. Both Tails and Cream proceeded to glare menacingly at this remark, forcing Gary to move slowly but surely backwards.
“Okay. Time for some better questions. How are you?” Cream asked.
“A little hungry, but otherwise fine.”
“Whatever happened to the Tornado?” Cream asked. Tails looked at his feet.
“I had to scrap it. The pollution here was eating away at the wings, and the fumes clogged the engine before it could get any real altitude.”
“What?!? But, you love that plane! What about all those flights you took me and Mr. Sonic for? What about all the hours of work you did on it? What about your experience as a pilot? How could you throw it all away?” Cream asked.
“I’m sorry, Cream. People change, just like times. Now, I have some questions for you. Why the hell were you looking for the Mistrals?”
“Mother told me to…before she left.” Cream replied, looking at the ground.
“What? Vanilla…left? What about Sonic? Shadow? Amy, Knuckles, Rouge? Where are they?” Tails asked, a note of panic rising in his voice.
“Who knows? There’s no one left. I’m lonely, Tails.” Cream said sadly.
“Cream…” Tails left off.
“Well…uh…I’m gonna leave you two alone now. See ya!” Gary shouted, making a swift exit.
Cream and Tails looked at each other. Cream sighed. This was her childhood friend, the one she’d longed for most. Why wasn’t she happier?
“Cream. I can’t leave an old friend roaming the streets in a city like this. Tell you what. Join the gang. I’ll take care of you…at least for a while.”
“Thanks, Tails. I’m happy to see you again.”
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Okay. I have decided to follow a policy of short chapters in this story, in order to leave more time for my other, more popular stories. As usual, reviews are welcomed. Please, give me some input here, people!