Fallen Idol
Concept by The Tears of a Mad Man
Written by Sean Catlett and The Tears of a Mad Man

Chapter 2

What are words that would describe this moment in time?

Surprise.

Anger.

Love.

Hate.

The glare coming from Tails’ eyes was chilling, cold and spiteful.

“Tails?”

Sonic was worried.

“Tails . . . are you . . . feeling all right?”

Sonic was concerned.

“Tails . . . talk to me, man!”

Sonic was scared.

“ . . . Get out, now.”

Tails was mad.

“You son of a bitch, it’s your fault!”

Tails was angry.

“It’s your fault I’m always in your fucking shadow!!!”

Tails was pissed.

Sonic took a step back. What happened? Something in Tails had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

“Miles-”

“YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT!!!”

Sonic took yet another step back. Now he was in total shock.

“Please Tails, whatever I did, I’m sorry!”

“Whatever you did?! HA! You must be sorry for the WHOLE TIME I’VE KNOWN YOU!!!”

Tails shot out of his bed, in which he almost fell down. The concussion had made him very dizzy indeed. When Sonic took a step forward to help, Tails shot his head up, giving him a bitter glare.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

**********

Reporters and fans waited outside, waiting for their blue hero.

They wanted to ask them how he felt.

How he was going to catch the mysterious man.

How things were going with Amy.

How his friendship with Knuckles was.

Not one was going to ask about Tails.

Not *one*.

The door opened. Everyone stood up, got their cameras up, and ran to the door.

They all were disappointed when Tails stepped out, a bandage over his head.

They all were disappointed when Sonic didn’t follow suit.

Through the huge crowd, one reporter stepped up to Tails. Miles grinned. At least one person was concerned about his well being.

At least *one*.

“So Tails . . . were is Sonic at?”

“...”

Not *one*.

“...”

You could see the blood shed onto the camera as Miles punched him in the face.

**********

A few minutes later, the reporter was sent away in an ambulance, and Sonic stepped out the door. He was rushed by a crowd of fans, local news reporters, and hundreds of flashing cameras.

“Sonic, what’s going on?”

“Sonic, why is Tails acting so violent?”

“Sonic, does Tails have anger problems?”

Heh, funny, now Tails is the talk of the town.

Well, maybe not.

“Sonic, how are you going to capture this “unknown killer”?”

“Sonic, is it true you and Amy have unprotected sex?”

“Sonic, are you going to run this week’s charity marathon?”
Sonic looked around to all the cameras, to all the reporters, to all the fans. That’s when they all saw it. No one would believe it unless they were there to see it for them selves.

It was like seeing Jesus rape a 10 year old, or a raging fire turn to crystal clear ice.

Sonic was crying.

Not like at the press meeting, not just a stray tear.

Sonic was balling his fucking eyes out. For real this time.

They all started asking questions so fast, they didn’t see it sooner.

Sonic ran past the crowd, who were in a state of shock.

Sonic was crying all right.

Crying like he had just lost a loved one.