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Tails's plot for revenge goes on and he finds of course more trouble in Casinopolis. Plus he ends up playing daddy.
Shadow meanwhile remembers his sickening past as he starts to look for a way to lift his curse.

Other chaps:
[link] Chapter 1

[link] Chapter 2

[link] Chapter 3

[link] Chapter 5

Twin Tails of Vengeance

Chapter 4: Rock’n in Casinopolis

The black hedgehog stood in the middle of the city. A black demonic starfish looking creature known as Black Doom’s eye floated by his side. People where stumbling over each other trying to run away from Shadow Who stood watching them with a glare set on his face. Doom’s Eye floated closer to Shadow. Shadow had been obeying the orders of the Eye hoping to find the truth about his path. He had been convinced that the destruction of the human race would guarantee the emergence of his past.

“Look at them flee before you. Trampling the other just to save their own life. How pathetic. Put them out of their misery Shadow.” The Eye said in a sinister voice that always seemed to worm it’s way into Shadow’s mind.

“Yes.” Shadow said. He ran after the fleeing crowd, his speed quickly increasing as his skate’s jets fired up propelling Shadow faster. He began laughing manically as he attacked them with out mercy or regret. After using a variety of methods the group was ‘dispatched’. Shadow stood in the middle of the carnage and began laughing insanely raising his bloodied hands into the air. The massacre growing even more gruesome as Shadow’s crazed laughter seeped throughout the city streets. But soon the wailing and weeping of the people mourning the dead struck him in his mind. And he slowly stopped and lowered his hands with a softening expression. One voice in particular caught his attention. A child’s voice.

“Mommy, please get up. We have to go home. It‘s bad here. Please Mommy get up.”

Shadow turned and saw the tiny human girl leaning over a larger shape laying in a morbid red puddle on the wrecked sidewalk. The child clearly didn’t know what death was. Truly innocent. Unlike Shadow.

“Ha! Pathetic human!” Shadow tried to clear the soft emotion from his voice. It wouldn’t be hard to take out a kid. But as the child’s voice turned to an agonized scream of loss Shadow stopped right in his path. He couldn’t move from where he stood. Only stare at the spectacle before him.

What had he done?

“Well done Shadow.” Black Doom cooed in Shadow’s ear from behind him.

Shadow opened his eyes and cleared the dream from his head. Memories he so dearly wanted to forget kept coming back to him. He was sitting atop the motorcycle he had found. The HK416 still in his hand.

That wretched dream had been from back when he had been so... Hideous and… twisted. It was a horrible reminder of lot’s of things. No wonder everyone else hated him. He could only hope to free himself from this curse and ensure children never suffered what he had become back then. Never. Never.

Shadow stretched out and looked around. It was getting very close to evening. With his ultimate eye sight he looked straight far off into the distance. On the horizon he could see the lights of Casinopolis turning on. Not before long they would lighting up the night sky. Shadow hated artificial light. He felt more comfortable in the dark. Time to head off to once again find answers. Shadow revved up the bike’s engine and set off.

Meanwhile the group of Tails, Mori, and Ragnarok had been walking for hours. Tails was holding both their hands and he broke out of his thoughts when he realized how dark it suddenly was. He realized it must be getting very late. He looked up into the sky and realized it must be 5:47 or later. He wasn’t sure how much closer they were to their destination but it had to be close. There were still trees all around them so they were still in the forest Tails had fought Metal Sonic in.

Tails tried to slip back into his plans for revenge. But…

“Are we there yet, Daddy?” Ragnarok asked. Tails was bewildered.

“Daddy? I’m only 13 Ragnarok, How can I possibly be your daddy?” Tails asked puzzled as he broke out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know. Because you kind of look like a daddy and I have no parents. Besides we both have the same kind of tail. See?” Ragnarok said wagging his fox-like tail.

Tails had noticed that Ragnarok was a combination of multiple animals. But couldn’t possibly guess what he mainly was. He tried to push away a wave of bizarre theories.

“I can‘t be your daddy. Besides I‘m only thirteen years old, and I don‘t even have a girlfriend or anything. So me being your dad is biologically impossible.” Tails said still walking.

“What does biologically mean?” Mori asked.

Tails gave a sigh. “It’s a science term related to one’s lineage.”

“If it’s biologically impossible then maybe it’s lineaginaclly possible!” Ragnarok said cheerfully not knowing that ‘lineaginacally’ wasn’t even a word.

Tails gave another sigh at the their naivety. They were so oblivious to the world and it made him give a small chuckle as he remembered how he used to be the same...

They continued walking and Ragnarok seemed to have officially acknowledged Tails as his dad. Tails decided it would end up confusing people but he felt attached to both Ragnarok and Mori. He already felt as if he’d met them long ago. So he let the name stick and secretly liked it. He didn’t care either if it confused people.

Eventually they came to a clearing and they could see the Casino Park about half a mile away. The city’s multicolored lights were shining against the evening clouds making for a strange sky appearance.

“What is that Daddy?”

“It’s so pretty... I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.” Mori said staring straight ahead.

“It’s called Casinopolis. A city filled with gambling, sex, drugs and who cares what else.” Tails said blandly.

“What are those?” Mori asked.

Tails shook his head with the ghost of a smile on his face. “Lets just say it has the answers I need. Now is the time when you‘ll need to do everything I say. I know you two have never seen anything like this but when we get inside things will be very different and there will be lots of people who may try to hurt us.” Tails warned them both.

The two nodded their heads. Tails reached into his coat and checked his firearms. Not a lot of ammunition left from his tangle with Metal Sonic. Only about five rounds left in both his sidearms. He’d have to think on his feet in that place and keep the kids out of trouble… great now he was playing dad for two kids he’d just met.

Tails had been here with Sonic a couple times in the past when they were adventuring long ago. Sonic had warned him about how dangerous that place could be. But mostly during the adventure there they were running along the rooftops and they never worried about the city below. Those were the days. Tails gripped himself and pulled back to the present. They walked towards the North entrance.

The motor of Shadow’s bike roared as he drove through the South entrance smashing through the gates. He veered left and recklessly sped down the street. The Ultimate Life Form doesn’t need a helmet. He smirked to himself.

He swerved harshly and skidded to a stop. He could feel the presence of some one familiar with in the premises of the park. Someone who may be able to help him. He didn’t know who it was though. But he felt the knew them.

As Shadow looked around he let out a discontented hiss and tried to shield his eyes from the glare of the multicolored artificial lights glaring at him from every direction. Was all the fake light even necessary? Eventually Shadow’s eyes adjusted to the glare. But Shadow always felt most comfortable in the dark. It suited him and it was his sanctuary in a way.

He checked the bike’s fuel gauge and realized he was running very low. He growled to his self. Silly thing needed to always but be filled. Why couldn’t things just run forever like him? He turned to see a startled cat gawking at him. Shocked at his driving and the fact that he was holding a machine gun in one hand.

“Excuse me, could you direct me to a … uh…gas, fueling place?” Shadow tried to ask as politely as he could. The cat still freaked out, pointed a trembling finger down the street. “Thank you.”

Tails and his companions came in through the gates and entered the land of glowing neon lights that illuminated everything. Tails instantly had a sensation he was going to meet someone who he didn’t like. Someone who he was terrified of.

Tails looked up into the sky which was now dark and he could make out a few stars trough the haze a neon.

He looked over his shoulder at Mori and Ragnarok enjoying this new experience. Laughing and ohh-ing and ahh-ing at the marvelous lit up landscape. He gave a small smile at the two and he formed his priorities.

First of all he’d need to find a gun store to sell him some more ammunition. Secondly he’d gather some information on these cyborgs. Then he realized he had no money. He’d bought the truck off those hobos back in Mobiotropolis. He’d need to sell something then. But what did he have? The rings from Jacobson were all he had. And he couldn’t go around selling presents from people. This could be a problem.

He noticed a gun store just off to his left and yet he had no money. How inconvenient. Then again he was in the biggest casino park in all of Mobius. He could just… no no. Sonic had taught him never to gamble. The memory was so clear…

“See all these machines Tails?” Sonic asked pointing all around him.

“Yep, I see ‘em Sonic.” A much younger Tails replied sitting happily on the floor enjoying all the lights.

“They’re for gambling Tails. They take your money and you can never get it back. Promise me you’ll never get into that. Okay?”

“I promise Sonic. It looks lame anyways.” The younger Tails replied sticking out his tongue at the machines.

Tails wiped away the memory. Sonic kept coming into his head. It had been so easy back then to make that promise. He shook his head. He decided to browse the gun store anyways. “You two stay here at the store entrance. I’ll be right out. Don’t touch anything and call me if anything happens.” Tails told Mori and Ragnarok.

Tails entered the store. It was fairly small but seemed to carry a wide stock of items. Tails walked over to the counter. He hadn’t ever pictured himself purchasing firearm equipment. It suddenly crossed his memory that Sonic hated guns. Tails froze in place…

“Can I help you there son?” The store owner asked noticing Tails standing there.

“Erm, yeah.” Tails walked over to the counter. “What kind of ammo do you carry?” He suddenly noticed the owner was a pig but what caught his eye was that his cloths covered half his face and his entire lower body. Tails told himself it was necessary to cover one’s body that way when working with firearms and he also shook his head of Sonic telling him about how dangerous guns were.

“Well what kind of gun are you using? And what kind of caliber does it take?” The Owner asked.

Tails pulled out Dark Angel and Rage Drive slowly and laid them on the counter after removing their ammunition magazines.

The owner picked up Dark Angel first and examined it from all sides studying the weapon. He laid it down and then did the same to Rage Drive “These are some strange side arms you’re carrying son. What class guns are these?” He asked puzzled while he eyed the gun’s names cautiously.

“Oh, I made them myself. I can build quite a few things. Here are their magazines. I have some ammunition left.” Tails said handing him the cartridges.

The owner felt suspicious when he flipped Dark Angel’s barrel around and found nine tranquilizing needles resting inside it.
“Son, just what kind of occupation do you have?” He asked looking the fox in the eyes.

“Oh man, I can’t just tell him I’m out for revenge to kill a murderous army of cyborgs.” Tails thought.

“I’m a… uh bounty hunter.” Tails said thinking fast. “They call me the ‘Twin Tails of Vengeance.’ It’s my code name.” Tails said hoping it would work.

The owner raised an eyebrow. “Well Mr. Twin Tails of Vengeance… I’d say these are some finely made guns.”

“Thank you sir… I think.”

“They look like they’d take about… Oh, 45. Caliber bullets. It looks the type you’re currently carrying right now. How much are you planning on buying?”

“Well… none right now. I’m just browsing.”

“You know, you seem awfully suspicious… If I called the police on you right now would they recognize you as this bounty hunter?” The owner said giving Tails a very sinister smile.

Tails was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He found his hand slowly reaching for his knife he’d inscribed his guns with. He didn’t know he still had it. “The police? Uhh…”
Why was he pausing? The police were his allies. They should recognize someone who’s helped them save the city more then once. “The police? Of course they’ll recognize me. Go ahead and call them but I’m not sticking around.” Tails said smugly and snatched up his guns quickly and loaded and turned to leave.

“You have two tails Mr. That seems kind of familiar to me.” The pig replied walking around his counter and over to where Tails was standing.

Suddenly a knife whirled through the air and embedded itself in the wooden counter. The owner stopped in his tracks.

“I don’t know why you seem so interested in me. But this is a waste of my time.” Tails said angrily He narrowed his eyes. “And I hate wasting my time.” Tails walked out of the shop only to find more trouble.

“ay up shorty!” A fat butcher with a red stained apron was waving his fists in the air. Tails looked over and saw Ragnarok looking upset with Mori standing close by not sure what to do.

“What happened?” Tails asked walking over to the group.

“That little thief ate my property!!” The butcher said jabbing his finger Ragnarok.

“He ate your property? What, your stall?” Tails groaned wondering just what had happened.

“No! Not that! My freshly seasoned and cut meat!” The butcher shrieked.

“It wasn’t my fault Daddy! It smelled so good!” Ragnarok protested.

“You ate raw meat?” Tails said feeling annoyed.

“’Daddy?’ You’re his father?!! Can’t you keep track of your children?!!!”

Tails ignored the butcher who was apparently having an mental breakdown and wondered what to do next. Meanwhile the man behind them was waving around his butchering knife.

“Okay, chill out sir. I’ll pay for what Ragnarok ate.”

The man obviously didn’t care. He raised his hand into the air brought it down at Ragnarok’s face.

There was a rush of air and Tails’ arm swung and grabbed the butcher’s arm and wrenched it backwards behind his back. There was a loud cracking sound and the butcher yelled in pain.

“You touch him and tear your disgusting head right off.” Tails whispered in a low threatening tone next to the man‘s ear. Tails increased the strain on the guy’s hand and he yelled again and dropped his big knife which clattered to the street.

“Mr. Tails! please stop it!” Mori said. She had never seen this side of Tails.

“Daddy no!” Ragnarok also said.

Tails was focused intently on his victim though. “Maybe You didn’t hear me the first time. But if you intend to hurt the kids… I’ll turn your own knife against you and you’ll end just like your produce.” Tails let go of the butcher’s arm and slowly stepped backwards staring the butcher straight in the eyes. Tails noticed people around them watching with concerned faces and he decided it was time to withdraw. But when he kept walking he felt he was going to run into someone he knew… but was afraid of…

“Sorry about the way I acted back there.” Tails apologized once they were all back on the streets among the bright lights of Casinopolis.

“It’s alright.” Mori said quietly. Ragnarok didn’t say anything at all.

Meanwhile, back in Mobiotropolis an old human man dressed in black robes, a silver cross necklace and a Bible attached to a very short chain that clipped onto his belt and he had graying hair. Jacobson, the pastor of Saint Maria’s Cathedral walked around a corner.

He was humming an old nostalgic hymnal he’d had stuck in his head for the past hour. When he came around the corner he gasped as he saw the sight around the corner. He leapt back around and pressed his back against the wall. He strained his old ears to hear to voices on the other side.

“We’ll have to sneak inside and get it. We can’t just have an out right massacre you know.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re to weak to kill someone.”

“What? You know that’s not true. You of a lot of people have seen what I have done and You’ve heard what I want to do to that Ragnarok. I don‘t care if he is a child or not. And I also keep hearing about how much you hate this Tails. And yet you destroy so many other people who have nothing to do with him. I‘d say you‘re the weak one Feral.”

Jacobson nearly jumped when he heard the word ‘Tails’ and ‘kill’ in the same sentence. He heard himself gasp. The voices’ conversation certainly was unnerving. But not nearly as unnerving as when he realized the voices had stopped. He turned to leave and came face to face with a cyborg cheetah.

“Hmm, it seems we have an eavesdropper. I don‘t appreciate Eavesdroppers, instead I kill them...”

To be continued

Description
Tails's plot for revenge goes on and he finds of course more trouble in Casinopolis. Plus he ends up playing daddy.
Shadow meanwhile remembers his sickening past as he starts to look for a way to lift his curse.

Other chaps:
[link] Chapter 1

[link] Chapter 2

[link] Chapter 3

[link] Chapter 5

Twin Tails of Vengeance

Chapter 4: Rock’n in Casinopolis

The black hedgehog stood in the middle of the city. A black demonic starfish looking creature known as Black Doom’s eye floated by his side. People where stumbling over each other trying to run away from Shadow Who stood watching them with a glare set on his face. Doom’s Eye floated closer to Shadow. Shadow had been obeying the orders of the Eye hoping to find the truth about his path. He had been convinced that the destruction of the human race would guarantee the emergence of his past.

“Look at them flee before you. Trampling the other just to save their own life. How pathetic. Put them out of their misery Shadow.” The Eye said in a sinister voice that always seemed to worm it’s way into Shadow’s mind.

“Yes.” Shadow said. He ran after the fleeing crowd, his speed quickly increasing as his skate’s jets fired up propelling Shadow faster. He began laughing manically as he attacked them with out mercy or regret. After using a variety of methods the group was ‘dispatched’. Shadow stood in the middle of the carnage and began laughing insanely raising his bloodied hands into the air. The massacre growing even more gruesome as Shadow’s crazed laughter seeped throughout the city streets. But soon the wailing and weeping of the people mourning the dead struck him in his mind. And he slowly stopped and lowered his hands with a softening expression. One voice in particular caught his attention. A child’s voice.

“Mommy, please get up. We have to go home. It‘s bad here. Please Mommy get up.”

Shadow turned and saw the tiny human girl leaning over a larger shape laying in a morbid red puddle on the wrecked sidewalk. The child clearly didn’t know what death was. Truly innocent. Unlike Shadow.

“Ha! Pathetic human!” Shadow tried to clear the soft emotion from his voice. It wouldn’t be hard to take out a kid. But as the child’s voice turned to an agonized scream of loss Shadow stopped right in his path. He couldn’t move from where he stood. Only stare at the spectacle before him.

What had he done?

“Well done Shadow.” Black Doom cooed in Shadow’s ear from behind him.

Shadow opened his eyes and cleared the dream from his head. Memories he so dearly wanted to forget kept coming back to him. He was sitting atop the motorcycle he had found. The HK416 still in his hand.

That wretched dream had been from back when he had been so... Hideous and… twisted. It was a horrible reminder of lot’s of things. No wonder everyone else hated him. He could only hope to free himself from this curse and ensure children never suffered what he had become back then. Never. Never.

Shadow stretched out and looked around. It was getting very close to evening. With his ultimate eye sight he looked straight far off into the distance. On the horizon he could see the lights of Casinopolis turning on. Not before long they would lighting up the night sky. Shadow hated artificial light. He felt more comfortable in the dark. Time to head off to once again find answers. Shadow revved up the bike’s engine and set off.

Meanwhile the group of Tails, Mori, and Ragnarok had been walking for hours. Tails was holding both their hands and he broke out of his thoughts when he realized how dark it suddenly was. He realized it must be getting very late. He looked up into the sky and realized it must be 5:47 or later. He wasn’t sure how much closer they were to their destination but it had to be close. There were still trees all around them so they were still in the forest Tails had fought Metal Sonic in.

Tails tried to slip back into his plans for revenge. But…

“Are we there yet, Daddy?” Ragnarok asked. Tails was bewildered.

“Daddy? I’m only 13 Ragnarok, How can I possibly be your daddy?” Tails asked puzzled as he broke out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know. Because you kind of look like a daddy and I have no parents. Besides we both have the same kind of tail. See?” Ragnarok said wagging his fox-like tail.

Tails had noticed that Ragnarok was a combination of multiple animals. But couldn’t possibly guess what he mainly was. He tried to push away a wave of bizarre theories.

“I can‘t be your daddy. Besides I‘m only thirteen years old, and I don‘t even have a girlfriend or anything. So me being your dad is biologically impossible.” Tails said still walking.

“What does biologically mean?” Mori asked.

Tails gave a sigh. “It’s a science term related to one’s lineage.”

“If it’s biologically impossible then maybe it’s lineaginaclly possible!” Ragnarok said cheerfully not knowing that ‘lineaginacally’ wasn’t even a word.

Tails gave another sigh at the their naivety. They were so oblivious to the world and it made him give a small chuckle as he remembered how he used to be the same...

They continued walking and Ragnarok seemed to have officially acknowledged Tails as his dad. Tails decided it would end up confusing people but he felt attached to both Ragnarok and Mori. He already felt as if he’d met them long ago. So he let the name stick and secretly liked it. He didn’t care either if it confused people.

Eventually they came to a clearing and they could see the Casino Park about half a mile away. The city’s multicolored lights were shining against the evening clouds making for a strange sky appearance.

“What is that Daddy?”

“It’s so pretty... I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.” Mori said staring straight ahead.

“It’s called Casinopolis. A city filled with gambling, sex, drugs and who cares what else.” Tails said blandly.

“What are those?” Mori asked.

Tails shook his head with the ghost of a smile on his face. “Lets just say it has the answers I need. Now is the time when you‘ll need to do everything I say. I know you two have never seen anything like this but when we get inside things will be very different and there will be lots of people who may try to hurt us.” Tails warned them both.

The two nodded their heads. Tails reached into his coat and checked his firearms. Not a lot of ammunition left from his tangle with Metal Sonic. Only about five rounds left in both his sidearms. He’d have to think on his feet in that place and keep the kids out of trouble… great now he was playing dad for two kids he’d just met.

Tails had been here with Sonic a couple times in the past when they were adventuring long ago. Sonic had warned him about how dangerous that place could be. But mostly during the adventure there they were running along the rooftops and they never worried about the city below. Those were the days. Tails gripped himself and pulled back to the present. They walked towards the North entrance.

The motor of Shadow’s bike roared as he drove through the South entrance smashing through the gates. He veered left and recklessly sped down the street. The Ultimate Life Form doesn’t need a helmet. He smirked to himself.

He swerved harshly and skidded to a stop. He could feel the presence of some one familiar with in the premises of the park. Someone who may be able to help him. He didn’t know who it was though. But he felt the knew them.

As Shadow looked around he let out a discontented hiss and tried to shield his eyes from the glare of the multicolored artificial lights glaring at him from every direction. Was all the fake light even necessary? Eventually Shadow’s eyes adjusted to the glare. But Shadow always felt most comfortable in the dark. It suited him and it was his sanctuary in a way.

He checked the bike’s fuel gauge and realized he was running very low. He growled to his self. Silly thing needed to always but be filled. Why couldn’t things just run forever like him? He turned to see a startled cat gawking at him. Shocked at his driving and the fact that he was holding a machine gun in one hand.

“Excuse me, could you direct me to a … uh…gas, fueling place?” Shadow tried to ask as politely as he could. The cat still freaked out, pointed a trembling finger down the street. “Thank you.”

Tails and his companions came in through the gates and entered the land of glowing neon lights that illuminated everything. Tails instantly had a sensation he was going to meet someone who he didn’t like. Someone who he was terrified of.

Tails looked up into the sky which was now dark and he could make out a few stars trough the haze a neon.

He looked over his shoulder at Mori and Ragnarok enjoying this new experience. Laughing and ohh-ing and ahh-ing at the marvelous lit up landscape. He gave a small smile at the two and he formed his priorities.

First of all he’d need to find a gun store to sell him some more ammunition. Secondly he’d gather some information on these cyborgs. Then he realized he had no money. He’d bought the truck off those hobos back in Mobiotropolis. He’d need to sell something then. But what did he have? The rings from Jacobson were all he had. And he couldn’t go around selling presents from people. This could be a problem.

He noticed a gun store just off to his left and yet he had no money. How inconvenient. Then again he was in the biggest casino park in all of Mobius. He could just… no no. Sonic had taught him never to gamble. The memory was so clear…

“See all these machines Tails?” Sonic asked pointing all around him.

“Yep, I see ‘em Sonic.” A much younger Tails replied sitting happily on the floor enjoying all the lights.

“They’re for gambling Tails. They take your money and you can never get it back. Promise me you’ll never get into that. Okay?”

“I promise Sonic. It looks lame anyways.” The younger Tails replied sticking out his tongue at the machines.

Tails wiped away the memory. Sonic kept coming into his head. It had been so easy back then to make that promise. He shook his head. He decided to browse the gun store anyways. “You two stay here at the store entrance. I’ll be right out. Don’t touch anything and call me if anything happens.” Tails told Mori and Ragnarok.

Tails entered the store. It was fairly small but seemed to carry a wide stock of items. Tails walked over to the counter. He hadn’t ever pictured himself purchasing firearm equipment. It suddenly crossed his memory that Sonic hated guns. Tails froze in place…

“Can I help you there son?” The store owner asked noticing Tails standing there.

“Erm, yeah.” Tails walked over to the counter. “What kind of ammo do you carry?” He suddenly noticed the owner was a pig but what caught his eye was that his cloths covered half his face and his entire lower body. Tails told himself it was necessary to cover one’s body that way when working with firearms and he also shook his head of Sonic telling him about how dangerous guns were.

“Well what kind of gun are you using? And what kind of caliber does it take?” The Owner asked.

Tails pulled out Dark Angel and Rage Drive slowly and laid them on the counter after removing their ammunition magazines.

The owner picked up Dark Angel first and examined it from all sides studying the weapon. He laid it down and then did the same to Rage Drive “These are some strange side arms you’re carrying son. What class guns are these?” He asked puzzled while he eyed the gun’s names cautiously.

“Oh, I made them myself. I can build quite a few things. Here are their magazines. I have some ammunition left.” Tails said handing him the cartridges.

The owner felt suspicious when he flipped Dark Angel’s barrel around and found nine tranquilizing needles resting inside it.
“Son, just what kind of occupation do you have?” He asked looking the fox in the eyes.

“Oh man, I can’t just tell him I’m out for revenge to kill a murderous army of cyborgs.” Tails thought.

“I’m a… uh bounty hunter.” Tails said thinking fast. “They call me the ‘Twin Tails of Vengeance.’ It’s my code name.” Tails said hoping it would work.

The owner raised an eyebrow. “Well Mr. Twin Tails of Vengeance… I’d say these are some finely made guns.”

“Thank you sir… I think.”

“They look like they’d take about… Oh, 45. Caliber bullets. It looks the type you’re currently carrying right now. How much are you planning on buying?”

“Well… none right now. I’m just browsing.”

“You know, you seem awfully suspicious… If I called the police on you right now would they recognize you as this bounty hunter?” The owner said giving Tails a very sinister smile.

Tails was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He found his hand slowly reaching for his knife he’d inscribed his guns with. He didn’t know he still had it. “The police? Uhh…”
Why was he pausing? The police were his allies. They should recognize someone who’s helped them save the city more then once. “The police? Of course they’ll recognize me. Go ahead and call them but I’m not sticking around.” Tails said smugly and snatched up his guns quickly and loaded and turned to leave.

“You have two tails Mr. That seems kind of familiar to me.” The pig replied walking around his counter and over to where Tails was standing.

Suddenly a knife whirled through the air and embedded itself in the wooden counter. The owner stopped in his tracks.

“I don’t know why you seem so interested in me. But this is a waste of my time.” Tails said angrily He narrowed his eyes. “And I hate wasting my time.” Tails walked out of the shop only to find more trouble.

“ay up shorty!” A fat butcher with a red stained apron was waving his fists in the air. Tails looked over and saw Ragnarok looking upset with Mori standing close by not sure what to do.

“What happened?” Tails asked walking over to the group.

“That little thief ate my property!!” The butcher said jabbing his finger Ragnarok.

“He ate your property? What, your stall?” Tails groaned wondering just what had happened.

“No! Not that! My freshly seasoned and cut meat!” The butcher shrieked.

“It wasn’t my fault Daddy! It smelled so good!” Ragnarok protested.

“You ate raw meat?” Tails said feeling annoyed.

“’Daddy?’ You’re his father?!! Can’t you keep track of your children?!!!”

Tails ignored the butcher who was apparently having an mental breakdown and wondered what to do next. Meanwhile the man behind them was waving around his butchering knife.

“Okay, chill out sir. I’ll pay for what Ragnarok ate.”

The man obviously didn’t care. He raised his hand into the air brought it down at Ragnarok’s face.

There was a rush of air and Tails’ arm swung and grabbed the butcher’s arm and wrenched it backwards behind his back. There was a loud cracking sound and the butcher yelled in pain.

“You touch him and tear your disgusting head right off.” Tails whispered in a low threatening tone next to the man‘s ear. Tails increased the strain on the guy’s hand and he yelled again and dropped his big knife which clattered to the street.

“Mr. Tails! please stop it!” Mori said. She had never seen this side of Tails.

“Daddy no!” Ragnarok also said.

Tails was focused intently on his victim though. “Maybe You didn’t hear me the first time. But if you intend to hurt the kids… I’ll turn your own knife against you and you’ll end just like your produce.” Tails let go of the butcher’s arm and slowly stepped backwards staring the butcher straight in the eyes. Tails noticed people around them watching with concerned faces and he decided it was time to withdraw. But when he kept walking he felt he was going to run into someone he knew… but was afraid of…

“Sorry about the way I acted back there.” Tails apologized once they were all back on the streets among the bright lights of Casinopolis.

“It’s alright.” Mori said quietly. Ragnarok didn’t say anything at all.

Meanwhile, back in Mobiotropolis an old human man dressed in black robes, a silver cross necklace and a Bible attached to a very short chain that clipped onto his belt and he had graying hair. Jacobson, the pastor of Saint Maria’s Cathedral walked around a corner.

He was humming an old nostalgic hymnal he’d had stuck in his head for the past hour. When he came around the corner he gasped as he saw the sight around the corner. He leapt back around and pressed his back against the wall. He strained his old ears to hear to voices on the other side.

“We’ll have to sneak inside and get it. We can’t just have an out right massacre you know.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re to weak to kill someone.”

“What? You know that’s not true. You of a lot of people have seen what I have done and You’ve heard what I want to do to that Ragnarok. I don‘t care if he is a child or not. And I also keep hearing about how much you hate this Tails. And yet you destroy so many other people who have nothing to do with him. I‘d say you‘re the weak one Feral.”

Jacobson nearly jumped when he heard the word ‘Tails’ and ‘kill’ in the same sentence. He heard himself gasp. The voices’ conversation certainly was unnerving. But not nearly as unnerving as when he realized the voices had stopped. He turned to leave and came face to face with a cyborg cheetah.

“Hmm, it seems we have an eavesdropper. I don‘t appreciate Eavesdroppers, instead I kill them...”

To be continued