Miles "Tails" Prower (Completed)

Every Day The Same Shit

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Miles sat on his knees against the grass. Holding his broken invention while crying. Again the bullies had attacked and had carelessly broken what Miles does best.

"N-Not again" Miles cried. Looking down at his invention.

"Every"

The bigger of the two took his stick and was ready to swing at the invention.

"NO!" Miles yelled. As he was tired of his things being broken. Yet he let's it happen.

"Day"

"STOP!" Miles yelled again. Pleading for them to stop. Knowing they wouldn't, he still tried. The stick came down toward his master piece like a Falcon and it's prey.

"The"

A smash of glass could be heard as once again the bullies succeeded in destroying Miles work.

"Same"

SHIT

~Two Years Later~

Miles walked through the snow, holding his scarf up to his muzzle to keep from freezing. Looking down with bags under his eyes. His tails were ridden of fur because of the bullies. So no longer could he propell them to fly.

"Maybe it's time to travel..." Miles shivered, his voice slightly raspy. Steam formed in the air as Miles's warm breath hit the cold atmosphere. "To a better place..." he continued. 'It's so cold, but am I ready??' Miles asked himself in his mind. Continuing to walk with shaky legs and shivering body. He heard small chirps from behind him. Chirps of a bird.

"Pip! Pip! Pip!" The bird called out, trying to get someone's attention for help.

"Huh?" Miles turned his head to the direction of the chirping. "What was that?" He asked himself. His ears twitching to the sound of the chirps.

Walking back, Miles bends down in front of a small bush. Uncovering it, revealed a small bird with a broken wing. Who continued to chirp for help.

"Oh, a bird" Miles says to himself. Looking down at the bird with awe, yet he felt as if the bird was him. Both unable to fly, both in need of help. He felt sympathy for the poor thing.

"Poor bird, you're also alone and lost your ability to fly" Miles bends down a little further to pick the injured bird up. Unwrapping his scarf from his neck. Miles bundles the small bird gently. So he didn't cause it any more pain. "Don't worry. Soon we both will be able to fly from this place. I will take care of you, I promise."

Miles walked back to his small home to warm the bird up, to feed it, and wrap it's wing up.

"Eat up so you will be big and strong" Miles smiles. Holding up a spoon of bird feed to the birds beak. So the bird could eat.

Miles wraps the wing up with bandage to help the wing heal. The bird looks at his wing as Miles spoke. "Your wings will heal up in no time!"

Miles sat the bird up on his shoulder as he worked on his new invention. Holding his wrench up in front of him. His head looking toward the bird on his left shoulder.

"We're gonna change the world, together" Miles told the bird with a big smile. Picking up the bird, Miles held it up in front of him. The little bird began to lightly peck Miles's muzzle. Making him giggle and laugh.

Miles set the bird down on the table and rubbed up under the birds chin. "Come on!" Miles smiled bigger.

"I had fun..." "...Until that day"

Miles laughed as he looked up at the flying bird. Walking toward an opening in a forest. With his invention in hand.

"This machine will defiantly change this world. Let's test it out before they get us again" Miles told his pet bird. His one and only family.

Once Miles made it, he sat down on his knees. Gently setting his invention down on the ground. Ready for testing.

"I just need a little bit of soil" Miles assures himself. Picking up a handful of soil. Miles shifts the handful of soil into the funnel of the machine. "I hope it works!" Miles smiles proudly. The bird chirping to respond to the fox.

"Hey Miles" One of the bullies say. Both walked up to Miles, the big one holding the wooden pole. Miles back jerked up straight. His eyes wide with fear. Miles quickly stood to his feet next to his invention. Holding his hands up for a bit of useless defence.

"P-Please guys! Don't do it, just this time? This machine could change this world! L-let me demonstrate to you! I-if you want" Miles begged. Both looked down at him with annoyance and blank expressions.

"Do we look interested?" Both ask rhetorically. The fat one lifts the wooden pole over his head, and slammed it down with force.

"NO!" Miles screamed. The bird took notice and dove into action. Hovering in place in front of the machine. "WAIT STOP!" Miles pleaded, staring at his only family in horror. So instead of them smashing the machine. The bird's life was taken. Blood exploded everywhere, on Miles and the two bullies. Miles stared at the now dead bird in horror.