Days of Destiny: Part Two

-------On my own-------

---7 Years Later:

It was that time, the time for me to move out of my parents house and into my own
and into a new life. I was 13 at the time, and I had just gotten out of jail for breaking
and enetering and attmpted murder. I was only trying to save Darian from his father. He
beat him until he was non-recognisablefrom the bumps, bruises, scrapes, and sometimes,
broken bones. He beat him almost daily. I was rescuing him because his dad had moved on
from beating him with his fists and started using weapons. It had to be stopped. I planned
my attack for a month. A month that Darian had to suffer from the beatings his dad dealt
him regularly.I broke down the front door, jumped on top of his dad, and starting mangling
his flesh. I wanted to beat him until his face could pass for steak in a meat shop. I had
almost knocked him out when his wife came out with some sort of diamond. I didn't know what
it was at first, but then I remembered one of my lessons at school. It was a Chaos Emerald;
a gem capable of destroying whole worlds if used by a strong enough creature. I had to get
out of there fast, I wasn't about to take a chance of Darians mom being one of those strong
creatures. I fled, ran out of the house faster than anyone had ever thought possible for a
scrawny kid like me could. I had managed to get Darian out of the house. But I had a big
problem, where would he live? And more improtantly, how was I going to make sure his
injuries healed properly? I had only a little money, 1,000 Mobians. That would normally
support one person for about a month, but how long would it last for two people, one
with possible life threatening injuries? I had to get a job, and fast. But who would
hire a 13 year old straight out of school and training, with no working experience,
and a friend that needs serious medical attention, and most likely many surgeries? I
pondered the thought of my place of work, then it hit me; I could work with my Uncle
Merlin Prower at his weapons plant. He designed alot of the Freedom Fighter's weapons at
the time. I knew i wasn't going to be payed alot, but it would at least give me experience.
The bad side to that job is I could only work in Freedom Fighter supported areas. I didn't
want to start an all-out war between the haters and lovers of our protectors.

I got the job. It payed 25 Mobians an hour, which was awesome compared to the wages of
almost all other working fresh graduates. It was quite fun being able to do what I had always
had a knack for. I had gotten so good with new inventions that my Uncle promoted me to Vice
President, which was right below him. I had an awesome time being with my Uncle doing what
we love, and also making a name for myself. The only bad thing about this is that I sometimes
forgot about Darian for a few days.he was doing better, he had gotten all his injuries taken
care of and they healed perfectly. What I was worried about though, is that sometimes I would
catch Darian eating about six meals a day. he had been a big eater when he was young, but the
doctors said that that was because his body needed alot of energy to heal as best it could
between beatings. I couldn't think of a possible reason, so I had him see a doctor. They ran
some tests, checked his vitals signs, and did a few other medical procedures, and said there
was nothing wrong with him that they could see. They thought that he might go through a growth
spurt soon. They were right, he did grow, just not the way they thought. He developed a type of
disease that makes you unbearably hungry. You have to eat all the time, or you'll go crazy. His
food intake increased daily. Soon, I was spending over three hunred Mobians a week on food,
instead of the usual fifty. It was tearing everyone that cared about him apart. There were
times when the whole of my Uncles house was filled with worrying, crying, and hysterical
people. But no matter how much anyone cried or became hysterical over his disease, it could
never even compare to the pain that Darian was feeling inside. he didn't want to have to live
like that, and he didn't want to die. He rarely ever came out of his room during the day, and at
night he would eat all the food he could grab. We tried to limit his food intake, but it made him
crazy. Whenever one of use tried to take food away from him, he'd attack with strength only a
person with that much internal pain could possess. A couple of the people suffered from broken
bones because of his hunger induced rage. The disease wasn't life threatening by itself, but if
he ate too much, he would surely die. I loved him like a brother, but there was only so much I
could do. It tore me apart seeing the poor kid eating all day, and then most of the time
suffering from massive stomach aches, or vomiting for hours. He finally lost it a few days after
his fourteenth birthday, and killed himself. I still to this day remember to this day his
last words spoken in my presense, " Tails, you were the only one that's ever cared enough for me
to risk his life to keep me safe and well. I love you buddy." Those words are forever etched
in my brain. Those words were what started my spiral into anger, depression, and finally,
outright evilness.

-------To be Continued-------

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