A Girl's Tale

A Girl's Tale

Hello.
Who am I, you may be wondering?
I have a full name, but I'd much rather keep that to myself. But for now you can refer to me as May.
May The Hedgehog.
Have you heard of me. Some people have. They walk along around the street and they acknowledge me, saying that they know me, I remember their face, so I exchange a polite hello and walk on.
They say they know.
Yeah right.
No one truely knows me.Who am I to them. The Puerto Rican hedgehog with long brown fur and brown eyes with a scar on my left lid. Hmph, saying they know me. They dont know whats happened to me. No one knows of how I became to be. No one has ever heard of my past. I hate to recall on it. What? Do you want to know? I can tell you now, everything. But with this story, comes pain, or at least pain to me. Where did it all start? Lets go and take a trip in time and I'll tell you when I, May the Hedgehog, truely came to be.


It all started when I was five. I was nothing but a care free soul. All I ever wanted was peace, a better world for us all. To turn the world happy, my biggest wish. So young, so inocent, so fragile, and so naive. I had met a good friend in that time. Her name was Neko, or at least that was what her friends called her. I was walking a long in the park near my house. I had moved here from puerto Rico years ago when I was only one. I loved it, it semmed so different then Puerto Rico. There was a thing called snow, nothing but millions of falling ice crystals making its way from the sky to the ground. Simply beautfiul ro me. Of course it wasnt winter when I was at the park though, but I loved the park. I never played in a park before. It was a place where kids did nothing but play, what more could a five year old want. So like I was saying, I was just walking in the park listening to the laughter of all the kids. Nothing but laughter, or so I thought. Out of all the laguhter I heard a faint noise, someone was..crying? I followed the faint cry past a bush, and past that bush there was a tree with one lone swing hanging from its branch, and on that swing seet was the source of the cries. It was nothing but a girl, no older then me. A young pink cat with a slight color to the skin on her muzzle, arms the same color as her muzzle, a long tail with a white tip, wearing nothing but a white dress. Her hair tied at its end and tears trickling down her face.
I slowly walked up to her. I gave her a silent hello. She looked up startled. She tried her best to reply but was choking on her words. I told her it was fine and didnt need to say anything. I felt so sad watching someone cry. It broke my heart. I looked at her, she looked at me. I ntocied something. I had never seen anything like it before. Everything seemed normal about this girl. Everything except, her eyes. Her red eyes. Red? I never knew someone had red eyes, was it even possible?
She looked at me and the asked me why I wasnt leaving. Did she want me to leave? Did I anger her in some way? I asked why. No reponse. I asked why she was crying. That made her cry more. I gave her a pat on the head. It was okay I said to her. If she didnt want to tell me it was fine. Then she cried more. I heard her choke a little, but then she finally formed words. She explained it all. She was crying because people thought of her as a freak. They told her how they didnt want to play with her because she wasnt normal. All because of her red eyes. I couldnt belive what I was hearing. I looked her in the eye and asked how she felt about her eyes. She told me she didnt like them because people always ran away. I gave her a smile. I told that wasnt true because, Im still here and I didnt plan on running away. They should call her a freak because of something that made her special and unique. Hey eyes are what seperated her from others and made her different. A good kind of different. Her eyes were beautiful and not something to be ashamed of and no one should tell her otherwise. I gave her a hug and told her everthing would be alright. When I let go I saw her cry even more. I asked what was wrong again. Through sniffles and wheezes I could her her faint voice tell me no one had ever been so nice to her except her family. She was never treated so good by others. It made her so happy she could cry. I smiled. Then I asked her if she wanted to be friends. She told me she couldnt be more happy. Then I handed her something. It was a necklace. It was a friendship necklace. It was a symbol of our friendship, it said " wear this and no matter where you are ,know you have a friend." It was a necklace I aksed for. People would say how "a five year old wouldnt even understand what those words meant." I paid no mind. I understood. She did too, and then for the first time a saw her smile. I asked her name. She told me her real Name was Anni but she preferred being called by her last name, Neko. I told her my name was May. She told me her midle name was May, we thought it was a coincidence. Soon we started talking and laughing. Then we had to go our sepreate ways for the day. She looked scared, She told me if I would see her again. I told her she could defiently count on it, and that she ddint need to worry, I just needed to for the girl with pink fur and red eyes and then I know it would be her. It made her feal better then we parted. For a good amount of time we played and had fun.
I was living in a happy world. But my past story doesnt have a happy ending.


I was going tot he old apartment building. In that building were people. Sick people. People who couldnt afford to go to hopsitals and had to spend their time in their rooms alone. I would always kncok on their doors with a friendly hello and talk with them. It made them happy to have some company, and it made me fell happy to. I wante dot be their happiness. So as I approached the building I noticed someone was there looking at the complex. He was an old man. An old man in a tattered coat. He had baskets behind. I came up to him asking what was wrong. He looked down at me. I caught a better look at his wrinkly old face and the smell of fruit. I didnt mind it much. He told me that he wanted to give all the people in those rooms a gift basket. He remembered how his grand parents could never be there when he was sick at home as a child, how they would instead, send him girft baskets filled with all kinds of lttle things. He was always so happy. He belived that maybe, if he gave them a gift basket they could be happy too. Soon a frown crawled apon his flaky face. But he said he couldnt. He was too old and couldnt possibly carry all the baskets to every single room in the apartment. He was really sad. I was sad too. Those poor people. That poor old man who wanted to do nothing but help peopl, like me. Then I got an idea. I jumped around and told him my plan. I would deliver them for him. I was super quick and enegetic, I could easily deliver them. He couldnt be more happy with me. So he gave hme baskets five at a time, and I would give the people inside one. Soon there was only one left and I had given all the people baskets. He gave it to me, he said it was for a job well done. I smile went on my face looking at the happy faces through the windows. Then I heard a sound, it was a cute little tune playing from the baskets inside. From the looks on their faces, I could tell they heard it. Thats when everything went wrong, oh so horribly wrong. The tune ended and wih that follwed an explosion. All the baskets were exploding. I watched in horror. Then I heard that same earie tune come form my basket. I threw it. I watched it explode. Bricks were breanking. Glass was shattering. Objects from inside soaring through the air. A shard of glass came flying my way, I fell back and it slid across my left lid. I could feel the pain. I looked back at the old man, but that just it, he wasnt an old man any more. He was a slight shorter figure taller then me though, he was covered in a black hooded cloak. I couldnt see his face, but in the shadow of his hood I saw those eyes. Those scary glowing red eyes. The kind that could tear through my soul. I pleaded to him asking why. Why he did such a horrible thing. He gave me his answer, he told me he did nothing...it was me. I stared wide eyed. I denied it, I killed no anyone. He told me I did. He told me I was the one that caused the death of those people. I was the one who gave them those baskets. I was the one who didnt pass him by when I had the chance. I didnt need to help. He gave me a choice, I just happily accecpted it. I cried. His glare was making the truth rain down and beat against my heart. I killed them in cold blood, he said. I am a monster, he said.
What proof did he have? What? He said nothing, he merely pointed to the burning building and disapeered. I understood. That building was all the proof I needed. But, I still couldnt believe. I wouldnt belive. I didnt want to belive. It was lie. I then felt something burn my back, the fire was making its way toward me. I cried in pain. I ran. I rolled on the ground getting the fire off. I could feel the burnt flesh on my back, the open slice on my lid. I could blood trickle down my spine and cheek. I couldnt deny it any longer. I killed those people, even if I didnt kill them alone. I cried more, but soon my tears faded. My eyes were red a swollen. I walked home, as a did I could hear the police and fire truck sirens. They were going to the apartment complex I knew. I didnt want anyone to see me so I walked an uncrowed pathway home. I imagined the faces of the police men and firemen when they see the burnt reckage. The crisp corpses of incocent sickly people. The wonder in their minds when they try to find out who did such a horiible thing, not knowing it was all done at the hands of a small fire year old girl. Then I imagined the faces of their realitives. How sad they would be knowing they dead a blazing death. It didnt want to imagine more. I just walked on. When I got home my mother saw me. She looked like she was about to scream bloodymureder. Bloody murder, what a coinidence. I shook that thoguht off. She ran to me, she was crying. She held me tightly. Between muffled cries she asked in spanish things like what happened to my precious baby, my sweet child, my poor inocent daughter? Then she screamed for my father to come. He saw me. Same expression went on his face. He hugged me too. I guess I was really bad to look at. I heard him say similar things. What happened to my inocent girl? Inocent? I cried again. I didnt want them to say such things. Dont say that I thought, mom, dad dont say that. I am not inocent. I am a monster. Your hugging a monster. Your crying for a monster. Please, stop. People like you shouldnt cry for someone who killed. I knew the next day the paper would come. It would tell of the incident. Then it would be on the news. Dad would read the paper and mom would watch the news. Then they would talk it about it, and I would be sitting there eating breakthast listening, recalling the painful memories. Sounds horrible doesnt it. Well you just keep listening, it gets worse from there.


I was still five when it happened. Months had pasted. My back injury got treated and better. Both my eye and back injuries have become nothing but some bad scars now. I was in the living room, playing like I usally did. Alone. I had an older sibling, a brother, who always used to play with me. For some reason though, he had run away from home. Its the reason we moved from Puerto Rico. Even though I was only one I still had his face fresh in my memory. I loved him a lot. I missed him a lot. I heard the adult talking. I wonder if it was about him, sometimes they would talk about him. Or maybe they were talking about buisness. My mom and dad had become scientist. Now they are currently the biggest company in electronic aplliances which makes our planet much more advanced then other planets like Earth. But anyway back to my story, I ignored the talk and went back to playing. I wasnt as social as I was. My parents knew that and Neko knew that. I wanted to go out and play with her, but my parents told me not today since I had been seeing her for then three weeks in a row. I felt the urge to sleep creeping in. I let it take over. I wanted to fall asleep and it was night time anyway. So I slept. It wasnt until the sunhit my eyes that I knew it was morning. I remembered falling a sleep in the living room, so I expected my parents to put me in bed over night. But I didnt feel the bed under me even though I was in my blanket. My eyes shot open. I was in a park. It wasnt any park I had seen in our area. I saw a paper. I was only five and I couldt read well but I knew the name of our city and knew how to spell it. But when I looked at the paper It was an entirely different city name. I wasnt just in some other park, I was in a park in some toher city. I ran. I started screaming Mother! Father! But no answer. I still tried, I kept sreaming those same two words over and over again while running ecpecting to see my parents. I just kept running after my voice gave out on me. I didnt no where I was going. No where in particular, since I had no idea where I was. As I ran I looked back on all those memories. Where had it gone wrong?


I remembered it all. All those time a did my best, kept on hoping, kept on trying. I did everything my parents told me to do. Me taking the classes they wanted for thing like violin and flute practice. I followed what they told me to do and not do around the house like not drawing on the walls and making a mess. When my brother was around how we always were fair and nice to each other. I did everything they wanted. I didnt make a mistake. I always obeyed them I always said I loved them. Where had it gone wrong? Where had I gone wrong? As realized all these things I felt so sad. I had brought back the memory of my first murder. It made me feel worse. I had thought of the day my brother left. Worse. How now they I couldnt find them. Worse. I had even had a dream just before. My mom and dad tok me in their arms and put me in the car. We drove for miles and miles for what seemed like forever then they got me out. They set me down. Then jsut looked at me. My dream ened there. Had it come true. Oh so worse. Then I suddenly found out why I kept running. I was running away. I was running away from my bad memories. Running away from the pain, sorrow the sadness and troubles. The stress. I was running away from it all. Soon I reached the edge of a cliff. I stopped there to catch my breathe. Then I let the horrible truth sink into my soul. They had abandoned me. They left me because....because what? Had they no longer loved me? Had I not always been loyal to them as a daughter? I never felt so sad,confues and..and...angry. Furious. I just felt so miserable. I just wanted to erase myself from live, from existance. 'Cause it obvious to me that fate didnt like me. I could do it now. I was at the edge of the cliff. But I stopped myself. I wasnt going to. I was going to live on, show them how I could live on my own. I could live against the odds. So I back away from the cliff. I let everything sink in. Then I opened my eyes. It was then that I became the serious May The Hedgehog. All the child like inocence in my eyes was gone.


I was living on my own for a good amount of time. I spent time making a hang out. It was finished soon. I didnt have anything in it though. I only had a blanket and some soft brush in it as a place to sleep. It was all I needed. Food. Easy. I wasnt going to steal it and I wasnt going to beg. So I would find some. I made sure I lived in the city's forst. Plenty of good fruit. It kept me pretty healthy. As far as meat, not much. When I didnt sleep and eat I walked. I wanted to explore the city. During this time period I hadnt learned of my powers 'till I turned seven. I was in a park I was getting pushed around by some boys. They did this to me all the time. I hated it. Today they just went to far. I was so angry. When they turned around to leave my blood reached its boiling point. I was so angry. I felt a surge. Lightning started getting out of my body. They turned around freaked out at what they saw. The ran. But I shot a bolt of lightning at them both. They fell to the ground. Turns out they werent dead because I saw them the next day. Though at first I thought I killed them. I was scared, I had killed...again. I ran to my hideout. The lightning finally stopped. I stared blankly down at my trembling hands. What was I? I had lightning jolting out of my body but I didnt even feel pain. I had..super powers. I spent days wondering about it. This is also gave me an idea. I wasnt going to use these for wrong, hurting and killing. No. I was gonna use these to help others. I wasnt going to be a monster or a killer. I wanted to prove HIM wrong.


I spent everyday training until I couldnt feel any parts of my body. I sometimes wondered how to get it to come out again at first. I cam up with theories such as my powers coming out naturally. Maybe they were only triggered by anger. Or a pure rush of adrenaline. It wasnt until then that I realized something. I was thinking of things like hypothisis and theories when I was only seven. So I also understood that I had gain the ability of super intelligance. I trained more and more. I had gained the ability to preform energy attacks though I preferred using my lightning. I could read minds and hearts. I learned to fly. Each was a scary and exciting experience. Sometimes I wondered if my powers were the reason I was left alone. If they had known. I shok that off. No use looking into the past for your future. I had matured. I wasnt like a child. More like a teenager. Maybe thats why I just didnt seem to socialize well with others. I knew I would get friends, even if only one. So I made a vow. If I ever get a friend I will portect with the best of my stregnth and heart. Even if it means I will die. I engraved it within my heart. I keep this promise even now, my friends are dear and important to me and I love them with all my heart. Losing them is like losing a pice of my heart and soul. My very existance. Soon though I made friends because I let my heart speek freely to them. I helped them. I loved them. Soon I realized all my friends had powers too. I never knew there were other like me. It made me feel happy. All those years of being alone. For once I finally felt..happy. I had met Neko again after all these years to. She couldnt be more happy either. I trained even harder as I got friends. I learned fighting stlyes. I even practiced with them when the chance occured. I told them how I felt. I told them of my big promise. They didnt like it. They cherished me to. They ddint want me to die for them. But I told them I would. It something that just wouldnt change. I told them only the truth. But what I never told them my past. I dont want them to find out. Dont worry over me. I kept my hair long to hide my back scar. I covered up the scar on my eye. They cant find out. This is something they shouldnt know. Sometimes Neko would ask. I said I cant tell you. She would ask about my parents. I would tell her I couldnt say. She would ask why I didnt smile much even though I could be happy. I said its the way I grew to be. She asked why I never cry. I told her my I wasted my tears and now they are gone. It was true. They disappeared when I became the present me. The left after that moment at the cliff. That me died long ago. I wont cry. It has become impossible. But if my friends were to die. I would mourn. I would cry. But I wasnt gonna let that happen. Anyone can tell me I dont care about others. It a lie. I know it.


Look at me now. Im sixteen years of age. Things have happened. I am a skilled fighter. I fight along with my friends to fend of the Orginization.It contains villains of all sorts who come to destroy the city. Why? 'Cause were here and they want to stop us. Even though I work with my friends I also work alone. I am the night time hero Warrior X. With my mask I hide my identity. I protect the people at night. They try to find out who I am. But I will not permit it. I wont let them know. Because they moment they know they will hurt those I love.
Besides that, I have to say that life itself is good. I have friends that love me. But it isnt enough,I have unfinished buisness. I need to know the reason I was abandoned, I must meet mother and father, I need to find brother, and I need to defeat..him. I isnt until then that my life will be complete.


So there you have it. Thats me. So many things you proabably didnt know about me. But, promise me this. Dont let this inforation befall someone else's ears. This information is private. I entrust it with you. What do you think of me now? If you have a different view of me I will pay no mind. Go ahead. All I have to say is this. Everything I told you is true. Dont think of it as anything else. I of couse do have powers and this is the story behind my scars. I also do really love my friends. But the part about me being happy. I guess is really half in half. I am happy but not as happy as I can be. But I fel in order to improve my happiness I must bemore open to my friends. Now that I look back,..I truely remember why I treasure my friends so much. Thye help me escape the lone world I lived in. They gave my life a purpose. Now, even though I say I will do anything for them, though I say I will die for them and risk anything to keep them alive. I feel it is because I have something so wonderful, its because they make me feel so happy, that I have to not die..but live. Live for them. Live more this happiness. This is how I feel. This is who I am. The world around me, the worl around you. I want to savor it all. I want to complete my life. I want love everyone and become a good person. Love everyone. Thats right. Even you.


May the Hedgehog.
That is who I am. Thank you for listening. This is the end of my tale.