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Melinda Chronicles, Bonus Chapter 4


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Tails instinctively pressed his ears against his head and cringed as the explosion drowned out his mother’s voice. He stood stunned for a moment before beginning to panic as he realized it was the sound of somewhat close gunshot. The sound was unmistakable after so many times. dealing with Eggman’s robots or having mishaps with GUN.

 

 

 

Was there someone in trouble nearby?

 

 

 

“Mom, are you ok-” he trailed off as his eyes fell on her body and he stared into her wide eyes, now already starting to fog over.

 

 

 

His mind reeled as he noticed the telltale hole in her forehead and blood already pooling underneath her. She was dead and he had little idea how to move her to safety or deal with whoever shot her if they closed in. The thought also entered his mind that someone might’ve heard the shot and would come to find her this way.

 

 

 

It occurred to him that he had to at least to try to move her before that happened and he grabbed her feet. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as heavy as he assumed a four-and-a-half foot tall, biologically 19 year old girl would be. He noted she wasn’t much heavier that Sonic despite being well over a foot taller..

 

 

 

Why was he pondering something so random is such a dire situation? Was is some kind of coping mechanism he had developed to stay calm under pressure? Before he could wonder for much longer he was greeted with footsteps approaching behind him.

 

 

 

“Going somewhere?” Asked a young, male voice, “or just saving me the trouble of hiding this mess?”

 

 

 

Tails froze and tried not to panic as the footsteps came even closer.

 

 

 

“Just look at her face, I guess she lived just long enough to realize what was happening. Keen enough senses to register that miniscule window between the gunshot and the impact, perhaps?” He laughed, “I wish I had a camera.”

 

 

 

Tails stayed still, his heart beginning to pound in his chest as something between fear and anger washed over him. Who could kill someone, kill his mother in cold blood and laugh about it like it was just some sick joke.

 

 

 

“Are you going to say something, or will I be forced to continue talking to myself?” The killer asked.

 

 

 

“What do you want?” Tails growled.

 

 

 

“Just a way to amuse myself, and I’m off to a good start.” He chuckled , “So tell me, if that useless woman is your mother, don’t you want to see who put a bullet in her head?”

 

 

 

The kit’s body shook as he felt the warm breath on his neck, and he looked up and stared into the man’s one good eye. The killer in front of him was an arctic fox not much older than Sonic clad in all white. The boy’s single, icy blue eye stared at him somewhere between excitement and curiosity, but the hint of malice was unmistakable.

 

 

 

‘How can you find killing people in cold blood fun!” Tails shouted.

 

 

 

“Would you like a demonstration?” The man reached out and grabbed Tails by the throat, lifting him until his toes barely touched the ground.

 

 

 

“Let me go-” Tails trailed off as he noticed the cybernetic arm now threatening to crush his throat and thought back to the previous night.

 

 

 

“That damn cybernetic arm caught me off guard,” his mother’s voice echoed in his head

 

 

 

“You’re the creep that attacked her last night, aren’t you?” Tails asked.

 

 

 

“I see she doesn’t keep anything from you,” the boy smirked, “My name is Isa, but you can call be Frostbite.”

 

 

 

“I could call you a lot of things, but I don’t feel as comfortable swearing as my mother does” Tails said.

 

 

 

“Clever little mutant, aren’t you?” Frost teased.

 

 

 

“I am an eight year old with an IQ of 200,” Tails answered.

 

 

 

“Yet you still need mommy,” Frost glanced over at her body, “no idea what that bitch sees in a useless mortal like you. Weak and useless excuse for-”

 

 

 

“I think you’re just mad because she kicked your butt last night,” Tails growled,

 

 

 

“Only because she caught me off guard!” Frost growled back, “that worthless excuse for an immortal couldn’t fight off a child.”

 

 

 

“Big words from a bully that had to shoot her with a sniper rifle to get this close,” Tails said.

 

 

 

“You think being pragmatic makes me weak?” Frost sneered, “even with how dirty she fights.”

 

 

 

“It makes you a coward, and at least she has the courage to face someone instead stabbing them in the back like you would,” Tails growled, “You’ll never be even a fraction of the warrior she is.”

 

 

 

Tails watched in shock as Frost smiled and chuckled, reaching for something behind his back. His resolve started to slip and he struggled as a knife came into view. He the cold steel pressed against his neck and fought back a tear as the adrenaline faded away and he realized how how trouble he was really in.

 

 

 

“Mom, you can come back from the dead any time now. I think I need some backup,” he silently pleaded.

 

 

 

“I think you can guess I won’t kill you. You’re smart enough to realize I would’ve done so right after I blew your mommy’s brains out if I wanted you dead,” Frost pulled back the knife and lightly thumped him on the head with the flat of the blade.

 

 

 

“Ouch,” Tails muttered

 

 

 

“But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy breaking you with less lethal methods , or your little friend,” Frost opened his hand, now only gripping the knife with this thumb and index finger to reveal a blue ribbon tied around its handle.

 

Shock filled the kit’s face as he realized where it came from, or rather who Frost had taken it from and what that meant.

 

 

 

“What did she ever do to you?” Tails asked, his voice beginning to shake.

 

 

 

“Absolutely nothing, I just needed a little extra insurance and she was easy to take,” Frost chuckled, “so naive and trusting until I dragged her off.”

 

 

 

“If y-you’ve hurt her,” Tails tried and failed to sound intimidating, but couldn’t hide his fear.

 

 

 

“Relax, your little friend is fine,” Frost waved te knife in front of Tails eyes, cause them to track it back and forth, “I decided playing with her wouldn’t be as fun without an audience.”

 

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“You won’t get away with anything, my friends and my Uncle Kai will come after you, not to mention what my mom will do when she wakes up,” Tails said, trying to keep his panicked his voice calm.

 

 

 

“What makes you think I’ll give her the chance to wake up,” Frost laughed.

 

 

 

His heart seemed to jump into his throat as Tails watched the knife moving over his mother’s body. The tip brushed against her, and though though it didn’t cut the sound of it scraping against the fabric of her clothes was horrifying.

 

 

 

“Leave her alone,” Tails tried his best to sound strong, but it wasn’t an easy task while fighting back tears.

 

 

 

“I could do so much to her, so helpless,” Frost reached out and softly ran the knife down her face, letting it rest on her cheek, “an eye for an eye?”

 

 

 

“You coward, you know you can’t beat her so you want to pick on her while she can’t fight back,” Tails muttered.

 

 

 

“What you call the way of the coward I call the fun way,” Frost inched the blade towards her eye and blood trickled down her face as the tip dug deeper into her cheek.

 

 

 

“Please,” Tails finally started to break down, “don’t hurt her…”

 

 

 

“Begging for mercy, now?” Frost chuckled, “this is too easy, maybe I’ll see what happens if sink this into her skull through her eye socket”

 

 

 

The blade rose high above her and Tails watched in horror, unable to even bring himself to force his eyes shut. He winced in anticipation and it hovered in the air for felt like an eternity before it was plunged into her chest

 

 

 

“Relax, I was just screwing with you.” Frost twisted the knife and a sick crack came from her ribs, “That face and those eyes are too pretty to ruin and leaving my mark through her heart is just as poetic.”

 

 

 

“Y-you know she’ll come after both of us and so will my friends.” Tails whimpered.

 

 

 

“You hope she cares about an useless, mutated mortal like you that much,” Frost reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some rope.

 

 

 

“She does care about me, she’d never turn her back on me like that,” Tails choked.

 

 

 

“You only hope she’s foolish enough to waste her time on such a fragile creature,” he tossed Tails over his mother’s body and held him down, binding his hands and Tails together, “I know about the little tricks you can do with these.”

 

 

 


He nearly gagged at the smell of his mother’s fresh blood starting to pool not a foot from his face, in addition to some other smells he didn’t want to speculate on. The rope dug into this wrists and Tails winced as Frost pulled it tight, but he couldn’t move or struggle due to the awkward position was forced into.

 

 

 

“It’s not stupid to care about someone, and I know she’ll save us,” Tails mumbled.

 

 

 

“Risking your own life for someone that will just waste away in 70 or 80 years, while you could live forever is the height of stupidity” Frost jerked the rope tighter, “or do you have a reason why it isn’t, you little runt?”

 

 

 

“Because she’s my mom she loved me as much as I love her,” Tails fought back a tear, “but someone like you could never understand that.”

 

 

 

“Good riddance, then. Caring about anyone but number one would get in the way of my fun,” Frost scowled, “despite my doubts, I hope she does come instead of running away with her tail between her legs. I want to make her watch.”

 

 

 

“She WILL come,” Tails said quietly as he felt something come down over his eyes and felt it being tied behind his head.

 

 

 

Laughter echoed in his ears and he felt himself lifted over Frost’s shoulder. He shuddered as he heard a soft thump before Frost began to walk. He could only hold to some last shred of hope and pray to the higher power she believed in that it would protect them both.

 

 

 

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The place he had been taken reeked of the mold and dampness, and the cold, concrete floor made him assume it was one of the warehouses by the docks. To his relief he had been up against a small, shaking body that he realized was Cream and though he hadn’t tried to talk to her yet, she seemed to be okay.

 

 

 

“Hey, Cream, it’s me.” He whispered, still holding back tears

 

 

 

“Tails?” She sniffed, “Did he take you, to? Are you okay?”

 

 

 

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Tails assured her.

 

 

 

“I’m scared,” Cream whispered, “he keeps threatening me and I think I heard him talking to Doctor Eggman:

 

 

 

“How did I not guess? ” Tails thought to himself, “it’s going to be okay, Cream, someone will come for us and he’s going to be in deep trouble if my mom is the first one here.”

 

 

 

“You think Aunt Mel will really be able to find us?”

 

 

 

“She’s lived a really long time, and I’m sure that makes her smarter than someone dumb enough to work for Eggman,” Tails felt around and gripped her hand, “I’ll protect you until then, even if have I bite him to keep him away.”

 

 

 

Cream let out a small giggle, “thank you.”

 

 

 

For several moments Tails heard nothing in the tense silence but both their breathing and the occasional irregular footsteps that he assumed was from Frost and his cybernetic leg. He was going mad not being able to see exactly where their captor was only having his hearing to keep track.

 

 

 

“Tails, are you scared, to?” Cream spoke up, “it sounds like you’ve upset.”

 

 

 

“A little, everyone get’s scared sometimes.” Tails took a deep breath.

 

 

 

“But we don’t have to be as scared because we’re not alone and our friends will find us,” Cream sniffed.

 

 

 

“Right,” Tails felt her squeeze his hand and held it tight, “We just have to wait it out together.”

 

 

 

His heart jumped in his chest as he heard close footsteps and a laugh, along with the beeping of some sort of device.

 

 

 

“Still holding onto the hope that coward of a woman will came save you?” Frost said

 

 

 

“I told you, she will come.” Tails choked.

 

 

 

“What makes you think an immortal with the entire world at her fingertips cares about some disfigured mortal.” The device beeped again.

 

 

 

“Because she’s my mom and I trust her.”

 

 

 

“Please, just because she decided to play mommy for a while doesn’t mean she cares for you anymore than she would for a pet.”

 

 

 

“That’s not true,” Tails raised his shaking voice.

 

 

 

“You really think she can afford attachment to creatures she’ll only watch grow old and frail, and then eventually die while she retains her youth and lives on?” Frost laughed, “Such pathetic, blind faith in such a weak excuse for a warrior.”

 

 

 

“Please don’t talk about her that way,” Cream squeaked.

 

 

 

“Not like you can do anything about it, little girl.” Frost stepped closer, “You’re even more useless than the flea-bag she calls a son.”

 

 

 

Cream softly whimpered.

 

 

 

“Leave her alone,” Tails voice began to shake

 

 

 

“Or what, you’ll start crying again?”

 

 

 

“When my friends and my family get my hands on you,” Tails choked.

 

 

 

“How many times must I say it to convince you how miniscule the chances of that bitch you call a mother really caring, or that flea-bag wolf she calls a protege are?” Frost clicked another button, “As for the others?”

 

 

 

Tails whimpered, he didn’t want to let Frost inside his head but fear was making him irrational and he couldn’t block out the insults. The repetition of the idea that he knew in his heart was false only made it dig in deeper and deeper.. More than anything though, it hurt hearing his friends and family talked about that way.

 

 

 

“Sonic doesn’t have the will to do what it takes to stop me, Amy can’t go five minutes without something capturing her, and Knuckles is so stupid I bet I could make him help me.”

 

 

 

“Somebody WILL come,” Tails choked.

 

 

 

“Tails, I’m scared,” Cream sobbed.

 

 

 

Something that felt like heavy canvas suddenly fell over Tails head and he squeezed Cream’s hand once again as she gasped.

 

 

 

“Now if excuse me, I have something to attend to while you think about what I’ve said.” Frost began to walk away as he clicked several more buttons.

 

 

 

His voice was distant, but Tails could still make out his half of the conversation.

 

 

 

“Eggman, I tracked down some bait and provided the fox’s mother shows, the job should be done soon. That useless spy of yours that didn’t have the guts to help was snooping around, and her pitiful conscience should entice her to go tell the women ” Frost said, “Yes, I can bring proof if you insist.”

 

 

 

“Could he mean Rouge?” Tails thought to himself.

 

 

 

“I already you told you, I’m working for pleasure that’s all that’s in for me. I have no interest in your “empire” or helping you create it,” Frost sighed and the device clicked before he raised his voice, “Now we play the waiting game and you pray to whatever deity you feel comfortable with that someone shows, and that they show before I grow bored.”

 

 

 

“Why do you hate her so much, anyway?” Tails asked.

 

 

 

“Take a guess about why I’m missing so many extremities,” Frost growled.

 

 

 

“I bet she had a good reason,” Tails shot back, knowing that he had to have done something unspeakable to make someone like his mother leave him in such a state.

 

 

 

“She didn’t approve of my hobbies, or the project I was working on when she stumbled upon me.” Frost laughed, “She’d despise my plans for you.”

 

 

 

“You know, I’m not afraid of you,” Tails lied.

 

 

 

“Is that why you keep crying and then trying to hide it by yelling?” Frost said, “maybe I’ll break you facade by having my fun with the girl first and making you watch.”

 

 

 

Cream begin to cry and Tails once again squeezed her hand, deciding to ignore Frost and do his his best to calm down.

 

 

 

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” he whispered, choking back tears.

 

 

 

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What felt like an entirety passed before Tails heard a completely different set of footsteps approaching, the unmistakable sound of boots hurrying across the concrete.

 

 

 

“I’m here, you son of a bitch!” A female voice shouted

 

 

 

The kit’s ears perked up and he felt a rush of hope as he realized it was mother, but he couldn’t speak through the duct-tape Frost had stuck over his mouth after goading him into another argument. Eventually the arguing between Frost and his mother cumulated in the tarp, blindfold, and tape being removed.

 

 

 

“Mom? Is that you?” It was all he could manage in his nerve wracked state.

 

 

 

“ “Yes, I’m right here and I’m going to get you both out of here, somehow. Just hold in there.” His mom called.

 


Was it finally over?

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