Since apperently my other attemp at fanficing was pretty much a flop, I'm going to try once more with something else. I only compleated a bit of it to see if it will get your guys' attention.
comments needed

Cast of Charecters-
Example:name,age,universe/origen
-Miles "Tails" Prower, Age 20, combinatoin SEGA, Archie, and my own flavoring
-Sally Acorn, Age 22, combinaton Archie and my own flavoring
-Krystal, Age 20, combnination my own fictional charecter(traits) and Starfox's charecter(looks)
-Sonic the Hedgehog, Age 24, mainly SEGA
-Sarah Nightshade, Age 21, fictional charecter
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JULY 16th, 2006

It was one B-E-A-utifl evening. The blood-red sun was just starting to settle under the mountain-capped horizon to the east as I layed in my swimsuit on the beach in the eastern end of Central Island. Since about 5 o' clock people were avoiding the beach in fear of the darkness that would soon envelop the city of Chicago. But my girlfriend, a wonderful blue fox named Krystal, and I were not them. She had her hand, back forward, on my chest just gracing it across up and down. It was odd, I have to admit, but we didn't care. It was then that things started, um... , "Beefing up", if ya know that I mean, but I don't think I need to discribe it...heh heh.

Sonic and Sally were also spending their week here. They had finally after all these rumors and false alarms tied the knot and were taking these first few days of marrage off to the western coast of Mobius. Chicago, Anaconda, Kearse, all the great cities of western Mobius they were off to. As they stood looking out to the ocean on the Amadeus Prower Memorial Bridge*, Sally leaned her head over onto Sonic's shoulder, lovengly nudging his shoulder and slowly closeing her eyes for a few seconds. Sonic peered over, and smiled. He slowly lowered his head on to hers and reached behind Sally and drew her close to him. The two lovebirds glazed their eyes over the ocean before them.
They lifted thier heads off eachother and quickly Sally broke the silence.
"Ahh, I forgot, I need to get some grocieries for the rest of the trip."
"yeah we litterally plowed right throgh them, didn't we?"
Sally faintly chuckled.
"Sal, why don't you go off to the Super One and I'll walk back to the hotel. I need a little more rest tonight."
"That's fine with me."
Sally started off to their new Ford Mustang while Sonic started off to the hotel. He wasn't running off at super-sonic speeds as usual anymore. Just getting old, he thought, even though he was only 24. He stuck his head up and glanced at the stars. His mind was racing with all that had happedned in the last few months. So many things, so little time period, or at least compaired to how it used to be.
Sonic noticed something weard happening, or at least what he thought was weard. Some person had been fallowing him since he turned onto 47th Street. He glanced behind and noticed he or she was pulling out something from their coat, but he just figured it was a cell phone or a palm pilot and just continued on his path to the hotel. He suddenly thought he heard the sound of a surpressed pistol, but then two things peirced his back. A massive amount of pain then rocketed around his body as fell to the ground. He weakly rolled over and noticed the person holding something in their hand, then it flashed. Another sharp shock of pain, now coming from his head, then nothing.

JULY 17th

I awoke in Krystal's apartment. Forcing my heavy eyes open, I glanced around the room, then realised that Krystal wasn't in the bed next to me. I jumped out of the bed and walked into the Living Room/Dining Room of her apartment expecting to find her sitting on the coutch surfing through the channels on the TV or in the kitchen making breakfest, but nothing. I leaned over on the counter and slipped my elbow on something. It was a folded up note, that read "Tails, Just so you know..." on the front. I quickly grabbed it and flung it open, nearly ripping it in two.

"I woke up at 6 and a phone call came from my brother. He said dad had just learned that he had cancer in 5 different and wanted me to know that the doctors said he had only 2 years left. I kinda was worried so by the time you read this I'll be on a plane to Ore Port. I was going to wake you and tell you but you wouldn't get up, so I just left. Sorry if I scared you.
Love ya,
Krystal."

Whew! Thank god it wasn't something more serious!
My mornings are spent doing the same things about 90% of the time. First, I'd crack open a box of mini wheats and pour some into a bowl. Then head off to the coutch and turn on either the local news or the MNN channel. The channel that the TV was turned off to was closest to MNN so I pressed my way to channel 31. Perfect timing, the commercial break just ended with one of those Spy vs. Spy Mountain Dew commercials and the newscast was beginning it's bombardment of great or desastertuos things.

"Welcome back, it is currently 9:30 so we will present you with todays top stories...
Yesterday at 10 o clock the body of world renowned hero, Sonic the Hedgehog,was found in a trash can in an an allyway just aft of 47th street. He apperently sustained gunshot wounds for there were two bullet holes on his back and one in his head."

A wave of milk and chewed up Mini Wheats bursted out of my mouth. Sonic? Dead? This has to be some sort of dream. I shot off the coutch and picked up the phone and called Sonic's cell phone. It was immediatly picked up by Sally.
"Tails, what do you want?" That wasn't how she usually answered the phone. She usually greeted me with a "Hey Tails, whats up?" Her voice also had a discoureged tone. That was definatly enough evidence for me.
"So, it is true..." I whisper as my swallowed cerial begged to come up because of the shock that had engulfed me.
"What? Are you tlking about Sonic?"
"yeah... I can't beleave it, him, why him?"

Another news story pulled up on the screen of the TV. "We just have breaking news that an plane from Air Ixiom+ has exploaded 50 miles from Ore Port. The plane took off in Chicago at around 6:40 AM, Western Mobian Time and was carring about 200 people. We have no confirmed survivors at the moment."

I dropped the phone onto the floor. I had no clue for sure, but I had a sence that Krystal was on that plane. It seemed like a melinum from the time I released my grip on the phone to when it slammed onto the shag carpit floor.
Kristal...oh god no!
I staired into the colorful void that was the TV. My mind was racing with memories of the two, some awsome, some forgetful. I had this oddball feeling that I had not felt in at least 1 and a half years, as if I could not feel anything, or hear anything but what was in my mind. Kristal... Sonic... why them?
I realised something, Sonic... Kristal... their deaths were planned. If not then how did two people that were close to me just mysteriously die within 24 hours? I grabbed the phone off the floor.
I yelled into the phone "Sally you to get outta there as quickly as possible! Your next, I know it!"
"Tails, thank god your still there."
"No, Sally you have to listen to me! Sonic and Krystal's deaths were planned and your next!"
"What? Krystal died too?"
"GOD DAMMIT SALLY!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!"
"Tails, what the hell is...ing o.... you? Are yo.... zy?" She was breaking up. I had no other idea of what to do, so I hung up the phone and ran into one of the closets that contained Krystal's clothing and stuff, inside it was something I seriously needed. When she got her own apartment here, Krystal's dad gave her this Grundire Type 25 7.22 mm pistol just in case anyone ever tried to hurt his little girl. It was contained in a small cigar box along with two extra magazines (or clips, as hollywood calls em') just in case one didn't do the job.
I found the box and took the pistol, shoving the magazines in my pocket and rocketed out the door to my highly tricked out out 88' Corvett. I took out the magazines and slammed them into the front cup holder. The hotel was fairly close so the need to speed was minamized, but that didn't mean I wasn't gonna do it. I jammed my foot onto the pedal and rocketed out of the parking lot at at least 69 miles per hour and slid onto Cross Street and started my way onto one of the many bridges that crossed the Kamazi River. Because of the steep incline to the deck, my car went airborn and flew right over a small gridlock and onto the center of the bridge. I don't think I need to discribe the rest of the trip since you can obviously tell I'm one hell of a crazy driver.
I finnally got up to the hotel and noticed a black Impala in fron of the hotel with the right front and back doors wide open. Two men were walking out of the entrance with some one struggling to get in the car with them. I whipped out my benoculars that I keep for sight seeing to get a better look. Dammit, it's Sally. I was right, she was next in the termination list. I wait for the car to start up and start driving before I get to following it. They apperently want to get out of here fast, since they just hopped on Interstate 96 and were just driving their mary way along like nothing happened. This is my chance. I whip out the Type 25 and start pounding the car with bullets, and strangely, they just tear up the windows. Jeez.....you'd expect that if your gonna kidnap someone you might want to install some god dammed bullet proof glass. I fire two more rounds at the car, this time shooting whom ever was in the passenger seat. My knocks at the door are finnally answered, but not with a friendly '"hello" but with a spraying of bullets from two M5Ks. Sadly, they peirced my tires and caused me to have to stop on the side of the road. I leap out of the car and start shooting erradicly at the Chevy Impala but no use.
"@#%$!!!" I throw the pistol on the ground and start slamming it with my foot. I was seriously pissed off, yelling and stomping my foot. I had failed, and now my image of crazy man was being displayed out all over the highway. I kicked the pistol so hard, it flew across the median and into the path of an incomming 18 wheeler. That was the moment that my rage grew.
"Trust me," I said to myself "whomever killed Sonic and Kristal and did this will pay in BLOOD!!"
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so should I continue or not?

* Named after the legendary ace, Amadeus Prower. A place on the bridge contains a monument that reads this: "During the 1979-1982 Highland-Kamazii(ka-MA-zee) war, Amadeus Prower was sent over as a MAF(Mobius Air Force) pilot and scored over 50 kills, the most in the MAF's history. His first mission gave him the rank as an ace. When all other pilots were off on a mission and an air raid was conducted on Amadeus' base, he was the only one there to defend the base. And very well he did, shooting down all 10 Kamaziian aircraft. Sadly, in 1986 Amadeus dissapeired for some odd reason, but his son, Miles Prower(more commonly known as Tails), still carries on the great Ace's legacy."

+ an airline from the Ace Combat series.