Skye Prower

"Not great, but it will do," said Skye, placing Melody down gently. He then began digging though the equipment to find suitable tools. "How am I going to explain everything to her?" he asked.

126 pipes up that he wanted anchovies.

"Good plan. Do you have a mattress or camping bed in here?" Skye asked. ---------- Miles was a bit surprised to discover there was at least one advantage to only having a single tail. It was a lot quicker to wash himself now. After his shower and drying himself, Miles began looking round the restroom for a comb for his hair. But then his stomach gave a loud, and this time painful, rumble. Instead of waiting more time, Miles just fattened his hair with his hands, hoping the waiting in it would keep it flat. However, the moment he turned away from the mirror, it began splitting into three clumps again. "I've got to get some new clothes," Miles muttered to himself. Aside from his gloves and boots, all he had was the same prison jumpsuit he'd escaped in. Rather than wear that, the cub pulled on his gloves and boots, and just went with the 'bare fur' look. He wasn't keen on it, but ti was better that still wearing prison garb. "Okay. I could really do with something to eat now. I'm starving!" he said as he exited the restroom. He looked at Zamy. "Are you doing okay?" he asked with concern.

124 pays for the order, then complains that they didn't order anchovies.

Skye nodded and grabbed ahold of Dyaln. -------------- Miles laughed too. "That's good. I'll try to be quick," he said as he headed into the restroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and for a moment didn't recognize his reflection. His bright yellow fur was stained a darker shade from the unwashed dirt and grim. Rather than his usual smirk, his mouth was in a happy, childlike, almost innocent grin, which seemed to change the whole structure of his face. The black eye didn't help matters either. His normally straight black hair was a mess and, Miles was slightly embarrassed to note, it was starting to stuck up in three thick clumps like his prime counterpart. He tried pressing it down, but that just caused it to bounce back up, even more noticeably. "I can fix it after my shower," he muttered to himself.

122 passes the order to be delivered.

"Yeah, that'll work better. Thanks!" said Skye, extremely grateful.

"Great. Uh, please tell me when you said I had to be watched all the time, that didn't include in the rest room!" said Miles, half-joking, half worried. ---------- "Let's see what we can find! C'mon," said Skye, running out of the infirmary. "We'll be back soon Melody!" he promised.

120 makes an addition to the order

"Fixing Most of the damage is simply sorting the severed connections here. Or at least, that should let her communicate. Do you have any tools for fine electronic manipulation?" Skye asked Dylan. "And I hope you're wrong about the chip. Because if she has one, it's more likely deep in her brain." 'Why do you always have to be right Skye? You can't get it out, not without damage," Melody thought, a few tears appearing again. Skye looked at his sister and noticed the tears. "She can hear us! Don't worry Melody, I'll find some way to fix this." ----------- Miles was silent as he pondered what Zamy said. "I just always assumed I was those things," he eventually said, slightly confused. "Hey, there's a map!" he said, pointing down the corridor, hoping to have something to break this uncomfortable introspection. 'Am I really that kind of person? Someone who actually cares about silly things?' he wondered to himself.

118 sneaks out a cookie while everyone is distracted.

"Cybernetics?" asked Skye, sounding worried. He walked over to Melody's bed and, after apologizing, lifted her neck. "I think... I might be able to repair the damage," said Skye. "But it won't be a perfect fix." 'Just let me talk again Skye. Please, thought Melody. ----------- "Opposite?" repeated Miles, sounding disbelieving. "I'm not a cretin, but, the other two..."

116 coming in with icing and then wonders where the cake went.

And 114 bakes a cake.

Skye returned to the infirmary to find Dylan already there. "Do you know what's wrong with Melody?" he asked, then looked around. "And where is the other Melody?" he whispered. -------- "Even... even after everything he did to you?" asked Miles. "For someone you didn't know... who was the same person as the one trying to hurt you..." Miles seemed to be having trouble wrapping his head around the concept.

"Right then Spark, what's with the running and the silent treatment? We're friends, you can tell me," said Anna.

"Okay Zamy, we'll see if we can find a map," said Miles. "And Zamy, uh, I realised... I didn't say thank you... for not giving me up. I... just, thank you."

"Huh, what was...?" muttered Skye as Spark and Anna shot past. "Darn it Spark," cried Anna, as she leapt towards him, hoping to tackle him to the ground.

"Thank's Zamy. I better get to the infirmary," said Skye as he hurried off. "Uh, is there somewhere I can clean myself up before getting something to eat?" Miles asked Zamy. ---------- Anna sighed, then ran after him, her super speed allowing her to keep up. "What are you up to Spark? Tell me or I'll throw a bucket of water over you!"

Miles looked back at Miley, who was now cackling to herself. "Uh... I don't actually want to go close to her now. I think she'd bite me. Besides, I think at this stage we can't really do any more damage." He turned back to Zamy. "I'm ready to go," he said. "Me too," added Skye. "I better get back to Melody." ----------- Anna watched Spark leave, then went to follow. "And where are you going? Seriously, you need to work on your nonchalant walk," she spoke up.

"Oh, uh. Okay then," said Miles, not feeling as disappointed as he expected. Miley's scream had descended into somewhere between laughing and crying. "They'll pay. They can't know me. Everyone who knew me, I'll make them forget. I'll make them disappear. I'll wipe their Zones clean. I'll start again.. Build up a new kingdom to rule. Where they won't know who I am," she muttered to herself in an unstable voice. "She's flipped," commented Miles. "I know how she feels," muttered Skye, causing Miles to shoot him a sideways glance. "Let's get out of here." Miles turned to Zamy. "Can we go back now please?" "You WANT to go back to your cell?" asked Skye. "As longs as one of the cop's are watching me, I'm allowed out," said Miles, a little uncertainly, given he still wasn't sure where he stood with Skye. Skye cocked his head and looked at Miles. "What made you such a 'good-little boy'?" asked Skye, slightly confused. Miles looked down at his boots. "He... he tortured Zamy, yet she didn't give me up. Even though it was essentially ME doing the torturing. I've... never had someone do that for me before."

Miles looked at his feet. There were several things he wanted to say to Skye, but didn't feel now was quite the time. Instead... "I heard what you and Dylan were saying about cursing her..." Miles said slowly. "You want to do that?" asked Skye. "I would, but I've over-drained my magic already. Much more and it could start killing me." Skye blinked at Miles being so open about how vulnerable he was. "Well, I could channel some power while you cast the curse," said Skye. "But I'm not sure of the Zone Cops would go for it." Skye turned and saw Zamy. "I think we're being watched."

112 is surprised you reached her so soon

"I don't need to now. She doesn't matter to me anymore," said Skye. "Unless you really insist." Skye walked over to where Miles was siting, and sat down next to him, to the other Fox's surprise. "I... misjudged you. I'm sorry," said Skye. "W-what?" asked a surprised Miles in response. "I have an idea of what took place here. It would have been a fantastic opportunity to flee. And yet, you're still here," explained Skye. "Yeah, I am," Miles replied a little uneasy, not entirely sure why he hadn't tried to run. "I'm sorry too Skye." "For what?" Now it was Skye's turn to be surprised. "For... For what I did to you. I mean, what I would do to you. I only got a sample of it, but to go through that every day of your life. Not even Scourge was that bad," said Miles. "You're not him," said Skye. It was a simple sentence, but it had multiple meanings for both boys.

"Oh, I was tempted to do something like that," said Skye to Dylan. "But I don't really have the skill to pull it off, at least not quickly." He went silents and pondered for a bit. "I could curse her, so that no one is actually able to call her Miles." Miley was slowly pushing herself back up, shaking her head as if that would somehow bring her knowledge back. How could you do this to me? You're my son. You were meant to do as I order. Not turn on me," she said. "But then you were always disappointed in me as a son," said Skye calmly. "You always said I was nothing like you. Did you ever think..." Skye leaned and whispered something in Miley's ear. "You little rat! You're not my son!" shouted Miles. Skye smiled, and suddenly seemed relaxed. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," he said happily. "Admittedly, I'd hoped to hear it in you original voice, but this will do." Skye walked away, no longer caring about the fox behind him. Miley, given the final reminder of her transformation, gave an insane, ear splitting scream.