Sonic Hill 2: DX Chapter 1: Empty Emotions, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

A/N (skip all this to the bottom of the italicized text if you don't care): Whew, it's finally here. I've always thought this was one of my best fanfics, although at the time I believed that it was really complete crap. I posted this about a year or two ago, and though it was my best work at the time, it was really crappily written, and half of it was in script format. So it's no surprise it was reported and deleted over the summer. That actually turned out to be a good thing for me, since now I've had a reason to rewrite this. For the past two months straight I've been writing this—the most consecutively I've ever written—and I'm finally finished.

So sit back and let ME entertain YOU. Here it is, Sonic Hill 2, rewritten entirely and finally taken seriously from the bottom up for your pleasure. This will probably be my only authors note on it (which is why it's so long), so you won't have to hear by blabbering and can just enjoy the fic as a whole. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: While many of the events, actions, and dialogue in this fic are my own, the fic as a whole is based off of the awesome game Silent Hill 2 by Konami on the Playstation 2 and X-Box. This is basically my own novelization of the game with all my own crap added. All Sonic-related characters (which are all of them) are copyright of Sonic Team. This is a fanfic, obviously.

Warning: This fic contains extreme violence and gore, some sexual situations, suicidal thoughts, yaoi, and a whole crapload of stuff people generally feel uncomfortable with. If any of this bothers or offends you to the point where you can't read it, then…don't. Thank you.

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Sonic Hill 2 DX
Chapter 1: Empty Emotions

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In my restless dreams…
I see that town…
Sonic Hill…
You promised you'd take me there again someday…
But you never did…
Well, I'm alone there now…
In our special place…
Waiting for you…

Miles Prower stared into his own eyes, seeing only an empty void of azure blue. Empty. Empty like he had been for the past three years.

His furry body was a bright orange, which clashed with his grayed-white facial fur. Lack of sunlight was the cause of that, for he'd spent most of what he felt like the end of his life in the darkness of his apartment. It had been a long three years, and his world was now nothing but cold, empty grayness.

He put his hand to his face, wiping it across his fur. Every time he looked into the mirror like this he felt slightly surprised at that action. It was hard to believe he was the same fox he had been so long ago, after all. He tore his face away from the gritty cracked mirror, looking around the filthy restroom. A cold breeze blew through the opened door not too far away. His car was right outside, stagnant in the almost empty parking lot.

"Sonikku…" he said, walking outside. His depressed, slightly-high-for-his-age voice echoed throughout the restroom. "Could you really be in this town?"

It was cold, very cold. Strangely cold for early Fall, even in this part of America. Maybe it was just because he wasn't exactly dressed for a cold day - he wore his usual red and white shoes—now tattered and worn, like him—along with white socks and gloves. The rest of his body only relied on his natural coating for warmth. His two deformed fox tails dragged behind his thin slender legs, suspended eternally inches above the blacktop.

There were a total of three vehicles in the rather large parking lot: A white van, a Volkswagen, and his own Sedan. He'd usually expect there to be more this time of year, but it was early morning, and the weather was bad today. The resplendent blue sky was blotted out by what seemed like one giant, thick, gray cloud. It was rather depressing. Not that the fox wasn't used to that kind of stuff.

He walked over to the edge of the overview. It was about a mile out of town, and to his dismay the tunnel leading right into the main road was blocked off by construction, so he'd have to walk the rest of the way. If he recalled, the stairs on the other end of the parking lot went down into the forest path, which eventually led right into town.

From where he was standing, he could see Lake Toluca in the distance. The large lake—three miles fully around—was in the center of the town, in the whole region. It branched off into a few other lakes too, but none big enough to be listed on the map. If the sun had been out, the view would be magnificent.

Miles looked down at the letter, reading it over for the hundredth time since he had gotten it. Ever since it had appeared in his mailbox, he'd been confused and disturbed. The fox opened his mouth and retold the whole story over to himself once again.

"I got a letter in the mail yesterday. 'Sonikku' was written on it…My late boyfriends name…At first I thought it might be a prank or something, but it can't be…It just doesn't make any sense to me though. The dead can't write letters. It's been so long…"

Miles shook his head, his voice almost beginning to break at just mentioning the tragedy in his past.

"But if he really is dead…why am I here?" he trailed off in puzzled thought, and then shook his head. "He must be here…it's his handwriting……but what does he mean by 'special place'? This whole town was kind of our special place. Unless maybe…maybe the park by the lake? We used to love hanging out there…"

He wasn't sure of anything, and the whole idea seemed insane, but it was the only place he could think of. Folding the letter neatly, he put the paper in his pocket, joining Sonic's photograph. His mental map of the town was very rough, since it had mostly eroded away as the years went on. But if he remembered correctly, Rosewater Park was a few miles west from here, not far into town.

"Sonic Hill…" he said. Just the name of the town seemed to creepily foreshadow Sonic being there. Miles pulled out the photograph, in which the blue-furred, green-eyed hedgehog was giving a warm smile towards the camera. It was a very good picture of his love, but it was becoming wrinkled and old from being carried around everywhere. Wrinkled and old, but still beautiful.

"Sonic…are you really here?" he wondered distantly. "Waiting for me…?"

He wasn't sure. But he sure as hell was planning to find out.

"I'm coming for you…"

Determined to find the answers, Miles Prower took one last glance at the rest stop and walked down the parking lot steps, into the depths of Cocoon Forest, and disappeared into the fog of Sonic Hill.