The Guardian

Chapter two

  About two hours passed and the Tornado was running low on fuel. I pulled my GPS out and looked for the nearest landing strip, or field.

"Really? THAT far?" The nearest strip was about 30 miles away, and I only had enough fuel for two miles. I looked down for any hope of landing this hunk of metal, and saw a cornfield below me.
"That'll do just fine." I smiled and turned the engine off to glide down quietly. I nose dived about 200 meters down, and pulled up to land softly.

"OH NO." I got ambushed and attacked by maize as I set the Tornado down. Once the plane stopped,   I got out and examined the damage done.

"Well, looks like the aileron is cracked.."  The red paint was chipped and worn, and Sonic's name was gone. "Well, that's convenient..." I said in my head.

"WHO'S THERE?!" A random person yelled.

"Or so I thought," I said as I crouched down. It was a raccoon, with a white tank top and jeans, along with a shotgun. "It's just me!" I yelled so I didn't surprise him and risk getting shot.

"Show yer'self!" He said in a country accent. I walked out, slowly, with my hands up. He was in shock apparently.

"Well, well... If it ain't the famed Sonic..." He said, as he narrowed his eyes.

What? No! "I'm sorry, I'm not Sonic, I'm actually Tails. I used to be his sidekick?" I put my hands down, and that maniac shot a round right next to me.

"I knew that! What did'cha think? I was raised in a barn?!" He said as he put his gun down.

Geez, even more crazier.

A woman and two kids came out the screen door of a nearby old farmhouse. The woman looked pregnant.

"Papa, papa! What happened?" The little girl said to the racoon. She looked at me and held his hand. "Who's the fluffy fox?" She hid her face behind her teddy bear.

"No way!" The little boy said, running up to me.

"That's a first. No one's ever greeted me like that. Not even a kid!"

"That's Sonic!" He tugged on my fur.

"I stand corrected..." I looked at the father and motioned my head at the kid.

"Huh? Oh! Daryl, that's not Sonic buddy, that's his sidekick!" The father kneeled down next to him, putting his hand on the kid's left shoulder.

"AWW.." He looked down and walked away, kicking a few rocks.

"Let's get down to business. Why are you here?" The raccoon put his shotgun right in my face. I pointed towards my plane.

"Plane ran out of fuel, sir," I moved aside so he could see it. "I was on my way somewhere, but that's about thirty miles out."  He looked back at me, and then the kids.

"Where to..?" He looked at me in suspense.

"An old house of mine." I lied to him, I had NO clue where I needed to go now that I left Sonic. He lowered his gun and put his safety on.

"How much do you need?" He said with a sigh. Guess he wanted me out of here. I couldn't blame him to be honest.

"Aboooouut... 12 Gallons?" I guessed. I was too tired to do the math in my head.

"Done and done, you'll get yer' fuel tomorrow." He said as he walked toward the porch. "Oh," He stopped, "You, Yer' sleeping in the barn." He pointed towards a nice, freshly painted red barn.

Fine by me. I walked toward the red barn and opened the sliding doors.

"MOO." A cow looked up from her feed bucket at me.