A New Hero A New Enemy

A fanfiction by Evan Wolf (aka Tex Hempioro)

For you Dad

Disclaimer: I do not own Star fox or any of their characters, they are owned by Nintendo. However Tex Hempioro and other characters belong to me.

This can't be happening, where is he? Running out of breath, hard to keep running away, can't keep running, just accept it and hope he doesn't kill you.

The lone jackal stopped running to catch his breath, accepting his fate after what seemed like an eternity of sprinting away from the danger that pursued him like a hungry bird of prey after a mouse. He heard a noise, the sound of leather boot souls clomping against the dusty, dirt covered ground. The jackal turned around and looked behind himself and stared in horror at the apposing figure slowly advancing towards him. His face was covered with a black scarf but the jackal knew exactly who this was, the steel colored fur, the bright red headband, the shining armor plates he wore for protection, and the long ragged scar that crossed his left eye.

"Please, don't kill me please, I can make you an offer, any offer of your choice, I can double my price, hell triple it if you like, please."

The jackal crashed onto his knees and held up his hands in a pleading gesture. The gray furred wolf simply watched as the jackal made a fools attempt to make him feel sympathy.

"Sorry, but your only wanted dead."

The wolf slowly lifted his blaster to meet eye level with the jackal.

"It's nothing personal."

"Subject terminated, bounty of five thousand Lylat credits has been transferred to account, Tex Hempioro."

The monotone voice of the computer confirmed the hunt was successful. Tex was typing on his computer, watching as the screen reacted to his fingers touch on the key board. The clock on the monitor's screen told that it was getting rather late, so he shut off his computer and made his way towards the kitchen. He scanned the immediate vicinity for something actually worth eating. It had been months since he actually had "real" food, most of his were in cans or those dehydrated packets that claimed they were a full course meal.

Just add water my ass, he thought to himself as he grabbed a can labeled "meat surprise" in bold black letters.

"I hate surprises."

He opened the can and poured the contents into a plastic bowl As it hit the bowl's surface, it made a sickening splat. It didn't look like any kind of meat he's ever seen but as long as it wasn't green or moving on its own he didn't mind what he ate. After his dinner that he got reacquainted with in the bathroom, he headed for the shower and afterwords head to his bed to rest up for another day of hunting down and or dismembering any scum with high enough prices on their heads to peek his interest. As he shed his clothing he looked at himself in the mirror, his face was devoid of emotion with just a hint of anger and fury in his cold, bright gray eyes; he then stared at his scar, long and ragged, it ran from his forehead all the way down to his chin, crossing his left eye. Such haunting memories for that one scar, he would never forget that day he got it, he would never forget its meaning, and he would never forget who it was that gave it to him. After inspecting his face, he looked downward to his upper body, it as well as everywhere else on his body, was covered in scars, bullet wounds, whip lashes, burn marks, cuts, almost every injury was displayed on his body. With a deep sigh he opened the glass door to the shower stall and turned on the water, tampering with the temperature controls until the water was to his liking.

This was probably the only part of the day that he enjoyed. The warm water felt like a gift from the goddess on his body, soothing his aches and pains from his injuries that just never healed correctly, his left shoulder was probably the worst. While on a hunt for some drug smuggler he had to bash in a door with his shoulder, cracking his collar bone and dislocating it, perhaps that was why his left shoulder was always slightly slumped, didn't bother him too much though, he was still able to aim a blaster with pin point accuracy and he was right handed anyway. Still it did hurt like a mother when he gets shot in that particular spot.

The shower ended a little too soon unfortunately, if he could, he would stay in there for as long as he felt satisfied, but his HQ didn't have the biggest water tank in the galaxy. Tex looked at the digital clock built into the wall, it read 11:28 p.m. guess the hunt took longer than he expected, no matter, the point was he got the bastard and got paid, that's all he ever cared about anymore… and he hated himself for that. He collapsed on his bed and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, his mind in deep thought.

Am I a bad guy? Hell I already know that answer, but I do some good for this shit hole of a system. The goddess knows Corneria can't save Lylat, without teams like Star fox their wouldn't even be a Lylat, well they can rot for all I care, I got nothing against you Pepper, but Corneria itself can burn in hell.

His anger soon turned to grogginess and he fell asleep, something he fears more than death.

The alarm system was going off as a blinding red flash would hit his eyes every once in awhile, he sat on a cot as he waited for his father "stay here and be good" he said and that's what he would do.

It was awhile since his father left him in the bunk room, like all eight year olds, Tex got curious, he hopped off the cot and ran to where his nose caught his father's scent, he made his way down the hallway of the station and was soon at the main hanger of the space station. The hanger was dim; most of the lights were shot out or didn't have electricity running to them, but with his sharp ears he could hear two individual pairs of feet hitting the ground, and two hearts thumping from exertion, whoever these two were, they were in fierce combat with one another. Tex crept behind a pile of overturned supply crates and watched as two very tall animals fought each which combat knives, they were highly skilled fighters, each countering and parrying each others moves at every turn. The small flaming piles of debris helped reveal the combatant's identities slightly, but it only took Tex a moment to know who one of them was, the shorter one of the two was no mistake, his father, Mark was covered in sweat and small cuts on his arms and fingers, the other Tex could not identify, but he was a very tall, muscular hyena. Mark quickly darted his eyes in Tex's direction , he stared at his son for a moment, he was frozen in place, he had never seen his father like this before, so hurt, so worried, so terrifying.

"Run son, run, do you hear me, I said run!"

His father shouted at him as he quickly shot his head back to his opponent. He ran up to the hyena and was about to plunge his blade into the giant of an animal that was in front of him…that never happened. The hyena quickly parried and held Mark's hand above his head as he drove his dagger into his cheat and through his back.

"FATHER, FATHER NO!"

Tex shot up from his bed and pulled the concealed knife from under his pillow, screaming and swinging it in front of him, still half asleep. After he finally struck something, he stopped screaming and pried open his eyes. His breath came in large heaves as sweat dripped from his face and exposed chest.

"Will it ever end?"

He got no answer, he never did and he probably never will.