This is probably the fastest chapter I've ever written.

A thanks to the authors out there who inspired me to write this, though I can only name a few. Suzanne Collins for writing The Hunger Games, which gave me the idea to write this. SyxxFox for writing Rogue Fox: Armageddon Soul, which gave me some insight to intense feelings.

There was no more life aboard the Great Fox. It was empty. No more Falco, no more Slippy, no more Krystal. They were all gone.

Within the Great Fox's bridge, Fox stared out the large windows of the bridge, trying not to think of his empty life, but he couldn't. It had been his own fault that he was miserable, alone and unloved. He pushed his love away, and soon, everyone had left him.

First Krystal. He had forced her away in fear that she might get hurt, but all it did was break her heart. He had apologized and begged her to be with him. She went with him only to steal the Great Fox so Star Wolf and her would get all the glory. He, Falco, and Slippy had managed to take down the Angler Emperor before Star Wolf and take back the Great Fox, but Fox did not think of it as a victory. Krystal left him. She betrayed him. The one who he loved with all his heart and soul. The one that returned that love at one time, betrayed him. But he still went after her, putting Falco and Slippy in danger. Forgive you?! Fox remembered every draining word that broke him down. Just like that? You took away my life, my family, and my home! You left me with nothing! You put me through the hell of having to see everyone I loved disappear again! You're no better than the bastard who killed by family! To see and hear Krystal say that tore his heart apart. He couldn't believe how much he had hurt Krystal, how much he had changed her for the worst. He wanted to take it all back, to be with Krystal again, to feel the warmth of her, to hear her laugh and see her smile. She had meant the universe to him.

Then Falco. He was pissed about how badly Fox had messed up Krystal from a sweet, loving vixen into a cold-hearted killer. He left, soon after Krystal had rejected Fox, without a word.

And finally Slippy. His best friend didn't even want anything to do with him. Fox, I'm going to settle down with Amanda. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to give you an address. It… It's just that the work we do, you do, is too dangerous. Goodbye, Fox.

Everyone else didn't care for him either. Complete strangers avoided him in fear he'd get bombed, along with themselves. Peppy, Lucy, and Bill were all too busy to pay any attention to Fox.

A tear fell from Fox's empty eye. Then another, and another. Fox slumped to the ground in despair and tears flowed down his cheeks. He was so alone. He had lost everything he worked so hard for, and it was his own fault.

The vulpine managed to pull himself together long enough to trudge into the elevator, and back into his room. He threw himself on his bed, and he could not think about anything except about the people he had failed.

Fara Phoenix was the one who had brought him back up from his depression after his parents died. By the time Fox was ten years old, he was smoking and, and even trying other more dangerous drugs, to ease the pain. He would have been just another poor kid with problems that overdosed on something. But Fara had found him out one time and tried talking to him. He didn't listen, but Fara kept on trying, and she eventually set Fox on a straight path. She comforted him, and was the one he could lean on. Their close friendship turned into a romantic relationship, and Fox had promised to be with her always.

When Andross attacked, Fox went after the main carrier at Corneria instead of the giant mech. He knew the Mech would destroy part of the city, but the carrier's air forces would completely destroy the city. Fara was killed by the Mech. The building she was in had collapsed after being hit by a missile.

Fox blamed himself for Fara's death. He made the decision that had ultimately killed Fara.

He lay there on his bed, tears running down his cheeks knowing his life would always be empty, yet filled with misery.

He was considered a hero, but no one truly cared. Nobody would care about an empty soul that just… disappeared…

Poor Fox. He deserves the best of what Lylat has, yet has nothing.

Oh well, onto Krystal's story.

P.S. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, and probably the next.

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