A/N: Okay...so I was board and for some reason decided to watch my favorite movie to cheer me up because of my writer's block. While I was watching the movie I thought...Hey this would make a cool cross-over so here it is. Some people may not like it but...it helps my writer's block so I just thought I'd put it up here. It's easy enough to follow, since I've seen the movie like 5 million times. Anyhow thanks for putting up with the constant crap...
The footsteps in the darkness - SkullFox
Disclamer: I do not own any rights to The Crow or Star Fox.
The Crow: Star Fox
People once believed that when they died a crow carried their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes something so bad happens that the soul carries a terrible sadness with it, and the soul cannot rest, and sometimes, just sometimes, the Crow can bring that soul back, to put the wrong things right.
--October 30th - Devil's Night--
The sirens blare out of control as the officer stares out over the city, it could never have been called a peaceful place. The black furred panther looks about at the scene of a horrendous crime, one man shot and thrown through a fifth story window, and a blue furred vixen, raped, beaten, and slowly bleeding to death on the floor of the apartment. The firefighters across the street battle a raging fire set to the building adjacent to the one he's standing in. As the police search the area they dust for prints and any other kind of clues through the ransacked apartment, while several paramedics tend to the bleeding blue vixen laying on the floor, barely clinging to life. As the panther looks out over the city that has fallen so far into darkness he notices a black bird, a crow perching on a power line in the dark streets, it cocks it's head curiously at him before looking down to the fallen fox in the streets. It's eyes seemingly full of curiosity it lets out and eerie caw before leaping from it's perch and gliding off. The black panther turns away from the large circular window that the fox outside had been thrown through, and as he looks over things he lets out a depressed sigh...the couple was so young. A small piece of paper catches his eye as he picks it up from the bloody floor. It's a wedding invitation for the two vulpine's up coming wedding...Their names clearly visible through the blood...Fox McCloud and Krystal Fox. He sighs again as he drops the bloody piece of paper. Another officer, a white furred wolf calls to him from a short distance across the room, where he stands next to a beautifully tailored white lace dress...
"Hey Sarge..." He calls cocking his head toward the dress.
The panther makes his way to the dress stand, "Yeah. Krystal Fox and Fox McCloud. Wedding was tomorrow night."
The wolf looks a bit confused, "Who the fuck gets married on Halloween anyhow?"
The panther develops a sad tone to his voice, "Nobody...that was the point."
A golden furred cat in a blue paramedic's uniform rushes to the panther, "Sir? I'm sorry but we gotta move her."
The panther looks to the beaten blue vixen who gasps in pain, "Do it!" He commands without hesitation.
The paramedic rushes back to his colleagues who still tend to Krystal, "Right, guys. Let's get her outta here."
As the paramedics rush the blue vixen out to the waiting ambulance the Sargent somberly walks toward the shattered window overlooking the dead body of Fox McCloud...
"Devil's fuckin' night!" The white wolf says with a hint of anger to his voice, "What's the count so far?"
"A hundred and forty-three fires." The panther answers.
The white wolf scoffs, "They're slackin' off this year."
The panther sighs while looking out at the city wondering how many more fires there are going at that very moment, "Three hours to go. Maybe they're just startin' off slow this year."
Outside the paramedics run into a large gray furred wolf wearing a long coat, his left eye covered by an eye patch. The golden shield hanging from his pocket a clear sign of his place as a detective. The black panther from upstairs can hear everything as he approaches the scene...
"I realize that , but you can't come and move her away like this. We got procedures to stick by. You guys shoulda cleared this with me first." The wolf said making his way over to the panther's side who is looking over the beaten vixen, "Is this the victim?"
The panther gives the wolf an angered look, "No. It's Amelia Earhart. We found her, detective, and you missed it."
The lupine was getting rather fed up with the panther's attitude, "I don't care what her name is, I didn't give the order to move her. Jesus, Caruso, I can see why they took away your gold shield."
The panther ignored the wolf as he still followed the paramedics toward the ambulance, "Yeah, I wasn't a big enough ass-hole." Caruso replied turning his attention to the paramedics who stopped to check the vixen's vitals again, "C'mon let's go." He demanded.
As all of this is happening Caruso notices another Crow, or is it the same one? Now perched on top of the ambulance still looking toward the body laying several yards away as several animals lay a blue sheet over the body. A young pink feline dressed in a thick denim coat rushes up on a skateboard and begins pushing the crowd out of the way and animal at a time, she can't help but to wonder what's going on she was only coming to visit her friends. As she breaks through the crowd an office attempts to stop her but the pink feline wriggles loose from his grip and rushes to the gurney carrying the horribly beaten blue vixen...
"Krystal?" She says trying to make sure the vixen is still alive.
"Stand back kid." Caruso says using a paw to push the pink cat out of the paramedic's way.
Krystal suddenly begins to rock her head to one side, "W-where's...Fox?"
Caruso cannot bring himself to tell her about her dead fiancé, "Just don't worry about him." He replies softly.
Krystal notices through her blurry vision the pink feline standing nearby, "Tell him to take care of Katt." She says weakly as they finally approach the ambulance.
Caruso looks to the young feline and back to Krystal, "Look, I will. You just...uh, lie back." He says turning toward the paramedics, "C'mon, c'mon...get her outta here."
As the paramedics load the blue vixen into the ambulance and speed off Caruso turns toward the pink feline, "You Katt?"
"Yeah." Katt replies as she watches the ambulance move out of sight.
"Look...Your sister. She's gonna be okay."
"Not my sister." Katt responds with a sigh, "Krystal just takes care of me. She's my friend...You lied to her about Fox..."
"Look, I had to." Caruso says, "She's in enough pain already."
Katt can feel the tears that burn the corners of her eyes before they begin to trail down her cheeks, "And you're lying to me about Krystal. She's gonna die isn't she?" She asks wiping her sleep across her eyes.
The panther never could stand to see a kid cry, "Hey...uh. Come on...s'okay, she's gonna be fine." He says placing his paw on Katt's shoulder hoping to comfort her, not really sure whether or not he can trust his own words.
--ONE YEAR LATER--
A building gets torched, all that is left is ashes. I used to believe that was true about everything—families, friends, feelings. But now I know that sometimes, if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together—nothing can keep them apart.
The young feline, Katt, visits her fiends in their resting places daily. The church wasn't always a run down, old shit hole, it was once a place where people felt safe. The graves are all unkept, spare the two that the young feline maintains on a daily basis. She walks through the rows of the grave sites taking a few flowers from each as she cannot afford to buy any herself. She stops at the graves marked for the two that had died almost a full year ago...Fox and Krystal's graves are near the far corner of the cemetery, each of their marble gravestones baring a large final cross. She bends down and lays half of the flowers on each grave, and looks sadly to the only remembrance of the two that had taken her in so welcomely...
"I'm sorry I can't stay longer." She says almost to herself as she begins to walk away, "Later..." As she walks away a large Crow lands on the cross atop Fox's grave letting out it's eerie cry, "What the hell are you? The night watchman?" Katt asks sarcastically before pulling her hood over her short pink hair and skating off. The large black bird lets out another caw before it begins to peck at the headstone.
Several blocks away a familiar black panther sits at his favorite little hot dog stand, a dinky little sad shack on the side of the road in the middle of town with a small awning to keep the customers from getting soaked by the city's constant downpours. As Caruso sits there waiting for his food the canine inside the small stand looks to the rain...
"Y'know? What this place needs is a good natural catastrophe—earthquake, tornado...y'know." He says as he begins to fix up the feline's food.
"No, no, no, Bill, c'mon man." He says, "You gotta put the mustard underneath first."
Bill ignores him, "...Maybe a flood, like in the bible." He says imagining the tops of the buildings being the only thing left of the city being drowned by a massive flood, not paying any attention to the food.
Caruso had grown tired of waiting he was hungry and Bill was applying the fixing all wrong, "Eh, eh, lemme do it." He says taking the hot dog and pulling the mustard out of the canine's paws, "How about some onions?" He says watching as the canine begins to sprinkle the tear inducing vegitables onto the hot dog, "C'mon, don't cheap out on me, lots of onions." Bill complies dropping more onions on, "Now we're talkin'."
As he sits and begins to enjoy his food, the sound of a skateboard gathers the panther's attention, and he turns to notice a familiar pink feline who skates up and takes a seat to get out of the rain for a moment...
"Heh, it's the Katt monster." Bill says sarcastically, having known the feline for some time.
Caruso looks to the skateboard that Katt lays against the stand next to her, "How do you steer that thing on wet streets?" He asks.
"Pure talent...hi."
"See Bill, Katt, she's a genuine hot-dogger. You hungry?" Caruso asks.
"You buyin'?" Katt asks with a smile.
The black panther laughs, "I'm buyin'." He replies.
"No onions though, okay?"
Caruso can't understand the concept of a hot dog without onions, "No onions?"
"They make you fart big time." Katt replies causing the two adults to burst into laughter.
Arcade games sound off, usually a sound that brings joy to countless children, unfortunately not anymore. Over the years the city has become a place of danger and darkness, no children would dare enter the streets not at night...not alone. A red hover car pulls up along side the arcade. Four animals step out, a light cream furred fox, a taller black furred vulpine wearing a black coat, a blue feathered falcon, and a silver furred fox. The light brown, cream colored vulpine was known to the police as Funboy, and his cohorts were just as well known. The black furred vulpine known as Tin Tin, the blue falcon known as T-bird, or the silver furred fox known as Skank...all four were well known arsons, and most likely responsible for more than their fair share of the city's recent crime waves. As they stepped out of the vehicle T-bird looks over the arcade...
"You know, Lake Erie actually caught on fire once from all the crap floatin' around in it?" He says as he lights a cigar, and letting out a large breath of smoke, "Ah! I wish I coulda seen that." He says with an impressed whistle, "Yee-aah!"
As he shouts Tin Tin, and Skank begin destroying the arcade's glass windows and the games inside, while T-bird sets the timer on a small bomb...Soon the four board the red vehicle they'd all driven there in, and plow off into the night waiting for the device to take down the building...
The large bird never left it's spot sitting atop the cross that marked Fox's grave, as it watched on as Fox's grave mound begins to shake violently shaking Katt's flowers from his their place on his grave the violent shaking causes the Crow to fly off and land on a nearby tree. A moment of silence blanketed the small graveyard, but suddenly from the oddly disturbed grave a furry paw shot from the ground followed by another frantically digging and clawing at the ground until they pull up a light brownish-red furred fox. He cannot hold himself up as he stumbles to the muddy ground a cry of sheer anguish and pain shoot from his lips as he rolls about the heavily muddy ground. No idea where he is or what's going on...
T-bird's little group of miscreants tears down the streets each of them bragging to the others about their latest exploit involving the arcade they'd just left behind, As their bright red vehicle tears through the streets, anyone on the sidewalks could hear the four screaming in unison...
"Fire it up! Fire it up!"
Fox shivers and attempts to hold in whatever heat he can manage too, he cannot understand why he has not shirt or shoes, He can't understand why but he keeps following the large black bird that seems to lead him about the alleys of the city. Soon enough the bird lands on a large dumpster and begins pecking at the strings of some rather useful black boots. Confused for a moment Fox pulls the footwear from the receptacle, merely happy to have his feet out of the burning cold as his guide leads him along the near deserted streets. T-bird's car tears by the hot dog stand, at the sight of Caruso's cop car they panic and speed up...
At the sound of their tires burning out the panther shakes his head, "Bad people out tonight."
In that very second the bomb left in the arcade goes off shaking the hot dog stand, "Dammit!" Caruso shouts jumping from his seat.
"What was that?" Katt asks.
"You just wait right there." Caruso replies as he runs down the streets.
"Be careful!" Katt calls out to the officer before going back to her food.
"Bill, call it in for me." Caruso shouts as he rushes off.