StarFox 01
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Darkness…
He was unconscious, lost to his nightmares; visualizing cruel torture, even his untimely demise. Fox suddenly awoke from his night terror, filled with pangs of fear. The lupine glanced around his room in confusion and panic. Everything was hazy… almost surreal. Fox stumbled out of bed; the atmosphere felt heavy. Fog enshrouded Fox's surroundings.
"What's going on?" Fox gasped, his words echoed around the room. He shambled forward, feeling ill almost spontaneously. Fox looked down and saw an unexpected sight; blood splattered the floor and wet the wall. As he peered onward he saw the dismembered corpse of Krystal; his lover, his soulmate. Fox gripped his stomach; he was cramped with severe abdominal pains. Fox kneeled to the floor; he gagged violently, tears streamed down his stained fur. He couldn't hold it in and he vomited relentlessly. The twinges were only getting worse, so Fox did the only thing he could do, he dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball…
Darkness…
He was unconscious, lost to his nightmares; envisioning the death of his most beloved friend and companion; Krystal. Krystal, that name held an unparalleled significance to Fox. This revelation was followed by flashbacks of his former life… How Fox's father died, the famed James McCloud. How Fox had defeated Andross, His Adventure on Dinosaur Planet and even his excursion to eliminate the aparoids. Then Fox had a glimpse of intimate moments he had shared with Krystal (these events take place after StarFox Assault); dinner by the lakeside… the movie theatre… the excitement of their work, as part of the Cornerian Elite Forces (CEF for short)… then just Darkness…
This was succeeded by a sudden flash of bright light; Fox returned to semi-consciousness;
Fox's eyelids flickered, he was fatigued and even the smallest strain resulted in brutal pain. The Terrors returned once more; all of the preceding events raced through his mind in mere seconds. Fox arched his back and screamed in agony, wrenching his spinal cord. He squirmed and struggled; the Fox was temporarily blinded from his convulsions. He almost didn't even realize he was bound. Fox's bear chest heaved nervously; his heart was still racing to dangerous extremities. He decided his best tactic would be to try and calm himself. Even if he couldn't see he could still examine his surroundings. Fox sniffed the air intently; the stench of decay was apparent. He could also hear the splash of water droplets muffled in the distance: he could tell this room had a low ceiling. Probably a cell of some sort Fox thought. The lupine's peripheral vision was returning slowly. Sweat beaded Fox's matted and disarrayed fur; as he took in his surroundings he felt pains in his chest. The graphic sight disturbed him; the remains of a previous prisoner were chained to the wall. What a horrible death Fox thought as he leveled himself. He noticed he was shackled to an iron bed, the only piece of clothing he had left was his tattered pants. This was all so perplexing to Fox, he couldn't remember any details of how he ended up in here. As he tried to recall what had happened his head started to throb and ache with excruciating pain. The flux of pain caused Fox to faint; to delve into his hellish nightmares once again…