S&M: Starfox & Metallica:
Enter Sandman
"Say your prayers little one,
Dont forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within,
keep you free from sin,
Till the sandman he comes"
Falco and Katt, a blissful couple that shone brighter than the all the stars of Lylat. Their love for each other knew no bounds, and their separation from each other meant pure torture for each other. There life however, was full of love, laughter and happiness, however one day this beautiful, peaceful world was turned upside down. Katt has a flying accident, and presumed dead. Falco is left to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart. After crying himself to sleep, he becomes poisoned by awful Nightmares. Sleeping becomes a daily torturous device for the poor blue Avian. What will Falco do? Who can help him now?
Prologue:
"No, No, Noooo..!" Falco screamed as he woke and bolted upright from his bed. The blue avian Falcon ruffled his head feathers while his heartbeat calmed and slowed enough as He rested his head on his soft pillow. He stared at the metallic ceiling of his quarters and pondered whether to fall back to sleep and endure the same torturous thoughts that bestowed him every night as he lay in his, now cold and lonely double bed. He felt a tear trickle down his feathery cheek and onto the bed. He turned his head slight to see his dressing table, on their, along with his other personal belongings, was the source of his suffering, a small golden necklace with a broken chain, along with a tattered and torn picture of a blue falcon and a pink feline. The picture was damp with water, paying tribute to the tears shed by its owner.
"Katt! Katt!" Falco sobbed, again unable to control his grief, "Why do you leave me here. Come take me now. Don't leave me here!" he cried looking up to the heavans, hoping, and wishing for her to descend and take him with her. Anywhere, Anywhere apart from here, in this bed, all alone. Weeping for her.
"Falco?" A voice came from nowhere, at first Falco thought he was dreaming again, but this voice was different. Yes it was soft and gentle, but the voice was more masculine, unlike the purring feminine voice that tormented him. Falco got up a little to see an orange vulpine standing at the threshold of the door.
"Falco buddy. Are you ok? I heard you scream." Fox asked, his eyes with some concern to his restless friend.
Falco for a minute just stared out Fox, trying to muster his voice to say something. Falco could not bare to break down in front of anyone, especially Fox. Only by himself would he cry, in the dark, alone. "Yeah. I'm fine, just trod on something, that's all!" He replied, trying his best to sound his normal self when he was anything but. It was a pitiful lie to Fox, and Falco knew it.
"Ok." Fox replied, "..I'm here to talk to if ever you need me!" Fox offered Falco his support. He too knew that Falco would never dampen his pride and seek help from another. Fox despaired at this, he saw he best friend slowly but surely being torn apart, bit by bit as the devils and monsters invaded his dreams and destroyed his soul.
"Thanks Fox." Falco replied quickly before resting his head back on the pillow, a sure sign that he wanted to be left alone now. Fox read the signs and quickly decided to finish.
"Goodnight Falco" Fox ended as he pressed a button and shut the door to Falco's quarters. Falco watched the door tentatively so to see if Fox was listening up against the door. His fears were settled as he heard the sound of Footsteps on the metallic floor quieten into nothing.
Falco sighed, he turned to look at a small little Awring model on his side cabinet. He picked it up in his feathery hand and put it close to his face. He study every contour of the little model, it was made accurately to the last detail of how the real Awring looks like. He playful pretended to fly it about in the air like a little kid, he then turned it over and looked underneath it, a little note was engraved on it's surface, "Katt luvs Falco 4eva". Falco read this and it's words almost cut his heart out. He again allowed a tear to fall next to him. He took the little model and flew it to the side of his bed, he held it up in the air and then he allowed it to fall through his fingers to land with a crash on the floor. He looked down to she it totally shattered everywhere, just like his heart. Without his beautiful pink feline, he thought he could not live anymore. He laid back squarely on his bed and closed his eyes, praying for the monsters not to return to his sleep.
