First of all I want to say that this is going to be a test story, a Pilot of sorts. I don't really have a plan for what I will do with the story but I really felt the need to write something but please let me know if this idea is worth continuing and I will if not I'll do something else. Anyway, I do not own Starfox because if I did then I'd been stupid rich but I'm not so yeah... Onward to the story.
I felt dizzy and nauseous with a killer migraine just around the corner. Every move I made seemed to be accompanied be bone crushing pain. The single twitch of my finger felt like a draging it across sand paper made of salt and lemon juice. I clenched my teeth to stop a cry of pain. I didn't know where I was or if I was with hostile people so I had to be careful. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I noticed the I was in a fairly large room. I looked to my left an saw a white lamp on a table made of wood. Beyond the table, directly in my line of sight, was a metal door. It was closed so I turned my head to the rifht, ignoring the pain as I did. To my right was a large window with the blinds drawn so I couldn't see outside. If there was an outside. Next I turned to the foot of my bed and noticed a circular object on the wall near the ceiling. It looked like a clock but the figures I didn't recognize. I thought my vision was just blured but after a few seconds of staring the figures started to shift around. I blinked a few times and saw that the figures turned into the numbers you would normally see on an analog clock. I knew I had to be seeing things, clocks didn't just change the number on their own. "What the hell is going on?" I said out loud. I wasn't expecting an answer but I got one anyway.
"You'll figure it out sooner or later." The voice had a really dark tone to it and it seemed to be coming from no where and everywhere at the same time. I had no idea what was going on so I had to find out and since there was no one else around except who ever was talking...
"Who the hell said that?!" My voice was raspy and strains like I had been shouting for hours without end. It was at this point that I noticed I was in a bed, an uncomfortable one too, there was no support to I felt the metal underneath the mattress.
"Don't worry about who I am, just worry about standing up" The voice said. What did he mean by that? Was I supposed to be able stand and if so why wouldn't I be able to stand? I looked at my feet and found that they were restrained. They were held down to the bed with thick leather straps like those use to tie down someone in a mental institution. "A mental institution?" I thought to my self. I looked a my feet again and this time saw that was wearing a hospital gown! I tried to move my hands to the leg straps but they didn't go anywhere. They too were straped down to the bed. I began to panic, trashing my legs and arms in an attempt to break free of my restraints.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I yelled as loud as I could. I had to break free! By now the pain that racked my body when I first awoke had subsided. "GET ME OUT OF THESE THINGS! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! I'M IN HERE! HEY!" I continued to shout my voice cracked and sounded terrible. If I kept screaming I might not be able to talk for a long time. I stopped moving completely. My arms started aching as well as my legs. It was silent in the room. The only sounds that could be heard was my light panting and the buzzing of the flickering light above me. My eyes remained focused on the tiles above me. I shut my eyes... There was nothing I could do... I was alone in a strange room, with possibly a psychopath that got some sick, twisted pleasure form watching me squirm helplessly... I shut my eyes and slept...
