Star Fox- Prologue- The Perfect Assassin
Wolf's Legacy- Romance/Adventure- Started: 6/23/2009
A/N: Hello Star Fox fans. I just decided to write a Star Fox fanfiction and see what you guys think of it. It's about the next generation from the original Star Fox games. So it includes Marcus and his sister Rachael (OC) and their team. But it's mainly about Wolf O'Donnell's son. Hope you like it.
The darkness stood as a barrier against light, no moonlight seeped through the canopy trees. The bitter, icy wind ripped at a wolf's gray and white fur. The wolf, who trudged through the snow and blizzard like a snow plow, was determined to make it to his destination. His white bangs commonly and usually hung over his left eye, but now they fluttered and sharply jabbed his eyes with their sharp tips as the wind blew relentlessly. His teeth begged to chatter but he refused them the privilege. His grayish purple eyes searched the terrain, his pupils dilated in the darkness. He couldn't see but two feet in front of him. The blizzard bit his body and he wrapped his cloak around himself tighter.
Ever since his drop off in this environment, the weather had been nothing but like this. He sometimes even wonders how the trees remained lively with leaves throughout the villainess winter on the planet. The wolf looked around once again but still found nothing. He didn't understand it. He was supposed to be at the city by now, but no sign of anything. He stopped and stared upward towards the canopy of trees. He growled, he was never going to find the city. The wind blew hard, he squinted his eyes trying to keep them from being continuously stabbed. The wind seemed to be trying to steal his cloak from him. He held it tighter and continued walking.
If only his teammates knew how much he hated them when they did this to him, dropping him off in horrid terrains, trying to get him killed. He was lucky enough to survive, a basic instinct of all living creatures. If he had it his way he would kill them all for this but thanks to his leader he couldn't. He was the leader –an inherited spot because of his father- of the Star Wolf team, but mostly ran his own one wolf army team as the most perfect, deadly, and silent assassin that he was raised into being. He was trained since he was five-years-old, but that was about sixteen years ago, now he was the greatest assassin anyone in the universe had ever seen. He was silent, relentless, and ruthless, he was just… perfect.
The wolf suddenly didn't feel the wind, his bangs and cloak were not fluttering anymore, and he could hear his combat boots scraping against a different surface, it wasn't the crunch of snow but the sound of grinding rocks. His ears twitched as he focused them on his surroundings, he heard the wind whistling for him behind him. He bent down and touched the ground. His hand grazed the rough ground; it wasn't smooth like the snow. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out a cylinder and scraped it against the ground and the tip erupted into a flurry of sparks. He tossed it ahead of him and it then it inflamed itself and lit the terrain up like a fire.
The wolf looked around, sure enough; he had walked into a cave. He turned around and saw the mouth of the cave. The light lit the white specks with bright red. He turned back around and looked at where the flare had landed. It had fallen into a large dip in the ground making it look like a huge stone bowl. He walked deeper into the cave, passing the first flare without a second glance. When he had gotten so deep that he couldn't see, he lit another flare and tossed it in front of him.
He growled he was getting kind of agitated about this, he was stressed from the training that he still was going through, his team kept toying with him because he was the youngest in the group, and he hadn't slept in a week, life was hell for him. He was in the middle of learning about his father and he never slept, for thoughts of his father kept flooding his mentality and kept him awake. It was getting kind of irritating.
Suddenly the wolf stopped and sniffed the air. A growl crackled deep within his throat as he smelled something different against the musky, damp air. He watched the darkness. He couldn't see much but he could see a small movement in it. Then, something shrieked in the darkness and he heard what sounded like running. The wolf grabbed his cloak and threw it off; he reached behind his back and pulled out a sword. He waited for the right moment and then he spun, twirling the sword like a pinwheel and then he turned his back and stabbed the creature behind him. The creature shrieked in pain and the wolf yanked the blade out of its stomach, having its contents spill out all over the cave floor. As the creature fell in a puddle of its own blood the wolf jumped up and roundhouse kicked the other monster. When it fell to the ground the wolf brought the blade down into its chest and the monster became a lifeless heap on the floor.
Extracting the blade from the body, the wolf sheathed the sword with no regard of the blood still on it. As he went to get his cloak he heard nothing but the water dripping from the stalactites to the stalagmites. As he hung his cloak around his shoulders he reached back into his pack and tossed another flare in front of him. He looked at the kills he just made. The creatures were pale white in color, their eyes were nothing but lidless black stones, their mouths were like beaks with dagger like teeth. They had three crippled legs and one arm that sprouted from their chests. Their blood was nothing but mud. The wolf was wondering why he couldn't smell death upon them, they had no smell when they died.
The wolf continued on his trail when suddenly he heard clapping. He gripped the hilt of his sword as he waited for what ever was about to be thrown onto him. As he crouched, ready for attack, he saw a figure come into the light of the flare.
"Bravo my friend, bravo." The figure spoke, "You have killed the two greatest genetic, artificially made creatures that we thought were the perfect match for you," the figure came into view and reveal itself to be a female wolf, she grinned with pearl white teeth, "but you killed them like they were nothing special. You really are the greatest assassin, young Wolf O'Donnell. I knew when we named you after your father you would keep his namesake to be a well known one." The female looked at Wolf, "Now all you have to do is kill Fox McCloud, the one who brought about Lord O'Donnell's death!" her smiled faded.
Wolf looked at the female, "What must I do, Mother."
A/N: So what do ya'll think? Good, bad, or whatever you just don't care? Please review. Oh to make it clear, my character Wolf O'Donnell is the original Wolf O'Donnell's son. So really his name his Wolf O'Donnell Jr. or Wolf O'Donnell II, I don't know how to put it but I just call him Wolf.