Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Cyanide
"Damn..." Wolf groaned as he rubbed the back of his head where Link had whacked him. 'Where am I?' he thought. He could see a thing, and the only light was the eerie glow of a small wax candle mounted on a wall. But the ncounter with was enough to see that Wolf was in some sort of prison cell. It was about a seven-by-seven area, with one wall being occupied with bars. And judging by the thickness, they weren't going to break.
But then Wolf thought back to the encounter with Link. What did Crazy Hand do to him? But, in the back of Wolf's mind, he considered that that might be his fate. This thought was confirmed when, from down the hall, he overheard Crazy Hand talking with Link.
"Is the prisoner ready?" Crazy Hand asked.
"Not yet, sir. We still need to prepare the cyanide compound. After that, we will release the gases into his cell. That will be our chance. His body will prove to be an excellent host," Link explained. Wolf gulped. Cyanide? Not good. 'I'm going to die' Wolf thought as he buried is head in his hands. But then his finger felt cold metal. Of course! Wolf still had his eye communicator/scanner. But then he realized something...
The only people he could contact with it were Fox and Falco. He despised the thought of having to ask for their assisstance. But then he thought back to the horrid image of Link engraved in his mind. And if he didn't get help soon, either the cyanide would kill him, or Crazy Hand would.
Wolf then reluctantly clicked on the device, and spoke into it;
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Wolf called. There was a slight delay, but eventually Falco picked it up.
"Wolf? Is that you? Where are ya?" Falco asked.
"I don't know! Crazy Hand jumped me! He had Link with him and-"
"Link's alive?" Falco asked, astonished.
"Uh...sorta. Anyways, I need your...help," Wolf choked on that last word.
"You want OUR help? Why would we help you, ya low life?" Falco inquired.
"If you don't, they'll kill me!"
"You've tried to kill us plenty of times!"
"But I didn't!" Wolf pled. Before Falco could say anything else, a hissing sound filled the cell.
"What's that noise?" Falco asked.
"Crap! That's the cyanide *cough* compound! Listen, *cough* if you don't get me out *cough* of here soon, I'll die *cough*!" Wolf wheezed. There was no reply.
"*cough* Falco?" Wolf said. Still no answer. Wolf had to lean on the wall for support. The toxins were slowly draining his strength. And soon, his vision became blurry.
"*cough* Fal- *cough* co..." Wolf managed. He collapsed down onto all fours, wheezing and coughing heavily.
"He's a little...preoccupied...at the moment," the voice of Crazy Hand slithered into the vulpine's ear. Using the last of his strength, Wolf pled once more into the communicator.
"Someone...*cough*...help..." he croaked.
"Wolf?" this time, it was Fox.
"*cough* help..."
"Wolf, where are you?" Fox asked frantically.
"Crazy Hand...*cough*" was all Wolf could manage.
"I'm tracking your signal...Weird. It says you're in the basement. I'm coming to get you, Wolf," Fox said reassuringly. Wolf could only grunt in response.
"Wolf, hang on," Fox stated. Wolf couldn't respond. His strength was depleted, and he collapsed upon the hard, unforgiving prison cell floor.
"Wolf! Wolf! C'mon, answer! WOLF!"
Falco's Point of View
"Falco!" Fox called from down the hall. The avian turned to see his teammate dashing towards him.
"Hey Foxy!" Falco greeted.
"Master Hand wants to see you," Fox returned.
"*sigh* Fine. Just let me get my jacket," Falco groaned. He had just come from training, so all he was wearing on his torso was his red shirt. Bu as he walked towards his room while his back was turned to Fox, he thought he heard static in his earpiece. And once he reached the oak door in which his room lie, a voice came over the radio waves.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" a familiar voice asked.
"Wolf? Is that you? Where are ya?" Falco asked. He stepped into his room and locked the door.
"I don't know! Crazy Hand jumped me! He had Link with him and-"
"Link's alive?" Falco asked. He thought that when Link disappeared, that was it.
"Uh...sorta. Anyways, I need your...help," Wolf said. He seemed to choke on that last word.
"You want OUR help? Why would we halp you, ya low life?" Falco inqired. He listened to Wolf's answer as he put his jacket on.
"If you don't, they'll kill me!"
"You've tried to kill us plenty of times!"
"But I didn't!" Wolf pled. Then, over the vulpine's pleas, a hissing sound infiltrated Falco's ears.
"What's that noise?" he asked.
"Crap! That's the cyanide *cough* compound! Listen, *cough* if you don't get me out *cough* of here soon, I'll die *cough*!" Wolf wheezed.
"..." Falco's voice was no more. Because has the blue avian turned to see Crazy Hand floating behind him, something sharp lodged itself in his neck, causing him to collapse from whatever seeped from it into his neck. Crazy Hand shoved the body out of the way forcefully, leaving a lovely bruise on Falco's arm. 'Insolent pests...' Crazy Hand thought.
"*cough* Falco?" Crazy Hand heard Wolf's voice call from within Falco's earpiece.
"*cough* Fal-*cough* co..." Wolf repeated. Crazy Hand picked it up and spoke into it with a sinister tone.
"He's a little...preoccupied...at the moment."
So many questions! What is Crazy Hand going to do with Wolfand Falco? What was in that dart? When do Lucario and Marth come into this story Will Fox save Wolf in time? Maybe not...*lightbulb* Hehehe...
