Yep, this is the fourth chapter and I'm not sure why I've only
got three replies. I guess it's for the even things. Let's start!
Krystal looked up and smiled, she had hit her target. Her staff had easily dug into the surface of a patrolling Arwing. With all her strength, she hoisted herself up on to the back of the aircraft and opened the door that lead inside. Inside sat Bill Grey. He had been in the mental hospital not too long ago after the war and so he knew Fox very well. He turned around and started to panic when he saw her, not only thronging him out of the cockpit, but had an unconscious Fox in her hands too.
Bill opened his mouth to scream, but it was all too late. He soon found himself plummeting to the earth below.
'Ok,' Krystal thought as she threw Fox into the back seat,' I'll just set the coarse to Dinosaur planet and put it on auto pilot until he wakes up. Mean while, I'll just take a nap.' Krystal thought as she typed in as quickly as she could. In five minutes, she found herself asleep, dreaming of Inutepete. Fox, on the other hand, was not in a pleasant state. (FLASH BACK YOU NIMRODS!)
'What's up Slippy? A young Fox McCloud said as he made his way downstairs to the lobby were all the student body's eyes laid.
"Isn't that were your dad works?" Slippy replied as he turned to face him.
"The hospital, a murder, in the mental wing? Sorry Slippy, but I have something to take care of right away!" Fox said turning around and heading out the building,' Fox turned and tossed in the passenger seat. It was another memory, form eight years ago. He had tried to forget them for a long time, but it was no use and he started to succumb to them once again. 'Dad? Fox said as he made his way though the crowd of people to the room of the murder. He dreaded the worst. His father had worked here and he knew that if something happened here, it must mean something even worse for his father. Maybe another patient had fallen out of a window? Fox just didn't want to hear that his father was killed.
As he entered the room, he saw what he had dreaded since he was a kit. He saw his father, on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. Stab wounds in his head were bleeding heavily, even though he was long past dead. Turning his head around, he could see Peppy trying to comfort his mother.
"It's not your falught Vixie, it's mine," Peppy replied on the edge of tears as he patted he back," I should have been with him."
"No, it's not your falught Peppy, it's no one's," Fox said as he ran up to the two. All his mother could do is run up to him and hug him and cry over his shoulder,' Fox thought that that was when all the pain would be over and he could get on with his life. But he was wrong, wrong as he could ever be. Over the coarse of the next eight years, he would he tortured for the rest of his life. Fox soon woke up to the Beeping of the radar in the Arwing.
"Were am I?" was all Fox could mutter as he turned all around to see where he was. Grabbing his head, he eased up and looked over into the other seat where Krystal lay. Time then started to stand still for him. She was so beautiful. Every thing about her was just flawless, just, everything. Nothing he could say would describe her beauty. True, she was his patient, it was also true that his promise was to be kept, but they were so far away that no one would really care if he did fall for her, but that was something that probably would never happen. Thronging himself back in the seat, he stared up at the roof wondering what to do or who this ship had belonged to. Looking a little closer to everything, he noticed a digital clock at the right side of him that bilked eight o'clock at night.
Sure, it seemed pretty late but what was it compared to how many days he had been in a sleeping state? Surely, he hoped not. Peering around even more, he found himself staring at the back of Krystal's seat and wondering what she was dreaming of. But he casually shook his head and went back to thinking about the ship. How did they get the ship was a blur to him really. True, he still had much of his memory from before he was knocked out but as of while, it was a mystery to him.
Finding nothing else to do, he just sat back and went to rest again. But, instead of going back to the painful past, he found himself in a dark abyss. He started to panic, what was he doing here? Then, out of the sudden, there came a flash of light right in front of him. Fox was so surprised that he staggered backwards and fell down. What ever this light was, it seemed to want to say something important to him. Now, was he going insane? He hoped not because if he was, it would be another nightmare to ruin his life once more.
"What do you want?" was all he could say to the light that seemed to be transforming. Fox had now realized what the light must mean. In one of his classes, they had started to introduce a mental help area where they could be told your dreams and tell you what they mean. Fox had remembered that if you see a ball of light, let it transform and tell you its message before you make any dough's about what it really is. It seemed crazy then, but now that he was about all alone in the middle of space, it didn't seem that crazy at all.
The light seemed to pause as he waited for it to finish. Even thought Fox had never experienced it, he didn't think it would take this long for it to happen. Fox was very tempted to say hurry it up but he knew that would do nothing, he would just have to wait. But if it didn't speed up though, he might end up dead before the message is even heard. 'Well, it could be worse' he thought as he watched the light transform yet again.
Yep, deep and short chapter there folks. Even thought this is not supposed to be Sci-fi, I just had to put this part in. Hope you like it!
Krystal looked up and smiled, she had hit her target. Her staff had easily dug into the surface of a patrolling Arwing. With all her strength, she hoisted herself up on to the back of the aircraft and opened the door that lead inside. Inside sat Bill Grey. He had been in the mental hospital not too long ago after the war and so he knew Fox very well. He turned around and started to panic when he saw her, not only thronging him out of the cockpit, but had an unconscious Fox in her hands too.
Bill opened his mouth to scream, but it was all too late. He soon found himself plummeting to the earth below.
'Ok,' Krystal thought as she threw Fox into the back seat,' I'll just set the coarse to Dinosaur planet and put it on auto pilot until he wakes up. Mean while, I'll just take a nap.' Krystal thought as she typed in as quickly as she could. In five minutes, she found herself asleep, dreaming of Inutepete. Fox, on the other hand, was not in a pleasant state. (FLASH BACK YOU NIMRODS!)
'What's up Slippy? A young Fox McCloud said as he made his way downstairs to the lobby were all the student body's eyes laid.
"Isn't that were your dad works?" Slippy replied as he turned to face him.
"The hospital, a murder, in the mental wing? Sorry Slippy, but I have something to take care of right away!" Fox said turning around and heading out the building,' Fox turned and tossed in the passenger seat. It was another memory, form eight years ago. He had tried to forget them for a long time, but it was no use and he started to succumb to them once again. 'Dad? Fox said as he made his way though the crowd of people to the room of the murder. He dreaded the worst. His father had worked here and he knew that if something happened here, it must mean something even worse for his father. Maybe another patient had fallen out of a window? Fox just didn't want to hear that his father was killed.
As he entered the room, he saw what he had dreaded since he was a kit. He saw his father, on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. Stab wounds in his head were bleeding heavily, even though he was long past dead. Turning his head around, he could see Peppy trying to comfort his mother.
"It's not your falught Vixie, it's mine," Peppy replied on the edge of tears as he patted he back," I should have been with him."
"No, it's not your falught Peppy, it's no one's," Fox said as he ran up to the two. All his mother could do is run up to him and hug him and cry over his shoulder,' Fox thought that that was when all the pain would be over and he could get on with his life. But he was wrong, wrong as he could ever be. Over the coarse of the next eight years, he would he tortured for the rest of his life. Fox soon woke up to the Beeping of the radar in the Arwing.
"Were am I?" was all Fox could mutter as he turned all around to see where he was. Grabbing his head, he eased up and looked over into the other seat where Krystal lay. Time then started to stand still for him. She was so beautiful. Every thing about her was just flawless, just, everything. Nothing he could say would describe her beauty. True, she was his patient, it was also true that his promise was to be kept, but they were so far away that no one would really care if he did fall for her, but that was something that probably would never happen. Thronging himself back in the seat, he stared up at the roof wondering what to do or who this ship had belonged to. Looking a little closer to everything, he noticed a digital clock at the right side of him that bilked eight o'clock at night.
Sure, it seemed pretty late but what was it compared to how many days he had been in a sleeping state? Surely, he hoped not. Peering around even more, he found himself staring at the back of Krystal's seat and wondering what she was dreaming of. But he casually shook his head and went back to thinking about the ship. How did they get the ship was a blur to him really. True, he still had much of his memory from before he was knocked out but as of while, it was a mystery to him.
Finding nothing else to do, he just sat back and went to rest again. But, instead of going back to the painful past, he found himself in a dark abyss. He started to panic, what was he doing here? Then, out of the sudden, there came a flash of light right in front of him. Fox was so surprised that he staggered backwards and fell down. What ever this light was, it seemed to want to say something important to him. Now, was he going insane? He hoped not because if he was, it would be another nightmare to ruin his life once more.
"What do you want?" was all he could say to the light that seemed to be transforming. Fox had now realized what the light must mean. In one of his classes, they had started to introduce a mental help area where they could be told your dreams and tell you what they mean. Fox had remembered that if you see a ball of light, let it transform and tell you its message before you make any dough's about what it really is. It seemed crazy then, but now that he was about all alone in the middle of space, it didn't seem that crazy at all.
The light seemed to pause as he waited for it to finish. Even thought Fox had never experienced it, he didn't think it would take this long for it to happen. Fox was very tempted to say hurry it up but he knew that would do nothing, he would just have to wait. But if it didn't speed up though, he might end up dead before the message is even heard. 'Well, it could be worse' he thought as he watched the light transform yet again.
Yep, deep and short chapter there folks. Even thought this is not supposed to be Sci-fi, I just had to put this part in. Hope you like it!