Author's Note: Okay. I don't anything here. All related to StarFox belong
to Nintendo. Otherwise the only thing I own here is the plot and Chamille.
I've noticed while surfing the web that there was already a fanfic
character named Chamille, who is also the sister of Leon. Well, notice
this: Loooooooooong before I realized this, which was weeks ago, I had
ALREADY developed a fan character named Chamille. In fact, she was a
character in an original series I was writing years ago, but I decided to
place her in my StarFox Fanfic! So if the original owner of a Chamille
Powalski is reading this, note this: THIS Chamille Powalski is MY
character! If you insist on believing I'm stealing your character, then I
ask your permission to use her name. I REPEAT, I AM ASKING YOUR
PERMISSION!!! If you STILL insist on believing I'm committing plagiarism
(and I hate that too, believe me), e-mail me at imagenashyun@aol.com, then
maybe we can talk this out (*struggles to catch her breath*). I know that
I've placed Tragedy/Angst as a genre, but that comes in later in the story,
otherwise it's mostly Humor/Romance/Drama (ironic, ain't it?) This story is
Rated R for extreme blood, gore, and violence, numerous death scenes,
language, rape scenes, nudity and some sexual talk. Please R&R. Thank you.
~~ Imagen ~~
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Chapter 3: "Chameleon Conflicts."
Chamille sighed. She and Wolf have been sitting by the lake for hours, their butts sitting on a rock. Wolf had the chameleon woman hold a large mirror in her hands, the light from the sun reflecting to the mirror than into the water. "Wolf?" Chamille began.
Wolf hissed, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Wolf, what in the world are we doing? If your idea of getting a job is selling fish at a market, fishing with a mirror won't do!"
"Patience, Chamille," Wolf said as he stretched. "We'll be catching big fish soon."
"Oh, really? How?"
"You'll see."
Very soon, a rambling buffalo noticed the wolf and chameleon pair at the side of the lake. He sighted the mirror in Chamille's hand, and in curiosity of what the heck she was doing he decided to walk to her and tap her lightly on the shoulder. Chamille turned and looked up to the buffalo, Wolf doing the same. The buffalo smiled politely and began, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I am very curious, what are you doing?"
Chamille pointed to Wolf. "He's teaching me a method of fishing."
"FISHING???"
"It's a very excellent method for fishing," Wolf claimed. "You see here, this young woman, Chamille, is looking for a job so she can provide her own shelter, and this method of fishing will make her big bucks!"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, sir!"
"How does it work?"
Wolf glanced at Chamille. "I....... can't tell you."
"WHAT???!!!"
"It's a secret, sir."
"I will never tell!"
"Sure you won't..."
"Tell me!"
"No!"
Chamille sighed and nudged Wolf lightly. "Just tell him, Wolf."
"I'm sorry, but I can't!"
The buffalo grumbled and began to turn around to leave. This is it. Wolf cocked an eyebrow with a sly smirk appearing on his face. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" the buffalo spoke.
"You pay us!" Wolf pointed.
The buffalo began laughing. "Pay you???!!! Haw! Haw! Haw!"
Wolf sat back, whistling, as if waiting. The buffalo noticed the lupine was serious. "Fine," he said. "How much?"
"A hundred dollars," Wolf said.
"A HUNDRED???!!! WHAT A RIP-OFF!!!"
"Oh, well!"
The buffalo growled as he dug his hand into his pocket and fished out his wallet, shelling out a single one-hundred dollar bill. He held it out to Wolf, who gestured Chamille to take it. The chameleon gently took the dollar bill as Wolf took the mirror from Chamille's hands.
"Pay attention here, sir," Wolf began as he held the mirror over to the lake where the sun shone its rays to the glass then into the water. "You see, you hold the mirror over the water, like this. When a fish come swimming by, you startle him with rays of light reflected from the mirror. The fish then pauses, being confused. Then, while you can, you grab him!"
"Oh, Lordy..." the buffalo was shocked. "Don't tell me you actually use that ridiculously stupid idea to fish! I mean, c'mon, fishing with a mirror???!!! How can that be possible? How many have you caught, may I ask?"
Wolf smirked again. "You're the first one today."
Chamille gasped. "Oh, I get it..."
The buffalo stood there, mouth agape. He stared at Wolf, who was laughing as he stood up, patting Chamille on the back, gesturing her to stand up and go. The large mammal began to growl low, his temple throbbing. He then began rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles.
This signaled Wolf to make a hasty retreat. "Run, Chamille!" he shouted as the lupine quickly grabbed the lizard's hand and yanked it as he began to race away from the large cattle. Chamille dragged along a few steps then began running along. The young chameleon turned back to watch the buffalo chase them furiously, his eyes burning with fury and warm air smoking from his nostrils, his biceps bulging, the veins visible. Chamille became frightened from the sight of the enraged and began running ahead of Wolf, being a few ahead of him and leaving him in the dust.
"Quick! In here!" Wolf shouted as he grabbed the woman's hand again and pulled her into a nearby forest. They quickly scurried around the trees and over the bushes, dodging every rock, log, and puddle. Both the lupine and lizard leaped over a small cliff, in which the buffalo, who was closely behind, did the same. As he continued running, he didn't realize the wolf and chameleon who stole his money were hiding in a bush nearby.
Chamille crawled out of the bushes when the coast was all clear and began walking towards the direction their pursuer was running. Wolf reached out and grabbed her tail and yanked her to the ground. "You idiot, what are you doing?!" he barked.
Chamille took a deep breath before speaking to the lupine. "I'm returning the money to Mr. Buffalo!"
"What?! Why? You finally got your first set of a hundred dollars to get you a new home!"
"Wolf, I admit that was a very clever trick you played on Buffalo-san, but it was also very dishonest!"
"Who cares about honesty? Just keep the money!"
"No!"
As soon as Chamille shouted out those words, cracking sounds were suddenly heard. Both she and Wolf looked up. A large tree was about to fall on Chamille, the tall mass of heavy hardwood and leaves tumbling towards the young chameleon. The chameleon stood there, too terrified to move and dodge the falling tree, as if her feet were glued to the ground. Wolf quickly crawled out of the bush and pushed Chamille out of the way, the tree falling on him in the woman's stead.
"Wolf! Wolf!" Chamille coughed as she got up from the ground and ran towards the tree. When she approached it, she noticed the intensely strong buffalo standing at the tree's trunk, panting angrily and glaring knives at her. Chamille trembled, clutching her chest as she stood like a frightened child. With the hundred dollar bill still in her hands, she held it out and bowed her head. "Please take your money, sir! We're very sorry we tricked you like that!"
The buffalo began to calm slowly. He stormed to the chameleon, his eyes still glaring. Chamille sweat hard, and she gulped as she tried to stand tall. The buffalo, still angry, then clutched the dollar bill with one hoof then used his other one to grip Chamille's crested head and push her down. "B!tch!..." he muttered as he walked off.
Chamille sighed in relief that the stranger didn't kill her or anything. She gasped and jumped when she heard cracking sounds again. As soon as she turned around, she saw the injured Wolf, pushing the tree off him then rolling it to the side. Chamille ran to the lupine, whose head was cracked open and bleeding. "Wolf! You're hurt!"
"Oh, really? I haven't noticed! Thanks for telling me, CHAMILLE!!!" Wolf growled sardonically.
"I'm sorry this all happened, Wolf, but hadn't I returned the money sooner- "
"Why did you plan to do it in the first place?! You should have kept the money!"
"But it was a dishonest act-"
"Bull$#!t! F#ck honesty, gawddammit!"
Chamille's eyes began to moisten. "Wolf........ I'm sorry..."
"Naw... naw... aw, c'mon, don't tell me you're gonna cry, b!tch!" Wolf sat up and reached for Chamille's shoulders, but he fell back from the pain from his opened wound.
The young woman's tears began to fall as she watched Wolf fall back. She gently placed her hand on Wolf's face, her slender clawed fingers going through his silver fur. Her other hand was placed near the wolf's wound, nearly touching the blood. Chamille bent over, her face slowly nearing Wolf's. As she came closer and closer, Wolf shuddered, shocked from what this woman was doing. Before he would pull away, the wolf felt the woman's lips touch his, her breath flowing into his mouth. Wolf could taste her sweet breath, a tingling sensation being felt in his back, arms, neck, and chest. He closed his eyes, feeling as if he was falling asleep, but at the same time he felt wide awake. He was in pain, but at the same time in comfort. He could not pull away, just he couldn't whenever she would grip his arm or lean on him. What's this feeling? Wolf wanted to get away, but he felt that if he should...........
Chamille backed away from Wolf. "There! All done!"
"Wha............. what?"
"Feel your head, Wolf!"
"What?"
"Take a look!"
Wolf grabbed the mirror in which he still kept. Looking into his reflection, he noticed the open crack on his head was gone. "What the f#ck.... What did you do to me?"
"I healed you."
"What?"
"I healed you," she repeated.
"You healed me............... with a kiss?"
"Oh, that? I'm not sure if you can call it a kiss.... I use it a lot."
"A lot......... for..... what?"
"Lots of other things."
"Such as..."
Chamille giggled. "I'm not telling you!"
Wolf was silent.
The woman stood up then gripped Wolf's shoulders. She held one of his arms and wrapped them around her neck, having Wolf lean on her. "Feel better?"
"Yeah, just a little dizzy..."
"I thought so. That's the aftermath of my healing trick."
'Healing trick?'
"I'll take you home," Chamille said softly to him. "There we can grab a bite to eat before we continue looking for job."
Wolf nodded as he walked along. As he wobbled along with Chamille he began to feel dizzier and dizzier. But it wasn't from Chamille's "healing trick".
***
"What the hell is that smell?!"
"Don't look at me, monkey boy! YOU'RE the one who hasn't bathed in six days!"
"Oh, look who's talking, smelly piggy!" Leon heard Andrew and Pigma argue again. He was lying on the couch, slouching and laying back as if he was a couch potato. Today was one of those days he was feeling like he was having a total breakdown, either too lazy or too tired to do anything. Even torture. What the heck, he ran out of victims in his chamber. Maybe he can go terrorize the streets some other time.
Suddenly that ungodly smell that the pig and monkey complained about reached Leon's nostrils, the smell of rotten food. Leon quickly sat up and grimaced, his clawed fingers pinching his snout. He turned only one of his chameleon eyes to glance at his side, seeing Andrew and Pigma standing by him, both holding one trash bag each and having three at each side, eight bags in total. Both the pig and monkey wore silly gas masks.
"For crying out loud, take out the trash!" Leon snapped.
Pigma and Andrew shouted at the same time, "YOU do it!"
"Why me?!"
"Wolf assigned us to search for StarFox in the radar, since we've heard they were in the area! You, on the other hand, he allowed to slack off!"
"And therefore slacking off, I don't have to do anything if I want to!"
Pigma snorted. "Just do it, Leon! It's only eight trash bags!"
"Two or three isn't a lot. Eight is! If you had been taking care of the trash more often, we wouldn't need to take out so many!"
"Lately we've been forgetting, Leon."
"Where's that woman?" Leon grumbled as he laid back down, his fingers still over his nose.
Andrew lifted an eyebrow. "Your sister?"
"She is NOT my sister!"
"Whatever! What about her?"
"Why don't you ask HER to take out the trash?"
Andrew began to growl low, clenching a fist. Leon turned to Pigma for an answer. The pig shrugged, "Heard she's looking for a job with Wolf."
"Great..............." Leon complained as he threw his arms forward and lifted himself up. He stood up from the couch and stood over the pig and monkey. "I'll take them out. Hand me one of the masks."
"No!"
"B@$t@rds..." Leon grumbled as he grabbed two bags each in each hand, his prehensile tail grabbing the other four.
***
Because the StarWolf Headquarters was a secret hideout, normally StarWolf would rid their wastes in the city. Leon threw the bags into the back of the van, slamming the doors shut as he choked and gagged from the smell. He turned to the driver's seat and hopped in, fastening his seat belt, opening both windows, breathing through his mouth so he wouldn't smell the stench, then pulled the parking brake and shifted into gear.
He drove to the nearest, largest trash bin, which was several blocks away, hiding behind a factory. Leon parked nearby then began to unload the van, flinging the trash bags over his shoulder two by two then throwing them into the already stuffed bin. 'I guess my workout does more good than I planned it to be,' he thought, realizing this all didn't take as long as he thought it would.
As he turned to leave for the Headquarters, his eyes detected movement, and his ears heard a slight crashing sound. Leon turned both chameleon eyes behind him and to the trash bin with bothering to move his head, demonstrating one of the chameleon's vast abilities. He saw nothing except one of the trash bags shifting in the pile. As he turned his eyes forward to walk on he heard the noise again, and this time he turned his body completely around to look at whatever he heard. His lizard eyes spotted a small reptilian boy in threadbare clothing reaching for a trash bag. Leon leaned sideways to have a close look at the child, trying to see his face, which was hiding mysteriously in shadow from the darkness of the building.
'Who is that boy?' Leon thought as he watched the child grab a trash bag and rip it open, allowing garbage to fall out in a waterfall of junk. The grown chameleon watched as banana peels, half-eaten rotten apples, moldy bread, stale meat, and cartons and papers poured out on the pavement, that wretched smell reaching his nostrils once again, Leon immediately clutching his nose. His eyes widened as he watched the small boy bend down towards the fallen garbage, reaching for one of the rotten foods. He took hold of a moldy loaf of bread then held it in front of his unseen face. The bread, covered with white, black, and green fungus and reeking of staleness, was held hesitatingly, as if the boy was thinking about eating it.
'No, he couldn't,' Leon thought as he watched boy open his mouth, pausing as if having second thoughts to take a bite. Leon shuddered, feeling a strange chill on his spine. He didn't know why... somehow he does. That chill disappeared, but a sickening feeling came to the lizard's stomach as soon as the boy finally bit off the moldy bread, chewed on it, then swallowed. The boy then began gobbling down the loaf of bread as if it was the freshest loaf in the bakery, ignoring the mold that invaded it.
"Disgusting! How can you stomach that?" Leon shouted in disgust at the boy. The child heard Leon's shouting and turned to him, his face finally shown in the light. The grown chameleon shuddered again when he saw the boy's face. The child was also a chameleon, having a striking resemblance to him. It was unlike the resemblance Chamille had with Leon... it was exact, like a younger version of the grown male lizard. Leon gasped and stepped back. For the first time in his entire life, Leon felt afraid. But of a boy? Why? Leon tortured children before, especially little boys, so he wasn't afraid of them. But why is he afraid of this particular one? Is it because he too bears a likeness to the grown chameleon? Impossible! Leon shook his head and turned, coughing from the garbage's smell then calmly walking to where he parked the van, deciding to leave the boy alone.
The sound of the bread falling on the ground reached Leon's ears. He didn't bother to turn around to glance at him. He paused, though, when he heard the boy speak. "Leon..."
Leon turned to look at the boy, who was speaking to him. The boy continued, "Where has your heart gone?"
The grown lizard nearly fell back. "Wh-What?!"
Leon stumbled, his feet tripping over each other and causing him to fall backwards, landing on his tail. The lizard closed his eyes and shook his head then glimpsed back at where the boy was. There was absolutely nothing. Even the trash bag that the child ripped and spilled out was untouched. Leon blinked and rubbed his eyes then stared at the trash bin again. The pile was still neatly in a pile, no bag ripped open.
'Was it... only my imagination?' Leon thought, suddenly starting to feel dizzy. He shook it off and stood up, dusting himself. He turned back and began heading back to the van when the voice of the "boy" echoed in his mind.
"Where has your heart gone?"
"Where in the world did THAT come from?" Leon thought aloud as he opened the van's door and hopped inside, turning the key, and driving off back to the Headquarters. He can't wait to sleep it off. Boy, he was feeling lazy that day...
***
"There! Over there!" Andrew yelled in Pigma's ear as he nearly pushed him over, pointing to the radar screen.
Pigma growled, "You DON'T have to yell at my ear, moron!" He shoved him away, causing the loud-mouthed monkey to fall.
Chamille, with Wolf leaning on her, walked in. "Hey, guys! What's up?"
Andrew jumped and held Chamille's hand. "Nothing much, my lady, except we finally found our next mission!"
"Andrew!" Wolf snarled. Andrew released the woman's hand, but he didn't backing off.
Leon was the next one to walk in, his coat reeking with the smell of garbage. "Did you finally find StarFox?"
Pigma nodded as he pointed to the screen. "They're located at Amarok City, just north of here. They were probably assigned a mission over there, since Amarok isn't far from Fortuna City."
"I see... we must prepare our battleships now-"
"Wait! Wait!" Chamille interrupted. "What's going on?"
Leon coldly turned to her. "We're going to fight."
"Fight? What are you talking about? Are we in a war?"
"In a sense."
The chameleon woman turned to Wolf. "Is this the 'Revenge' you were talking about?"
"That's right."
"Against StarFox?"
"Right again!"
"But why?"
"Geez, lady!" Andrew moaned. "Do you have any idea what we HAVE against StarFox?"
"........... What do you have against them-"
"We've been beaten, scarred, and humiliated countless times by that wretched Team!" Pigma snarled, squeezing a piece of paper in his hands.
Chamille set Wolf on a chair and walked to Pigma. "StarFox...... weren't you once part of their Team?"
"NOT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Really." She turned back to Wolf, "You were once Fox McCloud classmate in the Cornerian Flight Academy. Am I correct?"
Wolf nodded, a resentful look in his face. The young chameleon turned to her fellow lizard, "And you, Brother, haven't you-"
"I am NOT your brother!" Leon snapped.
Chamille shook. "Well........ you were once in league with Falco Lombardi. Right?"
The male chameleon pressed a finger on the female's snout. "Look, Missy, I was NEVER in league with that fatuous bird! Where in the world did you get that?"
"It was a rumor! You know, you've hated him because of a past incident, right?"
"You know," Pigma started. "She's got a point. Why DO you hate that bird, Leon?"
"That's none of your business!" Leon growled.
Wolf sighed, "I hate it when he does that..."
"If you don't mind, I'll be preparing my Wolfen," Leon grumbled as he pressed Chamille harder, pushing her away. "If any of you would like to prepare for battle rather than chatting nonsense, then be my guest!"
"I'm with you!" Pigma said as he leaped off his seat and ran to Leon.
***
"Sigh.................. I remember when we first came here in the Lylat War..." Wolf thought as his grey, white, red, and black four-winged ship, dubbed the Wolfen, flew over the icy lands of Fortuna. He watched as the fields of crystal white passed under him, miles and miles of snow piled together in a world of ice. Crystals of snow fell over his darting ship, some of them melting in his burning thrusters. Wolf grinned as some of the snowflakes hit his windshield then blow off, glad that this wasn't a storm- it was only a gentle snowfall. He didn't feel cold, but he could feel the frost sticking to the ship, ice cumulating on his windshield. He didn't mind at all. As a grey wolf, he enjoyed the snow. He remembered the days of his childhood when he played in the snow, making little snowballs and throwing them at his sisters. Those were the days...
Leon's sudden screaming in the comlink sadly interrupted his deep thinking. "GAWDDAMMIT, LEON!!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM-"
"YOU!!!" Wolf heard his comrade yell over the comlink, guessing that he didn't know that his communication line was open. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!"
"I just wanted to come along!" the lupine heard the familiar gentle voice of a woman.
Wolf gripped his headphones. "Chamille! How did you get into Leon's ship?"
"She was stowing away!" Leon answered for her. Wolf could hear Chamille's whimpering over at the comlink.
Wolf sighed frustratingly as he leaned back. "And we're already miles away from the base..."
The lupine's ears twitched when he heard what sounded like Leon hyperventilating. "What... are... you... saying... Wolf? Please tell me we're dropping her off-"
"Look, I'm sorry, Leon, but we're already way too far from the Headquarters and near to Amarok. If we go back to drop Chamille, by the time we come back StarFox is already gone!"
"Then I'll go back and drop her off! Wait a minute! I can drop her off HERE!!!"
"You are NOT gonna drop her off in the middle of nowhere-"
"Why SHOULDN'T I???!!!"
Wolf sighed frustratingly again. "Seriously, Leon, I don't see why you don't like her-"
"I don't see why you DO!!!"
Wolf hesitated, as if trying to find the words to say as for a comeback for what Leon did. That was, indeed, a question Wolf kept asking himself. Why...
A shot from behind interrupted the canine's thoughts. "And just what do you think YOU'RE doing here, StarWolf?" Speaking to Wolf through the comlink was the familiar voice of the StarFox Leader, Fox McCloud.
Wolf thought up of a stupid, sarcastic remark for an answer. "Playing out a scene from 'Black Hawk Down'?"
Andrew decided to pipe in a comment. "Ooh! I love that movie! Lots of blood!"
"Shouldn't that be LEON'S favorite?" Pigma sighed.
"He never even watched that movie! He wanted to watch that one 'Black Mask' instead!"
"Ooh, you mean that one movie with Jet Li? That movie literally kicks @$$! Now if only it didn't have that much blood and torture-"
"What's with us watching movies with 'Black' in the title?"
"I dunno. Black's our color, maybe."
"Funny... I thought red was."
"Once again, that's more of Leon's type of color, since red's the color of blood."
"But if it's real thick, it'd be black!"
"It only seems black, but if you thin it out a little bit you'd see that it's really-"
Wolf slammed both fists by the controls in his cockpit, beginning to lose his patience. "GAWDDAMMIT, YOU GUYS, SHUT THE TRAPS AND FOCUS, YOU MOTHA-F# CKING A$$#OLES!!!"
"DAY-UM!!!"
More shots were fired past the lupine's ship's nose. Wolf looked back. His only eye widened when he realized that instead of four Arwings facing them, it was a vast army of Fortuna Army Fighters behind them.
Wolf heard Fox chuckle, as if taunting him. "Hey, Wolf, do you have any idea what our mission was?"
"What was it, McCloud?"
"We were supposed to flush out a group of radicals attacking the capital city. Unfortunately for you, you'll be going down with them."
Wolf shuddered, his eye and fingers twitching. He panted for breath then grabbed for his comlink. "StarWolf! RETREAT!!!"
"WE JUST GOT HERE!!!" Pigma squealed.
"THEN WE'RE OFF!!!"
"Damn, Wolf, you can be so fickle!" Andrew grumbled as he turned to retreat. As he turned a full one-eighty degree, he passed by what seemed to be only two Wolfens, belonging to Pigma and Wolf. "Um, Wolf?"
"What now, Andrew?!"
"Where's Leon?"
"WHAAAT?!" Wolf looked in all directions. As the snow and winds blew harder and StarFox, the Fortuna Fighters, and Pigma and Andrew began to fade in the storm, Wolf realized something else was missing. Sure, he could be simply lost in the snow... but the hairs on the back of his neck are rising from a suspicion of something else that's gone terribly wrong...
"LEON!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU???!!!"
***
Two minutes ago, while Pigma and Andrew were discussing their movie and colors topic while Wolf was dodging shots from StarFox and the Fortuna Fighters, Leon was landing several hundred feet away from the armies of air fighters to drop off the stowaway that snuck into his ship. "Off you go!" Leon huffed as he shoved Chamille out of his Wolfen.
The male chameleon watched as the female rolled several feet before stopping atop the frozen hill. "Y-You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"Of course I am," Leon said. "I'm going to leave you here, in the cold, in the middle of nowhere, just so that you'd freeze to death, much to my pleasure."
"Please, Leon, be fair! I know you don't like me, but... but... what about Wolf, Pigma, and Andrew?"
"What about them?"
"Won't they get mad if you abandon me here?"
"Well, I'd might as well deal with the consequences, won't I?"
Chamille began to form sad, frightened, and angry tears in her large, black eyes. "Leon, my dear brother! Why do you hate me?"
Leon has had it. "Gawddammit, woman, I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!!!"
As soon as those words were said, a stray laser shot was fired at Leon's ship. Because his cockpit was left open, the shot fired straight into the controls, causing it to spark then explode. Chamille was thrown several feet into the air from the blast, landing into fresh powdery snow but unharmed, thanks to the safe distance of being thrown away from the Wolfen. Leon, on the other hand, who was standing angrily inside the cockpit, was not as fortunate as Chamille.
Chamille coughed as she climbed back up the snowy hill where Leon landed her ship. Reaching its peak, she watched two Arwings fly by, one being flown by a frog with a red baseball cap and the other a blue falcon. She could not hear their conversation on the shot being made, but she had a clue of what they were saying.
"Hey, Falco, what was that for?"
"I dunno. I thought I saw something there, so I just shot it just for the heck of it."
"Falco, it might be just one of the Fortuna Fighters lost in the upcoming blizzard!"
"Oh! My bad."
'Oh, no, no,' Chamille thought as she crawled to the wrecked Wolfen, feeling that her leg was numbed from either the extreme cold or the explosion. She searched the remains for her "brother", in which she has found none. "Oh, gawd... Leon... LEON!!!"
***
The winds began to blow louder... harder... fiercer... as if each molecule of air was racing each other in a marathon of madness. The snow dragged along in the wind, the crystals of white flying with the rushing air in groups of icy crowds, splattering into the ground and unto the hills. As they began to pile into either higher hills or newborn ones, the air became colder and more sinister, the merciless chill collecting as the blizzard blew ferociously. In the midst of the blizzard, down at the foot of a high hill, a body, charred, bloody, and torn, was left in the middle of the icy hells that burnt with unforgiving frost.
And that body was still alive. How? Because he could hear a voice echoing inside his sadistic head, that head that was gashed and opened from an explosion.
"Leon... where has your heart gone?"
((to be continued...))
TA-DAAA!!! Now that Chapter 3's done, whaddya think? Please review!
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Chapter 3: "Chameleon Conflicts."
Chamille sighed. She and Wolf have been sitting by the lake for hours, their butts sitting on a rock. Wolf had the chameleon woman hold a large mirror in her hands, the light from the sun reflecting to the mirror than into the water. "Wolf?" Chamille began.
Wolf hissed, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Wolf, what in the world are we doing? If your idea of getting a job is selling fish at a market, fishing with a mirror won't do!"
"Patience, Chamille," Wolf said as he stretched. "We'll be catching big fish soon."
"Oh, really? How?"
"You'll see."
Very soon, a rambling buffalo noticed the wolf and chameleon pair at the side of the lake. He sighted the mirror in Chamille's hand, and in curiosity of what the heck she was doing he decided to walk to her and tap her lightly on the shoulder. Chamille turned and looked up to the buffalo, Wolf doing the same. The buffalo smiled politely and began, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I am very curious, what are you doing?"
Chamille pointed to Wolf. "He's teaching me a method of fishing."
"FISHING???"
"It's a very excellent method for fishing," Wolf claimed. "You see here, this young woman, Chamille, is looking for a job so she can provide her own shelter, and this method of fishing will make her big bucks!"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, sir!"
"How does it work?"
Wolf glanced at Chamille. "I....... can't tell you."
"WHAT???!!!"
"It's a secret, sir."
"I will never tell!"
"Sure you won't..."
"Tell me!"
"No!"
Chamille sighed and nudged Wolf lightly. "Just tell him, Wolf."
"I'm sorry, but I can't!"
The buffalo grumbled and began to turn around to leave. This is it. Wolf cocked an eyebrow with a sly smirk appearing on his face. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" the buffalo spoke.
"You pay us!" Wolf pointed.
The buffalo began laughing. "Pay you???!!! Haw! Haw! Haw!"
Wolf sat back, whistling, as if waiting. The buffalo noticed the lupine was serious. "Fine," he said. "How much?"
"A hundred dollars," Wolf said.
"A HUNDRED???!!! WHAT A RIP-OFF!!!"
"Oh, well!"
The buffalo growled as he dug his hand into his pocket and fished out his wallet, shelling out a single one-hundred dollar bill. He held it out to Wolf, who gestured Chamille to take it. The chameleon gently took the dollar bill as Wolf took the mirror from Chamille's hands.
"Pay attention here, sir," Wolf began as he held the mirror over to the lake where the sun shone its rays to the glass then into the water. "You see, you hold the mirror over the water, like this. When a fish come swimming by, you startle him with rays of light reflected from the mirror. The fish then pauses, being confused. Then, while you can, you grab him!"
"Oh, Lordy..." the buffalo was shocked. "Don't tell me you actually use that ridiculously stupid idea to fish! I mean, c'mon, fishing with a mirror???!!! How can that be possible? How many have you caught, may I ask?"
Wolf smirked again. "You're the first one today."
Chamille gasped. "Oh, I get it..."
The buffalo stood there, mouth agape. He stared at Wolf, who was laughing as he stood up, patting Chamille on the back, gesturing her to stand up and go. The large mammal began to growl low, his temple throbbing. He then began rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles.
This signaled Wolf to make a hasty retreat. "Run, Chamille!" he shouted as the lupine quickly grabbed the lizard's hand and yanked it as he began to race away from the large cattle. Chamille dragged along a few steps then began running along. The young chameleon turned back to watch the buffalo chase them furiously, his eyes burning with fury and warm air smoking from his nostrils, his biceps bulging, the veins visible. Chamille became frightened from the sight of the enraged and began running ahead of Wolf, being a few ahead of him and leaving him in the dust.
"Quick! In here!" Wolf shouted as he grabbed the woman's hand again and pulled her into a nearby forest. They quickly scurried around the trees and over the bushes, dodging every rock, log, and puddle. Both the lupine and lizard leaped over a small cliff, in which the buffalo, who was closely behind, did the same. As he continued running, he didn't realize the wolf and chameleon who stole his money were hiding in a bush nearby.
Chamille crawled out of the bushes when the coast was all clear and began walking towards the direction their pursuer was running. Wolf reached out and grabbed her tail and yanked her to the ground. "You idiot, what are you doing?!" he barked.
Chamille took a deep breath before speaking to the lupine. "I'm returning the money to Mr. Buffalo!"
"What?! Why? You finally got your first set of a hundred dollars to get you a new home!"
"Wolf, I admit that was a very clever trick you played on Buffalo-san, but it was also very dishonest!"
"Who cares about honesty? Just keep the money!"
"No!"
As soon as Chamille shouted out those words, cracking sounds were suddenly heard. Both she and Wolf looked up. A large tree was about to fall on Chamille, the tall mass of heavy hardwood and leaves tumbling towards the young chameleon. The chameleon stood there, too terrified to move and dodge the falling tree, as if her feet were glued to the ground. Wolf quickly crawled out of the bush and pushed Chamille out of the way, the tree falling on him in the woman's stead.
"Wolf! Wolf!" Chamille coughed as she got up from the ground and ran towards the tree. When she approached it, she noticed the intensely strong buffalo standing at the tree's trunk, panting angrily and glaring knives at her. Chamille trembled, clutching her chest as she stood like a frightened child. With the hundred dollar bill still in her hands, she held it out and bowed her head. "Please take your money, sir! We're very sorry we tricked you like that!"
The buffalo began to calm slowly. He stormed to the chameleon, his eyes still glaring. Chamille sweat hard, and she gulped as she tried to stand tall. The buffalo, still angry, then clutched the dollar bill with one hoof then used his other one to grip Chamille's crested head and push her down. "B!tch!..." he muttered as he walked off.
Chamille sighed in relief that the stranger didn't kill her or anything. She gasped and jumped when she heard cracking sounds again. As soon as she turned around, she saw the injured Wolf, pushing the tree off him then rolling it to the side. Chamille ran to the lupine, whose head was cracked open and bleeding. "Wolf! You're hurt!"
"Oh, really? I haven't noticed! Thanks for telling me, CHAMILLE!!!" Wolf growled sardonically.
"I'm sorry this all happened, Wolf, but hadn't I returned the money sooner- "
"Why did you plan to do it in the first place?! You should have kept the money!"
"But it was a dishonest act-"
"Bull$#!t! F#ck honesty, gawddammit!"
Chamille's eyes began to moisten. "Wolf........ I'm sorry..."
"Naw... naw... aw, c'mon, don't tell me you're gonna cry, b!tch!" Wolf sat up and reached for Chamille's shoulders, but he fell back from the pain from his opened wound.
The young woman's tears began to fall as she watched Wolf fall back. She gently placed her hand on Wolf's face, her slender clawed fingers going through his silver fur. Her other hand was placed near the wolf's wound, nearly touching the blood. Chamille bent over, her face slowly nearing Wolf's. As she came closer and closer, Wolf shuddered, shocked from what this woman was doing. Before he would pull away, the wolf felt the woman's lips touch his, her breath flowing into his mouth. Wolf could taste her sweet breath, a tingling sensation being felt in his back, arms, neck, and chest. He closed his eyes, feeling as if he was falling asleep, but at the same time he felt wide awake. He was in pain, but at the same time in comfort. He could not pull away, just he couldn't whenever she would grip his arm or lean on him. What's this feeling? Wolf wanted to get away, but he felt that if he should...........
Chamille backed away from Wolf. "There! All done!"
"Wha............. what?"
"Feel your head, Wolf!"
"What?"
"Take a look!"
Wolf grabbed the mirror in which he still kept. Looking into his reflection, he noticed the open crack on his head was gone. "What the f#ck.... What did you do to me?"
"I healed you."
"What?"
"I healed you," she repeated.
"You healed me............... with a kiss?"
"Oh, that? I'm not sure if you can call it a kiss.... I use it a lot."
"A lot......... for..... what?"
"Lots of other things."
"Such as..."
Chamille giggled. "I'm not telling you!"
Wolf was silent.
The woman stood up then gripped Wolf's shoulders. She held one of his arms and wrapped them around her neck, having Wolf lean on her. "Feel better?"
"Yeah, just a little dizzy..."
"I thought so. That's the aftermath of my healing trick."
'Healing trick?'
"I'll take you home," Chamille said softly to him. "There we can grab a bite to eat before we continue looking for job."
Wolf nodded as he walked along. As he wobbled along with Chamille he began to feel dizzier and dizzier. But it wasn't from Chamille's "healing trick".
***
"What the hell is that smell?!"
"Don't look at me, monkey boy! YOU'RE the one who hasn't bathed in six days!"
"Oh, look who's talking, smelly piggy!" Leon heard Andrew and Pigma argue again. He was lying on the couch, slouching and laying back as if he was a couch potato. Today was one of those days he was feeling like he was having a total breakdown, either too lazy or too tired to do anything. Even torture. What the heck, he ran out of victims in his chamber. Maybe he can go terrorize the streets some other time.
Suddenly that ungodly smell that the pig and monkey complained about reached Leon's nostrils, the smell of rotten food. Leon quickly sat up and grimaced, his clawed fingers pinching his snout. He turned only one of his chameleon eyes to glance at his side, seeing Andrew and Pigma standing by him, both holding one trash bag each and having three at each side, eight bags in total. Both the pig and monkey wore silly gas masks.
"For crying out loud, take out the trash!" Leon snapped.
Pigma and Andrew shouted at the same time, "YOU do it!"
"Why me?!"
"Wolf assigned us to search for StarFox in the radar, since we've heard they were in the area! You, on the other hand, he allowed to slack off!"
"And therefore slacking off, I don't have to do anything if I want to!"
Pigma snorted. "Just do it, Leon! It's only eight trash bags!"
"Two or three isn't a lot. Eight is! If you had been taking care of the trash more often, we wouldn't need to take out so many!"
"Lately we've been forgetting, Leon."
"Where's that woman?" Leon grumbled as he laid back down, his fingers still over his nose.
Andrew lifted an eyebrow. "Your sister?"
"She is NOT my sister!"
"Whatever! What about her?"
"Why don't you ask HER to take out the trash?"
Andrew began to growl low, clenching a fist. Leon turned to Pigma for an answer. The pig shrugged, "Heard she's looking for a job with Wolf."
"Great..............." Leon complained as he threw his arms forward and lifted himself up. He stood up from the couch and stood over the pig and monkey. "I'll take them out. Hand me one of the masks."
"No!"
"B@$t@rds..." Leon grumbled as he grabbed two bags each in each hand, his prehensile tail grabbing the other four.
***
Because the StarWolf Headquarters was a secret hideout, normally StarWolf would rid their wastes in the city. Leon threw the bags into the back of the van, slamming the doors shut as he choked and gagged from the smell. He turned to the driver's seat and hopped in, fastening his seat belt, opening both windows, breathing through his mouth so he wouldn't smell the stench, then pulled the parking brake and shifted into gear.
He drove to the nearest, largest trash bin, which was several blocks away, hiding behind a factory. Leon parked nearby then began to unload the van, flinging the trash bags over his shoulder two by two then throwing them into the already stuffed bin. 'I guess my workout does more good than I planned it to be,' he thought, realizing this all didn't take as long as he thought it would.
As he turned to leave for the Headquarters, his eyes detected movement, and his ears heard a slight crashing sound. Leon turned both chameleon eyes behind him and to the trash bin with bothering to move his head, demonstrating one of the chameleon's vast abilities. He saw nothing except one of the trash bags shifting in the pile. As he turned his eyes forward to walk on he heard the noise again, and this time he turned his body completely around to look at whatever he heard. His lizard eyes spotted a small reptilian boy in threadbare clothing reaching for a trash bag. Leon leaned sideways to have a close look at the child, trying to see his face, which was hiding mysteriously in shadow from the darkness of the building.
'Who is that boy?' Leon thought as he watched the child grab a trash bag and rip it open, allowing garbage to fall out in a waterfall of junk. The grown chameleon watched as banana peels, half-eaten rotten apples, moldy bread, stale meat, and cartons and papers poured out on the pavement, that wretched smell reaching his nostrils once again, Leon immediately clutching his nose. His eyes widened as he watched the small boy bend down towards the fallen garbage, reaching for one of the rotten foods. He took hold of a moldy loaf of bread then held it in front of his unseen face. The bread, covered with white, black, and green fungus and reeking of staleness, was held hesitatingly, as if the boy was thinking about eating it.
'No, he couldn't,' Leon thought as he watched boy open his mouth, pausing as if having second thoughts to take a bite. Leon shuddered, feeling a strange chill on his spine. He didn't know why... somehow he does. That chill disappeared, but a sickening feeling came to the lizard's stomach as soon as the boy finally bit off the moldy bread, chewed on it, then swallowed. The boy then began gobbling down the loaf of bread as if it was the freshest loaf in the bakery, ignoring the mold that invaded it.
"Disgusting! How can you stomach that?" Leon shouted in disgust at the boy. The child heard Leon's shouting and turned to him, his face finally shown in the light. The grown chameleon shuddered again when he saw the boy's face. The child was also a chameleon, having a striking resemblance to him. It was unlike the resemblance Chamille had with Leon... it was exact, like a younger version of the grown male lizard. Leon gasped and stepped back. For the first time in his entire life, Leon felt afraid. But of a boy? Why? Leon tortured children before, especially little boys, so he wasn't afraid of them. But why is he afraid of this particular one? Is it because he too bears a likeness to the grown chameleon? Impossible! Leon shook his head and turned, coughing from the garbage's smell then calmly walking to where he parked the van, deciding to leave the boy alone.
The sound of the bread falling on the ground reached Leon's ears. He didn't bother to turn around to glance at him. He paused, though, when he heard the boy speak. "Leon..."
Leon turned to look at the boy, who was speaking to him. The boy continued, "Where has your heart gone?"
The grown lizard nearly fell back. "Wh-What?!"
Leon stumbled, his feet tripping over each other and causing him to fall backwards, landing on his tail. The lizard closed his eyes and shook his head then glimpsed back at where the boy was. There was absolutely nothing. Even the trash bag that the child ripped and spilled out was untouched. Leon blinked and rubbed his eyes then stared at the trash bin again. The pile was still neatly in a pile, no bag ripped open.
'Was it... only my imagination?' Leon thought, suddenly starting to feel dizzy. He shook it off and stood up, dusting himself. He turned back and began heading back to the van when the voice of the "boy" echoed in his mind.
"Where has your heart gone?"
"Where in the world did THAT come from?" Leon thought aloud as he opened the van's door and hopped inside, turning the key, and driving off back to the Headquarters. He can't wait to sleep it off. Boy, he was feeling lazy that day...
***
"There! Over there!" Andrew yelled in Pigma's ear as he nearly pushed him over, pointing to the radar screen.
Pigma growled, "You DON'T have to yell at my ear, moron!" He shoved him away, causing the loud-mouthed monkey to fall.
Chamille, with Wolf leaning on her, walked in. "Hey, guys! What's up?"
Andrew jumped and held Chamille's hand. "Nothing much, my lady, except we finally found our next mission!"
"Andrew!" Wolf snarled. Andrew released the woman's hand, but he didn't backing off.
Leon was the next one to walk in, his coat reeking with the smell of garbage. "Did you finally find StarFox?"
Pigma nodded as he pointed to the screen. "They're located at Amarok City, just north of here. They were probably assigned a mission over there, since Amarok isn't far from Fortuna City."
"I see... we must prepare our battleships now-"
"Wait! Wait!" Chamille interrupted. "What's going on?"
Leon coldly turned to her. "We're going to fight."
"Fight? What are you talking about? Are we in a war?"
"In a sense."
The chameleon woman turned to Wolf. "Is this the 'Revenge' you were talking about?"
"That's right."
"Against StarFox?"
"Right again!"
"But why?"
"Geez, lady!" Andrew moaned. "Do you have any idea what we HAVE against StarFox?"
"........... What do you have against them-"
"We've been beaten, scarred, and humiliated countless times by that wretched Team!" Pigma snarled, squeezing a piece of paper in his hands.
Chamille set Wolf on a chair and walked to Pigma. "StarFox...... weren't you once part of their Team?"
"NOT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Really." She turned back to Wolf, "You were once Fox McCloud classmate in the Cornerian Flight Academy. Am I correct?"
Wolf nodded, a resentful look in his face. The young chameleon turned to her fellow lizard, "And you, Brother, haven't you-"
"I am NOT your brother!" Leon snapped.
Chamille shook. "Well........ you were once in league with Falco Lombardi. Right?"
The male chameleon pressed a finger on the female's snout. "Look, Missy, I was NEVER in league with that fatuous bird! Where in the world did you get that?"
"It was a rumor! You know, you've hated him because of a past incident, right?"
"You know," Pigma started. "She's got a point. Why DO you hate that bird, Leon?"
"That's none of your business!" Leon growled.
Wolf sighed, "I hate it when he does that..."
"If you don't mind, I'll be preparing my Wolfen," Leon grumbled as he pressed Chamille harder, pushing her away. "If any of you would like to prepare for battle rather than chatting nonsense, then be my guest!"
"I'm with you!" Pigma said as he leaped off his seat and ran to Leon.
***
"Sigh.................. I remember when we first came here in the Lylat War..." Wolf thought as his grey, white, red, and black four-winged ship, dubbed the Wolfen, flew over the icy lands of Fortuna. He watched as the fields of crystal white passed under him, miles and miles of snow piled together in a world of ice. Crystals of snow fell over his darting ship, some of them melting in his burning thrusters. Wolf grinned as some of the snowflakes hit his windshield then blow off, glad that this wasn't a storm- it was only a gentle snowfall. He didn't feel cold, but he could feel the frost sticking to the ship, ice cumulating on his windshield. He didn't mind at all. As a grey wolf, he enjoyed the snow. He remembered the days of his childhood when he played in the snow, making little snowballs and throwing them at his sisters. Those were the days...
Leon's sudden screaming in the comlink sadly interrupted his deep thinking. "GAWDDAMMIT, LEON!!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM-"
"YOU!!!" Wolf heard his comrade yell over the comlink, guessing that he didn't know that his communication line was open. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!"
"I just wanted to come along!" the lupine heard the familiar gentle voice of a woman.
Wolf gripped his headphones. "Chamille! How did you get into Leon's ship?"
"She was stowing away!" Leon answered for her. Wolf could hear Chamille's whimpering over at the comlink.
Wolf sighed frustratingly as he leaned back. "And we're already miles away from the base..."
The lupine's ears twitched when he heard what sounded like Leon hyperventilating. "What... are... you... saying... Wolf? Please tell me we're dropping her off-"
"Look, I'm sorry, Leon, but we're already way too far from the Headquarters and near to Amarok. If we go back to drop Chamille, by the time we come back StarFox is already gone!"
"Then I'll go back and drop her off! Wait a minute! I can drop her off HERE!!!"
"You are NOT gonna drop her off in the middle of nowhere-"
"Why SHOULDN'T I???!!!"
Wolf sighed frustratingly again. "Seriously, Leon, I don't see why you don't like her-"
"I don't see why you DO!!!"
Wolf hesitated, as if trying to find the words to say as for a comeback for what Leon did. That was, indeed, a question Wolf kept asking himself. Why...
A shot from behind interrupted the canine's thoughts. "And just what do you think YOU'RE doing here, StarWolf?" Speaking to Wolf through the comlink was the familiar voice of the StarFox Leader, Fox McCloud.
Wolf thought up of a stupid, sarcastic remark for an answer. "Playing out a scene from 'Black Hawk Down'?"
Andrew decided to pipe in a comment. "Ooh! I love that movie! Lots of blood!"
"Shouldn't that be LEON'S favorite?" Pigma sighed.
"He never even watched that movie! He wanted to watch that one 'Black Mask' instead!"
"Ooh, you mean that one movie with Jet Li? That movie literally kicks @$$! Now if only it didn't have that much blood and torture-"
"What's with us watching movies with 'Black' in the title?"
"I dunno. Black's our color, maybe."
"Funny... I thought red was."
"Once again, that's more of Leon's type of color, since red's the color of blood."
"But if it's real thick, it'd be black!"
"It only seems black, but if you thin it out a little bit you'd see that it's really-"
Wolf slammed both fists by the controls in his cockpit, beginning to lose his patience. "GAWDDAMMIT, YOU GUYS, SHUT THE TRAPS AND FOCUS, YOU MOTHA-F# CKING A$$#OLES!!!"
"DAY-UM!!!"
More shots were fired past the lupine's ship's nose. Wolf looked back. His only eye widened when he realized that instead of four Arwings facing them, it was a vast army of Fortuna Army Fighters behind them.
Wolf heard Fox chuckle, as if taunting him. "Hey, Wolf, do you have any idea what our mission was?"
"What was it, McCloud?"
"We were supposed to flush out a group of radicals attacking the capital city. Unfortunately for you, you'll be going down with them."
Wolf shuddered, his eye and fingers twitching. He panted for breath then grabbed for his comlink. "StarWolf! RETREAT!!!"
"WE JUST GOT HERE!!!" Pigma squealed.
"THEN WE'RE OFF!!!"
"Damn, Wolf, you can be so fickle!" Andrew grumbled as he turned to retreat. As he turned a full one-eighty degree, he passed by what seemed to be only two Wolfens, belonging to Pigma and Wolf. "Um, Wolf?"
"What now, Andrew?!"
"Where's Leon?"
"WHAAAT?!" Wolf looked in all directions. As the snow and winds blew harder and StarFox, the Fortuna Fighters, and Pigma and Andrew began to fade in the storm, Wolf realized something else was missing. Sure, he could be simply lost in the snow... but the hairs on the back of his neck are rising from a suspicion of something else that's gone terribly wrong...
"LEON!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU???!!!"
***
Two minutes ago, while Pigma and Andrew were discussing their movie and colors topic while Wolf was dodging shots from StarFox and the Fortuna Fighters, Leon was landing several hundred feet away from the armies of air fighters to drop off the stowaway that snuck into his ship. "Off you go!" Leon huffed as he shoved Chamille out of his Wolfen.
The male chameleon watched as the female rolled several feet before stopping atop the frozen hill. "Y-You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"Of course I am," Leon said. "I'm going to leave you here, in the cold, in the middle of nowhere, just so that you'd freeze to death, much to my pleasure."
"Please, Leon, be fair! I know you don't like me, but... but... what about Wolf, Pigma, and Andrew?"
"What about them?"
"Won't they get mad if you abandon me here?"
"Well, I'd might as well deal with the consequences, won't I?"
Chamille began to form sad, frightened, and angry tears in her large, black eyes. "Leon, my dear brother! Why do you hate me?"
Leon has had it. "Gawddammit, woman, I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!!!"
As soon as those words were said, a stray laser shot was fired at Leon's ship. Because his cockpit was left open, the shot fired straight into the controls, causing it to spark then explode. Chamille was thrown several feet into the air from the blast, landing into fresh powdery snow but unharmed, thanks to the safe distance of being thrown away from the Wolfen. Leon, on the other hand, who was standing angrily inside the cockpit, was not as fortunate as Chamille.
Chamille coughed as she climbed back up the snowy hill where Leon landed her ship. Reaching its peak, she watched two Arwings fly by, one being flown by a frog with a red baseball cap and the other a blue falcon. She could not hear their conversation on the shot being made, but she had a clue of what they were saying.
"Hey, Falco, what was that for?"
"I dunno. I thought I saw something there, so I just shot it just for the heck of it."
"Falco, it might be just one of the Fortuna Fighters lost in the upcoming blizzard!"
"Oh! My bad."
'Oh, no, no,' Chamille thought as she crawled to the wrecked Wolfen, feeling that her leg was numbed from either the extreme cold or the explosion. She searched the remains for her "brother", in which she has found none. "Oh, gawd... Leon... LEON!!!"
***
The winds began to blow louder... harder... fiercer... as if each molecule of air was racing each other in a marathon of madness. The snow dragged along in the wind, the crystals of white flying with the rushing air in groups of icy crowds, splattering into the ground and unto the hills. As they began to pile into either higher hills or newborn ones, the air became colder and more sinister, the merciless chill collecting as the blizzard blew ferociously. In the midst of the blizzard, down at the foot of a high hill, a body, charred, bloody, and torn, was left in the middle of the icy hells that burnt with unforgiving frost.
And that body was still alive. How? Because he could hear a voice echoing inside his sadistic head, that head that was gashed and opened from an explosion.
"Leon... where has your heart gone?"
((to be continued...))
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