Chapter 2 Haunting Reminiscence
Haunting memories flooded Fox's thoughts; black and white recreations of his past… He could barely remember his mother, what happened to her? Vivid details eerily persisted of his childhood, when both his mother and father had been alive. Somehow he could clearly recall his mother's distinct features, and yet it still all seemed so vague to Fox. She had been a caring and strong woman. She had always been there for Fox; she wasn't overprotective but very compassionate. She and James had been happy together, there was never a complaint of there marriage. Nor had they fought; Fox's family had been almost perfect. But the fates have a method of weaving people's lives in a way which they often end in tragedy. Fox's happiness had suddenly come to an abrupt end when his mother mysteriously disappeared. Several years later his father was killed when he was ambushed by Pigma; the Traitor. What had really happened to his mother? No one knew of her whereabouts; not even General Pepper, one of the most authoritative figures in Corneria. Had she been killed? There were never any reports of assassination attempts; no one held a personal vendetta against her… Then what truly happened? Even in his subconscious state the realization hit Fox like a brick. Perhaps she's still alive! The chances were slim, but something told Fox, deep with in him, that she was still living. Something nevertheless plagued his dreams though; what was her name? Fox could imagine his mother, how kind and caring she was, but it was almost as if part of her was erased permanently from his memory. He had forgotten her voice, the sweet, melodic tone of her gentle voice… How Fox longed to be united with his parents once again.
All of the sudden Fox heard something, from the inner most recesses of his mind;
"F-f-o-x… F-f-o-x… there was silence … F-f-o-x" the singsong voice echoed through his thoughts. "D-o-n-'t… g-i-v-e… u-p… T-there is al-ways hope… We are counting on you…"
"… Mom?" Fox gasped.
The reassuring voice dissipated, and Fox was pelted with tormenting visions. He saw his crew, the StarFox armada, being shot down by hordes of enemy fleets. Then he witnessed his own death, Fox spiraled downward, out of control in his R-wing. This was continued by more terrifying scenes; it seemed as if they would never end! Were these trials testing Fox's sanity to the limit? He didn't care he wouldn't give in, never! For the sake of Krystal, his friends and especially his parents he would never yield to evil, no matter what form. Fox was determined to succeed these nightmares, his survival depended on it!
Fox screamed in defiance and awoke from his trance. He was breathing laborious; sweat trickled down his tousled fur. Fox was tense, his muscles were tightened, and saliva driveled from his maw. Where am I? He thought anxiously; ...I have to get out of here! He strained with all his might, trying to break the shackles, but they held firm. Enraged, he gritted his teeth and stressed his taut muscles. Fox forced the shackles with such ferocity that they snapped. He sat up from his iron bed, arching his back and stretching his sore appendages. Fox subsequently went to work in an effort to unhinge the restraints binding his feet…