"Fox, I'm so proud of you. I can't believe you're valedictorian! I mean, I
know you've been valedictorian before." James said boisterously hugging the
smaller fox.
Fox smiled wide. This is where he loved to be; in his fathers warm embrace. Feeling his fur brush against his, feeling his fathers' breath on his neck, and feeling his secure embrace around him. Pulling away, Fox still felt the embrace linger on him.
"Thanks. Looks like I'm going to be a better pilot than you." Fox said, laughing heartily. James took in the laughter instead of an insult and joined in the giggling.
"Well, you're mother would have been very proud, as she always was." James said, very serious. It had only been 6 months since they both lost his mother from the horrible accident. James still blamed himself, but knew he had to be strong for his son.
"Yeah she always was. I still miss her long speeches. I guess this is the first year without any speeches." Fox said, looking down.
"Hey, she's in a better place. We both know." The elder Fox reassured his upset son.
"Yeah, you're right, I guess."
"Hey, when I get back from this mission, we're going to celebrate. I'm looking at buying a new car."
"You just bought a new car." Fox said, curiously.
"I wasn't talking for me, for you! I mean, you did just get your license." James said, smiling as he watched Fox's eyes widen in happiness. "I was thinking either Maserati or Xterra. I guess it all depends on what kind of car you want."
"Totally Maserati." Fox said, out of breath. This was great for him. He was expecting a shitty car.
"Great, well I have to get going. You be good." James said.
Fox eyes burst open from the dream/flash back. His eardrums were about to burst from the alarm going off. Glancing at the clock, he saw it read 11:19am. He slept for a good seven hours.
"What the hell is that noise?!" Fox yelled, covering his eyes. There was no answer, instead he heard something even worse; voices.
"Did you hear something? I thought I heard someone."
"I don't know. Check out that room right there. Be careful."
Shit, Fox thought, there are people on the ship. Jumping out of bed in a quiet fashion, he tiptoed over to the dresser where he had everything of special value. The fox opened up a drawer to reveal his new blaster, well charged.
"Ok, now check that room over there. I heard something."
Great, this is it. Fox thought. Did someone get on the ship somehow? Fox wondered. He turned the blaster on and was ready for the attack.
The door blew open with a fierce kick from the outside. Hiding on the side of the dresser, the intruders could not see anyone.
"No ones in here." Fox heard the man say, he pointed a flashlight into the dark, windowless room. Sighing a sigh of relief, Fox was more than happy to hear the people would be leaving his room.
"No, go in there and look." Another man yelled. "Never mind, I'll look myself, you piece of sorry shit. You're good for nothing. Don't touch a lot of things. They'll want to test it all."
Fox heart skipped a beat. 'Test'? What the hell did that mean? Where were they? He held his blaster at the ready. The man walked in the room and strutted over to the bed, tossing the blankets aside a little. With his back to Fox, Fox had a great shot.
Panic took over his body in a heap before he could react. Oh god, these are humans, Fox thought. Before his could pull the trigger to let hell loose on the man, his body went into panic shivers. His breathing became deep and heavy. He dropped the blaster, making the man turn around in a surprise.
He pulled out his gun to see Fox's body pushed flat up against the wall, shivering with fear and panic. His eyes closed tightly shut as though trying to shut out the situation.
"Don't move." The man said. Fox remained silent. He heard enough stories of humans to be afraid. The man dressed in heavy black, slowly walked over to the young fox and kicked his blaster out of the way.
"Hey, I found another one. He looks less dangerous though." The man yelled. Another one? Does that mean they found Peppy, Falco, and Slip.? Fox thought.
Panic and fear, already devouring his body, took a turn in action. Without even thinking, Fox jumped up in fear and jumped kick the man in black, knocking him in the head. The man came crashing down against the wall. He was screaming, but his words were incoherent to Fox. He dashed for the door.
As he slammed the door shut, he looked around himself. The hall was bright with a bunch of lights and. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .a bunch of humans.
A man in a black and white suit saw him emerge from the room and slam the door. Fox spotted him watching him as well. Taking a risk, Fox sprinted down the hall. Whizzing past the many humans checking out everything around the ship, sure enough the dark suited man ran after him as well.
His mind was racing; probably faster than him. Where should he go? What should he do? These people are hostile! They'll kill him! Before he could think anymore, he had made it to the docking bay, where the arwings were. Instead of seeing the normal four arwings assembled in it, there were loads and loads of humans along with them. Even worse, he could see the docking bay doors open, and there was light and ground and an environment.
Oh god, we're on Earth. Fox thought, going back into his panic shivers. Again, without thinking, his paws ripped the doors to the docking bay open. Just about every human saw him do so. Running, running, running. That's all he could do. Sure enough, he out ran all the humans. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for him. Humans darting out in front of him, running, humans yelling, running, the doors of the docking bay closing, running faster, and finally, he took in the fresh oxygen from the outside.
Outside was worse than in. It seems that they landed in a field. Littered all over the field were humans. Millions of humans. Far off in the distance, Fox could see reporters. Seeing Fox, they went ballistic.
Before Fox could move another step he felt himself being shoved down to the hard ground. As he hit the ground, he heard something break in his chest. Nausea over came his body with fear and panic. Breathing became labored for him.
Glancing up, Fox saw the dark suited man on top of him. The pain suddenly hit him like an arrow. He yelled in pain as his was bursting the warmth of throbbing. Everyone's eyes were on the couple.
The man stepped off the vulpine and pulled his up off his feet, practically dragging him. Having a hard grip on his prey, he called out orders to other men. Everything was now a blur. This was surreal.
"You're a fast runner, you know that." The man said to the fox. The only thing Fox could respond with was whimpers and moans. The man heard him.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Do you understand me?" The man asked, panic sensed in his voice. Fox couldn't muster any words. His shivers were bad and he became limp. Shakily he pointed to his chest, blinking very long. His breathing was long and labored. The man heard that well.
"Is it your chest? Did something break?"
Fox just nodded, still pointing to his chest in pain. Using his free hand, the man probed the young vulpine chest, feeling. Touching a tender spot, Fox let out a loud whimper.
"Great, you have a broken rib." The man said, slowly letting Fox down on the ground. The shivers and whimpers continued. "Hey, we need a doctor over here!"
Fox looked up at his savior. Why was he helping him?
"Don't worry. You'll be all right. I know, I know, it hurts. Just breath deep. I don't think it hurt anything major." The man reassured him.
Fox just nodded. He barely heard anything he said. Starting to blank out, he felt himself slipping into darkness. The man nudged him a little.
"Hey, stay awake." The man said. "By the way, I'm John, John Henning."
Fox looked up at this new acquaintance. Was this man playing him? His eyes lids started to go down again, he just couldn't stay awake. It was a feat that was impossible. The nudge was a little harder this time, probably because his eyes were fully closed.
"C'mon. I mean it. Stay awake. We can't let you slip away. This is to big of a project." John said.
Oh, so that's what he was. Fox was a project for him. He was basically just a paycheck. He was silly for thinking that this human could actually care for him. Principally, he was just a mere alien. A weird alien that no one care for.
"I-I-" Fox whispered. The man watched him intently. This was the first talking from him.
"What did you say?" John asked, leaning in closer to him.
"I-I-I-I can't stay. . .. . I can't stay a-a-awake." Fox whispered. Closing his eyes and falling into darkness. . . .
Fox smiled wide. This is where he loved to be; in his fathers warm embrace. Feeling his fur brush against his, feeling his fathers' breath on his neck, and feeling his secure embrace around him. Pulling away, Fox still felt the embrace linger on him.
"Thanks. Looks like I'm going to be a better pilot than you." Fox said, laughing heartily. James took in the laughter instead of an insult and joined in the giggling.
"Well, you're mother would have been very proud, as she always was." James said, very serious. It had only been 6 months since they both lost his mother from the horrible accident. James still blamed himself, but knew he had to be strong for his son.
"Yeah she always was. I still miss her long speeches. I guess this is the first year without any speeches." Fox said, looking down.
"Hey, she's in a better place. We both know." The elder Fox reassured his upset son.
"Yeah, you're right, I guess."
"Hey, when I get back from this mission, we're going to celebrate. I'm looking at buying a new car."
"You just bought a new car." Fox said, curiously.
"I wasn't talking for me, for you! I mean, you did just get your license." James said, smiling as he watched Fox's eyes widen in happiness. "I was thinking either Maserati or Xterra. I guess it all depends on what kind of car you want."
"Totally Maserati." Fox said, out of breath. This was great for him. He was expecting a shitty car.
"Great, well I have to get going. You be good." James said.
Fox eyes burst open from the dream/flash back. His eardrums were about to burst from the alarm going off. Glancing at the clock, he saw it read 11:19am. He slept for a good seven hours.
"What the hell is that noise?!" Fox yelled, covering his eyes. There was no answer, instead he heard something even worse; voices.
"Did you hear something? I thought I heard someone."
"I don't know. Check out that room right there. Be careful."
Shit, Fox thought, there are people on the ship. Jumping out of bed in a quiet fashion, he tiptoed over to the dresser where he had everything of special value. The fox opened up a drawer to reveal his new blaster, well charged.
"Ok, now check that room over there. I heard something."
Great, this is it. Fox thought. Did someone get on the ship somehow? Fox wondered. He turned the blaster on and was ready for the attack.
The door blew open with a fierce kick from the outside. Hiding on the side of the dresser, the intruders could not see anyone.
"No ones in here." Fox heard the man say, he pointed a flashlight into the dark, windowless room. Sighing a sigh of relief, Fox was more than happy to hear the people would be leaving his room.
"No, go in there and look." Another man yelled. "Never mind, I'll look myself, you piece of sorry shit. You're good for nothing. Don't touch a lot of things. They'll want to test it all."
Fox heart skipped a beat. 'Test'? What the hell did that mean? Where were they? He held his blaster at the ready. The man walked in the room and strutted over to the bed, tossing the blankets aside a little. With his back to Fox, Fox had a great shot.
Panic took over his body in a heap before he could react. Oh god, these are humans, Fox thought. Before his could pull the trigger to let hell loose on the man, his body went into panic shivers. His breathing became deep and heavy. He dropped the blaster, making the man turn around in a surprise.
He pulled out his gun to see Fox's body pushed flat up against the wall, shivering with fear and panic. His eyes closed tightly shut as though trying to shut out the situation.
"Don't move." The man said. Fox remained silent. He heard enough stories of humans to be afraid. The man dressed in heavy black, slowly walked over to the young fox and kicked his blaster out of the way.
"Hey, I found another one. He looks less dangerous though." The man yelled. Another one? Does that mean they found Peppy, Falco, and Slip.? Fox thought.
Panic and fear, already devouring his body, took a turn in action. Without even thinking, Fox jumped up in fear and jumped kick the man in black, knocking him in the head. The man came crashing down against the wall. He was screaming, but his words were incoherent to Fox. He dashed for the door.
As he slammed the door shut, he looked around himself. The hall was bright with a bunch of lights and. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .a bunch of humans.
A man in a black and white suit saw him emerge from the room and slam the door. Fox spotted him watching him as well. Taking a risk, Fox sprinted down the hall. Whizzing past the many humans checking out everything around the ship, sure enough the dark suited man ran after him as well.
His mind was racing; probably faster than him. Where should he go? What should he do? These people are hostile! They'll kill him! Before he could think anymore, he had made it to the docking bay, where the arwings were. Instead of seeing the normal four arwings assembled in it, there were loads and loads of humans along with them. Even worse, he could see the docking bay doors open, and there was light and ground and an environment.
Oh god, we're on Earth. Fox thought, going back into his panic shivers. Again, without thinking, his paws ripped the doors to the docking bay open. Just about every human saw him do so. Running, running, running. That's all he could do. Sure enough, he out ran all the humans. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for him. Humans darting out in front of him, running, humans yelling, running, the doors of the docking bay closing, running faster, and finally, he took in the fresh oxygen from the outside.
Outside was worse than in. It seems that they landed in a field. Littered all over the field were humans. Millions of humans. Far off in the distance, Fox could see reporters. Seeing Fox, they went ballistic.
Before Fox could move another step he felt himself being shoved down to the hard ground. As he hit the ground, he heard something break in his chest. Nausea over came his body with fear and panic. Breathing became labored for him.
Glancing up, Fox saw the dark suited man on top of him. The pain suddenly hit him like an arrow. He yelled in pain as his was bursting the warmth of throbbing. Everyone's eyes were on the couple.
The man stepped off the vulpine and pulled his up off his feet, practically dragging him. Having a hard grip on his prey, he called out orders to other men. Everything was now a blur. This was surreal.
"You're a fast runner, you know that." The man said to the fox. The only thing Fox could respond with was whimpers and moans. The man heard him.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Do you understand me?" The man asked, panic sensed in his voice. Fox couldn't muster any words. His shivers were bad and he became limp. Shakily he pointed to his chest, blinking very long. His breathing was long and labored. The man heard that well.
"Is it your chest? Did something break?"
Fox just nodded, still pointing to his chest in pain. Using his free hand, the man probed the young vulpine chest, feeling. Touching a tender spot, Fox let out a loud whimper.
"Great, you have a broken rib." The man said, slowly letting Fox down on the ground. The shivers and whimpers continued. "Hey, we need a doctor over here!"
Fox looked up at his savior. Why was he helping him?
"Don't worry. You'll be all right. I know, I know, it hurts. Just breath deep. I don't think it hurt anything major." The man reassured him.
Fox just nodded. He barely heard anything he said. Starting to blank out, he felt himself slipping into darkness. The man nudged him a little.
"Hey, stay awake." The man said. "By the way, I'm John, John Henning."
Fox looked up at this new acquaintance. Was this man playing him? His eyes lids started to go down again, he just couldn't stay awake. It was a feat that was impossible. The nudge was a little harder this time, probably because his eyes were fully closed.
"C'mon. I mean it. Stay awake. We can't let you slip away. This is to big of a project." John said.
Oh, so that's what he was. Fox was a project for him. He was basically just a paycheck. He was silly for thinking that this human could actually care for him. Principally, he was just a mere alien. A weird alien that no one care for.
"I-I-" Fox whispered. The man watched him intently. This was the first talking from him.
"What did you say?" John asked, leaning in closer to him.
"I-I-I-I can't stay. . .. . I can't stay a-a-awake." Fox whispered. Closing his eyes and falling into darkness. . . .