Since some people want me to continue, here is chapter 2. Hope you enjoy, even though I still think my work is terrible. Also I think I over did it in the fight scenes.
Chapter 2: Escape
6 months later
The Doctor looked at the burnt corpse of a tiger on the table. He turned towards the other scientists, who were keeping their distance away from him.
"Inform command that Chemical: U174 is a complete failure." He ordered in a disappointed tone.
"Doctor, what about Fox McCloud? Maybe we could use him as another test subject." Suggested a grey Koala.
"NO! Subject 222 had received more chemical injections than Subject 426. Using Fox would be a waste."
"But Doctor, you know that command is disappointed that we haven't been able to produce a single subject to serve as the base for the super soldier project," said a brown bear. "Most of the subjects die on the first experiment, some of our more successful ones die from multiple chemical reactions inside their bodies and some of the others are so dangerous that they need to be locked in 'The Vault'. We have very few successful subjects."
"Do you think I am 'not' aware of the situation? Why don't we use you as a new test subject?"
The bear backed away in fear, mentally kicking himself for bringing it up.
"No! Then inform command that Chemical: U174 is a failure!"
1 month later
Four soldiers were standing around a black ape who was wearing a black general's uniform which had a white trim and red star on his shoulders and cap. His left eye was replaced by a red lens, with the ends of a scar sticking out of the top and bottom of his eye. He was waiting impatiently for the Doctor in the command centre. Soon, the Doctor entered with fresh blood on his lab coat.
"Ah, General, apologies for the state of me, my work can be messy." said the Doctor with a chuckle. He was taller than the General, but the General had a bigger build.
"Don't play games with me, 'Doctor. I am here about your failure of the Super Soldier Project. You haven't been able to create a single subject to use as the projects base! You were given a deadline which you failed to up hold."
"But General, science doesn't work like that; it is all about trial and error. Sometimes, things do take longer then accounted for."
"Listen here, you have been giving plenty of time and we have been pushing the deadline back, but now you are hanging by a thread. Ghost Company does not tolerate failures. In one week, you will be given the last mutagen for the project; you will perform the experiment on one of the Subjects in front of me and the other Founders. And 'Doctor', if we don't see any results, the project will be cancelled and it will be on your head. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Replied the Doctor, he closed his right hand into a fist and placed it over his chest, below his left shoulder. "Hail Andross."
The General did the same. "Hail Andross."
The General turned on his heels and walked away, his bodyguards followed. The Doctor's face twisted as he left. He sat down at this desk in the Command Centre and checked the name of the mutagen, Chemical: Z213. He began looking over multiple files of the different subjects. He gritted his teeth; he had one chance to keep this project alive, but who to choose, most of the Subjects wouldn't be able to handle this Mutagen, it was a class Z-type, one of the most dangerous types ever, only a few had survived the process and they had ended up in 'The Vault'.
He could use a Subject from 'The Vault', they were more likely to handle it, but was it worth the risk of taking a subject from there and making them more dangerous. He looked through the list until he saw Subject 426: Prisoner52948-Fox McCloud; he cursed himself for not thinking of him before. Fox McCloud had gone through a total of 27 experiments and was still alive and wasn't a threat. He smiled evilly to himself.
1 week later
Fox was curled up on his blood stained bed; his insides were burning everywhere from whatever they had been putting inside him. It was strange, for a week he had been left alone, but before that, he had been tortured and experimented on heavily for seven months, and he was now called Subject 426, as well as Prisoner 52948. Despite been alone in a dark cold cell, he preferred it here than the rest of the facility. The only problem was that he needed his bucket emptied and a new roll of toilet paper.
Suddenly, he heard his cell door unlocking and opening, he knew it wasn't going to last. It was the Corporal and the two Privates.
"Did you miss us, McCloud?" said the Corporal.
Fox just got up from his bed, he wasn't going to fight. Suddenly, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through his body from his collar. He collapsed to the ground as the Corporal laughed. He let go of the button on the remote and the two privates picked up Fox by his arms. Fox looked towards the Corporal.
"I...am going...to kill you." He said. The Corporal just chuckled.
They dragged Fox down the all too familiar route towards the lift. They entered, pressed a button for the lift to move up. The door opened and they dragged Fox along the floor to another lab or torture chamber. Normally, Fox would be afraid of this journey, but since he so well it, he found it boring, though there was still a little fear of what was to come.
They stopped in front of a pair of double doors marked Lab: 001, the Corporal opened the doors and the Privates dragged Fox in. Fox looked around, he saw the familiar devices and table in the centre, but he noticed something else, a large rectangle window was on the left hand-side of the room, behind Fox could see 'The Doctor' behind it, along with a shorter, but more muscular ape, wearing what appeared to be a generals uniform, and the silhouette of other figures.
The soldiers strapped Fox to the table and removed his collar. He turned his head to the left, and saw 'The Doctor' whose teeth were barred. A sudden noise of the Injector got Fox's attention; it was above him and was spreading out its arms. He heard the doors open and knew what was coming.
Two figures in protective clothing had entered with the container in-between them. They opened the container and a cold, white mist flowed out of the container. They placed their hands inside and pulled out the cylinder container. They carefully carried it to the Injector and placed it inside the base. A scientist, a red cat, pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and a glowing blue liquid flowed through the tubes to the syringes at the ends. The Injector lowered until the needles were millimetres from Fox's flesh.
Fox then heard a voice over an intercom; it was 'The Doctor'. He was talking to the crew in the lab and the strangers in the room.
"Today, we can fail or succeed in this experiment, if we fail, then the project will be cancelled and all of the subjects terminated. But if we succeed, it will be a great contribution to science since Andross, and we will be able to regain the honour, after that traitor, Bowman, lost when he surrendered us to Corneria. Ghost Company will restore Venom and it's Military to what it once was! Hail Andross!"
All of the scientists and soldiers closed their right hands into fists and placed them over their chest, below their left shoulders. "Hail Andross!"
Fox was too busy thinking to notice, Dash Bowman was now in Command of Venom's Forces. How long had he been in Command of Venom? Was he still the same as Fox remembered him? He could only wonder, but one thing was clear; this 'Ghost Company' didn't support him and must be plotting against.
"Begin the Experiment!" ordered 'The Doctor'.
The needles pierced Fox's flesh and poured the chemical into him. Fox squirmed as the chemical burned his insides. He felt it spread through his body, making every cell burn.
"Doctor, the subject's brain patterns so slow reactions towards Chemical Z213." Said a female Zebra.
"Sir, his heart rate is at dangerously high levels!" yelled a Dalmatian.
"Increase the rate of injection to maximum! Begin the Electro-Enhanced Reaction Process, and have it at maximum power!" ordered 'The Doctor' it a fury.
"But sir that might kill the subject." Said a brown bulldog.
"This is our last chance for any success, and we are on the verge of a breakthrough in science. Now, DO IT!"
"Increasing the rate of inject to Maximum."
"Beginning Electro-Enhanced Reaction Process, setting power to 100%."
Fox roared from the intense pain. He shook and struggled against the straps that held him down. Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head, his life at the academy, his time during Team Star Fox, his first date with Krystal when they shared their first kiss, all of it came to him. But then the pain came back stronger stopped his thoughts, he roared again and clenched his hands.
"Reaction 95% complete and increasing."
Sparks shot out from some of the machines, Fox roared louder and struggled against the straps.
"97%, 98%, 99%."
Suddenly, Fox stopped screaming, his body froze and a single continuous beep could be heard all through the room.
"100% Full reaction."
"No heartbeat, Doctor," said the Brown Bear. "Fox McCloud is dead."
The Doctor barred his teeth; he was so close, so close to succeeding in science. But it was over. Fox McCloud was dead and the project was cancelled.
"You had your chance, Doctor. You failed. I'm here by dub this project a failure and have it cancelled." Said the General in a cold, uncaring tone.
"Remove McCloud's body!" ordered the Doctor.
The two Privates walked up to the table and began to undo the straps. As one was finishing off undoing the last strap on the top half of McCloud's body, a fist punched him in the chest and went straight through. The other soldier back away and everyone else froze as they saw whose arm it was.
"I…I…It can't be," stuttered the Zebra.
"He's alive," said 'The Doctor' in a surprised tone.
Fox removed his arm and sung his legs off the table and stood up. His right arm was a dark crimson with small lumps of flesh along it. His eyes that were once green were now a dark red. He barred his teeth as he cast his gaze over everyone.
"RESTRAIN HIM!" ordered 'The Doctor'.
The other Private and two scientists tried to grab him. Fox grabbed the Private with one hand and swung him into the scientists, then threw him into the wall. There was the horrible sound of bones breaking as the Private made contact with the wall.
The Corporal drew his machine gun and began to fire at Fox. Shielded his face with his arms, the bullets tore across his body, but Fox was still standing. He lowered his arms and glared at the Corporal, who was shaking with fear. Fox lifted up the table and threw it at him. Table knocked the corporal down and was resting on top of him. Fox kicked it off him, only to punch him in the chest, Fox crouched closer to him.
"Said I was going to kill you." He said in a cold, cruel voice. The Corporal didn't say a word.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or fox got your spine?"
Fox removed his fist from the hole in the Corporals chest, taking out part of his spine as he did. He stood up and threw the spine pieces away.
Fox walked over to the window and slammed his fists on it. The glass cracked under his fists while he glared at them. They began to leave the room, Fox punched the glass but it would not break. Fox could only watch as they left.
Suddenly, red lights and sirens were going off, Fox looked around and saw that one of the two remaining scientist had activated the alarm. He charged at the Dalmatian, who had pressed the alarm button, and grabbed him by his arms. Fox pulled the Dalmatians arms, cuts began to form between his shoulder and arm, with blood trickling out. They grew bigger and bigger, blood was now squirting out and onto Fox. Eventually, the left arm was torn off from the Dalmatian, blood poured out from both the arm and Dalmatian; the bone of the left upper arm was broken through the middle. The Dalmatian screamed at the top of his voice, only to be silenced when Fox swung him into a tall, box-shaped device, then into the wall, and finally into the floor, causing his right arm to snap off.
Fox looked at the Dalmatians arms in his hands. Quickly, he threw them away, and ran towards the Zebra. He grabbed her by the throat and held her in the air.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!" he roared. He tightened his hand around her throat.
She struggle to say anything, she made strange gagging noise as she felt her windpipe close. She tried to open Fox's grasp with her hands. It wasn't long before her dropped by her sides and she was silent. Suddenly, the doors burst open and five heavily armed soldiers charged in. They saw Fox and aimed their weapons.
"Open fire!" ordered one.
Fox chucked the scientist's body away and kicked another device at the squad. One of them was able to dodge it, but the other four were knocked back and flattened by it. The last one struggled to his feet as Fox dashed forward. He yanked his machine gun from his hands, and bashed it into his skull, were a loud cracking sound followed.
Fox ran out through the doors and ran right, down the corridors that glowed red from the flashing lights. He felt different, he felt stronger, faster, and full of energy. Another squad ran out in front of him, he stopped and fired his machine gun at them. They returned fire, but their shots did nothing as they made contact, while Fox's did as much damage as they would expect.
When everyone in the squad had been shot dead, Fox looked over his body; there were bullet holes all over his body with the bullets still in them. But the thing he noticed was that the bullets were moving. A closer look showed that they were slowly backing out of his body, one dropped out of his body and the hole healed over, leaving only a small scar and a little drop of blood around it. The other bullets slowly dropped out of his body, one by one, much to Fox's surprise.
-x-x-x-
A small, but fairly large amount of Ghost Company's troops had secured the loading bay of the facility. From here, they were able to send squads into the Facility to hunt down Fox.
Two large, grey, 6-wheeled cargo trucks were parked inside, in the loading/unloading spaces. Hundreds of metal crates of different shapes and sizes had been arranged into barriers for protection and place heavy mounted machine guns. Five weathered, yellow cranes hung from the 50 feet high roof, their chains rattled as another squad slowly began to move down the corridor.
"Sergeant!" boomed a Lieutenant.
"Yes Sir!" replied the Sergeant,
"What is there to report?"
"We've lost contact with several squads; it's most likely that they encountered the subject."
"Fuck sake, this whole base and everything in it is going to shit."
Suddenly, they heard the sound of gunfire and screams of soldiers dying. One flew into the loading bay and straight into a mounted machine gun, knocking it over. The gunner was being crushed by the machine gun and the trooper's body. The other soldiers armed weapons as Fox McCloud casually strolled into the Loading Bay.
"BLAST HIM!" commanded the Lieutenant.
Before anyone could pull the trigger, Fox leaped over their heads and landed on the other side of the bay. He punched the nearest soldier in the face and kicked another into two others. The rest opened fire, but Fox continued to tear them apart one by one. Fox tore both of his fists into a soldier and ripped off the top half of his body from his hips. He tore out the spines of two soldiers, one he tore out from the back, and tore the others out through the front.
Eventually, the soldiers began to retreat to the exit as Fox tore the head off a private. When he saw them leaving, he sprinted in their direction, slaughtering them as he past. The Lieutenant, who had made it outside, turned around and saw Fox heading in their direction, pressed a switch to close and seal the Loading Bay doors.
The Soldiers who didn't make it out started banging on the door, shouting to let them out. Fox slowed down and began to slowly walk towards the terrified soldiers. They turned around and pressed their bodies against the door, as if it would fall if they pushed hard enough. Fox was covered in blood and chunks of flesh and organs, bloody footprints from his prison boots could be seen clearly behind him with each step he took, an evil sneer was plastered on his face, and his glaring red eyes were sending daggers at the troop's hearts.
Suddenly, he stopped and crouched down, he began groaning in pain. The pain was coming from his hands, they felt like someone dragging them across sharp glass and bashing them with a sledge hammer. A horrible sound of bones braking could be heard all through the Loading Bay. The Soldiers began to feel braver as Fox groans turned into yells. They readied their weapons to fire.
But then, Fox stopped yelling and the sound of breaking bones had ended. Then they heard a sound from Fox, like he was crying, but when he raised his head, they could see he wasn't crying, he was laughing. They couldn't understand it, why was he laughing? However, when he stood up, they could see what he was laughing about.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
-x-x-x-
The lieutenant retreated, back to a makeshift barrier around the entrance of the loading bay, ignoring the screams of the soldiers he left for dead. The remaining troops had regrouped with the rest of the garrison and were in position. Two tanks were also in position; both of them were slightly larger than a landmaster, they had four sets of tracks (two on each side, all of them in a triangle shape), more bulky armor, the jets removed, and a energy cannon, which had red energy chamber at the end of it.
Eventually, they heard the troops inside stop screaming, they heard yelling, and then everything was quiet again. The lieutenant ordered a squad to check to see what had happened. The squad slowly walked up to the door with their weapons by their sides. A sudden scream caused them to freeze and aim their weapons at the door. They continued their journey, even slower than before.
A loud banging of metal caught them by surprise; a large dent had appeared on the door, sticking outwards. Then a second one appeared with a bang. And then a third. The soldiers were frozen in place; they aimed their weapons at the door, though they were shaking badly with fear.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a truck rolled straight into the squad. They were either crushed or sent flying into the barrier, the truck continued on its journey and into the barrier. The soldiers ran in all directions to get clear of it. Most of the soldiers were able to avoid the truck as it stopped halfway through the barrier. A thick cloud of dirt covered the area, making difficult to see.
One of the soldiers ran over to the wrecked barrier and aimed his blaster towards the Loading Bay. Suddenly, something grabbed him and picked him up by the back of his neck so fast that dropped his blaster. He looked to see Fox McCloud standing on the truck, holding him with his right hand, he struggled to get free, but Fox wasn't loosening his grasp. Then he saw a terrifying site, Fox's left hand was different, his fur was black, his fingers and thumb were longer and had become claws, and three curved spikes ran along his arm up to his elbow.
Fox used his claw to tear into the soldier's flesh and tore out his lungs and heart. He threw the body away and looked around. The sky was pitch black, with only a few stars faintly glowing could be seen. The base was surrounded a cross-wired fence with barbed wire running along the top, guard towers could be seen and certain points along the fence. There were multiple small bunkers in one area that seemed to be the barracks'. Several large warehouses could be seen with containers and vehicles outside. And a tall control tower could be seen in the distance next a large building and several hangers, this meant there was an air base.
"SHOOT THAT THING! SHOOT IT!" roared a soldier.
Fox jumped down and began mauling down the soldiers with his claws. A shot from one of the tank struck the ground near him, sending him flying into the wall of the Facility. He growled and charged at the tank, he jumped and landed on the hull of it, he place hands underneath the turret and began to pull it off from the base, the metal groaned with each tug until Fox ripped it from the hull and tossed it at the other tank. Fox grabbed the operator of the tank tore his head into pieces with the claw, until there were brain chunks, splintered bone, blood and flesh splattered all over the inside and outside of the tank. With the second tank, Fox lifted it above his head and threw it into the rest of the soldiers, some were flattened, others knocked over like bowling pins, and only a few were still alive.
Satisfied with his work at the Facility, Fox charged towards the air base. He leaped over obstacles and tore through soldiers that got in his way. He climbed to the top of a hanger and looked down at the air strip. To his joy he saw the 'Doctor' and the General, along with a fat, pale pink pig that looked like Pigma, only without the scars and (if possible) more uglier, and a grey and silver vulpine, who was wearing weathered and battered armor, surrounded by twelve soldiers, heading towards several ships. Despite the distance between them and him, Fox was somehow able to hear the conversation between them.
"This is a disaster; McCloud is on a rampage in the Facility. This is going to delay our plans." Complained the General.
"But we have created a successful subject for the project, if we can get a sample of his DNA…" said the Doctor, in a pleased tone.
"Forget it!" interrupted the Pig. "The project is a failure, and I do NOT want to die just yet. Now, I need to return to Kew, to sort out some 'business' problems. This does not change our agreement."
The pig ran up the ramp into his ship, followed by four soldiers. The ship, which was three times the size or an Arwing, had a pointed bridge, which ran down a short rounded neck to the body; there were four wings, two on each side arranged into an X formation, with two engines. Fox watched as the ship took off and leave the planet atmosphere.
"Sirs, Fox McCloud has escaped the Facility." Reported one of the soldiers.
"Get on board the ship before McCloud gets here!" ordered the General.
"One problem with that order," replied the vulpine, "McCloud's already here."
The vulpine drew a sniper rifle from his back, turned around, aimed and fired within a second. This caught Fox by surprise; the shot tore into his arm causing him yell. The soldiers along the airstrip eventually noticed him and opened fire. He jumped down and started to tear them apart, but no matter how many he butchered, there always seemed to be more to replace the ones he killed. He must have at least killed 100 of the bastards, but they kept coming. If he continued to stay, they might be able to overpower him through numbers.
Fox continued to claw his through them towards the Doctor, General and fox. The vulpine aimed his rifle, only to be stopped by the General.
"Ignore him, get on board!" commanded the General.
The vulpine growled but complied with the order; he lowered his rifle and ran up the ramp the ramp of another ship, similar to the one the pig left in. Fox noticed and sprinted through the waves of 'Ghost Company' troops. But the ship took off before he could get near it. Fox leaped to try and reach it; he was able to grab the bottom right wing and began to pull himself up. However, the ship shot off at an incredible speed. Fox was caught in the wind, blowing him off the wing and into the ground, leaving a small crater.
Several troopers gathered round to make sure he was dead. But were quickly eviscerated by his claws, much to the surprise of the other troops. The drop had made Fox angrier than before, his glare drilled through the soldier's souls, right before he resumed his butchering process.
With most of the Soldiers near in pieces, Fox ran towards a ship not far away, which was similar to others that had left. He ran up its ramp, closed it and made his way to the bridge. He looked around; there was a blank semi-circular dash board around the front of the bridge with a red glowing circle at the front of it, with three chairs, one on each side and one at the front.
"No controls!" he muttered to himself in surprise, "How the fuck am I to fly this piece of shit?"
Outside, the troops were bringing in heavy firepower involving Rocket Launchers and powerful grenades to send the ship, and Fox, to hell. Fox reached his hand out to touch the red circle. When he did, it turned from red to blue and lines shot out of it and zigzagged across the desk. Fox watched with amazement as they zoomed along the dash board, spots and images appeared beside the lines, the whine of an engine starting could be heard, and a control stick rose from the floor.
"Touch sensitive. Who knew Venom could be so fancy?" said Fox with a small chuckle, as he sat down in the chair.
The troops were also surprised as the engines began to roar.
"He's activated the ship! Bring in Fighters!" ordered one.
Slowly, the ship rose higher from the ground until it was hovering above the troops. Fox pressed a few buttons and grabbed the control stick, the ship shot off at an incredible speed towards the atmosphere. Fox was amazed by the sheer speed of it, he felt like he was flying his Arwing again, only a bit slower.
As he was leaving the atmosphere, the ship shook from incoming laser fire, a squadron of five Venom fighters were chasing after the vulpine. Fox sent his ship spinning and turning in all directions to avoid the incoming fire, thought it was difficult, Fox's ship was more of a shuttle than a fighter, despite is speed for a shuttle, it wasn't as agile or as fast a fighter.
Fox looked over the dash board for anything that involved defenses, he noticed a small, blue, rectangular touch button that said 'Auto Turrets: Deactivated'. He reached out with his clawed hand and touched it. When he did, it turned from blue to red, and changed the writing to 'Auto Turrets: Activated'.
"This is going to be fun." Said Fox as a smirk made its way across his lips.
One of the fighters turned around and closed in on the shuttle, when the turret on top suddenly jolted, turned to face him and fired in a matter of seconds. The pilot was unable to respond and his fighter was hit and exploded. The turret then focused its attacks at the four remaining fighters as they dispersed to avoid the laser fire. One flew below the shuttle and was hit by a turret underneath, sending it spinning out of control into another fighter. The two remaining fighters continued their attack with caution against the shuttle, Fox was pulling all of the moves he could to avoid them.
One fighter charged to distract the turrets, while the second attacked. Fox checked his shields to see that they were dangerously low. The fighters turned around for a second wave, the first one passed over to distract the turret. Fox turned the ship over on its side so the bottom was facing the first fighter while the top faced the second. Without the first fighter to distract it, the turret fired on the second, turning it into a ball of fire. The bottom turret followed the lone fighter as it tried to dodge the incoming lasers. Eventually, the fighter was hit in its engines, sending it spinning towards Venom.
Fox slouched into the chair and gave a deep sigh of relief. He thought about where he should go; only two places came to mind, Corneria and Kew. Kew was where the Pig from the facility was going, a good place to find some answers, and revenge. But Corneria held the one thing that Fox held the one thing he loved, Krystal. She must have thought he had died on Venom nearly a year ago, how surprised would she be to see him after all this time. But he was a target for 'Ghost Company'; would it be worth the risk of letting her become a target as well? And how would he explain what he had become?
Fox was getting a headache from all of this thinking, or maybe it was the stink coming from him. He smelt of death from all of the blood, flesh chunks and whatever else he had 'collected'. He looked at his claws; he closed his eyes and thought about them returning to normal. He gritted his teeth as he felt the pain of them slowly changing. The claws shrunk and returned to fingers, the spikes slowly returned into his arms and his fur turned from black to orange
He set the shuttle on auto-pilot, on course for Kew, and left the bridge. He walked down the corridors of the shuttle, looking for a place to wash up, through the main hold, past the medical room and the storage room, until he stopped in front of a door marked 'Toilet'. He pressed the switch on the side and it opened with a hiss. He saw a sink and a toilet on the inside.
"Better than nothing at least." He sighed.
He grabbed a small cloth and removed his shredded and bloody prison jumpsuit.
-x-x-x-
After cleaning him-self up and finding some new clothes in the storage room, which was armour similar to 'Ghost Company' only with the armour along the lower arms removed and the 'Ghost Company' patches covered with parts from his jumpsuit.
He sank into his chair and closed his eyes to have a decent sleep, something that he hadn't had for a year.