Scarred for Life
Summary: When Krystal left, she left on him the first of many wounds that would eventually destroy him. Without her, he falls. Who he once was no longer exists, and only the scars he bears tell how Fox McCloud finally died.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Fox.
Mental Scars
Weezle was never one for close combat. He was a gun for hire, shot people from afar with his sniping skills, and then ran. He didn't care if he was caught on tape or anything like that, because he'd be gone before anyone had found him.
Or so he thought.
Star Wolf was on his tail at first, destroying his escape ship. So he hid in one of the many alleys in Corneria City, easily loosing them. Not many knew these alleys well.
Unfortunately, this new pursuer did.
Fox had speant a long time in these alleys as a kit. It was here where he first met Falco. While he never was a gang member like Falco, he was considered a Jumper: a guy who held respect of various gangs for his assistance as a mercenary, or a diplomat between them, so he had a free pass. Because of his Jumper status, Fox was easily able to ask the right people and locate Weezle.
Poor Weezle didn't even know it was Fox McCloud that was chasing him. All he saw was a deformed vulpine, probably rabid, intent on killing him. He continued to try and run, only to be backed into a dead end.
Grinning like a maniac, Fox slowly advanced, enjoying the fear in Weezle's eyes. "This will be the last thing you see, Weezle. Mark my words."
Weezle drew a knife, the only thing he had, "Back off. I know how to use this." He didn't, but his pursuer didn't need to know that.
Laughing, the knife was kicked from his hands before he felt a powerful blow to his stomach. Doubling over, he received a knee in his face, braking his snout and sending him on his back. Then, like a rabid animal, his pursuer pounced, using his fangs to tear into Weezle's soft belly. Weezle screamed in pain as his attacker ripped him apart, never eating, but painfully chewing. In spite of his blood loss, Weezle didn't die immediately. Then, his attacker got up, and went and grabbed a discarded sledgehammer. Hefting it in one hand, he brought it down on Weezle's head, crushing it like an empty milk carton.
Suddenly realizing what he had done, Fox stumbled back in horror, throwing up. Sliding down against a wall, he suddenly realized he could sense someone approaching. I guess my powers aren't dormant any more, he thought ruefully, staring at the carnage. Finally, he could take it no more. Ignoring the pain, he reached up and tore his artificial eye from its socket.
Before he blacked out, he heard Wolf's voice say, "Pup, what… OH MY…!"