-1So this is what all you 26-something people are waiting for. Is Fox going to live or die?!??!?! Is he?!?!?! Read and find out.

Evil comes in many forms. Sometimes as a being with five-thousand armed, nine-million fanged, one-billion eyes and one indestructible body. Sometimes as a metal pipe.

Disclaimer: If did own it, why would I write fanfic about it? Huh? Well??? Why would I?!?!?! WHY!?!?!?!?

A note from sanity.

Dear Evilhumour Author, it is not a good idea to insult the readers.

Love, Evilhumour Author

On to the story!!!!

Fox head was spinning. He could feel a huge fucking hangover coming on. His head was in so much pain. Strangely, he could not account for the rest of himself. His eyes felt so heavy. He began the hard process of opening them, letting out a very low and probable unbearable groan.

"FOX!!!!!!" He was wrong as he hard the happy scream of Krystal. He cracked his eyes open to see everything. He saw her blue face running down with tears. "You're awake!!!!" She giggling and crying at the same time. She was looking directly down at him with such a face of happiness.

"Krystal, it just a hangover. I had them before," He said with a chuckle… that seemed like it was chore. Fox was puzzled by this. This oddity was soon to be revealed. "Krystal, it is a hangover, right?" He was answer when Krystal turned her head away not making eye contact. He was furthered worried when he heard her muffled sobs and whimpers. "Krystal, what going on? Where am I?" He was being pushed even more when her tears kept interrupting her response. "What happened Krystal? Please tell what is going on here."

"In a hospital," He heard General Pepper voice over to the right of him. Four things scared him; one, he was in a hospital, two, Krystal couldn't stop crying, three, Pepper voice was extremely shaky and lastly and mostly unnerving, he couldn't move his head. "Three days ago, you were attacked. Three damn days ago," Fox could tell that Pepper was biting his lip to stop from crying. "By three damn fucking punks." His breathing was coming ragged and he was losing control of his emotions.

"What going on?!?" Fox was freaking out. He could remember going to the bar and going for air, but nothing else. "Why can't I move?!?"

"Fox, those mother-fucking asshole…" Fox was extremely surprised to hear that from Slippy, of all people. "Those bastard…" The toad was breathing so hard that he could not finish. He was going to continue, but a soft spoken Falco stopped him.

"He means that with that metal pipe hitting you twice in your back left you paralyzed from the head down."

"What are you talking about? What punks? What pipe?" Fox was freaking out. "If this some sort of prank, I don't like it."

"Fox, it isn't," Peppy voiced came in. He could tell that he was trying to keep his voice level, but he wasn't doing a good job. "The docs said you might not remember it. I guess that they were right."

"What are talking about? I can move, see?" He tried to move his arm, but he couldn't do it. He was being forced to see what had happened. His live was changed forever. The hero Fox McCloud was dead.

So now Fox knows of his fate thanks to the punks who paralyzed him. To find out what happens next, read next time, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.