Hey, everyone! So, I know what you all are thinking... I have no life. WRONG! I DO have a life, I just really wanted to get this out. I practically cut this completely out of the last chapter, even though I meant for it to be in there. So here's part II of the last chapter. Oh, and one last thing: I know my fight scenes are crap, but if you have any ideas, R/R and let me know! Okay, enjoy!
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As Fox and Wolf neared the group of enemies, the dark figure chuckled. His form mirrored Wolf's drug-addicted father, Blake O'Donnell, but the enemy himself was completely different. Serving his master, his soul had been sucked out of him. It was replaced with the lost souls of his foe's deepest fear. The situation was copied for his ally, who had taken the form of the dark Fox McCloud. Their master simply referred to them as Black and Blue. After learning of Black's deminse, Blue set out to terminate his enemies once and for all.
Ten of the loyal thugs glided forward. Realizing they were outnumbered, Fox and Wolf positioned themselves for defensive combat as the enemies surrounded them.
Wolf's neck strained as he shifted his gaze around the ring of foes, desperately trying to keep himself unopen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fox standing in defensive position, eyes closed.
He crazy? Wolf wondered. He noticed Fox's ears sticking straight up, the right twitching ever so slightly. Just then, the enemy directly behind Fox silently neared him, slowly raising its arms to grab the seemingly defenseless vulpine. Wolf's eyes widened, and his mouth opened to warn Fox. However, before he could make a sound, the enemy stopped moving. Fox had thrust his arms out behind him and latched onto the outstretched arms of the startled enemy. Keeping his iron grip on the thug's forearms, Fox opened his eyes and grinned at a confused Wolf.
From on top of the hill, Blue's eyes widened slightly. He snarled, and silently instructed an awaiting enemy to leap at the fox from the trees. Nodding, the foe swiftly climbed the tree without catching the attention of the canines within the circle of adversaries.
Meanwhile, another thug ran forward towards Fox. Jumping up in the air, he swung his lower body straight into the enemy's face, knocking it out. Another approached, but was knocked back by a swift but rough kick to the stomach. The whole time, Fox kept his hold on the foe behind him.
As Wolf watched, another enemy crept up behind him. Although they had no feet and therefore produced no echo of footsteps, Wolf picked up its movements with his sensetive canine ears. He jutted his elbow back, expecting to his air. To his surprise, he felt the solid connection of his elbow hitting bone. He turned to see an enemy lying cold in the dirt. He looked back at Fox. Hmm. Maybe the kid's got an idea going here.
Fox listened closely, completely blocking out the struggling enemy caught behind him. His sharp eyes caught a movement in a nearby tree. Just then, the flash flew into the air. Fox watched as the enemy arced skyward, then sped towards him.
Holding tightly, Fox watched the enemy fall closer and closer. Finally, when the foe was about ten feet above him, he swiftly flipped the struggling foe over his shoulder, still grasping its arms. Fox allowed the momentum of the flip to roll him with the enemy. Being lighter than his adversary, he was lifted into the air, eventually straightening out. For a split second, his body combined with the fallen foe's created an L shape. When he was stick-straight, he finally released his hold.
As hoped, the momentum shot him into the air. He shot his right foot in front of him as he shot horizontally towards the descending adversary. About five feet from the ground, he felt his foot collide with the enemy's face. His momentum overpowered the foe's, causing both to crash into the dirt. Unfortunately for the enemy, he'd been on the bottom.
Landing on top, Fox remained in a standing position. He walked back over to Wolf, who just gaped at him. The vulpine grinned. "What?"
For once, Wolf was at a loss for words. After a second, he shook his head. "That sure was fancy," he said. "But I like doing it my way."
With that, he made his right paw into a fist. He swung out suddenly, colliding his fist into the face of an approaching foe. The strength caused the enemy to spin around as he fell, immediately slipping into unconciousness.
Fox shrugged. "I can play that way." His ear twitched as he heard an enemy approach his left. He swung his foot around, landing a solid roundhouse kick on the adversary's face. Immediately, they fell to the ground. Fox turned just in time to see Wolf repeatedly punching a barely-concious foe.
Blue, disguised as Blake, continued to send thugs after the two mercenaries, but it was to no avail. His vision blurred with anger as the number of fallen red-faced opponents increased at a devestating rate. After about five minutes, the two pilots faced him, each standing tall with their arms crossed, grinning. Thirty thugs lay in the dirt surrounding them.
"That all you got, O'Donnell?" The shorter canine asked tauntingly. "Or should I say, the fake O'Donnell?"
"You really think you stand a chance?" The silver and black wolf replied menacingly. He started walking towards the two mercenaries. "Even if you defeat me, you can never overpower our master. And, once you submit to him, your souls as well as your bodies will belong to him. You will belong to the darkness."
Fox and Wolf only stared back a moment, each feeling the urge to step forward. Wolf made eye contact with Fox, speaking with his eyes in a sort of telepathic language. Fox nodded back. Returning the nod, Wolf stepped forward.
"You're wrong," he spoke. "Whoever you are...or were...you're completely misguided. The only reason your soul is gone is because your will wasn't strong enough to pull through. To survive in this world, in this life, you need determination and will. Without those two things, you lost yourself. But I can assure you, the same fate does not await us."
Fox looked at him. "Us?" he asked quietly.
"Us," Wolf responded, his voice quiet as well. A small grin formed on their faces.
Wolf turned back to the larger wolf, whose breaths were now heavy with rage and anger. "So go ahead, Dad," Wolf spoke. "Hit us with your best shot.
Swiftly, Wolf ducked to avoid the larger wolf's exposed claws. Riding on the momentum of his swing, Blue continued his swing, lashing out with his other arm. Wolf held out his own forearm for a block.
The two wolves stood in a deadlock, their gray fur blending together almost as though they were one. Only the distinctive marks of white and black seperated them.
Fox simply looked on. He knew this was a battle Wolf would want to fight. Sure, he'd be there if Wolf was in deep trouble, but besides that, Wolf was on his own.
Wolf's mind raced as he held off the opposite wolf. He swept his foot towards the back of the larger wolf's knees, knocking Blue's feet out from under him. Blue landed on the ground, and Wolf pounced on top to pin him. His gaze locked onto the face of his father, and something inside him snapped.
All his life, his father had neglected him. Treated him like dirt, just like everyone else. Only his mother had truly cared for him, and she'd been the only one he'd really loved. His father had stolen away the one thing in his pathetic life that he'd treasured. After all these years, he finally had a chance at revenge. He didn't care that this wasn't really his father, that his real father was long gone. His vision, as well as his common sense, faded away. All that was left was the burning desire for revenge.
Wolf let out a growl that came from deep within him. He started applying pressure to Blue's neck. Blue wasn't worried at first: as a trained mercenary, Wolf was not to immedieately kill his enemy.
However, as Blue's heartbeats slowed, his panic rose. What was Wolf doing? He started gasping for breath, struggling onto the last ledges of consciousness. But Wolf still didn't let in. Fox hurried over to Wolf's side and saw the older wolf slowly losing his life, just as the ebony fox had.
"Wolf, stop!" Fox called out. "You're gonna suffocate him!" The burning in Wolf subsided a bt, enough for his senses to slowly seep back into his bloodstream. By the time he realized what he was doing, however, he saw the figure of his father gasp for one last breath. Fox's eyes narrowed, then slowly closed as the eyes of Blake O'Donnell shut once and for all.
"Wolf," Foxmuttered. He slowly opened one eye halfway to see Wolf shaking. He turned to Fox, tears pricking at his eyes. Fox was caught off-guard. Out of all the nasty scum and obnoxious bogeys floating around the galaxy, Wolf O'Donnell was by far the last he expected to shed a tear. Yet here he was before him, as his eyes watered even more.
"Fox," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I-" The wolf stopped speaking. Slowly, his eyes shut, and he fell forward. A confused look clouded over Fox's face, then he felt it. A small prick stung his neck. As his vision blurred, Fox looked to his left shoulder. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a small, blood-red tranquilizer dart.
Then, there was only darkness.
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Alright, so there's your part II. R/R if you liked it, hated it, or whatever else. Also, shoutout to KrzyKrn K, starfighter-105, and LilGstryker for the reviews. Also, one to ShadowFox0324 for reviewing my other story. Okay, so until the next chapter...later!