Chapter 1

"Good Fox!" Fox's dad praised when Fox shot and hit all targets while using his weak hand behind cover. "Keep this up and you'll be better then your old man." He said giving his son a playful punch to the arm.

Fox smiled and returned the punch, but his was a little harder. "Thanks dad. You know as well as I that I wouldn't be this good without you."

"Really? Well in that case I'm glad I used my contacts and pulled several strings to set up a training scenario for you to act out." Smiled the older fox. And as if on cue the owner to the gun range walked up and did a complicated handshake with Fox's dad.

"James, looking good today." The graying, greyhound said.

"Nice to see you too, Marv. This is my son, Fox. Remember his name because I'm going to make sure that he becomes the next protector of Corneria." James said while placing an arm around his son's shoulders.

Fox held out his hand respectfully, "Nice to meet you." Marv shook his hand then pulled away, arms crossed looking towards James.

"So I take it, it's time to put this whippersnapper to your test?" Marv asked. James nodded. And with that gesture, Marv held out a special weapon and took the Blaster Fox was holding. "Your going to be using this for the remainder of your time here today. Don't break it or loose it. Take the next few minutes to get a feel for it."

Fox looked up at his dad, then back to the weapon. He instinctively checked it's sights and it's slide and its clip, then he glanced over the switches and buttons on the sides. Fox then checked its trigger pull and felt that it wouldn't take much to fire this weapon. After he was finished, Fox looked back up to his father, just as there was a shrill sound. Fox knew what it was, he had bin around those sounds for several years now while training with his dad. It was Blaster fire! Fox ducked instinctively then looked over to his dad and watched him drop to his knees then fall limply over onto his back. Fox watched in shock and horror as his dad lay unmoving on the ground. He scrambled to cover and returned fire blindly. After a few blind shots, Fox took several deep breaths and waited for the shooters to run out of ammo.

Fox ducked and slowly made his way towards the edge of his cover, then when he heard the clicking of the enemy's weapon, Fox ran as fast as his panicked feet would take him. He fired off a few more shots towards where the main concentration of gunfire was coming from, once he was behind better cover. He was too panicked to realize that someone was sneaking up on him.

He realized that something was up when the gun firing almost completely stopped. He still took a few pot shots off at the attackers. But it was then when he realized one of his biggest mistakes. He felt the barrel of a blaster pressed against the back of his head. "Drop the gun!" An unknown masked creature demanded, pressing the gun harder to add meaning. Fox slowly reached down and placed his weapon down on the concrete block he was using for cover. Then he raised his hands. Panic was in full force at this point. Fox was weaponless and helpless to this masked figure that stood behind him.

What to do?! What to do?! Fox's mind screamed, then it hit him, he remembered all his hand to hand fighting that his dad taught him. Fox waited for the creature to grab his wrist. Then Fox just reacted to the situation, he grabbed the creature's right wrist then swung his left arm up and broke the creature's elbow then forced the creature to bend over and the fox kneed him in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out. But instead of letting the unconscious creature fall to the ground, Fox held them as a shield and took the creature's sidearm and fired back to the others that was still around. As he fired he slowly moved towards his dad, who was still on the ground unmoving.

He felt that if he was near his dad that all this would go away. He got almost to James' side when another creature crept up on Fox. But this time they didn't jam their gun in the back of Fox's head. This time they grabbed the fox and held him in a head lock with a knife to his throat. Fox dropped his hostage and thought that this might be it, but like before he remembered something from his training with his dad. He pretended to go along with the creature then he slammed his head in the creature's face, which broke his grip on the fox. Then Fox smashed his left elbow into it's stomach, then to top it off Fox then grabbed his attacker's hand that held the knife and flipped him over Fox's back, slamming the creature hard on the ground. The creature gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, then to finish Fox did a knock out kick to the side of this guy's face. Fox then retrieved his weapon then went to his father's side.

"Dad..." Fox started. He didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't want to be left alone. He felt tears running down his cheeks. But he was interrupted with more Blaster fire. Fox dived for cover once more. "Damn! Missed one." He mumbled to himself aloud, tears still running down his face. I'll get them for you dad! Fox thought to himself. Fox slowly looked around the corner, he seen nothing. Then he slowly went to the other edge and looked around to see what he could see. Again nothing.

"Where did you go?" Fox mumbled quietly to himself, he then worked up the courage to move forward. He took several deep breaths then clutched the blaster with his right hand then placed his left hand cupping the bottom, still breathing hard, he quickly sprang out from behind his cover then he held the Blaster out in front of him, his right eye down the sights, and his finger on the trigger. He was waiting for anything to jump out at him. He slowly worked his way back to where the shooting first started, clearing all the corners and behind all possible cover along the way.

Fox was almost to where the shooting started, when the final creature popped out from a shadow and shot Fox three times in the chest. Fox took a few steps back, stunned about what had just happened. His grip on the Blaster weakened and the gun clattered on the ground noisily. Fox's thoughts raced but they all came back to what was the reason behind this attack. Fox had tears streaming down his face but he couldn't make a sound. He felt consciousness slipping away and watched as things went dark. Fox slowly closed his eyes as he blacked out. Not knowing weather or not he was going to wake up again.

{(Author Note) I did say that the action was going to pick up, but this is just the beginning. I hope you enjoyed it thus far, and please if you felt that something could be changed or added, leave me a review and let me know. Thanks again!}