And so begins the adventure of someone who has suffered in the past. I shouldn't keep you waiting so let's get to work.

Help

The darkness was all around me. The pain of everything that was my past and the pain of what I had done. I couldn't escape it and I only felt weaker as I stood in its presence. I was frightened and I couldn't do anything about it. What was I supposed to do when you are in complete darkness with the voices of those you've lost in your head and the memories of your most gruesome past haunting you. Voices all around me, telling me I was guilty for all that had happened, telling me that every death was my fault, telling me that every single fucking action I took was one for the worst. I screamed loudly as the voices continued to pound through my head. I couldn't run anywhere, there was pitch black darkness all around me and no where to hide from this.

I awoke with cold sweat all over me. I was panting deeply as I realized that the darkness was just another night terror. They were getting so out of hand that I felt as though the memories were fresh on my mind, like when I lost the entire squad of 100 fighters in a matter of seconds. That day haunts me even today with no relation to the night terrors. The sight and experience was so much and I had never seen so much death- innocent death- happen at once.

I looked over and noticed Rose was not in the bed.

"Kevin?" I heard a voice come from the other side of my door.

The door slowly opened and revealed a blue vixen wearing a silver nightgown. She had the face of terror and appeared to be extremely worried.

"Kevin is everything alright?" She asked me as she walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

I sat up more and dug my face into my hands embarrassingly. I didn't mean to wake her with my emotions and dreams, then again I never intend it and everytime I suffer from a terror she is the one that answers to my mind's call for help. She shouldn't have to put up with this again, she already helped me with this when they were haunting me before.

I felt a tear roll down my face, "4 years… 4… fucking... years pass and they come back…" I said chokingly.

She lowered her head, "It's okay Kevin… you can get through this..."

"Krystal" I said as I raised my head from my hands, "Do… do you ever think… maybe I shouldn't have come along? Maybe only being here is making things worse for me?"

The blue vixen shook her head, "Never have I thought that. Since the first day I saw you I knew you would be destined for good and that you would be a great friend."

I looked over at her, tears still rolling down my cheek, "Good? I did good but no good came out of it. After Wolf, I had these terrors about my mother being killed and the safety of my home." I said, "After Prometheus, I had these terrors about my life." I shook my head, "And now... " I dug my head back into my hands with pure agony, "now I can't hide from them…"

Krystal put her hand on my shoulder, "Listen to me," she said softly, "We've dealt with this before, we'll do it again." She said reassuringly, "I've helped you with this once, and if I have to keep doing so to end your suffering then so be it."

I slowly looked back up at the vixen and spoke no words.

"I promise" she finished.

The words of reassurance were pleasing to my ears. Krystal was a powerful woman and knew what she was doing, so when she promised something to me that would help with a problem like this I knew I could trust her fully.

A small smile cracked on my face, "Thanks…"

She then leaned in and hugged me, "Don't worry, we'll figure this out."

I let go of her and threw off the covers from my bed. I looked over at my clock and saw that it was actually 6:30 a.m, about the time I woke up normally.

"I might as well get ready then," I said to Krystal as she stood back up. I reached for a new gadget that Slippy has created, a new communicator. It was a small device that attached to the forearm, right where your elbow starts. It would project the communicator and provide full functionality, rather than having the bulky device around your entire forearm. I attached the small device and raised my arm so that the projection would appear, "Did you hear about Pepper? Or at least did Fox tell you?"

Krystal shook her head, "No he didn't tell me but I did know of what is happening."

I smiled, "Yeah, some new jobs coming in, or at least that's what I was told."

Krystal nodded, "It is about time we received some work. It's been too long."

It had been a painful five months since Star Fox was given a job. All of us were running out of the things to do. I originally thought that being off duty would be nice and relaxing, it was for the first month but after that things started to get rather boring and little dull. Falco and I even adopted a new hobby to pass time; gaming. The two of us had gotten involved in video games and even went to a tournament for one of our favorite games; Call for Action: Defense Force. Surprisingly we did well but didn't win the contest itself. One could say my life seems good, but with these things in my head, it was a living hell.

(A/N: I'm so sorry…)

The words of Krystal echoed in my head. I nodded repeatedly, "Yeah…" I looked off to the corner as Krystal exited my room, "... way too long."

The words continued to echo in my head. It's been so long since we had our last assignment from General Pepper, and that job wasn't even a very satisfying one. But it wasn't that that made those words send a shiver down my spine, it the fact that I hadn't had memories of my past in so long, especially memories of suffering and death. It puzzled my mind and pained me to even ponder why they have returned and why they are have become so intense.

I had joined Star Fox when I was 16. Fox crash landed in my backyard and I was able to save his life and nurse him back to health. His injuries weren't intense and he was able to get back to the team by the time they had arrived, which at that moment I was offered to go along. I thought it would be beyond amazing to be with the Star Fox team and go places no one else had gone. I knew what I was getting into, but I didn't know what would come out of it. Now I am haunted by images of the past and the sacrifices I made.

Rose, my wife of 5 years, did not live with the rest of the team. She felt that living on her own was best since she would continue work with Beltino and Space Dynamics, serving her spot on Star Fox from the comfort of her lab. She wasn't a fighter by any means and preferred to stay away from the conflict. She has been one the more emotional helpers since the memories returned. Her love and her caring attitude has helped me cope with some of the issues that come up from the hauntings; either a shift in my moods or lack of energy.

These memories were absolute shit...

...I just wished they ended…