Post by RFZT on Oct 5, 2008 0:20:45 GMT -5
Hi, I'm RFZT, and this is my first non-Lion King fanfiction here. And my second fanfiction here, actually. =P This is a fanfiction based around the Star Fox video games. Leon is the protagonist.
I'm not sure entirely where this fanfic is going, but I have a good grasp on the plot. Also, in this, Leon isn't entirely the maniacal assassin. He's more of a good guy here.
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Creeping up the sapling tree planted on the outskirts of the city, the praying mantis stalked its prey. Gradually the mantis slowed as it snuck closer and closer to its victim, a blue beetle resting on a rose bud. The mantis could not afford to be seen. This beetle looked too huge and juicy to be missed.
The mantis was very close now. Perfect--the beetle was not looking its way. Taking one final step, the mantis rubbed its forelegs together and prepared to spring.
Something rustled behind the tree. Alerted, the beetle split its shell and flew away. The mantis whirled around, rearing up in a defensive pose. And then a long, stretchy tongue nabbed the mantis, pulling it off the tree and into an open mouth.
Leon Powalski snapped his mouth shut. After chewing loudly a few times, he walked ahead, catching up to the fleeing beetle. Leon reached up and plucked the beetle from the air. Pathetic, he thought. That was too easy. He tossed the wriggling beetle onto his tongue along with the hardly even swallowed mantis. In a moment both insects were gone.
Delicious. But boring. How many times had Leon done this? Around six or seven. Every day.
Leon resided in the Cornerian capital, a large, active city absolutely taken over by tall buildings and choked with technology. Two months had passed since the defeat of the Anglar Forces, a menacing underwater force attempting to take over the Lylat system. General Peppy Hare had dubbed this battle "Command." And, of course, Team Star Fox were the ones to come save the day. Thus, Star Fox Command. Leon tutted at that. He had jumped in to help, too, you know, along with Wolf O'Donnell and Panther Caroso, his wingmates. The three of them were a team in the past--Star Wolf. For the longest time Team Star Wolf had been considered a great threat. Tired of being seen as villains with hefty bounties over their heads, they'd agreed to help Star Fox fight the Anglars. Leon was reluctant to join forces at first, but after being reminded of the many ships he could shoot down, he happily complied.
So Star Wolf helped Fox and the others battle the Anglars, they won, parties went on and everything was so swell. For once Star Wolf got the credit they deserved: their bounties were removed, as well as their reputation of being bad guys.
At least, Wolf and Panther weren't villains anymore. Animals still treated Leon suspiciously. It amused him to see others cringe as he walked by, but it was annoying how they would give him wary looks and not turn around, at least not all the way. Chatting groups quietened. Mothers pulled their youngs ones close. Things couldn't be done freely when Leon was around.
Why? Leon often thought. Yes, he was the mercenary who talked most of the pleasure of tormenting the enemy, and rumors about being a past assassin travelled through many mouths. Contrary, though, Leon usually didn't attack unless hired to, or if he felt provoked. No, he was not about to threaten crowds with his blaster gun if they didn't tell him what they were talking about. No, he wasn't going to kidnap children and throw them off bridges. So why did everyone act like it?
Was it because he was a chameleon? Reptiles were always perceived as evil for some silly reasons. Someone probably made a stupid joke about cold blood and then exaggerated it into one big, widespread fact.
Leon pondered possibilities as he absent-mindedly walked away from the sapling, head down. Up ahead he heard giggling. Chameleons have the ability to move their eyes independently--meaning, they could move one eye while the other stayed the same. Leon did just that. Flicking his left eye toward the distance, he saw a group of little kids playing with a kickball. He got closer, and, like how the beetle reacted, the kids were alarmed. They froze, eyes bulging. A squirrel had kicked the ball at that instant; it was the only thing moving as it rolled and hit Leon dully on the foot.
What do I do now?
Leon bent over and picked up the ball. He paused, then stretched his arms out, offering awkwardly. The kids ran off.
I'm not sure entirely where this fanfic is going, but I have a good grasp on the plot. Also, in this, Leon isn't entirely the maniacal assassin. He's more of a good guy here.
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Creeping up the sapling tree planted on the outskirts of the city, the praying mantis stalked its prey. Gradually the mantis slowed as it snuck closer and closer to its victim, a blue beetle resting on a rose bud. The mantis could not afford to be seen. This beetle looked too huge and juicy to be missed.
The mantis was very close now. Perfect--the beetle was not looking its way. Taking one final step, the mantis rubbed its forelegs together and prepared to spring.
Something rustled behind the tree. Alerted, the beetle split its shell and flew away. The mantis whirled around, rearing up in a defensive pose. And then a long, stretchy tongue nabbed the mantis, pulling it off the tree and into an open mouth.
Leon Powalski snapped his mouth shut. After chewing loudly a few times, he walked ahead, catching up to the fleeing beetle. Leon reached up and plucked the beetle from the air. Pathetic, he thought. That was too easy. He tossed the wriggling beetle onto his tongue along with the hardly even swallowed mantis. In a moment both insects were gone.
Delicious. But boring. How many times had Leon done this? Around six or seven. Every day.
Leon resided in the Cornerian capital, a large, active city absolutely taken over by tall buildings and choked with technology. Two months had passed since the defeat of the Anglar Forces, a menacing underwater force attempting to take over the Lylat system. General Peppy Hare had dubbed this battle "Command." And, of course, Team Star Fox were the ones to come save the day. Thus, Star Fox Command. Leon tutted at that. He had jumped in to help, too, you know, along with Wolf O'Donnell and Panther Caroso, his wingmates. The three of them were a team in the past--Star Wolf. For the longest time Team Star Wolf had been considered a great threat. Tired of being seen as villains with hefty bounties over their heads, they'd agreed to help Star Fox fight the Anglars. Leon was reluctant to join forces at first, but after being reminded of the many ships he could shoot down, he happily complied.
So Star Wolf helped Fox and the others battle the Anglars, they won, parties went on and everything was so swell. For once Star Wolf got the credit they deserved: their bounties were removed, as well as their reputation of being bad guys.
At least, Wolf and Panther weren't villains anymore. Animals still treated Leon suspiciously. It amused him to see others cringe as he walked by, but it was annoying how they would give him wary looks and not turn around, at least not all the way. Chatting groups quietened. Mothers pulled their youngs ones close. Things couldn't be done freely when Leon was around.
Why? Leon often thought. Yes, he was the mercenary who talked most of the pleasure of tormenting the enemy, and rumors about being a past assassin travelled through many mouths. Contrary, though, Leon usually didn't attack unless hired to, or if he felt provoked. No, he was not about to threaten crowds with his blaster gun if they didn't tell him what they were talking about. No, he wasn't going to kidnap children and throw them off bridges. So why did everyone act like it?
Was it because he was a chameleon? Reptiles were always perceived as evil for some silly reasons. Someone probably made a stupid joke about cold blood and then exaggerated it into one big, widespread fact.
Leon pondered possibilities as he absent-mindedly walked away from the sapling, head down. Up ahead he heard giggling. Chameleons have the ability to move their eyes independently--meaning, they could move one eye while the other stayed the same. Leon did just that. Flicking his left eye toward the distance, he saw a group of little kids playing with a kickball. He got closer, and, like how the beetle reacted, the kids were alarmed. They froze, eyes bulging. A squirrel had kicked the ball at that instant; it was the only thing moving as it rolled and hit Leon dully on the foot.
What do I do now?
Leon bent over and picked up the ball. He paused, then stretched his arms out, offering awkwardly. The kids ran off.