|Bound Together By Fate: The Don Genie Saga
Author: BlackShadowGX PM
Captain Falcon is a man of Mystery, no one knows of his past. Until he meets up with a young woman, the dark shadows of his past soon resurfaces. What is Falcon hiding exactly? Rated T for certain themes and Language. Please read and review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,781 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 06-23-09 - Published: 01-13-09 - id: 4791157
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Bound Together By Fate Chapter 1
Disclamour: I do not own F-Zero, or any of its characters, Nintendo proudly owns this great series.
Prologue: Shadows of the Past
The year was 2554, Leonid System was cold and dark as ever, an empty black abyss of space and rocks filled this dead solar system. The star that once gave life to this system was now nothing more then a dwarf star, it was at the end of it's life span. Besides the small star, a large space craft was within this system it's purpose for being here was unkown. Due to the vaccuum of space no sound could be heared from the space craft. Inside a fight for survival was taking place.
Several men and women were slain inside, pools of blood on the floor and blood splattered across the wall. Some were shot in the head, others had their throat slit open by a jagged knife. They were all members of the Galatic Space Federation's High Mobile Patrol Unit under the command of Mason Summer. The Man responsible for the deaths of all these people was none other then Berserker, a hired thug and well known mercenary. He man's face remained hidden under a dark hooded robe. He had the nickname of the Grim Reaper, cause everywhere he went death followed. His current employer was Don Genie, a famous mogel head.
Don had hired Berserker to slay the members of the unit cause their leader had information linking Don to Black Shadow, the Lord of all Evil. Berserker never cared for Don genie, he just cared about the money Don would pay him to clean up the mess he might leave behind. coming up to the door to the cockpit of the ship, Berserker hit the button combination he got from one of the members saying he would spare their life if they told him the combination, Berserker of course slayed the person anyways, it was part of his job. As soon as the door open, several gun shots could be heared and a blinding white light engulfed the room, then the man woke up, and shot up in his bed. Sweat dripping down from his face. The shadows of his past haunted his dreams.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Bounty Hunter
"Another dreamless night" He thought as he shifted out of his bed, like clockwork he was up at 4:30 AM. This was nothing new to him, he hasn't had a good nights sleep in years. He sleeped in white boxers and a white tanktop, in a white sheeted bed. His bedroom was a dull room, nothing stood out at all. Taking a few minutes to straighten out his bed, he sighed softly, even he couldn't stand to live in a flithy home. "Home? No, I made this place my prison." Another thought ran through his head as he finished fixing his bed. He moved over to his closet, inside were some clothes that finally stood out from the room, a Blue flight suit & matching pants. Folding them up, and holding the clothes underneath his right arm, he moved over to his dresser and with his free hand removed white socks & boxers, yellow gloves & scarf, and orange wrist bands from the drawers. Having everything he needed, he approached his bedroom door, without touching the door, the large metal door split down the middle and opened up for the man to walk through.
The hallway he walked down, was like his room, dull white metal walls, floor, & ceiling, mixed with some grey colored metal doors. This never seemed to have bothered him however, he was going about his daily scheduel of getting ready. To a normal person, one couldn't tell the difference in the doors and what the room behind them contained, but he seems to have memorized where which rooms were at and didn't have a problem naviagating through this metal labyrinth. He stopped at another door, and in similar fashion to the previous door, opened to reveal the bathroom. Another dull colored room, the only thing that stuck out was the mirror above the sink, only because the reflection of the man was in the mirror at the time. He was around 6'7" in height, his body was built to be both athletic and powerful, his short brown hair was a rurely mess. His eyes were still mostly shut, nothing a warm shower couldn't fix. Placing his clothes on a small dresser next to the sink, he began to strip himself of his evening wear, his well built body being revealed.
He resembled the Greek Gods of old, very masculan look, except unlike the Greek gods, his body was covered in scars. Cutmarks, burns, and even a bullet wound above where his heart is located could be seen. Sighing in disgust as he looked in the mirror, He threw his dirty clothes into a hamper next to the door and stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water, the shower was filled with steam within seconds. His messy morning hair, now layed down on his head, his hands reaching for the body wash, it had a slight masculan scent as he rubbed the bubbly liquid on his body. After the body wash rinsed off he reached for the shampoo/conditioner bottle, on the bottle there was also a lable: dandruff control. He chuckled softly, "Never said I was perfect". After his shower, he grabbed a towel from the dresser, he dryed himself off and began to dress himself. The Blue flight suit now covering his body, a emblem of a Falcon could be seen on the back with 07 Blue Falcon written next to the bird of prey. The scarf he wore, was tied around his neck, and tucked into the chest area of his suit.
He was now at the sink, brushing his teeth. Spitting out the foamy substance, he then used mouthwash with a mountain chill semsation. After sitting the mouthwash out, he looked up at the mirror, his right eye showed a dark green iris, with some wrinkles around the eyelid, making him seem abit older then what he actually was. When he turned to the left side of his face, another sigh of disgust came from him, and left the bathroom. Taking another stroll down the metallic hallway, he stopped at a rather large door, this however didn't open when he appoarched. There was a code imput moduel next to the door, and wouldn't open unless the access code was entered. Stepping over to the machine and typing in the code, the large door opened, inside was a large garage and hanger area.
A large blue machine was sitting on a platform, the number 07 and Blue Falcon written on both the left and right side of the machine. Sitting next to the machine was a red helmet, with two yellow knobs on each side of the helmet. On the forhead of the Helmet was a Golden falcon with its wings spread. Walking up to the platform, he reached and picked up the red helmet and placed it over his head, fastning the helmet on by turning the two knobs twice counterclock wise, a visor came down over his eyes, giving him a Batman like appearance. "Captain Falcon" He said to himself, almost hating the name from his tone. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm still even alive today" he turned around, to look into the hanger, a large Star Cruiser was resting, it also resembled a falcon. The man grabbed a remote from platform and pressed a button, the Star Crusier seemed to have come to life, with lights coming on inside of the ship. "Time to go to work I suppose".
Next Chapter: The Caged Rebellous Soul
Note to readers: This prologue will be seen in later chapters but will be more detailed as we begin to find out more information on Captain Falcon's past. Hope you enjoyed the story.