Author's Note: Okay. I don't anything here. All related to StarFox belong
to Nintendo. Otherwise the only thing I own here is the plot and Chamille.
I've noticed while surfing the web that there was already a fanfic
character named Chamille, who is also the sister of Leon. Well, notice
this: Loooooooooong before I realized this, which was weeks ago, I had
ALREADY developed a fan character named Chamille. In fact, she was a
character in an original series I was writing years ago, but I decided to
place her in my StarFox Fanfic! So if the original owner of a Chamille
Powalski is reading this, note this: THIS Chamille Powalski is MY
character! If you insist on believing I'm stealing your character, then I
ask your permission to use her name. I REPEAT, I AM ASKING YOUR
PERMISSION!!! If you STILL insist on believing I'm committing plagiarism
(and I hate that too, believe me), e-mail me at [email protected], then
maybe we can talk this out (*struggles to catch her breath*). I know that
I've placed Tragedy/Angst as a genre, but that comes in later in the story,
otherwise it's mostly Humor/Romance (ironic, ain't it?) This story is Rated
R for extreme blood, gore, and violence, numerous death scenes, language,
rape scenes, and some sexual talk. Please R+R. Thank you. ~~ Imagen ~~
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Prologue: "Bloody Cries"
Wolf didn't even shudder as soon as he heard the screeching from the torture room. To him, it was a daily routine to hear of suffering and misery as he passed by the room of blood and torment. He didn't hate it, but he didn't enjoy it as well. To him, it's just racket. Racket from the pain and anguish of Leon Powalski's victims.
Unlike Wolf, Leon enjoyed his work. He enjoyed every single moment of his victims' faces grimacing from pain, bodies twisting and flinching in anguish, blood flying from his whip and rod, and their mouths gaping and screaming for mercy... Yet he, who is without clemency, just left them in the cold, stinging darkness. It was all power. And he loved it. The power to let his victims die a slow, painful death and not give them any mercy... Yes... it all power... all his...
Andrew and Pigma, two other members of the StarWolf Team, always wondered about the sadistic chameleon. Who is he? Where did he come from? How old is he? Who is his family and friends? Why does he torment his enemies? Does he even care if one member of his Team fell in the hands of death? So many questions remained unanswered. Whenever one of them asks, Leon would answer, "That's for me to know and for you to find out!" or "Why should I tell YOU?" or even, "Oh, geez, I dunno, ask someone who DOES!!!!" Of course, the monkey and pig received the hint quickly, and they learned to never ask the questions again, receiving either snappy comebacks as answers or silence.
Wolf never asked those questions, but he wondered about the mysterious lizard himself. Especially why he loves to inflict pain. Why? Not how, not when... why? Whenever the silver lupine watches his reptilian comrade torment his victims, all he does is whipping, slashing, burning, freezing, ripping, etc. He says he enjoys it, but neither his face nor his skin tone does. Wolf once did a study on how the chameleon's skin color responds to his emotions-- if it's green, he's calm and content. Yellow, he's frightened and is willing to yield. Tan, he's tired, hungry, cold, sad, etc. Multi-colors of spots and blotches, he's ready to fight. Multi-colored stripes, he's angry. Bright colors with spots and stripes plus a yellow mouth, he's in love, or how Andrew described it, "kinky" (he received a good punch in the face when Leon heard it). When pure black, he's very, very, VERY angry... in other words, the type of "angry" one would run from him to survive or otherwise feel his wrath.
Yet somehow, except when Leon is in camouflage, Wolf always found him green, but more like the dull green, as if he's not completely calm and content. He was never yellow, for he never feared nor yielded from a fight. He was never tan, for he never grew weary, he always fed himself whenever he's hungry, often avoided the cold if he wants to survive (since he's cold- blooded, both literally and figuratively), and never felt sad... in fact, it was rumored he never shed a tear, not even as a child. He was never in love, and whenever he wants to pick a fight or is very angry, his skin still remains green, therefore making him unpredictable. Wolf can never get that-- does Leon have the ability to control his feelings? After all, the chameleon's skin matches with his emotions-- if one cannot control his feelings, he cannot control his skin. Pure and simple. Like one's face would turn red when angry.
When he heard the cries of Leon's most recent victim, Wolf decided to take a look at his colleague's work. He stepped into the torture room, avoiding every puddle of blood and every disgusting mass of torn flesh. He covered his nose, the smell of burning flesh reaching his nostrils, always hating that smell. He approached Pigma and Andrew, who were also watching the lizard. He asked, "What are you two doing here?"
"Watching Leon..." Andrew muttered as he shuddered.
Wolf watched as Leon stripped naked of his latest victim, a Macbethan zebra. Leon tied ropes around the zebra's wrists, ankles, tails, and genitals (I warned you why it's rated R), then tied the other ends of the ropes to six different machines. Leon warned Andrew, "I am warning you, my primate comrade, this is unsuitable for one your age."
"I'm eighteen! I can handle it!"
"Yeah, right...."
Leon walked to the main control bench of the machines. He flipped a few switches, pulled three levers, then pressed a big, red button. The gears whirred, making loud creaking, and the machines began to move away from the zebra. The striped horse watched in horror as the metal moved slowly away from him, pulling the ropes taut and tight. His limbs, tail, and manhood were at first gently pulled, and he knew right away what was going to happen. He pleaded, "No, please, Powalski-san, don't! I beg you, please, stop!"
Leon only stood there. Pigma stepped back, knowing the results of this type of torment, Andrew and Wolf watching him then doing the same, keeping a safe distance from the zebra. As the machines moved further and further from the victim, his joints popped and ripped, that sickening sound ringing in their ears. Chills ran down Andrew's spine, and cravenly he stepped behind Wolf. More popping noises went off, and Andrew felt like he could no longer watch. Wolf did, and he gasped as blood spurted from the zebra's joints and crotch area, the machine and ropes finally ripping the man apart, dismembering him. As soon as the ropes dragged away the arms, legs, tail, and manhood, the remains of the zebra, just a head, neck, chest, stomach, and rump, fell to the floor in a puddle of blood.
Leon slowly walked upon the zebra, who was sobbing with tears falling from his eyes. "Mercy.... please.... if you must... kill me now, quickly..."
"No. I'll leave you here to die... slowly from loss of blood." He turned to his fellow pilots, "Shall we go?"
"You're just going to leave him here?" Pigma questioned.
"Of course. Let him die, slowly... and painfully."
Andrew was the first to leave. He slipped on a puddle of blood from his running, and he screamed like a girl as he quickly crawled to his feet and ran out. Pigma sighed as he followed him, and Wolf looked back at Leon and the dying zebra before he too left the torture room.
***
Chapter 1: "The Strange Woman"
It was two weeks after the defeat of Dr. Andross and the victory of the StarFox Team. The Androssian Empire has fallen, and StarFox has won the Lylat Wars.
StarFox...
Wolf O'Donnell hated that name. He hated Fox McCloud. He hated that vulpine ever since the day their rivalry began as a simple childish competition over who had the better skills of piloting and hand-to-hand combat in the Cornerian Flight Academy. Fox always won. He always did. And Wolf hated that. No matter how much he tried, practiced, or how hard he placed his corrupted heart into battle, he never won even once. The thought of that cocky Fox McCloud strutting through the streets of Corneria in a parade with balloons rising, confetti thrown, cars and floats driving, and people cheering for their hero was enough to make any sore loser to drive himself into suicide.
Wolf's wounds may have healed, but not his heart. That heart that had been corrupted and twisted by the evil minds of the fallen mad scientist. It was once pure, clean, innocent, and gentle, before jealousy ruled over that heart. Now it was tainted. And now the only thing Wolf could do to remove the distortion of his heart was to end his life.
From in his jacket pocket Wolf pulled out a large knife and held it up over his chest, ready to thrust the blade into his tainted heart. Before he did that, he closed his eyes and thought about his decision to end his life. It's over. It's all over. This must end now...
Before he thrust the blade into his chest, a scaly hand swiftly smacked the knife out of the lupine's own hands. Wolf watched as Leon struck the blade away from him, the knife flying several feet before stabbing into the stony floor. At the point of the blade right by the handle, very few drops of liquid crimson dripped on the floor. Wolf glanced at the lizard hand that struck the blade. On the side of his palm Leon's hand was cut and bleeding. Perhaps he blundered a bit when he smacked the weapon away. Yet the chameleon didn't even noticed his cut, and he placed his arm down with a strong, held fist, letting the blood fall.
"I must let you know, my dear lupine companion," Leon uttered with his deep, sinister accented voice, the one many have dreaded to hear. "That suicide is a coward's death and a craven's way of resolve a crisis, for that he believes that the only way to end it was to take his own life when there are so many other ways of ending the crisis."
Wolf growled. "Then YOU kill me! Do whatever you want! Torture me! Beat me! Whip me! Shock me! Freeze me! Behead or dismember me! I don't care how you do it, just do it now!!!"
Leon shook his head. "Despite your many failures, Commander, you are still the head of your Team. Replacing such a worthy combatant would only be proven difficult."
"Then what SHOULD I do?"
"What do you think?"
Wolf thought for a moment. "Hunt Fox McCloud down like a dog and kill him there?"
"When he least expects it. Wait until he and his Team places their guard down. Then pounce on them like the carnivorous hunter you are."
Wolf only glanced at his reptilian wingman with his only eye. He thought about what he said. He took it to consideration and has made his decision. But for how long will he have to do it? If he knew Fox he knew that they would stand together to make sure StarWolf is eliminated, regardless if it was their mission or not. Yet he must have his revenge. Yes. Wolf O'Donnell and his StarWolf Team must have their revenge!
Leon looked back at the large knife by merely turning his protruding eye to an angle, using only one as if demonstrating one of the amazing abilities of the chameleon. Wolf turned back to Leon's clenched fist and pointed at it, "You hand is bleeding."
The chameleon lifted his hand to his face. "So it is. I hardly noticed."
"How can you not? If it were me, I would have flinched the moment the blade touched my hand!"
"Because you are weak!"
Wolf paused.
Leon continued, "Perhaps it is because of your weakness that drove you to suicide. Luckily I came here to remind you of it and how you can strengthen yourself. One can be weak, but he cannot be weak forever... nor can he be strong forever. One can only be strong if he stands up and holds it up with endurance."
"Endurance..."
"Do me a favor for me, O'Donnell-kun," Leon said as he pulled his sleeve to cover his cut and turned to walk away. "May you please clean my mess up for me?"
"Why don't YOU do it?" Wolf complained.
"I have a new torture device to test out in one of my latest victims. Now excuse me. I have more blood to shed... and of course, not my own."
Wolf rolled his eye and sighed as he dug his hands into his pockets. No tissues or napkins. Might as well get them from the nearest bathroom. Wolf turned and followed Leon a few steps then turned to the nearest restroom and returned to the room where he and his wingman had their conversation.
By the time he arrived there, however, something strange was in view. Wolf blinked a bit and quieted and slowed his steps. Someone was there. A shadow. It was too small to be Andrew, yet too slim to be Pigma. And Leon was a much stronger built. So who is this fellow? It appeared to be.....
Womanly...
It had curves and figures like a woman, a slim graceful neck, slender arms, small hands, shapely legs, and tiny feet. There was a long, rope-like tail that coiled up. Wolf could not make out the head, though, but he could see that there was some type of ornament worn on it. The figure itself appeared to be wearing some kind of feathered robe with ribbons floating around the arms, making the figure look like some kind of woman from Japanese/Chinese mythology. Wherever that person got that costume must have had lots of money to buy such an outfit.
But all that didn't matter. What did matter was that the shadow was an intruder. And the intruder was wiping some of Leon's blood off the floor. Wolf barked viciously like the canine he is, "HEY!!!"
The shadow looked up then vanished in thin air. Wolf gasped and rubbed his one eye then gazed at where the figure disappeared. Nothing.
***
Days have passed, and no sign of StarFox. That didn't matter. Wolf took the advantage of StarFox's absence as a time to repose before he and his StarWolf Team would begin searching the entire galaxy for the fox and his crew.
It was a dreary rainy day in Fortuna. Wolf and his Team had their headquarters underground, where it was warm despite the merciless frost of the planet. Being a grey wolf, O'Donnell-kun can naturally handle the sinister chill in the air, the pit-pattering rain on his fur. He wore only a simple overcoat and worn out khakis, but nothing else. He can handle the rain.
He planned on heading to a bar where he can grab a drink. As he plodded in a nearly flooded alley a running stranger in a huge, black polyester jacket bumped into him. Wolf fell down unto a puddle of mud and water, and he growled and viciously tripped the running stranger, making whoever it was fall plat onto the water. He staggered up and grabbed the figure on the head, feeling a drenched scaly crest underneath his grasp. He pulled the stranger up to his face, "What is your bloody PROBLEM, @$$hole?!"
Wolf took a closer look at the stranger he held, who happened to be a chameleon. He looked just like his reptilian wingman. "L-Leon?"
"L-Leon?" the stranger repeated with a feminine voice. Wolf figured out right away that the stranger was really a woman.
It didn't matter. Man or woman, this person ran into Wolf and now she must pay. Wolf lifted the woman up and rammed her into a wall, pinning her there. "Where are you running to, missy? Somewhere f#cking important, huh?"
"N-Nowhere, sir!" the girl whimpered. "I-I just needed a roof to keep my head dry-"
Wolf raised his hand and struck the woman's face, causing her to spit blood as she spun in midair before falling back into the puddles of water. The Leon-look-alike woman whimpered as she held her mouth, kneeling in pain. Wolf kicked her down, barking at her, "Do that again, and I swear, you will live to regret it!"
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as Wolf turned to resume his trek to the nearest bar, the woman looked up to the plodding wolf. She shivered in the cold, mist released from her breath then dissipating in the rain as she muttered, "Leon?"
***
Wolf found that one bar in only a matter of minutes. He approached the creaking old wooden door, looking up at the sign that read "Dragon's Scourge Bar." "Nice name," Wolf muttered as he swung the door open then stormed inside.
The bar was only three-quarters full, several tables empty. Many men were there, chatting, playing card games, smoking, hitting on women who served them, and definitely drinking. Wolf coughed when one man puffed out smoke from a cigar, and he fanned his face as he walked on, looming to a bar top. He sat on a stool and looked around for the bartendress, who was wiping a mug. "Hey!" he called. "How about some booze over here?"
"Coming right up, sugar," the bartendress said she filled that mug she just cleaned with beer then slid it to Wolf. Wolf quickly grabbed the mug before it would fall, and he quickly chugged it down like hadn't drunk for months. He wiped the foam off his mouth and slammed the mug back on the countertop, but he did not bother to ask for more. Perhaps he decided to settle for just one mug of booze for the day.
Walking through the doorway was the chameleon woman who looked somehow like Leon, the same girl who ran into Wolf. She walked in pigeon-toed, as if anxious to enter a bar so full of large, drunk men. Three reptilian men, smoking cigarettes and their breaths reeking with alcohol noticed the nervous chameleon girl and rose from their seats, waiving their intense card game of black jack. They advanced to the woman, closing in on her until her back was against the wall. One reptile, an anole, leaned on the wall, his face looming near hers. She can smell the alcohol in his breath.
"Hey, baby," the anole mumbled. "What's a hot wench like you doing in a place like this?"
"I..." the chameleon started. "I came to see him!"
"See who?" the anole's gecko companion asked. The chameleon pointed at Wolf, who was burying his furry face in his paws. The gecko responded, "Him?"
Wolf's pointy ears twitched as he recognized the woman's voice. He turned around and glanced at the three men and woman reptiles, watching them.
The third reptile, a tuatara, placed his finger and thumb on the woman's chin. "Oh? So you dig mammals, do you, sweetie?"
"Oh, no, it's not that at all.... It's just that he may know someone I'm looking for!"
'What?' Wolf thought as he combed back his disheveled fur on his head.
"And who's this someone?" the anole asked.
"Um...... uh........ well..... I......"
"Ya know, you guys," the anole began. "This honey's a babe! What say we have some fun?"
The woman was afraid of that. "F-Fun? N-No...."
"Of course," the tuatara said. "She doesn't want to have it done..."
"Whew..."
"Not here, anyway!" The tuatara grabbed the woman by the waist then swung her on his shoulders, one hand clamped around her ankles and the other holding onto her waist. The woman screamed and cried, pounding on the man's back, but it did nothing. She pleaded for help, but no one responded but continued whatever they're doing as if nothing was happening. Wolf just simply ignored the woman, and turned back to his thinking as the three men took her away.
Wolf leaned on his arm then toyed with his mug. He watched the very few droplets of beer drip down from the rim of his mug. Clear, yellowish beer crawled down the glass, the wolf's reflection on the glass and the droplets themselves. He thought about what he overheard the woman say. He knows someone? Who? How does she know? All that happened was that they ran into each other in the rain and that he struck her down. How does she know of someone he knew?
Wait...
He did remember that he accidentally mistaken her for his reptilian comrade, Leon. What was he thinking? Sure, they were both chameleons, and they did sort of look the same, but there was a difference. The woman was beautiful, her face gentle and charming, her eyes like crystals and her lips like soft kissable pillows, as if she was some sort of angel. Leon, on the other hand, had a stern face, harsh and cruel, his eyes piercing and sinister and a forever frown that will always speak of evil and sadism, like a demon just waiting to impale a mortal unfaithful to God with a pitchfork of torture. There's definitely a difference. The woman and Leon. An angel and a demon. What's the sameness in that except they are both deities of the spiritual world? Or in a man and a woman chameleon? They're both alike.
Perhaps who she was looking for was the demon Leon. But why?...
Wolf nodded to himself and rose from his stool then headed out the door.
***
"NO!!! PLEASE!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Wolf heard the woman's cry out in the darkness. As soon as he set foot on the drenched earth he realized the rain was falling twice as heavy. Wolf then became conscious of the rain's heaviness and the death chill in the air and pulled the collar of his overcoat up, covering his neck, then closing the coat. He dashed out into the partly flooded alleys, the two-inch deep puddles splashing into his pants and fur.
He quickly followed the chameleon's screaming. It was bloody, loud, and echoing, hinting to Wolf's sensitive ears that she and the three men were not far away. He raced towards the screams, running through soaking alleys as the cries became high-pitched screeching. "They're doing their gawddamn dirty work... motherf#cking bastards!"
Very soon he caught the men and woman in a tad drier part of the deeper end of the alleys, just barely in time. The woman's clothes were completely ripped off, exposing her nude body to the pattering rain as the other two men pinned her down, ogling over her chest and cunt. The anole, the only one not pinning her down, was zipping down his pants, rubbing his cock, and readying for rape.
Wolf may be a villain, but there were some things that did disgust him beyond his values. As the anole leaned forward, placing his hands up the woman's legs, the young wolf quickly pulled out his blaster and quickly shot the man's genitals, singing it and spurting blood. The anole's companions immediately released their grips on the chameleon girl and grabbed their nearest weapons, a set of chains and a crowbar. Wolf shook his head, his familiar, arrogant smirk on his furry face. "Is that all you've got? You're not so tough."
The woman's eyes blurred as she turned her head to see the same wolf who struck her for running into him. The anole leaned on the wall, wincing on his hemorrhaging crotch as the tuatara and the gecko charged at Wolf. Calmly the lupine waited for the two to attack, the gecko swinging his crowbar and the tuatara his chains. Just right before the cold metal would touch a hair on his body, Wolf crouched and tripped the tuatara with his foot as he grabbed the gecko's crowbar and flung it, throwing the lizard with it into a brick wall. The tuatara scrambled to his feet and quickly wrapped his chains around Wolf's neck in a blink of an eye, tightening it to strangle him. But Wolf was prepared. The mammal slammed his tail unto the reptile's crotch, adding another painful injury to another lizard, making him lose the tautness of the chains. Wolf grabbed his opportunity to flip the mini-dinosaur into the ground, slamming him with a judo move. The tuatara was too dazed to roll out of the way when Wolf slammed his heel on his face, knocking him out.
The anole watched painfully as the gecko charged at the lupine again, taking another shot at striking the wolf. Wolf lost his reaction timing for that moment, and the crowbar successfully connected at the side of the wolf's face. The chameleon shook as she watched the skin ripped from Wolf's cheek and lip, is own blood shed and flying as the sound of a sickening crack sounded out and echoed in the alleys and pattering rain. Wolf spun in the air then fell on his side on a deep puddle, his blood fusing with the muddy water. The gecko cackled and raised his crowbar to strike again when Wolf hurriedly rolled onto his back and kicked up the lizard's jaw with both feet. The gecko fell back onto the brick wall, this time his skull cracking into the wall and knocking him out.
Both Wolf and the chameleon woman allowed the raindrops to fall on them as silence was regained in the alleys. The female watched the lupine wipe the blood off his face then take off his overcoat, wearing only a black tank top over his chest. He turned to the lying woman, completely stripped naked but unharmed. He threw the coat on the woman, covering her exposed part as he muttered, "Slut."
"You... you saved me..." the woman gasped.
Wolf stared as he sat on his legs by her. "So?"
"SO??? Just earlier you struck me down because I ran into you, then you come rescue me from being shamed by these men. Ironic, isn't it?"
Wolf only glared at the chameleon with his only eye as the water drenched his fur.
"I..." the woman continued. "I just want to thank you-"
"Look, the only reason I beat up those guys was because I was curious."
"Curious?..."
"Back at the bar you told the men who nearly f#cked you that you were looking for me because you were looking for someone. Who is that someone, may I ask, and how do you know if I know him?"
"My... my twin brother... Leon..."
Wolf paused. "Your..................................... WHAT???"
While the mammal and the reptile were having their little conversation, the anole crawled to where his accomplice dropped his crowbar then raised it over Wolf's head. "DIE, MOTHERFU-" Before he would finish Wolf stood up and roundhoused the anole into the pile of trashcans.
The chameleon praised. "You're amazing, mister..."
"Who is this Leon you're speaking of? I know a Leon, but I SERIOUSLY doubt he's your brother-"
"Is his last name Powalski?"
Silence returned to the alleys again.
***
Andrew whistled a happy tune when he finally finished preparing his double bacon and ham without Pigma being present. He was about to take a bite of his juicy sandwich when he heard the winds blowing from the opening doors then its slamming. Leaving his lunch in his clenching hands, the monkey rose from his stool and ran to the front. There he saw his leader, Wolf O'Donnell, drenched and wearing soaked up tank top and khakis, with his face torn, bruised, and bleeding. By his side was the chameleon woman who bears a feminine resemblance of Leon Powalski, wearing nothing but an overcoat, large and long enough to cover all her arms and thighs. Andrew whistled again, only it was a wolf whistle. "Damn, Wolf, I never knew you dig reptile chicks! Did ya get some action or what? And in the rain?"
"Shut the hoagie trap, Andrew!" Wolf snapped back. The girl chuckled.
"Whoa, do I hear a woman in the base???" Pigma shouted as he leaned out the doorway of the room he was in, a hoofed hand cupping over one of his ears. The chameleon soon caught sight of the leaning swine and backed a few inches. Pigma noticed the girl too. "Blech, a chameleon! Reptiles' ain't my type!"
"Are you gonna hook her up with Leon?" Andrew asked.
"I told you to shut it!" Wolf barked. The woman didn't chuckle this time.
Leon was testing his new torture device in a room not too far away from where the rest of the StarWolf Team was arguing. When he heard Pigma mention a chameleon woman and Andrew his name, he placed the stone mallet he was hoisting over his shoulder down and headed down the hall, wiping his crimson-stained hands. He soon arrived in the kitchen where Wolf, Andrew, Pigma, and the stranger met.
Pigma noticed the hoagie Andrew was holding. "HAM???!!! BACON???!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YA A$$HOLE!!!"
"I was hungry!!!" Andrew yelped. He threw the sandwich to Wolf, who caught it before it would fall apart in midair. "Want it, Wolf?"
"ANDREW!!!"
"I'm not hungry," Wolf said, shaking his head. He glanced at Pigma, then back at Andrew, "I don't eat garbage."
"HEY!!!" Pigma squealed.
"Just be glad he's not eating your kind, Dengar-san," Leon spoke. All eyes went on to the male chameleon as he approached the stranger. "Who's the wench?"
Wolf stuttered, "Uh... um..."
"Leon! Twin brother!" the woman shouted for joy as she ran to Leon and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. Everyone, including Leon, was shocked.
"B-B-Brother???!!!" Leon spat in surprise. He shoved the woman away from him and staggered a few steps back. "Who the hell are you?"
"It's me! Chamille! Don't you remember me?"
"C-Chamille?"
"Chamille?" Andrew repeated. He suddenly fell on the floor and rolled with laughter.
Wolf kicked him on the side. "What the bloody hell's your problem?"
"Don't you get it, Wolf? Chamille? Leon? Chamille? Leon? Chameleon???!!!"
Wolf kicked him again.
Pigma shook his head and turned to the male lizard, "Why didn't you tell us you had a sister, Leon?"
"A sis- I don't have one! I don't even know her!" he barked angrily.
Wolf lifted an eyebrow. "Don't remember her?"
"How could I remember if I never met her-"
"Try to remember, brother!" Chamille began. "Remember... fifteen years ago... we were little kids... terrorists destroyed our home and mother and father... we were placed in a shelter, but you ran away! Don't you remember?"
Suddenly Leon froze, his mouth almost gaping and his eyes staring blankly at Chamille. The girl gazed into his eyes. Behind them, fear seemed to shake him up. Somewhere in that sadistic brain of his, or perhaps in his black heart, something is being remembered. A part of him....... recalling the past events that ever happened in his life. Visions of fire... blood... rage... screams... cries... death... they all seem to rush before his eyes. Leon's lips quivered, searching for the words to say as he gasped for air from shock. "I... I..."
"Leon.... do you remember? Do you remember?"
Leon began to calm, the usual frown returning in his face. "Nope."
The lizard turned his back on the woman. "Listen, woman-"
"Chamille!"
"Chamille, whatever!" he groaned as he began walking back to his torture chamber. "Listen, Chamille, you've got the wrong man. Nothing like that ever happened to me... nothing like it in fifteen years!"
"Do you remember anything fifteen years ago?"
Leon paused before he continued. "................................ No."
The rest of the StarWolf Team and Chamille watched silently as the lizard returned to his work. When the silence was broken with a victim's bloody cry, Pigma sighed. "I hate it when he does that." He caught at the corner of his eye of Andrew trying to bite his hoagie. The boar growled furiously as he lunged at the hungry monkey.
Chamille watched the two men fight as she stood at the drenched Wolf. She looked up to him, "Why don't you go dress up, O'Donnell-san? You'll catch a cold!"
"My species hardly catches a cold. Dressing up isn't a bad idea, though," he said as he turned to another hallway to his bedroom. Chamille took this as an opportunity to slip by the brawling pig and monkey and enter Leon's chamber.
((to be continued...))
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Prologue: "Bloody Cries"
Wolf didn't even shudder as soon as he heard the screeching from the torture room. To him, it was a daily routine to hear of suffering and misery as he passed by the room of blood and torment. He didn't hate it, but he didn't enjoy it as well. To him, it's just racket. Racket from the pain and anguish of Leon Powalski's victims.
Unlike Wolf, Leon enjoyed his work. He enjoyed every single moment of his victims' faces grimacing from pain, bodies twisting and flinching in anguish, blood flying from his whip and rod, and their mouths gaping and screaming for mercy... Yet he, who is without clemency, just left them in the cold, stinging darkness. It was all power. And he loved it. The power to let his victims die a slow, painful death and not give them any mercy... Yes... it all power... all his...
Andrew and Pigma, two other members of the StarWolf Team, always wondered about the sadistic chameleon. Who is he? Where did he come from? How old is he? Who is his family and friends? Why does he torment his enemies? Does he even care if one member of his Team fell in the hands of death? So many questions remained unanswered. Whenever one of them asks, Leon would answer, "That's for me to know and for you to find out!" or "Why should I tell YOU?" or even, "Oh, geez, I dunno, ask someone who DOES!!!!" Of course, the monkey and pig received the hint quickly, and they learned to never ask the questions again, receiving either snappy comebacks as answers or silence.
Wolf never asked those questions, but he wondered about the mysterious lizard himself. Especially why he loves to inflict pain. Why? Not how, not when... why? Whenever the silver lupine watches his reptilian comrade torment his victims, all he does is whipping, slashing, burning, freezing, ripping, etc. He says he enjoys it, but neither his face nor his skin tone does. Wolf once did a study on how the chameleon's skin color responds to his emotions-- if it's green, he's calm and content. Yellow, he's frightened and is willing to yield. Tan, he's tired, hungry, cold, sad, etc. Multi-colors of spots and blotches, he's ready to fight. Multi-colored stripes, he's angry. Bright colors with spots and stripes plus a yellow mouth, he's in love, or how Andrew described it, "kinky" (he received a good punch in the face when Leon heard it). When pure black, he's very, very, VERY angry... in other words, the type of "angry" one would run from him to survive or otherwise feel his wrath.
Yet somehow, except when Leon is in camouflage, Wolf always found him green, but more like the dull green, as if he's not completely calm and content. He was never yellow, for he never feared nor yielded from a fight. He was never tan, for he never grew weary, he always fed himself whenever he's hungry, often avoided the cold if he wants to survive (since he's cold- blooded, both literally and figuratively), and never felt sad... in fact, it was rumored he never shed a tear, not even as a child. He was never in love, and whenever he wants to pick a fight or is very angry, his skin still remains green, therefore making him unpredictable. Wolf can never get that-- does Leon have the ability to control his feelings? After all, the chameleon's skin matches with his emotions-- if one cannot control his feelings, he cannot control his skin. Pure and simple. Like one's face would turn red when angry.
When he heard the cries of Leon's most recent victim, Wolf decided to take a look at his colleague's work. He stepped into the torture room, avoiding every puddle of blood and every disgusting mass of torn flesh. He covered his nose, the smell of burning flesh reaching his nostrils, always hating that smell. He approached Pigma and Andrew, who were also watching the lizard. He asked, "What are you two doing here?"
"Watching Leon..." Andrew muttered as he shuddered.
Wolf watched as Leon stripped naked of his latest victim, a Macbethan zebra. Leon tied ropes around the zebra's wrists, ankles, tails, and genitals (I warned you why it's rated R), then tied the other ends of the ropes to six different machines. Leon warned Andrew, "I am warning you, my primate comrade, this is unsuitable for one your age."
"I'm eighteen! I can handle it!"
"Yeah, right...."
Leon walked to the main control bench of the machines. He flipped a few switches, pulled three levers, then pressed a big, red button. The gears whirred, making loud creaking, and the machines began to move away from the zebra. The striped horse watched in horror as the metal moved slowly away from him, pulling the ropes taut and tight. His limbs, tail, and manhood were at first gently pulled, and he knew right away what was going to happen. He pleaded, "No, please, Powalski-san, don't! I beg you, please, stop!"
Leon only stood there. Pigma stepped back, knowing the results of this type of torment, Andrew and Wolf watching him then doing the same, keeping a safe distance from the zebra. As the machines moved further and further from the victim, his joints popped and ripped, that sickening sound ringing in their ears. Chills ran down Andrew's spine, and cravenly he stepped behind Wolf. More popping noises went off, and Andrew felt like he could no longer watch. Wolf did, and he gasped as blood spurted from the zebra's joints and crotch area, the machine and ropes finally ripping the man apart, dismembering him. As soon as the ropes dragged away the arms, legs, tail, and manhood, the remains of the zebra, just a head, neck, chest, stomach, and rump, fell to the floor in a puddle of blood.
Leon slowly walked upon the zebra, who was sobbing with tears falling from his eyes. "Mercy.... please.... if you must... kill me now, quickly..."
"No. I'll leave you here to die... slowly from loss of blood." He turned to his fellow pilots, "Shall we go?"
"You're just going to leave him here?" Pigma questioned.
"Of course. Let him die, slowly... and painfully."
Andrew was the first to leave. He slipped on a puddle of blood from his running, and he screamed like a girl as he quickly crawled to his feet and ran out. Pigma sighed as he followed him, and Wolf looked back at Leon and the dying zebra before he too left the torture room.
***
Chapter 1: "The Strange Woman"
It was two weeks after the defeat of Dr. Andross and the victory of the StarFox Team. The Androssian Empire has fallen, and StarFox has won the Lylat Wars.
StarFox...
Wolf O'Donnell hated that name. He hated Fox McCloud. He hated that vulpine ever since the day their rivalry began as a simple childish competition over who had the better skills of piloting and hand-to-hand combat in the Cornerian Flight Academy. Fox always won. He always did. And Wolf hated that. No matter how much he tried, practiced, or how hard he placed his corrupted heart into battle, he never won even once. The thought of that cocky Fox McCloud strutting through the streets of Corneria in a parade with balloons rising, confetti thrown, cars and floats driving, and people cheering for their hero was enough to make any sore loser to drive himself into suicide.
Wolf's wounds may have healed, but not his heart. That heart that had been corrupted and twisted by the evil minds of the fallen mad scientist. It was once pure, clean, innocent, and gentle, before jealousy ruled over that heart. Now it was tainted. And now the only thing Wolf could do to remove the distortion of his heart was to end his life.
From in his jacket pocket Wolf pulled out a large knife and held it up over his chest, ready to thrust the blade into his tainted heart. Before he did that, he closed his eyes and thought about his decision to end his life. It's over. It's all over. This must end now...
Before he thrust the blade into his chest, a scaly hand swiftly smacked the knife out of the lupine's own hands. Wolf watched as Leon struck the blade away from him, the knife flying several feet before stabbing into the stony floor. At the point of the blade right by the handle, very few drops of liquid crimson dripped on the floor. Wolf glanced at the lizard hand that struck the blade. On the side of his palm Leon's hand was cut and bleeding. Perhaps he blundered a bit when he smacked the weapon away. Yet the chameleon didn't even noticed his cut, and he placed his arm down with a strong, held fist, letting the blood fall.
"I must let you know, my dear lupine companion," Leon uttered with his deep, sinister accented voice, the one many have dreaded to hear. "That suicide is a coward's death and a craven's way of resolve a crisis, for that he believes that the only way to end it was to take his own life when there are so many other ways of ending the crisis."
Wolf growled. "Then YOU kill me! Do whatever you want! Torture me! Beat me! Whip me! Shock me! Freeze me! Behead or dismember me! I don't care how you do it, just do it now!!!"
Leon shook his head. "Despite your many failures, Commander, you are still the head of your Team. Replacing such a worthy combatant would only be proven difficult."
"Then what SHOULD I do?"
"What do you think?"
Wolf thought for a moment. "Hunt Fox McCloud down like a dog and kill him there?"
"When he least expects it. Wait until he and his Team places their guard down. Then pounce on them like the carnivorous hunter you are."
Wolf only glanced at his reptilian wingman with his only eye. He thought about what he said. He took it to consideration and has made his decision. But for how long will he have to do it? If he knew Fox he knew that they would stand together to make sure StarWolf is eliminated, regardless if it was their mission or not. Yet he must have his revenge. Yes. Wolf O'Donnell and his StarWolf Team must have their revenge!
Leon looked back at the large knife by merely turning his protruding eye to an angle, using only one as if demonstrating one of the amazing abilities of the chameleon. Wolf turned back to Leon's clenched fist and pointed at it, "You hand is bleeding."
The chameleon lifted his hand to his face. "So it is. I hardly noticed."
"How can you not? If it were me, I would have flinched the moment the blade touched my hand!"
"Because you are weak!"
Wolf paused.
Leon continued, "Perhaps it is because of your weakness that drove you to suicide. Luckily I came here to remind you of it and how you can strengthen yourself. One can be weak, but he cannot be weak forever... nor can he be strong forever. One can only be strong if he stands up and holds it up with endurance."
"Endurance..."
"Do me a favor for me, O'Donnell-kun," Leon said as he pulled his sleeve to cover his cut and turned to walk away. "May you please clean my mess up for me?"
"Why don't YOU do it?" Wolf complained.
"I have a new torture device to test out in one of my latest victims. Now excuse me. I have more blood to shed... and of course, not my own."
Wolf rolled his eye and sighed as he dug his hands into his pockets. No tissues or napkins. Might as well get them from the nearest bathroom. Wolf turned and followed Leon a few steps then turned to the nearest restroom and returned to the room where he and his wingman had their conversation.
By the time he arrived there, however, something strange was in view. Wolf blinked a bit and quieted and slowed his steps. Someone was there. A shadow. It was too small to be Andrew, yet too slim to be Pigma. And Leon was a much stronger built. So who is this fellow? It appeared to be.....
Womanly...
It had curves and figures like a woman, a slim graceful neck, slender arms, small hands, shapely legs, and tiny feet. There was a long, rope-like tail that coiled up. Wolf could not make out the head, though, but he could see that there was some type of ornament worn on it. The figure itself appeared to be wearing some kind of feathered robe with ribbons floating around the arms, making the figure look like some kind of woman from Japanese/Chinese mythology. Wherever that person got that costume must have had lots of money to buy such an outfit.
But all that didn't matter. What did matter was that the shadow was an intruder. And the intruder was wiping some of Leon's blood off the floor. Wolf barked viciously like the canine he is, "HEY!!!"
The shadow looked up then vanished in thin air. Wolf gasped and rubbed his one eye then gazed at where the figure disappeared. Nothing.
***
Days have passed, and no sign of StarFox. That didn't matter. Wolf took the advantage of StarFox's absence as a time to repose before he and his StarWolf Team would begin searching the entire galaxy for the fox and his crew.
It was a dreary rainy day in Fortuna. Wolf and his Team had their headquarters underground, where it was warm despite the merciless frost of the planet. Being a grey wolf, O'Donnell-kun can naturally handle the sinister chill in the air, the pit-pattering rain on his fur. He wore only a simple overcoat and worn out khakis, but nothing else. He can handle the rain.
He planned on heading to a bar where he can grab a drink. As he plodded in a nearly flooded alley a running stranger in a huge, black polyester jacket bumped into him. Wolf fell down unto a puddle of mud and water, and he growled and viciously tripped the running stranger, making whoever it was fall plat onto the water. He staggered up and grabbed the figure on the head, feeling a drenched scaly crest underneath his grasp. He pulled the stranger up to his face, "What is your bloody PROBLEM, @$$hole?!"
Wolf took a closer look at the stranger he held, who happened to be a chameleon. He looked just like his reptilian wingman. "L-Leon?"
"L-Leon?" the stranger repeated with a feminine voice. Wolf figured out right away that the stranger was really a woman.
It didn't matter. Man or woman, this person ran into Wolf and now she must pay. Wolf lifted the woman up and rammed her into a wall, pinning her there. "Where are you running to, missy? Somewhere f#cking important, huh?"
"N-Nowhere, sir!" the girl whimpered. "I-I just needed a roof to keep my head dry-"
Wolf raised his hand and struck the woman's face, causing her to spit blood as she spun in midair before falling back into the puddles of water. The Leon-look-alike woman whimpered as she held her mouth, kneeling in pain. Wolf kicked her down, barking at her, "Do that again, and I swear, you will live to regret it!"
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as Wolf turned to resume his trek to the nearest bar, the woman looked up to the plodding wolf. She shivered in the cold, mist released from her breath then dissipating in the rain as she muttered, "Leon?"
***
Wolf found that one bar in only a matter of minutes. He approached the creaking old wooden door, looking up at the sign that read "Dragon's Scourge Bar." "Nice name," Wolf muttered as he swung the door open then stormed inside.
The bar was only three-quarters full, several tables empty. Many men were there, chatting, playing card games, smoking, hitting on women who served them, and definitely drinking. Wolf coughed when one man puffed out smoke from a cigar, and he fanned his face as he walked on, looming to a bar top. He sat on a stool and looked around for the bartendress, who was wiping a mug. "Hey!" he called. "How about some booze over here?"
"Coming right up, sugar," the bartendress said she filled that mug she just cleaned with beer then slid it to Wolf. Wolf quickly grabbed the mug before it would fall, and he quickly chugged it down like hadn't drunk for months. He wiped the foam off his mouth and slammed the mug back on the countertop, but he did not bother to ask for more. Perhaps he decided to settle for just one mug of booze for the day.
Walking through the doorway was the chameleon woman who looked somehow like Leon, the same girl who ran into Wolf. She walked in pigeon-toed, as if anxious to enter a bar so full of large, drunk men. Three reptilian men, smoking cigarettes and their breaths reeking with alcohol noticed the nervous chameleon girl and rose from their seats, waiving their intense card game of black jack. They advanced to the woman, closing in on her until her back was against the wall. One reptile, an anole, leaned on the wall, his face looming near hers. She can smell the alcohol in his breath.
"Hey, baby," the anole mumbled. "What's a hot wench like you doing in a place like this?"
"I..." the chameleon started. "I came to see him!"
"See who?" the anole's gecko companion asked. The chameleon pointed at Wolf, who was burying his furry face in his paws. The gecko responded, "Him?"
Wolf's pointy ears twitched as he recognized the woman's voice. He turned around and glanced at the three men and woman reptiles, watching them.
The third reptile, a tuatara, placed his finger and thumb on the woman's chin. "Oh? So you dig mammals, do you, sweetie?"
"Oh, no, it's not that at all.... It's just that he may know someone I'm looking for!"
'What?' Wolf thought as he combed back his disheveled fur on his head.
"And who's this someone?" the anole asked.
"Um...... uh........ well..... I......"
"Ya know, you guys," the anole began. "This honey's a babe! What say we have some fun?"
The woman was afraid of that. "F-Fun? N-No...."
"Of course," the tuatara said. "She doesn't want to have it done..."
"Whew..."
"Not here, anyway!" The tuatara grabbed the woman by the waist then swung her on his shoulders, one hand clamped around her ankles and the other holding onto her waist. The woman screamed and cried, pounding on the man's back, but it did nothing. She pleaded for help, but no one responded but continued whatever they're doing as if nothing was happening. Wolf just simply ignored the woman, and turned back to his thinking as the three men took her away.
Wolf leaned on his arm then toyed with his mug. He watched the very few droplets of beer drip down from the rim of his mug. Clear, yellowish beer crawled down the glass, the wolf's reflection on the glass and the droplets themselves. He thought about what he overheard the woman say. He knows someone? Who? How does she know? All that happened was that they ran into each other in the rain and that he struck her down. How does she know of someone he knew?
Wait...
He did remember that he accidentally mistaken her for his reptilian comrade, Leon. What was he thinking? Sure, they were both chameleons, and they did sort of look the same, but there was a difference. The woman was beautiful, her face gentle and charming, her eyes like crystals and her lips like soft kissable pillows, as if she was some sort of angel. Leon, on the other hand, had a stern face, harsh and cruel, his eyes piercing and sinister and a forever frown that will always speak of evil and sadism, like a demon just waiting to impale a mortal unfaithful to God with a pitchfork of torture. There's definitely a difference. The woman and Leon. An angel and a demon. What's the sameness in that except they are both deities of the spiritual world? Or in a man and a woman chameleon? They're both alike.
Perhaps who she was looking for was the demon Leon. But why?...
Wolf nodded to himself and rose from his stool then headed out the door.
***
"NO!!! PLEASE!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Wolf heard the woman's cry out in the darkness. As soon as he set foot on the drenched earth he realized the rain was falling twice as heavy. Wolf then became conscious of the rain's heaviness and the death chill in the air and pulled the collar of his overcoat up, covering his neck, then closing the coat. He dashed out into the partly flooded alleys, the two-inch deep puddles splashing into his pants and fur.
He quickly followed the chameleon's screaming. It was bloody, loud, and echoing, hinting to Wolf's sensitive ears that she and the three men were not far away. He raced towards the screams, running through soaking alleys as the cries became high-pitched screeching. "They're doing their gawddamn dirty work... motherf#cking bastards!"
Very soon he caught the men and woman in a tad drier part of the deeper end of the alleys, just barely in time. The woman's clothes were completely ripped off, exposing her nude body to the pattering rain as the other two men pinned her down, ogling over her chest and cunt. The anole, the only one not pinning her down, was zipping down his pants, rubbing his cock, and readying for rape.
Wolf may be a villain, but there were some things that did disgust him beyond his values. As the anole leaned forward, placing his hands up the woman's legs, the young wolf quickly pulled out his blaster and quickly shot the man's genitals, singing it and spurting blood. The anole's companions immediately released their grips on the chameleon girl and grabbed their nearest weapons, a set of chains and a crowbar. Wolf shook his head, his familiar, arrogant smirk on his furry face. "Is that all you've got? You're not so tough."
The woman's eyes blurred as she turned her head to see the same wolf who struck her for running into him. The anole leaned on the wall, wincing on his hemorrhaging crotch as the tuatara and the gecko charged at Wolf. Calmly the lupine waited for the two to attack, the gecko swinging his crowbar and the tuatara his chains. Just right before the cold metal would touch a hair on his body, Wolf crouched and tripped the tuatara with his foot as he grabbed the gecko's crowbar and flung it, throwing the lizard with it into a brick wall. The tuatara scrambled to his feet and quickly wrapped his chains around Wolf's neck in a blink of an eye, tightening it to strangle him. But Wolf was prepared. The mammal slammed his tail unto the reptile's crotch, adding another painful injury to another lizard, making him lose the tautness of the chains. Wolf grabbed his opportunity to flip the mini-dinosaur into the ground, slamming him with a judo move. The tuatara was too dazed to roll out of the way when Wolf slammed his heel on his face, knocking him out.
The anole watched painfully as the gecko charged at the lupine again, taking another shot at striking the wolf. Wolf lost his reaction timing for that moment, and the crowbar successfully connected at the side of the wolf's face. The chameleon shook as she watched the skin ripped from Wolf's cheek and lip, is own blood shed and flying as the sound of a sickening crack sounded out and echoed in the alleys and pattering rain. Wolf spun in the air then fell on his side on a deep puddle, his blood fusing with the muddy water. The gecko cackled and raised his crowbar to strike again when Wolf hurriedly rolled onto his back and kicked up the lizard's jaw with both feet. The gecko fell back onto the brick wall, this time his skull cracking into the wall and knocking him out.
Both Wolf and the chameleon woman allowed the raindrops to fall on them as silence was regained in the alleys. The female watched the lupine wipe the blood off his face then take off his overcoat, wearing only a black tank top over his chest. He turned to the lying woman, completely stripped naked but unharmed. He threw the coat on the woman, covering her exposed part as he muttered, "Slut."
"You... you saved me..." the woman gasped.
Wolf stared as he sat on his legs by her. "So?"
"SO??? Just earlier you struck me down because I ran into you, then you come rescue me from being shamed by these men. Ironic, isn't it?"
Wolf only glared at the chameleon with his only eye as the water drenched his fur.
"I..." the woman continued. "I just want to thank you-"
"Look, the only reason I beat up those guys was because I was curious."
"Curious?..."
"Back at the bar you told the men who nearly f#cked you that you were looking for me because you were looking for someone. Who is that someone, may I ask, and how do you know if I know him?"
"My... my twin brother... Leon..."
Wolf paused. "Your..................................... WHAT???"
While the mammal and the reptile were having their little conversation, the anole crawled to where his accomplice dropped his crowbar then raised it over Wolf's head. "DIE, MOTHERFU-" Before he would finish Wolf stood up and roundhoused the anole into the pile of trashcans.
The chameleon praised. "You're amazing, mister..."
"Who is this Leon you're speaking of? I know a Leon, but I SERIOUSLY doubt he's your brother-"
"Is his last name Powalski?"
Silence returned to the alleys again.
***
Andrew whistled a happy tune when he finally finished preparing his double bacon and ham without Pigma being present. He was about to take a bite of his juicy sandwich when he heard the winds blowing from the opening doors then its slamming. Leaving his lunch in his clenching hands, the monkey rose from his stool and ran to the front. There he saw his leader, Wolf O'Donnell, drenched and wearing soaked up tank top and khakis, with his face torn, bruised, and bleeding. By his side was the chameleon woman who bears a feminine resemblance of Leon Powalski, wearing nothing but an overcoat, large and long enough to cover all her arms and thighs. Andrew whistled again, only it was a wolf whistle. "Damn, Wolf, I never knew you dig reptile chicks! Did ya get some action or what? And in the rain?"
"Shut the hoagie trap, Andrew!" Wolf snapped back. The girl chuckled.
"Whoa, do I hear a woman in the base???" Pigma shouted as he leaned out the doorway of the room he was in, a hoofed hand cupping over one of his ears. The chameleon soon caught sight of the leaning swine and backed a few inches. Pigma noticed the girl too. "Blech, a chameleon! Reptiles' ain't my type!"
"Are you gonna hook her up with Leon?" Andrew asked.
"I told you to shut it!" Wolf barked. The woman didn't chuckle this time.
Leon was testing his new torture device in a room not too far away from where the rest of the StarWolf Team was arguing. When he heard Pigma mention a chameleon woman and Andrew his name, he placed the stone mallet he was hoisting over his shoulder down and headed down the hall, wiping his crimson-stained hands. He soon arrived in the kitchen where Wolf, Andrew, Pigma, and the stranger met.
Pigma noticed the hoagie Andrew was holding. "HAM???!!! BACON???!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YA A$$HOLE!!!"
"I was hungry!!!" Andrew yelped. He threw the sandwich to Wolf, who caught it before it would fall apart in midair. "Want it, Wolf?"
"ANDREW!!!"
"I'm not hungry," Wolf said, shaking his head. He glanced at Pigma, then back at Andrew, "I don't eat garbage."
"HEY!!!" Pigma squealed.
"Just be glad he's not eating your kind, Dengar-san," Leon spoke. All eyes went on to the male chameleon as he approached the stranger. "Who's the wench?"
Wolf stuttered, "Uh... um..."
"Leon! Twin brother!" the woman shouted for joy as she ran to Leon and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. Everyone, including Leon, was shocked.
"B-B-Brother???!!!" Leon spat in surprise. He shoved the woman away from him and staggered a few steps back. "Who the hell are you?"
"It's me! Chamille! Don't you remember me?"
"C-Chamille?"
"Chamille?" Andrew repeated. He suddenly fell on the floor and rolled with laughter.
Wolf kicked him on the side. "What the bloody hell's your problem?"
"Don't you get it, Wolf? Chamille? Leon? Chamille? Leon? Chameleon???!!!"
Wolf kicked him again.
Pigma shook his head and turned to the male lizard, "Why didn't you tell us you had a sister, Leon?"
"A sis- I don't have one! I don't even know her!" he barked angrily.
Wolf lifted an eyebrow. "Don't remember her?"
"How could I remember if I never met her-"
"Try to remember, brother!" Chamille began. "Remember... fifteen years ago... we were little kids... terrorists destroyed our home and mother and father... we were placed in a shelter, but you ran away! Don't you remember?"
Suddenly Leon froze, his mouth almost gaping and his eyes staring blankly at Chamille. The girl gazed into his eyes. Behind them, fear seemed to shake him up. Somewhere in that sadistic brain of his, or perhaps in his black heart, something is being remembered. A part of him....... recalling the past events that ever happened in his life. Visions of fire... blood... rage... screams... cries... death... they all seem to rush before his eyes. Leon's lips quivered, searching for the words to say as he gasped for air from shock. "I... I..."
"Leon.... do you remember? Do you remember?"
Leon began to calm, the usual frown returning in his face. "Nope."
The lizard turned his back on the woman. "Listen, woman-"
"Chamille!"
"Chamille, whatever!" he groaned as he began walking back to his torture chamber. "Listen, Chamille, you've got the wrong man. Nothing like that ever happened to me... nothing like it in fifteen years!"
"Do you remember anything fifteen years ago?"
Leon paused before he continued. "................................ No."
The rest of the StarWolf Team and Chamille watched silently as the lizard returned to his work. When the silence was broken with a victim's bloody cry, Pigma sighed. "I hate it when he does that." He caught at the corner of his eye of Andrew trying to bite his hoagie. The boar growled furiously as he lunged at the hungry monkey.
Chamille watched the two men fight as she stood at the drenched Wolf. She looked up to him, "Why don't you go dress up, O'Donnell-san? You'll catch a cold!"
"My species hardly catches a cold. Dressing up isn't a bad idea, though," he said as he turned to another hallway to his bedroom. Chamille took this as an opportunity to slip by the brawling pig and monkey and enter Leon's chamber.
((to be continued...))
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