Prologue

Hello everybody. I finally decided to remake 'Losing A Friend.' Hopefully this one is better than the first. I would like to thank "muggleborn dragon ryder" for inspiring me.

Oh and with my other story 'Getting In Too Deep.' I am almost finished with all the chapters, I just need to edit them. I thought that it might be better for me to complete them first then put them on fanfiction.

It was a peaceful night on Montressor, everyone was sleeping. The dark sky was so clear, allowing the stars to set off a bright glow. All species were tucked away in their beds, sweet dreams filling their minds. Except for one man whose mind was never put to rest.

A dark figure moved swiftly through the night, his dark clothing making him blend into the dark. His face was covered with a hood, casting a shadow over his eyes. His long, dark coat trailed behind him as he ran through the town of Montressor, the small mining planet. He came to a halt, a creepy smile spreading across his lips at the sight of what he had been searching for. It was a large house, one that was very familiar to certain people.

He crept up to the house, tugging his hood further over his face as to not be identified. He walked past the door, creeping around the back to a window that wasn't covered. He peered through it, his gaze scanning the dark and empty area, nothing in the room except for tables, chairs, cabinets and a lot of other boring stuff. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out what appeared to be a laser gun, stepping back and aiming it at the glass.

SMASH!

A cat lady, who had been fast asleep upstairs, awoke with a start at the sudden loud noise. She listened for a moment, her ears twitching slightly, staying as still as possible. Could it be a robber that had broken into the house? Upon hearing rustled noises and soft thuds coming from one of the rooms down stairs, she guessed her theory was correct. She leaned over to the person next to her who was snoring as loud as a bear. She began lightly shaking him, her voice soft but stern. "Delbert... Wake up... I think there's someone in the house..." she told her half asleep husband.

The dog man, whose name was Delbert, drifted out of his dream land, staring groggily up at his wife, his vision trying to focus on her blurry image. "What?" he questioned, hugging the pillow beneath his head.

"There's someone in the house," she repeated, more stern and straight forward than before. Delbert retrieved his glasses from the desk next to him, rubbing the sand from his eyes before placing them on the bridge of his nose.

"S-Someones in our house?" he questioned, the information finally sinking in. His eyes grew wide, seeming much more alert than Amelia, however, she was hardly ever afraid.

"I will check it out, no one steals from me." Amelia slowly got to her feet, staring at Delbert with a stern look when she noticed that he had not moved a muscle. Seeing the look she was giving him, he stumbled to his feet, the blanket coming with him. He kicked around on the floor, attempting to prey the sheet off his figure. Amelia just rolled her eyes, feeling almost embarrassed for him. When he finally got himself settled, he gave her a sheepish smile, showing off his white teeth. "Come on..." She snatched a pistol from her drawer, tucking it safely into her pocket.

She crept out the door, the old wooden floor creaking with every step they took, no matter how hard the couple tried to muffle the sound. The stairs were even harder to get down, it creaked even louder, even worse when they tried to walk quicker. Or in Delbert's state, stumble down. Once they reached the bottom, they could both hear the rustling sound loud and clear now. It was as if the intruding was searching for something.

"That's my office? What is he looking for in there?" Delbert whispered, quickly getting hushed by Amelia.

"Call the police," she whispered back before creeping towards the room, tip toeing as quickly as she could. The ugly mat that she hated was very helpful in this department. She pulled the gun out from its secret place, holding it towards her chest in defense. Once she reached the door, she inhaled a deep breath, still hearing the cluttering going on from behind the door. In a swift movement, she flanged open the door, aiming her gun at the intruder.

He stared back at her, his face still covered by the hood, but she caught the smirk that spreaded across his lips at the sight of the Captain, seeming almost amused. In his hands, he held an old folder which might had been what he was after. "Drop the folder and put your hands up," Amelia ordered, never tearing her gaze off this unfamiliar stranger.

He took one hand off his treasure, holding it above his head. She watched him carefully, suspiciously narrowing her bright cat eyes at him. With one flick of the wrist, the cabinet that was next to her began falling forward. She released a surprised shriek, the gun falling out of her grip as the large object fell onto her figure, the pistol flying in front of his feet. He chuckled, retrieving the weapon before leaping out the window just seconds before Delbert rushed into the room, holding a bat in his shaky hands.

His face fell upon seeing there was no one in here, but also because his precious office had been wrecked completely. He scanned the destroyed area, his eyes growing wide upon seeing a familiar hand sticking out from upon the fallen cabinet. He rushed into action, pulling the heavy object off his wife with all the strength that he could master. He kneeled down beside her, cradling Amelia in his arms, a look of concern shining in his eyes. "Amelia, are you alright?"

Amelia weakly opened her eyes, the familiar dog face came into view. "I am fine... Where is the intruder?" she asked, her voice weak.

"He's gone, he escaped..."

"I must go after him... Nobody escapes me..." Amelia tried getting to her feet, only to realize she had worse injuries than she first thought, causing her to stay on the ground, staring out the opened window.

"I called the police, they should be here soon. Did he take anything?"

"A folder. That was it."

"A folder?" Delbert questioned, confusion flooding his eyes. "There's nothing in here but research that I've been doing. What would he want with any of that?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this..."

Deep in the dark, creepy forest, a dark figure ran through the million of trees, his long dark coat trailing behind him. The dark clouds covered the stars that had been shinning so brightly just moments before, it was as if they were trying to hide because of the disaster. The figure came to a halt in front of what looked like an ordinary tree. But if you thought that than you were wrong. He banged his knuckles against it as softly as he could, a light echoing sound emerging from it, like metal. The trunk of the tree suddenly opened up, revealing a glow. He suspiciously looked over his surroundings before stepping into it, disappearing into the light.

Inside was a large room with stairs leading up to a throne where a large man sat. "Who dares wishes to speak to me?" his voice was loud and rough, his gaze piercing the young man below him.

"It's me, sir," he replied confidently despite the man's harsh tone. He stepped up to the stairs, holding up a folder with a smirk playing on his lips. "I got it, sir."

The large man grinned, gesturing towards him. Smiling, the hooded man ascended up the stairs until reaching the very top. He handed over the folder which the large red skinned alien accepted, not wasting anytime in going through it. His grin from moments before faded as he held up a familiar picture of someone, glaring down at it. The younger man stared at the large man in confusion for his sudden mood change. "This man... I remember him... That blasted pirate is the reason I'm in hiding!"

"Who is it?"

"Long John Silver... An old friend of mine... Looks like he fulfilled his life long dream. We should had done it together!" the picture suddenly caught on fire, destroying the smile on the old cyborg's face. He thrusted the picture to the ground, letting it turn into ashes. "This folder is just a piece of junk there is nothing in here that is of any value to me." He roughly threw the folder onto the floor. As it landed, a picture of a familiar young boy fell out. That caught the large man's eye, he gently retrieved it from its place on the floor, observing the picture. The boy in the picture was smiling, his small pet perched on his shoulder, posing for the picture. "Who is this?"

"James Hawkins. He was the boy that saved the Legacy from Treasure Planet," The young boy explained, knowing the legend of Treasure Planet like the back of his hand.

"Really? This mere child saved them all from the exploding planet. Don't make me laugh." The man laughed loudly at that thought, it was rough and kind of scary, not like a cheerful laugh.

"Rumour has it that he was very friendly with Silver during the voyage."

"Is that so..." the large man's eyes flicked back to the picture, grinning. "Hmmmmm... Maybe this boy could be of some use to us after all. Do you know where to find him?" He turned his gaze towards the young man, staring into his eyes that returned the gaze.

"Yes, sir. His mother owns the Benbow Inn, but the boy is currently at the Interstellar Academy. However, if I am correct then he should be returning home for winter break."

"Great then if you can get that boy for me, I will allow you to live."

"Yes, sir." The young man bowed his head before walking away without another word, pulling the hood back over his head.

Once he was gone, the large man turned back to the picture of the smiling boy, grinning as it caught on fire from his touch. "You better enjoy your life, James Hawkins. Because it's not gonna last forever." He chuckled at his own cold joke, dropping the picture, allowing it to float towards the ground and land next to Silver's picture. Both of them slowly burning into ashes.

Ooohh... Looks like Jim and Silver are in trouble, as usual. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I'm quite worried this story is gonna turn out like my first 'Losing A friend' story. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought so far.