Chapter 1
I can't believe he's gone. My own brother, decimated by the hands of Bowser. It feels unreal actually, knowing that your own flesh and blood will never come back, but I just can't shake the pestering feeling away. As the rain pelted against my skin, soaked and dripping with clear, droplets of rain, I watched as my brother's bright, red casket lowered into the soiled, wet earth below; fitting just barely into a deep, rectangular ditch dug out just for him. The smell of death fumed into my nostrils, every second filled with the gripping grasp of death. Everyone around me, donned in the deepest of blacks, encircled the makeshift tomb. Princess Peach weeped solemnly, trying her best to keep her composure. I, on the other hand, am not shedding a single tear from my dried out eyes, paralyzed with fear. The fear that is unknowing, the fear that is the future flying farther and farther away from my eyes stretching out to visualize it. I teared my eyes away, they couldn't bear to watch this horror anymore. I guess that the casket is now lowered completely into the ground. The jarring sound of shovels piercing their way through the soft grass rattled in my delicate ears. Each time those shovels stole a slice of the earth and slipped it into my brother's new home below sent shivers down my spine. My stomach churned and felt as if gravity lifted it upwards into space, it rumbled with a crisp popping sound following shortly after. I don't think my body can withstand the pressure anymore. The pressure of my brother dying in front my very eyes, the only fate of the Mushroom Kingdom defeated before me.
That menacing laugh, I'll never forget it, echoed throughout the castle, which froze my whole body like an iceball pelted me several times over. I could still see it happening, clearer than glass shimmering in the sunlight, my own brother being ripped open by Bowser's silver, elongated claws protuding from his ginormous hands. Reality slapped me in the face, waking me up from my flashback vision pulling me back into that dreadful moment.
I glanced over to our friends buried within a group of various toads and other species, their eyes drowning in their own tears filled with agonizing sorrow. Even when they're armed with hefty hankerchiefs, those bullets of tears still effortlessly streaked down their gloomy faces. I clutched my chest, a sudden jolt of pain erupting from beneath the thin skin. My heart can't beat any longer, the slow, rhythmic metronome inside nearly threw itself into reverse. Ever so slowly, my heart withered away, the melancholy mutilated my heart protecting the happiness inside. In short, my heart was crushed; it was defeated by the sadness deprivating my heart of it's daily ecstasy. The ecstasy being pure, relentless joy bursting through my veins coming from my most fragile organ. The joy eminated from one thing only; that vital piece to my puzzle of life, Mario. My mind swooned over the very thought of my brother's perishing, I began to feel tingling between my fingertips. Something was definitely not right. My eyes darted around the grass plain filled with graves and tombstones. They tried to focus on one of my friends to capture their attention somehow. Their efforts were futile and small, because the world crumbled beneath me anyway- despite my efforts to prevent it fron happening- and my legs trembled like an earthquake. Now my eyes felt as if they were blinds being closed, sheltering the window from the sweltering, relentless sunlight. I felt my body pound against the grass drowned by the tears of the dark, ominous clouds. Nothing worked anymore: my legs, arms, head, eyes, and basically everything eles failed to move a single centimeter. My mind faded away into blinding darkness, pushing my thoughts into the deepest, darkest recesses of my fragile mind.
"Mario, will I finally see you again?"
"Yes..."
"Mario?!..."
"..."
Mario?..."
"..."
"Mario!"
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My body rocketed to an upright position, beads of sweat poured down my forehead glazed with rain droplets. Thoughts thoroughly raced through my mind, going around for at least three laps or so. My breathing kicked out with rapid bursts of air for several minutes, until it finally slowed into heavy inhales and exhales. Hundreds of thoughts flowed through my mind, thus causing me to be completely unaware that the atmosphere felt awry. I slowly stood up from the ground, a sudden blood rush bobbing and weaving in my head. This almost made me fall over, if I hadn't shaken my head that is. Taking in my surroundings, I noticed that everyone at the funeral disappeared; a single soul couldn't be found for miles except for one. A soul that resembled pure madness, and repetitive plan usage. The tall, broad figure that stood before me, shrouded by dense fog rolling around the graveyard, glared at me with tense eyes. I can't believe this psycho decided to show his face to me after he killed my brother.
"Bowser..." I muttered under my breath.
"I'm coming for you next..." Bowser cooed as he faded away into the thick, dense fog. A faint, malicious laughter echoed in the distance.
AN: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see ya guys next time :)
