I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack . . .

With another story!

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I wasn't Shigeru Myamoto, who owns all of his epic Mario characters. I only own my OCs. I shall redundantly list them here, for those who haven't read my profile:

Sean

Katrina

Aaron

Hannah

Ryan

Now, about the story: This is a remake of a story I started when I was in the fifth grade. Well okay it was more of a game than a story. By seventh grade it made its way onto my desktop, but then I never finished it and later got my netbook of coolness, which is now the home for my Mariomance stuff. Basically, this story is my iddea of how Bowser was finally defeated. (I looked him up on Mario Wiki last night; can you believe in the first boss battle in NSMB he actually DIED once the player hit the kill switch? But then Bowser Junior just HAD to throw Dry Bowser into that cauldron . . . -_-) This is the first time I am putting in boss battles and such. Since I am very pacifist, I have not had much experience with describing fights. So, in your reviews, please please please PLEASE critique my writing-about-fighting style! :0

On with the story. EEEEP!

For a year now they had been going through the motions. He'd battle the Koopas, the Goombas, and all the other enemies until he came to the ruthless Bowser. Surprisingly, Bowser was very evil and cunning, with an elite army and empire at his disposal, though the only place he would battle would be his own castle, with a kill switch easily two-hundred feet away from the plumber on a stone bridge, positioned above lava.

Lava=scalding hot at loads of degrees=THE STUFF CAN KILL YOU.

She would wait in a stone cell, bruised and battered, and usually crying, but occasionally she'd stay silent out of fear. The first kidnapping came with a nasty shove into her small prison; the second, a shove and a slap across the face; the third, the first two and a shaking coupled with a "SHUT UP!" when she tried to stand up for herself. Now, here she was once again. The koopa king had told her he wanted to take over her kingdom and marry her.

The previously mentioned strategy=basically forcing her kingdom into slavery=building an even more elite army against the Toads' will=killing off all the other countries to finally rule the world=WE'RE DOOMED.

But the plumber saved her, every time.

Yet, though she'd come back home safely in her hero's arms, thousands of harmful thoughts plagued her conscience every day. This kidnapping didn't help to change anything: the dank atmosphere made her feel so depressed and lonely.

He shouldn't have to go through this for me. I'm twenty-two years old, a princess, a ruler of an entire kingdom, and I can't even protect it or my friends. I'm weak and pathetic, but Mario refuses to believe that. Why?

"All I do is sit by myself and cry," she told herself bitterly, and shut her eyes tightly. Then she wiped her knuckles against her brow. Having such an extravagant hairstyle, not to mention a full gown and a pitiful excuse for a place to sleep right near tons of molten rock made Peach sweat like heck.

And why does Bowser hurt me so much? If someone truly loved me, he wouldn't abuse me; I know that much if not more about love. I'm so pathetic that only now do I have someone who truly cares about me. Mario says I shouldn't believe what Bowser tells me. But I just don't know . . .

STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.

"LOOK AT ME!"

Peach shifted her weary eyes to her captor's angry, sneering face. "Yes, Bowser?" she mumbled.

Bowser said nothing. He just stared at her. Then, he thrust his way into the metal cell.

Peach backed away against the wall. Her hands were tied. She brought her arms together and covered her chest and then bent her knees to protect the rest of her. Puny self-defense, she knew, but there was nothing else she could do.

"Stop crying," Bowser yelled. "I'm not going to touch you."

"Yelling at me isn't going to fix anything!" Peach sobbed. "You know that! You're just too full of ego to let your pride down! And you know this is wrong!"

"So what are you going to do about it?" Bowser retorted, grinning sinisterly. "I have the key to this dungeon - and your heart."

"What do you mean?" Peach whispered.

"I know you love him. The whole kingdom knows it. My kingdom knows it. An atom-sized part of me is actually amazed that he can get his lazy butt all the way up here. But he knows I want to marry you. My fighting strategies haven't been good in the past, I admit, but I know everyone is vulnerable in these three areas: The midsection, the chest - preferably the heart - and the head. And I also know that everyone will succumb to third degree burns and bone-crushing weight. So I'd sit back and think about how you want your wedding dress to look. After this you'll never see your hero's face. I have been practicing since you've been gone."

Peach gulped. "No," she whispered. "You don't mean that. You know he'll win."

"I don't think he stands a chance today," Bowser sneered. "You should take me seriously. There's nothing you can do." The gigantic koopa-dragon stormed out of the dungeon corridor, leaving behind a terribly frightened princess and a heart stabbed - not with a knife, but with a threat as sharp as one, and it seemed all too truthful. Clearly Bowser preferred the heart. He'd just managed to kill hers without even touching her, and now he was going to exercise his plan for murdering her beloved hero.

"No," Peach choked again, and burst into a fresh batch of tears.