Monster

Author note: I do not own Super Smash Bros.

Hello, everyone! Finally, I get to writing a Super Smash bros fic... This idea was actually running about in my head for a while, but it took me at least three drafts to get something good out of it. This fic was inspired by the song 'Monster' by Paramore, so I don't own that. This was also somewhat inspired by a book called 'Blood Red Road' by Moira Young, so I don't own that either.

Warning: Violence. Blood and gore, though not graphically mentioned. There are OCs in the fic, and yes I own them (in fact, they are the main villains of the fic). Pairings? Maybe...if I do have any, there will be possible yaoi and yuri to warn you guys. Some swearing, although it's mostly just mentioned, not actually said.

Constructive criticism will be appreciated. Please read and review!

1. Stop the Whole World

Everyone should have been in peace when Tabuu was destroyed.

Everyone should have been happy.

Everyone should have been reunited, ready to face the world.

The Cagemaster stole their chance of that.

The Cagemaster stopped the whole world, and twisted it into a mad game before restarting it.

The Tournaments were no longer for fun and games. They were a matter of life and death. Three losses for the C rank, five losses for the B rank, and ten losses for the A rank, and you were out...as in...Eliminated...for good.

Then there were Arcane. One loss and they were out. But that was impossible for those, because they were the elite of the bunch.

The Cagemaster was always on top, though, and whatever the Cagemaster ordered, it would be obeyed without question.

It's been 11 months since the Subspace Emissary ended...and since the reign of the Cagemaster began.

The crowd cheered.

However, the cheers weren't of happiness.

They were of malice.

"TEAR HIM UP! KILL HIM! TEAR HIM UP! KILL HIM!"

The aura Pokémon didn't know whether to give the signal and let the Alloy referees throw DK into the crowd, or to just simply break the ape's neck and get it over with.

Lucario didn't want to kill. He didn't wish to kill. On the other hand, rules were rules, and he had to decide.

"Referee." A green Alloy saw Lucario's silent nod. It signaled to the other Alloys to grab DK. The ape howled as it clung to the floor, tried to grab the wire fence that separated the arena from the audience, but it was all in vain.

Lucario couldn't watch as DK tried to run from the hands of the audience.

He couldn't watch when they grabbed the ape by it's limbs.

Moreover, he certainly could not watch when the crowd let out a roar as limbs split apart and shrill screams rose.

The Pokémon exited the arena, to see Mewtwo clapping for him. "What's with the long face, Lucario? You won." The psychic Pokémon asked.

"I know I did, Mewtwo..." the aura Pokémon sighed as the two started to walk down the hallway. "I only wish that the fight didn't end with limbs pulled apart and screams of killing."

DK...one of the C Rank fighters. It was too bad for the poor ape that it was his third and final loss he could take before being executed.

Lucario was one of the B Rank fighters himself, as well as Mewtwo. Neither one of them had lost a match in...months. They didn't want to lose, especially because each loss would lead further towards an early death.

"We have no choice with that...none of us do." Mewtwo responded.

"Mewtwo? Lucario?" the two turned to see Zelda walk over to them. "Have you seen Pit? I need to talk to him about something important."

"I believe he was summoned by the Cagemaster earlier to discuss about his rank...or at least that's what Pit told me." Mewtwo answered. "Which obviously means I don't know where he could be..."

"M-my rank?" Pit asked, nervous. "W-what about it, Cagemaster?" The poor angel soldier stood in the office only a few spaces from the Cagemaster; a spacious, dimly lit hall with glimmering, colourful stained glass windows of every fighter in the arena, contrasting with the blackened walls of the room. DK's light behind the window went out suddenly, and that meant that the ape was dead.

"I wish to promote you to the A Rank." The Cagemaster's voice was deep, full of some sort of tender tone as it talked. Pit had no idea if the Cagemaster was a he or she...nor did he know why the Cagemaster didn't seem as...stern as usual. "You would have superiority over the B and C Ranks, and anyone who goes up to A Rank would have their records cleaned of no losses in the beginning. This also means you have more chances to live, Pit Icarus...much more." The Cagemaster paused before asking, "Why wouldn't you want to accept this?"

"Cagemaster, I..." Pit hesitated, biting his lip anxiously before taking a deep breath, "I am honored that you would do this for me...but why?"

"...Well..."

It was only then that one of the Arcane ran into the room; a man with tan skin and ashen-red and light brown hair tied back. He wore a simple black shirt and pants. Pit recognized the man as the Strength in the Arcane. The man paused before speaking quickly, his deep voice resounding.

"Cagemaster, we have a situation. Two of the C-ranked fighters, Diddy Kong and Fox, attempted an assault upon the Hierophant just after Donkey Kong's death. Diddy Kong is in critical condition and Fox has broken a left leg. The Hierophant is unscathed, save for a scratch on his face. I believe the Magician is tending to the injuries right now."

The Cagemaster tilted his/her head to the side before speaking roughly,

"Kill Diddy Kong, torture the fool to death. And give Fox a warning to not do this again, or else the punishment will be even worse for him...much worse."

"Yes, Cagemaster." With that, Strength left the room.

"Now...where was I?" Cagemaster seemed to pause before speaking again, in that tender tone from before. "Ah, yes...Pit. I see so much potential in you. The gift of flight is not an easy one to handle, and...I see your determination to succeed. But what prevents your way to a possible future placement in the Arcane is your hesitation. All you need to do is continue your fighting. Don't hold back. You must never hold back. Do you understand?"

Pit nodded quickly. "Yes, Cagemaster..."

He shivered with fear as ashen-grey shadows forming an arm stroked his cheek before fading away.

"Good. You may go now."

Shrill screams resounded as the light in Diddy Kong's stained glass window went out.