A/N: You probably saw this one coming because seriously I have only read one other story with this type of plot line and it was kind of saddening considering that a lot of people around me like that episode. Anyway, I try my luck on this but in the end it gets a little funky because I was half sleep half awake. XD

DISCLAIMER: We all know what this is going to say so yadda yadda yadda Not Mine. BLAh BLAH BLAH No Stealing.

Hour of the MetaWrath

I can not contain it any longer. The demon within me grows stronger at each passing second. The walls of my sanity are peeling away to show case the insanity that lay underneath. Soon I will snap and loss myself within the intoxicating drug called Blood Lust. I can not control myself any more than I have when my friends had died in my hands. Forgive me Sir Jerca, Sir Kibble, Sir Nero and Lady Garlude for I have fallen to the same influence as you only I have sold my soul and spirit.

I sat within my small room waiting for the moon to rise and show its silvery face through the balcony that I would stand upon its railings to think. The maiden's face has always calmed the storm that rages with the internal battle against my free will and the beast. As it seems the visual picture has a neutral effect to both sides, for the beast is calm and hollows giving the other a chance to rest before the sun rises. Though the effect is wearing off as the growls come to replace the hollows that I could hear echo in the confines of my mind. It had been three weeks since WolfWrath attacked and it had left a legacy that I must carry out against my weakening will. The claw embed within my skull covered in a deadly chemical that my body decided to adopt to become stronger than submit to death. Though I wish for death than to live and hurt, possibly even kill, the innocent but it is all in the matter of time.

I had no idea of this until I became more and more aggressive towards every one even Kirby. I would sleep less and less to the point it seemed foreign hence one of the causes of my aggression. I started to carve meat more than anything, even candy became a disgusting thing to digest. My vision would become clouded with red when I smelt the pulsing blood within one of the children. I would stalk them in the shadows like a predator waiting to kill, on many occasions I was actually tempted to carry out the sinful act.

My sanity conflicted with developing thoughts of the surreal, some day I shall not be able about to tell nonfiction from the imaginary. That day came far too quickly for me to counteract. I have become so agitated at my situation I began to become more strict and feral during the sparing secessions I have with Sword and Blade. There was a particular sparing between us that evolved into a battle for their lives as they could sense something was and is wrong with me. My eyes could not resist turning the color of blood for I wanted to see theirs paint the ground. When Sword's defense slipped along with Blade's against my ruthless onslaught I had seen the opening for the last blow, I did not hesitant. The only thing that had truly saved then was not my will spontaneously returning but the sudden electricity traveling up my arm from Galaxia, its voice shouting for me to return from the feral state I found myself in; after it broke through the metal wall courtesy of the beast.

I had not realized that I was the one who let my guard down. That I had destroyed the courtyard instead of my knaves which I am thankfully for. That my senses have tried to focus on what is real and what is the opposite. The scenes in front of me changed so quickly I could not tell which was happening or all my imagination. Am I sparring like usual? Destroying the courtyard in trying to separate reality and the surreal? Or am I trying to kill my knaves? all of them having the echoing screech of Galaxia.

I held my head as the images clashed violently with the raging battle already budding heads with every thought I try to process. Is this what it feeling like when you finally snap? Is this experience proof that I have gone completely insane?

" Sir Meta Knight! Please stop! Your terrifying them!" That voice it was Blade' but who was this 'them'?

"Snap out of it already!" I could hear Sword shout as a new scene became present as the others faded. Have I been imagining everything or is this part of it too?

I could feel my sense of hearing finalize that those words are reality that the hurricane of images ended and the battle had come to a standstill.

My sense of vision came second as my shadow engulfed the forms of Fololo and Falala who quaked with fear as they hugged each other, seemingly gazing upon death or Nightmare himself. I had the feeling like I had woken up from a dream, a terrible incubo. Though I also soon felt the shock of Galaxia course through my body, that much of the nonfiction is sure real. I dropped the weapon of light and flames upon another louder scream from the demon twins their skin as pale as the white gleam in my eyes while I backed away, frightened and or surprised in my own actions. I am not sure how exactly I felt emotion wise, balancing between exhilarating and sickening.

I ran. Yes I have run before, but not like a retreat but more of trying to separate myself from the thoughts and actions of attempting to kill the innocent, it goes against my morals and my honor. After stopping on the grass of the courtyard with my hand resting upon the center fountain's rim and calming my nerves I could not remember what just transpired. The emotional high I came down from left me with a blank slate like the day after a animalistic party. Like my mind had reset itself, the existence of the battle vanishing. I returned to the scene after seemingly five minutes like I had done nothing wrong and went about my day as if I had not taken a nose dive into insanity for who knows how long.

Sword,Blade, Fofofo,and Fafafa had never looked at me the same way after the event as my eyes portrayed that of a feral animal. I had no objections to being avoided by them for they have every right to do so even if then I did not know the reason. I could feel the venom spread at a faster rate as I began to fantasize about what they blood would look like splattered on the castle's stone wall. What they're blood would taste like? What could make them petrified of me? Can I drag their soul away from their cold corpses and get away with it? Can a murder go unnoticed by many if none are around?

It was not difficult for my knaves, who despite their avoidance knew that it is best to figure out what is wrong with me and how to fix it, to tell that I had these thoughts as my eyes changed to the color they did not recognize but also knew it was not good. While my gaze became the matching glare of the demon who cursed my soul and spirit with its putrid demonic aura and thoughts, I did not dare look them straight in the eye again.

Tiff was soon told of my strange actions and behavior, thankfully she has not been one of the children I have stalked like prey nor had her feelings of fear lingered. Otherwise she would have known before hand, causing rumors to spread about the captain of the guards going nuts and coming to false conclusions that would have only made the matter worse than it already is. Again and again she tried to convince me that I am not a monster I have rapidly come to believe. Try as she may her words are transforming into rubbish. Like an annoying fly that would not stop its antics, she had promised that she and the others would figure something out to save me from the beast devouring the tissues of my metal capacity.

I had not given any sign that I have believed her or not though I knew had to. I hung on for three more weeks and the beast, that ransack my mind of any thought, began breaking down anything I put in its way to stop its salvage influence from spreading even farther. Using mushin was out of the question for it will be the gateway to reality it has longed for.

I could not even look at Kirby without hating him instantly with the greatest of passion. The event that has frightened the twin demons and given my knaves a different view of me was horrid but the one after was terrifying. I will regret for the rest of my days alive or not.

I nearly killed Kirby with Galaxia when he was strolling down the stone corridors of the castle, all he said was the same baby like word 'poyo'. His blue eyes still gazed upon me like I have not changed or heard what I have done to my knaves and his friends. His smile widened as he came closer, arms spread for a warm hug that I wish I could accept. The reaction that he caused was something I had not been aware of until it already happened, I would have blamed the beast but then I would be blaming myself. I had stabbed him so close to his heart. And I can still hear everything as clear as crystal. Kirby's shrill scream. Panicked foot steps. Running to the shadows. Hiding among the darkness like the monster I have become. The red stains will forever be imprinted in my mind.

I left Galaxia and Kirby behind in the corridor and once they had seen the golden sword they knew who had done such a horrid deed. They knew that I am no longer safe to be around as I have harmed a child I would consider my own. I should be ashamed yet excitement filled my body and soul as the site of blood fueled the demon deep within. There was no hope for me anymore.

The moon was peeking over the balcony like a curious child. Suddenly the urge to laugh bubbled in my throat, I let it loose and heard it rebound of the stone walls that surrounded me. Deep and sinister just like Nightmare, how I loathe that man. He took everything away from me, my emotions, my friends, GSA; the first place I could truly call home. Everything vanished like the hope I once held that has also been taken. The moon now shined part way into my dark room.

Then there came to be a knock at the door. Why would they knock if they are the ones who locked me in here? Nevertheless I got up and walked to the door and again the laugh returned to fill the air." Who is it?" My voice was calm and collected yet to them it sounds too sweet and mad to be my own." It's us, Sword and Blade, we came to visit" came a muffled voice, Sword,through the reinforced wooden door. When ever they came for a visit it's usually silent and it is always when the moon shines fully within the room. A time when I can be the most passive along with slightly unpredictable so daily monitoring is did to make I do not hurt myself.

" I do not need any observations for today, though I appreciate your effort and concern" I replied back bluntly as the moon slowly started to crawl up into the night sky as it's light glided across the floor." Sir Meta Knight..." I am pretty sure it was Blade who said that, his tine seemed disappointed or maybe two tones mixed together." Open the door" said Sword as his tone went from casual to serious." Can you not open it with your own two hands? It opens from both sides unless you are testing to see if there is a tiny amount of sanity still left within me" I responded though this time I knew I actually sounded like my old self." Fine" was all that came before the door creaked open and in came Sword and Blade. There was a deafening silence that blanketed the small area as I sat upon my usual chair while Blade and Sword watched me like owls with their vigilant eyes. Until a sigh, my sigh, broke it like a fragile mirror that housed evil counterparts.

"Am I insane? Have I finally lost it?" I said as I took off my mask, rubbing the bridge of where my nose would be." No you're not insane just very ill" spoke Blade as he was not surprised by my appearance neither Sword for I did look a lot like Kirby." Nor have you lost it if we can have a simple conversation with you plus there will be a cure we promised after all" added Sword as his eyes, even if I could barely see them, glint in reassurance along with Blade's. I suddenly felt intense pain strike the sides of my head causing me to grimace from its said intensity." Are you alright Sir? Why don't you lay down?" Asked Blade, his tone of voice sounded nonchalant or came automatically like he was waiting for it to happen, though he hid it well with a worried tone. I said nothing while I closed my eyes trying to beat back the headache that came immediately after, fueled by my lack of sleep and the trances or episodes that I have had." Yes I do believe some sleep would do me some good" I replied softly as my eyes opened, in the time of a regular blink. I stood from my seat and strolled over to my bed taking note that Sword and Blade's eyes followed me like I hawk, I have the feeling that they are willing for me to fall asleep." On second thought maybe I will go for a midnight stroll" I spoke this slightly louder than usual, letting them know that I have became suspicious of their actions. I suspicion grew as their shoulders fell, seemingly disappointed at what I said.

" Then we shall join" said Blade and Sword at the same time as I am already in front of my door, my gloved hand lingered on the knob." I highly doubt you can if the opposite of green can not be easily followed by its polar, I shall go alone" I responded, knowing that (on a whim) the riddle of sort will stall them long enough for me to disappear.

"Wait what do mean by-?" Before Sword could continue his brother at arms stopped him with a shake of his head pointing to the slightly ajar door.

Meta Knight is long gone before the knaves stepped out into the stone corridor. For the first time one of the knaves under the captain of the guard's wing understood what the knight meant, being in his shadow " It seems that he will be doing his midnight walk among the clouds because the opposite of green is red which its opposite is blue and since the ocean is orange the sky is the limit" spoke Blade as he was able to solve his Lord's riddle faster than his companion." Then where would he land when he tires?" Questioned Sword as they began to walk down the corridor that their Lord presumably traveled down." Well we know that he will search for answers on his own so he will land at Kabu Canyon but it is quite the polar opposite" replied Blade." Now your starting to sound like Sir Meta Knight, but, that would mean he is looking for questions" said Sword." And what better place for questions than solitude" responded Blade while they passed the cabinet minister' humble abode." To the orange side cliff then?" Inquired Sword as they now stood upon the grass of the courtyard. Amazing how such short talk can stretch out over time." Absolutely" replied Blade with a hidden smile.

I loved the feeling of the wind passing over my wings for I have not flown in years after the GSA was destroyed. Not even at my top speed I could not save them. I shook my head as the depressing thought made me low altitude before I had to flap my wings three times to return to the height of fifty feet. Soaring above the clouds after a moment of hesitation considering the chilling air and the lack of oxygen found plentiful on ground level. The clouds clung to the white claws of my wings like streamers as I came through the last layer of the white mist, the site before me could be compared to the sunset at orange ocean. The moon shined brightly and seemed so close that I could reach out and touch it while the stars hovered peacefully and twinkled.

My destination neared as the clouds thinned to show the land below, quite the ways off from Cappy Town and Kirby's small house. Speaking of which I briefly wondered about his well being as I landed upon the grassy cliff overlooking the vast amounts of orange water. The tides are high as they clash against the cliff face, spraying my face with a light drizzle since I had left my mask behind. Normally I would turn back and go get it but something told me that I am going to be fine without it, who will see my at the dead of night anyway? I could only think of Sword and Blade who I suspect have followed me but have yet to be seen and they have already seen my face. Then again they could raise Tiff and Bun from their sleep from how loud they make their armor clatter, both siblings seemed to be light sleepers excluding the noddy accident and similar cases.

Knowing Tiff she will insist on coming, if my knaves tell her what had transpired, and Bun for the either the excitement or staying up pass their bedtime. Another wave came rising from the watery depths below as the breeze picked up slightly. I shifted slightly to the right as I heard foot steps approaching from behind, no doubt that they belong to my knaves and the Elbrum siblings since there were more than two sets of them. I never seem to get a moment of peace anymore ever since Kirby came along, the mention of the young star warrior sent a prick of angry into my veins. How I hated that name and the prophecy that goes with it. Kirby of the Stars was the one foretold to defeat Nightmare, an adolescent callow child. One that did not know the meaning of his purpose, his life and what life was wasted for an infant that could not even hold a sword. The captain of the guards would have laughed at how foolish he had been to wait for the worthless pink puffball when he could have taken the star rod and finished Nightmare off himself. It wouldn't have been that hard considering that Kirby followed him, got trapped in a nightmare about food, shot him once and he was defeated in one go.

Really it was pathetic and unrealistic that Nightmare who killed everything and anything that came near him was defeated by a baby just barely one tenth of the knight's age. It was also sad in a way and tells you a lot about him and what goes through that sadistic mind of Nightmare to even create a demon beast with a soul. If the knight was in his place he would have destroyed the pink puff the second he sensed a soul and made a new more powerful demon beast in which he did once upon a time. The experience was not pleasant and left many scars that was hidden by the long piece of fabric called a cape.

"Sir Meta Knight please step away from the cliff, your going to hurt yourself" said Tiff which almost surprised the knight at how worried her eyes shimmered in the moon light peeking through the clouds above. "Yeah!" came Tuff's one worded agreement as Blade Knight, Sword Knight and Kirby advanced up the incline. Stepping closer to the cliff edge the masked knight could feel the rocks beneath his feet give way quite rapidly. Then like being dunked in a tank Sir Meta Knight was sent spiraling downward as the earth rumbled and broke before neither his knaves or Kirby could lung for him. His instincts kicked into over drive as he flailed his limbs about to try and align himself with the wind currents. Silvery-white eyes glittered with amusement as the tips of his wings grazed the waters surface before pulling upward shooting far beyond the cliff face and surely shocking the group below him at the display of orange water spraying up along side him as to accompany him in the sky.

The captain of the guards landed gracefully before his knaves and student who looked in wonder at his large wings." Like I said following me is impossible though I am sure you are aware that I am not going back to the castle just yet nor had you drawn to the right conclusion" said Sir Meta Knight already knowing that he did not mean for his riddle to influence everything he might do or think." Our fault on that part but still you need your rest and if you are going to consult Kabuu wait until tomorrow because going into a conversation with him will require all the brain power you can muster" reasoned Blade Knight as he cautiously laid a hand on his Lord's shoulder guard, knowing fully well that the giant stone tiki talked in more complex riddles with Sir Meta Knight whenever he came to visit or seek insight." Point taken" was all the masked knight could say along with a few other things but as the seconds ticked by he became more interested in the soft feel of his bed in the warm castle. The beast within him seemed oddly satisfied with his decision about resting.

Later that night while Sir Meta Knight slept his knaves wondered out into the stone corridor." You think he will catch on?" asked Blade Knight." No, Nightmare designed this whole thing for capture and return him once he hits rock bottom" replied Sword Knight with a slight hidden smirk." In turn PopStar will truly go out with a bang" said Blade Knight emphasizing his point by smashing his fist against his other open palm." Please none of that until this is all over, your voice is bad enough as is without that ridiculously strange accent" spoke Sword Knight before reentering the room and laying down on his bed." You would think he would be aware of sleeping in this world meant that he was awake in the other even if it is... complicated" said Blade Knight after a while of silence unable to fall asleep because he literally could not." The coma was unexpected along with the pink star warrior always worming his way into our plans, nevertheless he will be one with the void soon enough...when he does nothing will stand in the way" replied Sword Knight.