A/N: Ok, so I know what some of you are thinking; Geez, Tanooki Roxx, another story!? You are already slow as molasses when it comes to updating the other two you have!
Fair enough. I'm still working on those two as well! I promise nothing has been abandoned. I'm just going through a bit of writer's block.
**Insert sarcastic comment and eye rolls**
Yeah, I know I keep saying I'll have something updated soon but I don't like to post unless I know the direction of where I'm going with the story. You'll be happy to know that I already have this one fully planned out.
This story is based off of Stephigigo's story, "Fatal Consequences." She does not write on but used to host her fanfiction on her old website. She's a wicked good writer but sadly no longer writes fanfiction : ( I have asked her permission if I could adapt her story into the Mario fandom. So all original credit goes to her! I'm just re-writing the words, using different characters and changing up the plot to not plagiarize.
This story is rated T for violence and strong language. Enjoy!
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Prologue: What have I done?
Blood. Thick, dark, warm blood oozed onto the white carpet. The very essence of life stained the once pristine carpet all because of him.
He had killed and unfairly shortened the life of a fellow man.
The blood would forever stain his hands and carpet with the permanent mark: He was a murderer.
"Oh God…What have I done?" his voiced trembled as he looked at the lifeless body before him. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
He frantically reached out to feel for a heartbeat. He prayed just maybe it was not too late. Just maybe there was still a little pulse of life left inside the cold body. Any vital sign of life would suffice right now. His hands pumped onto the chest. He waited. Nothing but silence.
His own heart however, was still beating the rhythm of life. His own selfish heart hammered away at the sin he had committed. He tried to stand up but his legs were shaking.
MURDERER!
The scream echoed throughout his mind as he backed away slowly from the body. He couldn't come to terms with that word, even though the clear evidence was laid out before him. Killing was wrong. It didn't matter what the other person had done, who was he to decide if someone had the right to die.
"What have I done!?"
He had it coming.
"It was an accident. I…I never meant for this to happen!"
He was not as innocent as the world thinks he is.
"He had people that loved him."
He only cared for himself. Everyone else was nothing more than a pawn in his game.
"I loved him."
He was a merciless bully and would have killed you without hesitation.
"I was only trying to defend myself."
"He would have hurt her again."
"He was still family…"
He was a monster.
He stared down at his hands as the warm blood oozed through his fingers.
"No, I'm a monster," he whispered as tears trickled down onto his unclean hands. He did not recognize these hands. These were the hands of a cold hearted killer. He was not a killer; he was a proud role model. He had fans that looked up to him! What would they think? Or worse, what would 'she' think of him now?
He was no longer a goody two shoes.
Something was trying to emerge from his stomach. The vile worked its way up into his dry throat as he forced himself not to expel it.
He gasped and choked just like the body had done before him. The flashback was replaying again in his mind. The screaming, the gasping, the choking, the bleeding and then there was that look. It was the look he had never seen from the other person in his whole life: Fear. Those angry eyes transitioned into a look of fear as the life drained out of his body.
What had he done during all of this? He had stood by and done nothing. There had been no concern for the other man. Only fear. Fear for himself. He collapsed onto his knees. He looked up to the sky as he confessed his deepest and darkest secret.
"Luigi Mario, you've just killed your brother," he whispered to himself.