A/N: Thank you so much to all who reviewed! :) They really keep me going and make my day. Now, on with the story! Oh, and I do not own Super Smash Bros. Brawl.

It had all started when Lucario went missing and was found dead three days later. Since then it had been four weeks. Four weeks since the killer started picking off the members of the Smash Mansion. Four weeks of terror, in which sadness had all but resided in the Mansion. Said Mansion had taken some heavy losses; all but Sheik, Pit, Ike, Peach, and Snake remained alive. Master Hand and Crazy Hand were dead, too. They had been the first victims of the killer. The Mansion's backyard had become a graveyard for all the dead Smashers. They would turn into Trophies some time after their actual bodies were buried.

As of now, the surviving five Smashers were living in the basement of the Smash Mansion. It was not at all a bad place to live, actually. There were three rooms, all with running water, electricity, and air conditioning. The bedroom had six twin-sized beds, beanbag chairs, and a dresser with six drawers. They held food, water, and clothing, as well as a first aid kit. The second room was a kitchen, which was stocked with masses of food and water. It had an oven, a sink, and plenty of utensils and plates. There was a little bathroom off to the side. The third room had a computer and a weapons closet, as well as the workings for the electricity and water.

The bedroom was the location of the five survivors. They were discussing plans on how to combat this murderous foe.

"Ok," Snake began, "so what do we know about the killer?"

Sheik sighed, frustrated. "All we know is that he's killed one Smasher every night thus far. No matter where they tried to hide, he found them and killed them. As a side note, that means there is a very strong chance that he is after us next. We don't exactly know what he looks like, because those who may have seen him are…gone now."

At this, Peach made a funny sound; the group looked at her and saw tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes. They looked at her sympathetically. Mario and Luigi had been killed very recently; they knew she was still taking their deaths very hard.

"So… How do you think we should fight him?" Pit asked.

"I say," suggested Ike, "that we scour the Mansion and try to find out where he's hiding."

"We can't do that," Sheik said, "The Mansion is too big for us. We would have to split up and that increases the risk of getting killed. Even if we all found his hideout, who knows what he may be hiding in there? Besides, they already tried that, multiple times in fact, and obviously it didn't. And if you need one more reason, it's almost sunset. He kills in the night, remember?"

"I know," Peach spoke softly. They turned and looked at her. She continued, "What if we set a watch over the entrance of the basement at night? We could switch off every two and a half or three hours or so, and we would be able to alert each other to help if we saw the killer."

The group mused over this for a few minutes. They eventually decided that this was a good idea. Leaving the room to start making dinner (and congratulating Peach on her idea), they were completely oblivious to the little click that sounded as the air vent in the bedrooms was closed. A shadowy figure crawled away, smirking evilly at the thought of more Smashers to kill at night.

Dinner came and went. The five Smashers chose extra weapons from the weapons closet and were prepping them in case their usage was required. Sheik and Ike had chosen Beam Swords. Pit had chosen a Star Rod, and Peach had chosen a Fan of Mercy. Snake had picked out a Home-Run Bat. It was decided that Ike would take the first watch. He would wake Peach, who would take the second watch after two and a half hours.

Sheik, Snake, Peach, and Pit went to sleep at about 11 p.m. Ike stood at the entrance to the basement, alert for any movement that could mean the killer was afoot. As he stood there, he remembered bitterly when Marth was killed…

Flashback

"Hah, some good game of Mario Kart, don't you think, Ike?"

"Heck yes. It was too good how DK Bob-Ombed Wario! And it was on the last lap, too!"

"And then Wario went off into that crazy rant… I will never understand that guy."

"Me neither. Hey, I'm a little hungry," mused Ike. His stomach agreed with him and audibly complained for food. He put his hand over it, flushing slightly. Marth laughed, only to blush when he hiccupped. Ike chuckled. "What do you say we go downstairs and get a snack?" Marth nodded, grinning. They headed towards the cafeteria, trooping down the stairs and opening the doors. Marth prepared some Ramen while Ike got them both some juice and cutlery. They sat down at a table and enjoyed their late-night snack.

When they finished, Marth stood up and stretched. "That was great… I think I'm going to go to bed now."

"Same here." Ike stood up as well.

As they walked towards the stairs, Marth said suddenly, "Wait here real quick, I have to use the men's."

Ike chuckled as Marth rushed off, calling softly, "Hurry up! Let's get some sleep already."

Ten minutes later, Marth still hadn't returned, and Ike was starting to worry. "Marth?" He called. No answer. Finally, after three more minutes, he decided to go to the men's restroom and…check on him. Opening the door, he called softly, "Marth? You ok in there?" There was still no answer. "Marth?" He wasn't in front of the urinals; he must be in the bathroom stall. The door was slightly open. Ike knocked. "Marth?" Ike took a chance and peeked. What he saw made him fling the door wide open in shock. There was blood on the sides of the inside of the stall. Marth was propped up against the back of the wall. There was a long, deep gash at his throat. Blood was flowing freely from the wound.

"MARTH!" Ike yelled, taking him in his arms bridal style to the sink, grabbing paper towels and pressing them to the wound. Marth's eyes fluttered.

"…I…Ike?" he muttered weakly. A thin stream of blood came out of his mouth

"Yes, that's me," said Ike. "Marth… who did this to you?"

"Ike…It was awesome…having you as a friend…"

"Marth…you're going to be ok—"

"…I don't know…who hurt me… I just know that you… were an amazing friend to me…"

Ike looked on with tears in his eyes.

"…Goodbye, Ike…" The Altean prince breathed his last; the light died in his eyes.

"MARTH!"

Flashback Ends

Ike scowled and gripped his Beam Sword tighter. He would not let that happen to anyone else ever again.

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