A.N.: Yeah, I know. Pun in the title. I'm going to hate myself for that…Anyway this time, it's a little story from Marx's point of view about his fight with Kirby as Marx Soul. Should be two chapters long. If I get enough reviews, I might do one for the other 3 members of the Final 4. (Told from their TRUE ARENA fights) Enjoy!

Soul Man

Revenge… That word played over in my head like a broken record….. Revenge… I knew what the reason for that voice was…..Kirby. That little excuse of a life form had carried out my entire plan, then smashed it to pieces like a hated mirror.

Not like there was anything I could do now. I'm floating in space in the center of that worthless pile of junk, NOVA. I floated there spinning every so often, wishing incredibly that I could see the tears and blood of that pitiful puffball. Then, it happened.

A mass of inky blackness poured over me, possibly representing the true being of my black heart. I felt something become enveloped by the mass. A piece of NOVA. Getting an idea, I pushed against the sides of the blob, gathering more pieces. A gear, a nut, a bolt. Soon things were just being pulled in gravitationally. Then came a brilliant flash. I felt my body, renewed in life, begin to reshape itself.

My little bow tie turned into enormous bling which hung down below my feet. My shoes had changed to curved and pointed. The colors of my hat brightened and swapped sides, while the bobbles puffed inside out. I felt my arms sprout out of their original sockets. I felt them extend to their tips, and I checked them. They were purple now, and the red hearts were now blue. I also had three claws instead of two on each! Perfect! Inside my mouth, my teeth and tongue doubled in size.

I flew off, cackling to myself, ready to see that puffball's terrified expression when I ripped him , how I wish to taste the blood of that idiotic pink being, to see his tears streaming down his face when he pleads for me not to kill him. I won't listen to his pleas and begging, of course.

Sadistic and disturbed? Maybe. Necessary? Definitely.