Most of my stories will be the names of my favorite songs, just a little fact. Without further ado, I give you, Misery Business! *Misery Business* Beep Beep "Ugh, not now."
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep "Damn it!" Marth cursed as he slung the poor alarm clock across the room into his mother's bedrail, shattering it into small pieces.
"What was that? Marth!" His sickly mother yelled from her bed,
which was across the room where Marth threw the clock. She was slowly dying, so Marth had to make sure if something happened that he would be there to help her, but...maybe this was too much. With a groan, Marth slung his light blue socked legs over the bed angrily as he rubbed the "morning bread crumbs" {as he called them}
out of his bloodshot eyes. He threw the pure white sheets off himself and sat up. He glanced around, eyes half-lidded. His eyes burst open once he realized what had happened.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mother. I... had a nightmare." Marth hated lying to his mother, but he did'nt want to hurt her and say 'I'm sick of taking care of you', it WAS his mother after all. Since the alarm rung, it only meant one thing, the thing he hated worst in his life.
School. The First day of his 12th grade year. He barely made it through the cursed school because of his tiredness. He let out a long sigh. It is 4:00am and Monday, come on Marth wake up!
"It's all right, Marth. You've been having those a lot lately, wanna talk about it?" she wheezed out. She sounded absolutely horrible,
like a snake hissing while on fire. Marth gave her a sympathetic smile. Even if she was 40, she looked in her twenties. Her flowing naturally blue silky hair, pale skin almost white, filled with scars and gashes from her diseases. The doctor said it was rotting her insides up. it's a painful process, yet she has never showed it.
She must have a very strong will.
"You're in no condition to talk. Come on,Mother. Time for my security guard shift." She laughed at the joke he told, trying to lighten the atomosphere. Apparently it worked. Every morning at 4:00am, and evening at 8:00pm Marth ran her some bath water and let her bathe while listening to some music. He waited outside the door to do anything she wanted, or be there just in case anything happens, like if she hit her head in the wall and, he did'nt know, die or something.
"I don't need one today, Marth. Why don't you prepare for school or something? Do something to pass the hours." She suggested in a voice that was barely audible and scratchy. Marth was trying to decide wether to take a walk then shower, or shower then walk.
He decided shower then walk, since that would be the smartest thing to do.
"I will be back in about 30 minutes, Mother. Press the Pager if you need me back home." And with that order, he walked over towards his closet, which only contained three outfits hung on a closet rail that was neatly ironed and creased. He picked the blue shirt with a black crosses on the front of the sleeves and a huge one on torso of the shirt. To complete it, a pair of black jeans with blue crosses on the back pockets and on the front of the legs.
"Where are you going, Marth?" his mother hissed out.
"Taking a walk. Are you worried about me? You know I can take of myself." He most certainly could. He was very skilled in hand-to-
hand combat and even better with swords. Of course, he can't carry a sword around everywhere so he carried nothing but his two fists.
Olimar, that was the name of his used-to-be sensei. A very strange man who always drew these plant-like creatures saying he sees them.
He may be a little on the crazy side, but he know his karate.
"Of course I'm worried. Look at you, you're just skin and bones!"
Marth, slightly offended, scoffed at this perpostrous remark.
"Mother, I'll have you know I can take out anyone in a matter of seconds. I'm about to change clothes." He took his outfit in the bathroom, which was right outside his "their" room to the right.
"If only you knew..." his Mother whispered.
Marth strode into the bathroom, clothes in tow. It was very neat,
yet still old and banged up. The walls were filled with cracks and holes, the floors the same. It had a musky scent to it, with the occasional bug or rat skittering across the floor. Marth thought is very unsanitary, but this was his home. The bathroom lay directly in front of you as soon as you step in the door. They could'nt afford shower curtains, so there were none. To the left sat a small wooden cabinet nailed to the wall hanging crookedly.
Underneath it was the sink. A large chunk of it was missing on the lower right-hand corner. It was metal, like in a prison. At least the water was clean. With $25.00 a month rent, that he can barely pay with no job. The economy is low, yet no one will hire him for some reason when he puts an application in! He took his shirt off, his mother's words coming back to him. He gave himself a once-over.
"Maybe I am too skinny" Marth thought aloud. Apparently, his mother heard him because she wheezed out, "Told you!" Damn these thin walls. Since it was August, there was no need to wear an undershirt. He slipped the shirt on, it was to big, yet it was a small! "Definitely too skinny" he thought aloud again."Do something about then." She hissed out. In annoyance, Marth hurriedly put his jeans on and was out of the door. His mother limped from the bed to make sure Marth was gone.
"Finally", she straightened her posture and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I was getting sick of the stomach from that brat." She pulled a test tube from her bra with a cap on it and a blue substance inside.
She popped the cap and downed the glowing substance. Almost instantly, her hair changed colors from blue to a shiny blond. The sickly pale skin with supposedly rotting flesh dissapeared. It being replaced with slightly tanned skin, no scars at all. Her eyes turned to a shinier blue, and her body grew curves and became a little taller.
"Ugh. SO much better than that damned monstrosity of a woman."
The newly found woman strutted over to her broke down bed and flipped the mattress, revealing all sorts of guns, chemicals,
and who- knows-what. She picked up a watch-like machine and slipped it on her finger.
"Snake? Do you read me? Samus reporting." She asked into the watch.
She wwatched it attentively awaiting a response from Snake.
"SNAKE! GET UP!" She yelled. Things falling and bumping sounded through the watch. Snake yawned loudly, smacked his gums, and asked still half asleep, "What the hell do you want?"
Samus scoffed. "Dumb-ass, inform "C" that operation-" She was cut off. "Yeah, yeah." he said lazily. "SNAKE! This is important!
It is August the 20th!" She heard Snake gasp through the watch.
"Affirmative. Where is he?" Samus smirked at how he changed from sleepy to dead serious. " He is out for a walk. He said he will be back in about 30 minutes. Which gives us about a 20 minute time window to get this done. I will need eyes on him.
Keep me posted. Samus out."
*Don't worry, I know it's short but I promise the other chapters will be much, much longer than this one. After all, this is the intro.
I will be taking in exactly 8 OCs because a lot of SSB characters just would'nt fit right. Unfortunately, no powers and stuff. Just give me a name, very specific details on your character and how he/she looks, and their personality. Also, I was thinking of adding Ichigo and grimmjow in the mix. What do you think?
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