This is my first attempt at horror. I will probably completely mess Tabuu up due to the fact that I have never seen anything with him in it. I just needed someone really evil. Hopefully I didn't mess up the 'horror' part too much…

Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo.

The winged boy lay, leaning against the wall of the ally, covered in blood. Most of it was his own, but some of it was from the battle he'd just fought. The angel groaned, trying to get up. His friends were still fighting that war, and Pit had been blasted away. He had to go back…and help…

Almost everyone who walked by Pit glared at him like he was disturbing them, walking by and not bothering to help the poor angel. Pit struggled to move. One of his wings was bent at a funny angle, and his pale arms were completely bathed in blood.

The shop next to the alley Pit was lying in was losing business because of the injured angel. The manager sent his son out to move the angel.

"Are you okay?" Pit could only groan. His head lolled uselessly on his shoulder, and his breathing was shallow and fast. The boy, who couldn't have been more than eight, went back into the shop, calling nine one one on the store phone. The paramedics were at the scene in minutes.

There were only three of them, and one of them only drove the ambulance. The shop manager's son was sitting at Pit's side, trying to get him to speak. One Paramedic jumped out and began checking to see if the angel was breathing. The other stood nearby.

"That's funny, he looks like one of Master Hand's. What's he doing all the way out here?"

"I don't know, but we'll take him to the hospital downtown while we contact Master Hand, 'cause this kid ain't gonna live to much longer if we leave him here." Both Paramedics got on their knees and began trying to get a response out of Pit.

"Hey, kid, can you hear me?"

"We need you to stay awake. Come on, don't fall asleep."

Pit could hear them, and tried to oblige. But he was so tired, and everything was fading. The angel closed his eyes. The voices of the paramedics were slowly becoming garbled and far-off like a badly tuned radio. My friends! I have to go back…and help them fight…if they lose, it'll be my fault…because I wasn't there…stay strong….. for them…. The angel blacked out.

So what did you think of my first horror chapter? Good? Meh? R&R, no flames. Constructive criticism welcome.