The room was pitch black, save for a few flickering lamps and a dim computer light. Two inhumanly beautiful girls and a frizzy haired old man crouched before the screen, muttering while pointing at the screen. Another girl sat against a wall, bored out of her minds.
A sweet, happy voice chirped, "What about her?"
A hoarse voice replied, "Ruth, use your brain. We wouldn't be able to do anything to her. She's too positive. Everything we would try would backfire."
"Then him?" asked Ruth.
"Too egoistical."
"*yawn* Remind me again professor, but what do we need again?" complained the second girl in a bored tone.
"We need someone brave, someone smart, someone like me to do the job. These people don't really have what I need. Any suggestions, Edwina?"
Edwina took control of the mouse. She scrolled down the page while muttering to herself. Suddenly Ruth cried out, "Professor Manny, look! He's perfect for the job! He would do anything to keep his friends safe. Anything and everything!" Professor Manny bent over the screen, his frizzy afro of hair obscuring the view.
"Ruth, you're right! He is the one," exclaimed the professor. The girl named Ruth flashed a large smile that seemed way too big on her small, dainty face. The professor directed his command to the third girl and commanded, "Victoria, go to the Smash Mansion and capture me this man!"
Victoria narrowed her eyes. "Who is it?" she asked.
"This is…"
"Training? Right now?"
"You bet your shiny little tiara!"
All of the smashers at the Smash Mansion turned their heads to see Ike happily dragging Marth down the hallway towards the training room.
"But why now?" questioned Marth as he stumbled down the hall due to the speed of his spiky-haired friend.
Ike rolled his eyes. "You really don't know?" Marth looked at Ike with questioning eyes and a confused look, and Ike rolled his eyes again. "Well, for starters, it's almost always occupied. Link and Wolf are always hogging the place. What other chances do we get? Secondly, there's a tournament coming up and I, well we, need training," replied Ike. Marth sighed and ran his hand through his shiny blue hair. True, Link and Wolf spent all their spare time in the training room; Link to hone his skills, and Wolf in order to defeat Star Fox (not that he ever could).
The training room was a fairly plain and large area with huge walls of white, dirtied with various weapon marks and gray footprints. The duo looked around and saw a strange and unrecognized young girl staring at them.
The girl's milky white skin glistened under the florescent lights like a polished tile. Full crimson lips decorated her small mouth, which turned upwards in a devilish grin. Glossy rings of dark auburn cascaded down the back of her white satin dress and flowed over her puffy sleeves. Lace framed the edges of her dress and the front of her large hoop skirt. Her poofy dress could be described as what English people wore in the nineteenth century. A large hat, rimmed with lace, obscured most of her face and partially shrouded her glassy eyes. Pink ribbons were tied all over her body and dress. A long made story short, the girl was basically a living Victorian doll.
The girl narrowed her eyes and glared at Marth and Ike. The girl's mouth opened and a sweet English accented voice rang like bells, "Are you Marth?" Marth slowly nodded. He noticed that her evil smile had widened. Turning to Ike, he muttered, "I've got a bad feeling about this. Who is she?"
"No idea. I'll go ahead and ask her," responded Ike.
"No! Don't do it," warned Marth, but Ike had already stepped forward. Just as Ike approached in order to ask her, the girl growled, "Give me Marth, or else I'll kill you!"
Ike retreated a few steps and Marth gave him an I-told-you-so look. Ike narrowed his eyes and attempted once again to question her. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" yelled Ike.
The girl let out a snort of laughter and swept long, chocolate colored curls out of her expressionless green eyes. "The name's Victoria," she replied in her eerily sweet and voice. The girl suddenly disappeared and the two swordsmen let out gasps of surprise. Behind them, Marth heard the sugary tone hiss, "As for the second question…that's none of your business." Marth turned around just in time to see Ike groan, collapsing on the ground, and Victoria grasping a bloody Ragnell.
Marth's fingers found their way to his sword, and he swung at the girl. Victoria shielded herself from the blade with her arms. As Falchion collided with Victoria's arms, a loud cracking noise met Marth's ears, and Marth stared with disbelief at the shattered blade. Tossing away the hilt, Marth rolled across the floor as Victoria slashed repeatedly at him. A particularly hard swipe caught his shoulder, and Marth could feel the metal pierce his flesh. Marth grimaced in pain and staggered backwards and fell against the wall, his chest heaving.
"Had enough?" sneered Victoria as she approached him. Marth glared at her, his back pressed against the wall and his legs unsteady. He growled, "Never," as his legs gave out and his shoulder wound throbbed.
The corners of the girl's glassy lips turned up. "You're quite a persistent little boy," she remarked. Walking over to Marth's fallen friend, Victoria placed her hand on Ike's face. A flash of bright light temporarily blinded Marth. After the light faded away, Marth opened his eyes to see Ike pushing himself off of the floor and a porcelain doll that looked exactly like Victoria lying on the floor with Ragnell lying beside it. Ike picked up Ragnell and pressed it against Marth's throat. Ike's blank and expressionless sapphire eyes stared down at Marth's huge, fear filled azure eyes.
Sensing Marth's fear and shock, Ike smirked. "How does it feel to be killed by a friend? How does it feel to know that your demise was caused by someone you trusted?" taunted Ike, accenting every other word with a knee in Marth's chest. Marth coughed, spitting out a mouth full of blood. The wicked smile slowly spread across Ike's face. Ike's foot impacted against Marth's chest, and the force of the kick sent more blood out of Marth's mouth and dripping down his chin. Gasping with pain, Marth's thoughts turned to Samus, the girl he loved. To be unable to convey his feelings for her would be like the end of the world.
Ike's foot made contact with Marth's gut, and Marth saw was another flash of bright light and Ike's body collapse, Ragnell falling out of his limp hand. Then he passed out.