The racecars whizzed by in a blur, and Marth had to shield his face from the cloud of dust that followed. He pushed his dark blue hair out of his eyes, and watched the cars speed around the track. He could hardly remember what had inspired him to accept Captain Falcon's offer to come out here and watch his tournament race, and he was certainly starting to regret it. Of all the people the captain had invited, only a handful had come, and most had wandered away by now – leaving only Marth and Pit.

Marth glanced over his shoulder at the younger boy. He was standing incredibly close to the track, cheering on the racers as they shot by, his hair and clothes covered in the dust. He had a big grin on his face, and Marth turned away, annoyed. Without a doubt, Pit was his least favourite Brawler. Out of all of them, he even liked Wario more than he liked Pit. At least Wario wasn't a troublesome prankster kid. Ever since Pit had arrived, he had done nothing but torment Marth. And always Marth. The prince was getting fed up with it, but no-one ever listened to him. Pit was so popular with the other Brawlers, that they overlooked his faults. It made Marth's blood boil.

He turned again to glare at Pit's back, and then turned away, heading for the exit. Seeing as Pit could fly, he had gotten himself inside of the racing circle, where he had a great view of everything that went on. Though it might have been cool to be so close, Marth wasn't overly fond of the dirt – or Pit – and was glad that he had stayed outside, where there was an easy escape route. He shook his head and left the track.


"Hey, Marth!" Marth looked up to see Pit waving his arms at him, "They're about to do the last lap!" The angel was grinning from ear to ear, and Marth rolled his eyes, uncaring. He had come back to pick the kid up – against his will of course – as Pit couldn't yet drive. The race was supposed to be done by now, it had been a long time, but apparently it was still going, and Pit was as enthusiastic as ever.

"Come and see!" Marth stared stonily at Pit, waiting for the stupid race to be over so he could take the kid back to the manor and finally get some peace and quiet. Pit turned back to the race, and fixed his eyes on Captain Falcon's car, "Go, Cap! You can do it!" Captain Falcon looked up and gave him a thumbs up. Pit returned the gesture, still grinning. He was so concentrated on Falcon's car, that he hadn't realized what he was doing. Marth squinted his eyes, leaning forward. It looked almost like Pit was actually on the track's edge, and there was a blue racecar approaching…

"Pit!" Marth called loudly, unthinking, and Pit turned to face him. His wings billowed out, and he saw the racecar heading for him. His eyes widened. The car sped by, temporarily blocking Marth's view, and narrowly missing Pit. However, the speed of the car caused its wheels to act like a vacuum, and the force of them grabbed hold of his wing. Marth couldn't see much of what was going on – he was on the opposite side of the car, but he knew that Pit's wing had gotten sucked into the front wheel. The driver, apparently unaware, continued racing, and Pit, caught in the wheel, was dragged along behind him. Marth screamed, and leapt up. After a few seconds, a small trail of blood appeared from behind the car, and Marth freaked out. He ran onto the track, not thinking at all anymore, and raced across, waving his arms like a madman, and hollering to get the driver's attention.

By now, Captain Falcon had discovered that something was wrong, and he looked away from the road to where Marth was acting very out of character. And then he saw the reason why. His car skidded to a halt, mere feet from the finish line, and he was out before it had stopped moving, sprinting towards the center of the track.

The driver of the blue car saw all of this out of the corner of his eye, and he had no idea what was going on. He shook his head and tried to focus on the race, but grew more confused when Falcon exited his car, giving up his chance of winning. Why? Suddenly, he noticed a thin trail of blood in the track ahead of him, and his eyes went wide. Someone's been hurt! He followed it with his eyes, noticing that it seemed to go all the way around the track to… right behind him! He hit the brakes.

Marth lowered his arms as the car skidded across the track. He had a clear view of Pit now, but he couldn't see much at the speed they were going. He raced to the car, faster than he had gone in his life, and reached it before the racer had left the vehicle.

"Pit!" he leaned over the boy, who was staring into the sky, a shocked look frozen on his face, "Pit!" Marth looked him over. He was covered in cuts and scrapes – no doubt from being dragged behind a racecar for an entire lap – and his right wing was completely inside the car from the looks of it – his arm partly as well, probably due to him trying to free himself. Marth looked around, "Falcon! Call for help, quick!" the driver climbed out of the racecar, and nearly doubled over,

"Oh my gosh!" he cried, his eyes the size of dinner plates, "W-what happened? I…I didn't… did he… I…" Marth growled,

"Shut up," he snapped, "I'm thinking!" there was blood everywhere, Marth was covered already, and Pit wasn't responsive. His breathing was shallow, uneven, and Marth found himself fearing for the boy's life. "Pit, can you hear me?" He cradled the limp boy in his arms, careful not to tug on his wing, which was still trapped, "Pit?" Captain Falcon ran up,

"Joe's on his way!" Marth nodded, Joe was the Brawler's official doctor since Dr. Mario had been cut – he would know what to do. Meanwhile, Marth just had to keep Pit out of danger… more danger.

All of the racers were heading towards them, worried about what might have happened, but Captain Falcon shooed them away. Eventually they all moved on, but for the one who owned the blue car, who sat on its hood staring at them.

"Don't worry, Marth," Falcon said slowly, "Joe'll fix him right up." His voice didn't sound very confident, and Marth heard in it the same fears he knew were in his own,

"Yeah… no need to worry…" The two glanced back down at Pit, whose eyes were still staring at a fixed point in space, unaware of everything going on around him. The bleeding was seemingly worse than before, and Marth yanked off his cape in an effort to slow it. He wrapped it around Pit's body, unable to do anything about the worst part – his wing. He hoped Joe would be able to get it out of there.

A sudden commotion at the gate caused the two to look up, and they spotted Joe running towards them, his assistant Kasey at his feet. Kasey was pushing a stretcher as fast as she could, but Joe soon overtook her and caught up to Falcon and Marth,

"What's the pro…" Joe's mouth dropped as he noticed the bloody mess in Marth's arms, "Oh crap." He leaned over and quickly examined Pit. Kasey made it over and left the stretcher to the side, coming over herself to see what was wrong. Her hand went to her mouth. Joe frowned, "This is not good," he said, looking at the wheel and at Pit, "Not good at all." He yanked a syringe out of his long white coat, already stained red. "Marth, get this into him." He handed it over to the prince, and then looked up at Falcon, "Gimme a hand with this, will you?" The two leaned over the wheel.

Marth glanced at the syringe, cringing. He hated needles, and he was supposed to stab it into Pit? He took a deep breath, preparing himself, and then felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Allow me?" Kasey stood over them, a worried look on her face. Marth nodded, gladly surrendering the syringe, and Kasey did her work quickly. Pit's eyes focused for a moment, filled with pain, and then rolled back in his head with a sigh. Marth also breathed a sigh of relief, he was asleep, unconscious. No way was he hurting now. Kasey gently took a hold of Pit's head, watching as Falcon and Joe struggled with the wheel. They had managed to get the wheel out of the car with minimal damage to the wing, but the next part wasn't so easy. It seemed that it had actually gotten tangled in the car's inside mechanisms as well, who knew how, and it was going to be a challenge getting it out.

"C'mon," Joe pleaded with the car, "We have to hurry!" The two pulled the car apart, careful of Pit's wing, and after what seemed like forever, were able to get it free. Marth winced when Joe took it out. It was ripped to pieces, no wonder Pit had been in shock. It hardly looked like an angel wing anymore. Joe clenched his teeth together and stood up. "Can you get him on the stretcher?" Marth looked up,

"Oh," he blinked, "Of course." He gathered the boy in his arms and gently lifted him, rising to his feet. He laid him on the stretcher, still wrapped in his cloak, and Kasey grabbed the handle,

"Let's go!" she cried. Joe nodded, and the two started for the gate. Marth and Captain Falcon glanced at the abandoned car by the finish line, and the dissected one covered in blood by the track's edge, and then raced after them, leaving the track bare.