Super Smash Brothers Melee - Special Edition
im re-releasing because for some reason i couldnt add chapters to the last one...
Authors notes: There are a few things I would like to say before you read this fic. This fan fic is grungy reality. There will be no cutesy, happy ending. There will be blood. There will be death. Also there are other things that go against what the video game stood for. Links sword actually cuts (reality check). People do not die from being knocked off, they simply die. All characters can speak, even Pikachu. I am not including Jigglypuff and Luigi because they are too hard to write for. And that's about it.
Introduction
The floor of the arena, home of the last battle from the original SSB tournament. Now it lies in ruin, the walls barely cling to their stones and the dust never seems to settle. 2 years later and the world still doesn't have a champion, the tournament failed to answer anything. But with a supposedly permanent truce hanging over the arena it seems that there will never be a true winner. But at the same time a shadowy figure stands over the arena. This being has only one thing on its mind. "Soon, soon we shall see who is the strongest of all". With that the shadow disappears into the night and the arena is alone again.
Elsewhere in the backroom of a nightclub a secret meeting is being held. The loud music can barely be heard through the large steel doors of the room. There, in that room, two people converse in secret. "Well, its all set, just as you wanted it" was whispered from a small, shifty looking man towards the back wall. A deep growling voice replied "ha ha, very good". The small man stood up and started to get but instead said, "I've just got to know, I understand why people would want the tournament restarted, but I understand why you of all people would want it started. I just fig..ured...". But he didn't get to finish his sentence. The other person in the room stood up revealing his true size. And while taking a step closer the large figure raised his voice a little saying, "I do NOT care what you think you think." The large figure is now towering over the small man. "But what I DO care about is you doing your job right! Or else I will have to do something, not nice. "At that same time the large figure reached down with his hand and place it on the table. And with his over sized claws, the large figure left a very large slash mark on the table. By this time the small man had nearly wet his pants. After a moment the small man gathered his courage and managed to squeeze out a reply, "Ye..es....Lord....Bow...s...ser" and with that the small man made his exit and the meeting was over.
*A few days later*
Toad is walking down the street towards Mario's house. Of course the little mushroom is skipping as he has good news for Mario. When Toad reaches the door he can hear Mario's T.V. on. Toad politely knocks on the door and rings the bell.......No answer. He tries again. The door is unlocked, might as well go in. "Mario!....MARIO! Are you here?". As toad walks into the living room he sits down on a chair in front of the T.V. "Must have just missed him." The T.V. is on a documentary about the tournament and is almost over, "And so the treaty was signed and peace was obtained, but for how long? With tensions continuing to mount in the different realms, are we close to a war?" The T.V. now has Toads attention. "Mushroom Kingdom and Hyrule have been the most recent targets of attacks and Dreamland is still recovering from a mysterious bombing". Toad looks around for the remote so he can turn the T.V. off. But instead his eyes come across an opened letter. After reaching down to pick it up Toad proceeds to read it. His eyes scan over the letter, then as he reaches the end, his eyes slow and a look of shock over takes him. "Oh god". Toad bolts out of the house as fast as he can and continues to run dropping the letter behind. The letter opens up to reveal the last line, "Meet me at the arena".
*That evening-The arena*
The arena is just as quiet at night as in the day, nothing ever changes. But a new footprint can be found on the ground, that of Mario's standing in the middle of the arena. He keeps a silent vigil in the moonlight. But now footsteps can be heard coming from a doorway. Light, quick footsteps turn into slow soft ones as a figure enters the doorway. The first thing that Mario sees coming into the light is a shining sword. Link continues to walk until he is only 20 feet away from the plumber. They spend what seems like an eternity with their eyes locked, until Link speaks. "So, this is how its going to be huh?". "Only if you want it this way" is Mario's reply. "Oh yes I want this, and you do to". At the same time Mario and Link both take fighting stances. But they just stand there. A small breeze picks up some dirt and moves it across the arena, then silence once again.....But the silence is broken from the sounds of Mario and Link running at each other at full speed. Both are ready to land the first strike, but only one can.
Thus it all begins, a new beginning.
Author: I wrote this quickie to give you a sense of my style of writing and also as a warning as to the violence content... the good stuff has yet to come ;)
im re-releasing because for some reason i couldnt add chapters to the last one...
Authors notes: There are a few things I would like to say before you read this fic. This fan fic is grungy reality. There will be no cutesy, happy ending. There will be blood. There will be death. Also there are other things that go against what the video game stood for. Links sword actually cuts (reality check). People do not die from being knocked off, they simply die. All characters can speak, even Pikachu. I am not including Jigglypuff and Luigi because they are too hard to write for. And that's about it.
Introduction
The floor of the arena, home of the last battle from the original SSB tournament. Now it lies in ruin, the walls barely cling to their stones and the dust never seems to settle. 2 years later and the world still doesn't have a champion, the tournament failed to answer anything. But with a supposedly permanent truce hanging over the arena it seems that there will never be a true winner. But at the same time a shadowy figure stands over the arena. This being has only one thing on its mind. "Soon, soon we shall see who is the strongest of all". With that the shadow disappears into the night and the arena is alone again.
Elsewhere in the backroom of a nightclub a secret meeting is being held. The loud music can barely be heard through the large steel doors of the room. There, in that room, two people converse in secret. "Well, its all set, just as you wanted it" was whispered from a small, shifty looking man towards the back wall. A deep growling voice replied "ha ha, very good". The small man stood up and started to get but instead said, "I've just got to know, I understand why people would want the tournament restarted, but I understand why you of all people would want it started. I just fig..ured...". But he didn't get to finish his sentence. The other person in the room stood up revealing his true size. And while taking a step closer the large figure raised his voice a little saying, "I do NOT care what you think you think." The large figure is now towering over the small man. "But what I DO care about is you doing your job right! Or else I will have to do something, not nice. "At that same time the large figure reached down with his hand and place it on the table. And with his over sized claws, the large figure left a very large slash mark on the table. By this time the small man had nearly wet his pants. After a moment the small man gathered his courage and managed to squeeze out a reply, "Ye..es....Lord....Bow...s...ser" and with that the small man made his exit and the meeting was over.
*A few days later*
Toad is walking down the street towards Mario's house. Of course the little mushroom is skipping as he has good news for Mario. When Toad reaches the door he can hear Mario's T.V. on. Toad politely knocks on the door and rings the bell.......No answer. He tries again. The door is unlocked, might as well go in. "Mario!....MARIO! Are you here?". As toad walks into the living room he sits down on a chair in front of the T.V. "Must have just missed him." The T.V. is on a documentary about the tournament and is almost over, "And so the treaty was signed and peace was obtained, but for how long? With tensions continuing to mount in the different realms, are we close to a war?" The T.V. now has Toads attention. "Mushroom Kingdom and Hyrule have been the most recent targets of attacks and Dreamland is still recovering from a mysterious bombing". Toad looks around for the remote so he can turn the T.V. off. But instead his eyes come across an opened letter. After reaching down to pick it up Toad proceeds to read it. His eyes scan over the letter, then as he reaches the end, his eyes slow and a look of shock over takes him. "Oh god". Toad bolts out of the house as fast as he can and continues to run dropping the letter behind. The letter opens up to reveal the last line, "Meet me at the arena".
*That evening-The arena*
The arena is just as quiet at night as in the day, nothing ever changes. But a new footprint can be found on the ground, that of Mario's standing in the middle of the arena. He keeps a silent vigil in the moonlight. But now footsteps can be heard coming from a doorway. Light, quick footsteps turn into slow soft ones as a figure enters the doorway. The first thing that Mario sees coming into the light is a shining sword. Link continues to walk until he is only 20 feet away from the plumber. They spend what seems like an eternity with their eyes locked, until Link speaks. "So, this is how its going to be huh?". "Only if you want it this way" is Mario's reply. "Oh yes I want this, and you do to". At the same time Mario and Link both take fighting stances. But they just stand there. A small breeze picks up some dirt and moves it across the arena, then silence once again.....But the silence is broken from the sounds of Mario and Link running at each other at full speed. Both are ready to land the first strike, but only one can.
Thus it all begins, a new beginning.
Author: I wrote this quickie to give you a sense of my style of writing and also as a warning as to the violence content... the good stuff has yet to come ;)