Wow, alright. So I haven't looked at this story for like 3 years. Whoops. I'm not sure why I updated it, a lot of this story is going to need some work and that's going to take a lot of commitment. If you can make it through the first 10 chapters then you'll reach what I just updated, which I think exhibits more the tone I wanted to convey in the story. Some of this stuff seems juvenile, but I guess that's what I get for trying to tackle a story like this in high school. I'm rather interested more in what people think of chapter 11, and if there's enough feedback I'll go back and redo these earlier chapters. I also thought this was a cool idea, but my grandiose plans were hindered by my inexperience. So let me know what you guys think. Thanks for dropping in on this experiment.


The Edge of Power

"Many years ago, in a time of chaos and confusion, two stark white-gloved hands came forth and cast a disturbance among the land. Followed by an army of wire framed beings, homes were burnt down, towns were demolished and many people were killed. Wherever the hands went, fear struck those around. The witnesses of the destruction prayed their last prayers. The worlds across the galaxy were rapidly being conquered by this new menace. They brought anguish and misery in their wake, and no one seemed able to stop them. But in the midst of it all, a small band of heroes from all through the galaxy, from different backgrounds and different specialties emerged to ward off this evil. Each with their distinct differences, they resolved the White Hands must not be allowed to reign over their homes any longer and were determined to bring peace back to the galaxy."

"Forcing back the dastardly White Hands, the heroes started to win small victories on their planets. Soon the Mushroom Kingdom, Hyrule, Kanto, and other major Hand strongholds were liberated, and the galaxy began to refer to this small band of heroes as the Super Smash Brothers. Gaining momentum, the heroes fought their toughest battle yet, on Pop Star. But their losses were not in vain, for they learned the weakness that could bring down the Hands. When together, the White Hands were too powerful, so the "Smashers" would have to attack them separately. Fueled by their new-found spirit, they split into two groups and struck at the opportune moment. Each group fought valiantly to defeat their common foe. Blow after blow they soon lost their control and power. Slowly but surely the Hands fell to the might of the Smashers and could do nothing to stop them separately. After the Hands were defeated, the heroes used six crystal shards to lock away their devastating power. Each shard was respectfully placed on each peninsula of Pop Star and the final at the Fountain of Dreams, lying in the middle of the others."

"The menaces were defeated and the entire galaxy celebrated. The reign of the Hands had finally come to an end. Each member of the Super Smash Brothers went back to their home planet and enjoyed the first day of freedom. But the Smashers would not stay together. The heroes quietly withdrew back to their old lives. After that, no one ever saw the former heroes again, but some say they still are around keeping a watchful eye on their worlds."

"Wow that was a great story Mario," exclaimed an ecstatic little toad. Around him were other young toads all listening to every last word of the story. Mario got up from his chair and put the story book back on the shelves of the daycare center.

"Yes, I liked it too," Mario answered back to the toddler, "Unfortunately I have to get going."

"No, No! Don't go! Wead us anotha' stowy!"

Outside, fireworks were blasting off in the night time sky to commemorate the five year anniversary of the Smash Brothers triumph over the White Hands. On the streets were parades full of ribbons, banners, confetti, balloons; all signifying the peoples freedom.

"I think it's getting a tad too late, it's almost eight o'clock." Mario patted the little toad's head and looked over to find his brother, Luigi, who was supposed to have met him there ten minutes ago. No sign of him yet. Mario figured Luigi had got caught up in the festivities and looked for the day-care assistant.

Breaking the silence, a small toad asked, "Are you one of the Smashers Mr. Mario?"

Mario was surprised, and answered casually, "No…I'm just a plumber. Where would you get that idea?"

"My mommy says the Princess was one of them too, and you are her friend, so I thought you must be one too."

Mario didn't particularly like lying, and liked lying to children even less, but knew the repercussions that would come should it be revealed he was one of the fabled heroes. The fame, the money, the power, it wasn't something Mario and the others fought for. At least it wasn't something Mario wanted. He couldn't have stood by and watched the Hands take over all he held dear.

Mario laughed, "Well, we all have our suspicions. For all I know, you could be a Smasher yourself!"

"Mr. Mario…!"

Mario ruffled his hair, said good bye to the kids, and walked out of the building. The festivities were still going strong; explosive fireworks filled the air like sanguine bombs, and the streets were lined with a steady, forceful march of strength and power. Waiting on the street corner near the day-care, Mario took off his hat, flowing his hands through his hair. Mario was still thinking about his brother. The two had agreed to meet their partners Princess Peach and Princess Daisy and quietly celebrate the event, away from the rest of the commotion. However, it was now nearing half an hour from the time Mario agreed to meet Luigi. Mario decided to go check home when he felt a drop of water fall upon his head. Looking up, dark clouds were moving into the sky. More raindrops began to fall as a sudden gust of wind threatened to blow the hat from Mario's hand.

Mario fitted his hat neatly back onto his head and mumbled, "Looks like a storms a comin'."

He ducked down and jogged through the rain back to his home.

The City of Dreams, center of Pop Star

It was now early in the morning as the fiery sun had just come up, and Kirby was sound asleep. The short, pink hero was living modestly on the second floor in an apartment complex, with the advertised scenic view of the Fountain of Dreams out his window. He had told the landlord he had just loved the view, but was there only for one reason, to protect it. In fact, the view was less than satisfactory, for a hill obscured one side of the fountain, and the more expensive and more renowned hotel down the road blocked the other side. It was little concern to Kirby, for he liked the shade the said hotel cast upon his residence. So the city casts a shadow upon its hero? Kirby felt it ironic. Nevertheless, he wanted to remain that way, a life of luxury was something that never appealed to him. What did was food and sleep.

He was abruptly awakened by a loud explosion coming from a few blocks down. He sat up groggily and looked around. He could hardly believe the celebration was still going on. He checked his clock; four thirty three. The sun shone in, showcasing the remnants of last night's dinner strewn across the ground. Kirby mumbled some profanities and threw his blanket over him. Another explosion erupted, and managed to shake the foundation of the apartment. Tossing the blanket off him, Kirby sat up again, looking once again at his ground. Noticing the sun again, Kirby rubbed his eyes to try to clear his vision.

"Why is there sun…where's my shade…" Kirby said, half indignantly and half asleep.

Getting up, Kirby stumbled over to his window as another explosion sound off nearby. What sounded like gunshots could now be made out in the distance, as well as screaming and shouting. Kirby looked out, and squinted through the sun to see the hotel across the road in front of him was blown apart. People were running out the doors and into the streets where a mob of men with guns and uniforms were herding them up. He could also see soldiers heading toward the Fountain of Dreams.

"Oh…crap." Kirby looked around his room, trying to figure out what to do. More explosions close by made Kirby look again outside. On the far side of the fountain, a jet soared by, over and past his apartment. Then another explosion on the far side of the fountain, and another closer, and again another closer. There were bombs being dropped in a line, closer and closer to his building.

Slowly backing away, Kirby was stunned.

"Oh no…oh no no no…"

Another explosion, and another.

"Uh…uh…" Kirby looked for his door to get out when loud banging could be heard on it, from the hallway outside.

Another bomb, landing closer. The apartment began shaking; the bombs would land on his building in seconds.

"Open the door!" A harsh voice could be heard from the hall, "Now!"

"Shut up!" Kirby yelled, looking for a way out. He saw into his bathroom, a small window, "That'll do."

Kirby ran for the window, jumped up and as he was crawling out the final bomb hit his building. The impact lifted Kirby through the air, out his window, and sent him sprawling through the air. Landing over forty feet away, Kirby poked his head up through the rubble. His ears were ringing from the explosion.

"Gahh! Not a good day…" He said to himself, getting up and shaking off the dust. Running down the alley, Kirby got into view once again of the Fountain of Dreams, still surrounded by soldiers and still unsure on what he was going to do. He now looked up and saw behind him a huge ship, at least ten football fields in length. Kirby let out a breath in exasperation. What is going on…? he thought. One thing was for sure, he would have to get out of there. But right when he turned around, a squad of men were there, pointing their guns toward him. One of them spoke something into the radio, but Kirby couldn't hear.

Kirby slowly raised his hands in the air and spoke to them, "Listen boys, just ease up…I'm just a-". Just then another explosion shook the ground and Kirby spun around to make an escape. However, as he turned, he ran right into something—or someone. Someone much bigger, and much hairier. Kirby was spun back around and held into place by his obstruction. His hands were like that of an ape.

"Ok, ok…I give, just let me-" Kirby was cut off by a gun butted into his face, knocking him out cold.

"Let's take him back to the mother ship with the rest of em' for interrogating," said who was holding Kirby.

"Roger that, sir." The soldier saluted him and radioed the ship hovering above the city that the prisoner was coming aboard.