Chapter Two! In this chapter, we find out exactly why Pit needed to go back and fight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo.
It had started out like a normal day. Breakfast, Brawls, free time, lunch, Brawls. After the afternoon Brawls had finished, though, the disaster happened.
The front door had been completely blown off of its hinges, and a masked man was standing in the doorway. He laughed and called, "This is the end for you, Hand! Once I finish off you and your precious Brawlers, the rest of the world is next!"
Tabuu unleashed his army of multiple enemies the Brawlers had fought. Within seconds, every Brawler and assist trophy was fighting.
"Bring the fight outside!" Master Hand had called. Every Brawler trusted the hand completely, and did as he said. They formed a ring around the mansion, preventing the army from going inside. The damage was real, though, and everyone was soon laced with numerous cuts and bruises. They kept fighting, though. As far as Pit knew, he was the first one to go. The reapette slashed both blades down at once, pinning the angel to the ground. He'd cried out in pain, but before anyone could cover him, he was completely covered in the monsters. The angel had almost given up when he found himself being lifted up on a large pink mat. Pit found it getting harder and harder to breathe. The pink mat was trying to carry him into space. In a last effort, the angel rolled off of the flying carpet and allowed himself to fall.
He tried to glide down, but Pit was so tired he couldn't hold himself up. On the way down, he clipped his wing on a building and tumbled the rest of the three stories down to the pavement.
Pit remembered this part. What he didn't remember was feeling fine a few seconds later. The angel looked around, and before he could do anything, the dream changed.
He was back at the mansion, but something was different. There was no sound. It was like a desert wasteland. Everything was cold and foreboding, not like the regular, welcoming mansion Pit knew. He walked through the trashed building. There were burns and slash marks in the walls, and everything was broken. Then the angel came to the entrance hall. The door was nowhere to be seen. He walked outside. There had obviously been a fight, but it was impossible to tell who the victor was. Blood was everywhere; scorch marks stretched across the grass. Pit knew this was the fight he'd been fighting. He looked for any sign of life, any sign of his friends.
A quiet laugh began behind Pit. The angel turned and saw Tabuu looking at him as he laughed louder and louder. Pit stared in horror as Tabuu flung his head back and sent his mocking laugh to the heavens.
"Where are they? What have you done with my friends?" Pit asked, desperately seizing Tabuu's arms and shaking them. As soon as the angel made contact with the man, Pit's hands began to burn.
"Where are they? What have you done with them?" Pit kept screaming, his palms burning. Everything began to blur, the only solid objects were Pit and Tabuu, who was still laughing. "Where are they? What have you done with them?"
Everything dissolved, and Pit woke up.
The angel immediately wished he hadn't woken up, because with the consciousness came the pain. Pit was breathing heavily, and there was a beeping sound beside him. He looked over at the heart monitor, which was resounding in a pattern too fast to be normal.
"Hey, kid, calm down. Don't want you to have a heart attack, especially in your condition." A nurse beside Pit's bed chided. The angel looked at his body. He did look pretty bad. His wing was splinted where he'd hit it; his hands were wrapped where he'd hit the ground, his arms bandaged where the reapette had pinned him down. Pit's toga was tattered and bloodstained all over, his practically bare chest blue and yellow with bruises. The angel tried to talk, but his voice was hoarse and he could barely manage a whisper. The nurse decided now was a good time to talk.
"You're from smash mansion, right?" Pit nodded.
"Well, we haven't been able to get a hold of Master Hand. Do you have any idea why?" The angel's eyes went huge; his pupils shrank to the size of breadcrumbs. Pit opened and closed his mouth, trying to talk. He shook his head slowly back and forth, trying to deny the inevitable. Tabuu couldn't have taken all of them, could he?
Pit had to see for himself. He ripped the IV out of his arm, pulled the heart monitor off, too. The beeping turned flat. The nurse tried to stop him, but the angel pulled free of her grasp and ran out of the room. He caught the first elevator he saw and went to the first floor. And then he ran.
Pit may have been a good athlete, but in his current condition he couldn't outrun to many people. A couple of doctors stopped him in seconds.
"No…I have to see…they have to be alright…" The angel reverted to muttering to himself again.
"Who's alright? What happened to you?" The angel shook his head.
"I have to see…by myself." Pit pulled away and continued running.
As many people have said, the story isn't very scary. I guess it isn't. It's just…sad. It will get scarier…maybe… R&R, no flames.
