Heheheheh...I didn't mean to forget about this story, promise! I am not good at juggling stories...well Mirrored Eyes was updated fairly quickly! Enjoy!
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"shh... it's Nightmare's base. You-we might be able to save everyone, there's no time to waste."
Jecra grumbled, Meta Knight was always like this. He always strayed away from the topic at hand with something more 'important'. In short, Metty didn't like to feel embarrassed, or for that matter uncomfortable. He looked at the lifeless form of Sir Aaron Kibble, wondering why Meta seemed so content with death, not troubled in the slightest. Once his companions claim reached his ears, Jecra's thoughts went immediately to combat situations and how they would infiltrate the base. He searched for all possible exits and any weaknesses, but he could find none.
Jecra felt his feet move out of their own accord, back and forth, back and forth. Jecra began to do pace, slowly gaining speed the more he did so. His mind was filled with complex strategies but he knew none would work. He continued to pace, thinking more and more complex strategies that wouldn't work. He wasn't a general, but he knew strategy, and the more strategies he thought of the more he dismissed. If anything, he had to risk his life for her, if it came to that. He heard something different in the area around him, but quickly shook his head against such insecurities.
"Jecra...Jecra! Were you even listening?" Meta's voice brought him out of his reverie, causing Jecra to jump slightly.
"Of course I was listening, we should go over the plan again for safe measures." He replied, knowing full well that Meta Knight could easily see past his reassurances.
"I knew it. Anyways, I was saying that we could attack demon beasts and be 'willingly' captured. Then we most likely will be brought to where the others are being held, when that happens...well we've been captured before. Now do you have it, or am I to repeat myself again?"
Jecra considered his up-front idea, Meta Knight had always been one for the most complex of ideas, and yet he was offering one of the simplest solutions? It didn't make sense to him. He glanced at Meta Knight and felt the edges of his vision turn darker. While he had been thinking of complex strategies that wouldn't work, Meta had found the simplest and most possible situation. He looked back at the base and rubbed the empty locket. He had made his decision.
"While I fully agree with you Meta...there haven't been any demon beasts around here for a while. What are-?" He was cut short by Meta Knight roughly shoving him to the ground.
"Meta...what are you doing...?" Jecra managed to say before sand filled his vision, nose, and mouth. He only had a split second to see the golden orbs of his friend turn to a dark, menacing silver. Pain shot across his shoulders, and he felt warm liquid blossom underneath his tunic. More and more came from his back as he was attacked by the whip of his former friend. Once he felt the nausea from blood loss, and he felt his will and determination diminish, Meta brought him back out of the sand and wrapped a cloth in between Jecra's jaw. He grabbed Jecra by the arms, and none to gently pushed him towards a corner of the demon's base. Jecra felt his vision swim, his nose burned, and through this all he could feel was the burning fire that raged within his chest.
His clothes bloodstained and himself barely able to stand, Jecra could just make out a small notch in the side of the wall. From the reflection, his captor's eyes were still silver, and his friend seemed to be enjoying himself far too much for this to only be acting. He watched as Meta seemed to listen to the wall, as if waiting for something. He felt the wave of nausea hit him again as he looked at his companion, the person in front of him...wasn't Meta Knight. He couldn't be, Meta had a sense of honour! He would have to wait before he confronted the impostor, it was hard to talk with a gag around your mouth anyways.
There was a soft click and a small portion of the wall swung inwards, exposing the horrors beneath the sturdy walls. He was inside the base and that thought alone brought him intense loneliness as he knew he wouldn't have anyone to support this move at all.
Jecra felt his eyes narrow beneath his mask, the edges of his vision turning a dark ruby red. He held back mental curses as Meta shoved him inside the base, the fresh wounds angrily throbbing against the sudden contact. Again and again he was shoved, that is until they reached a grand looking door, polished and trimmed with a copper colored substance that looked almost like blood. Meta forced him into the room behind it, and bowed down upon entering. Jecra felt the corners of his mouth tug down even more than they already were, his vision filling with red. On every corner of the room-no every possible space, it was covered in failed experiments or the starts of a new one. If possible, Jecra would've lashed out at the next thing he saw. The captured Star Warriors armour lay strewn about everywhere, and through a window to the next room he could see Sir Arthur getting beaten and tortured.
Jecra felt the unnecessary pressure applied to his own wounds as another demon beast brought him in front of something previously covered by a giant chess board. A throne, covered with the same substance as on the door, was occupied with none other than the evil tyrant himself, Nightmare. Now he knew why 'Meta Knight' had bowed, it was a respect thing.
"Remove the gag, I want to hear it scream in pain."
The two demon beasts holding him quickly untied the gag, but Jecra felt blood from his mouth. He would not speak, he would not divert more attention to himself. Nightmare simply waved his arm and Jecra felt the two demon beasts behind him smile. A sense of dread replaced the burning that had been there only seconds before. He looked behind him at the growing number of demons under Nightmare's command, each waiting for his blood to hit the floor, each awaiting for his screams of pain to reach their ears. Their eyes glinted maliciously back at him, and the fear within him only seemed to intensify. Their cruel smiles was the last thing he saw before he was whisked away to another room.
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The demons cackled with glee when their newest captive was sent away. They would have fun watching him crack, sensing his fear and all the more blood to feel run down their throats. That was the last of the Star Warriors, who would stop their reign now? Many of the demon beasts had already tasted Star Warrior blood and those who hadn't were anticipating the rare delicacy.
The demon beasts looked at their life-long partner, Meta Knight. He was the one who gained the Star Warriors trust, and he was the one who told the beasts where they could locate the army. It was all a part of the plan, and no one had suspected their dedicated commander to be one with Nightmare.
Sharp sounds of metal against metal, clicks and groans, and a chilling red gaze filled the room they occupied. The demon beasts let out frenzied and excited sparks into the air. Their blood-lust grew more fierce and more refined as they waited for their master's orders, but until then it was a mass of hungry and blood-crazed beings. The games were to be held in a month, and that would certainly bring fresh blood to their mouths.
They would wait, and they would feast. Nothing would stop them from enjoying the way they had been built, absolutely nothing. Their enemies may try, and would most likely die in the process.
"Dragoto, Hikaru, and Seffali torture him until he is ready to break, then we'll send him in to the Chamber of a Thousand Uses. Make me proud." Nightmare's voice cut into the havoc, calling to the demons like honey does to a bear. He would see the last of the Star Warriors suffer, and he'd see it with his own eyes. Nightmare allowed the edges of his mouth turn the corners into a cruel smile. He would enjoy this, and his puppets would finally rest well that night.
Nightmare watched as the three demon beasts he'd called slowly got down on one knee and bringing their other arm up to a salute. Then they briskly walked out of the room, leaving the rest of their brothers and sisters to stay in a state of frenzy.
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Jecra watched as three monsters stepped into the room, a dragon, a pure dark cloud that absorbed light, and a humanoid like himself. One brought out a whip, the other drew its claws, and the third seemed to only intensify in its dark shadow. Their eyes a mixture of blood lust, and something different, something far more intelligent than their mindless bodies. It was that something that gave him the strength to face the morning.
Even with a bloodied and bruised body, he would always have hope. No matter what, you could always have hope, even if it seemed the world was against you.
Jecra winced as he was yet again led forcefully to another room, this one was filled to the brim with different crystals along the wall and creating a labyrinth-like room. There were things within the crystals, but he couldn't tell what they were from the distance he was at. His three torturers looked at him, and began to converse in whispers, clicks, and other noises. All noises he couldn't understand.
"What should we do with him, Seffali? Obviously the normal method won't work and he still has that glint in his eyes...Surely you can think of something?" Dragoto hissed to his partner.
"Well, if the normal won't work and the abnormal is against our Leader's wishes...Why don't we try the in-between? He wouldn't know what hit him, and it would begin the process slowly and painfully. We could wait for his hope to drain out, and by that time he'd be perfect for the games," Seffali easily responded, casting Jecra a dark look as he did so.
"I believe that might work, Seefalleee. My, your plans are so unorthodox, I like it," The ghastly cloud murmured, laughing after she'd spoken.
"For the last time Hikaru, it's Seffali, not Seefalleee! Now get the antidote to the toxic thing known in this world as hope or love!" Jecra watched as the two other beings scrambled around the room after the humanoid had spoken. So he was the leader of the small group, eh? Overall, he'd heard two names, Hikaru and Seffali. He believed that the ghost thing and the humanoid were Hikaru and Seffali, now he'd just have to listen for the dragon's name.
Jecra watched as something familiar passed under Seffali's eyes, and felt himself sink when it was quickly squashed and those eyes remained cold and humorless. The two other demon beasts assigned to him quickly held him down, and handed Seffali a small syringe filled with a dark liquid. Seffali gave him a smirk before he got down on his knees and whispered in Jecra's ears, so only Jecra could hear,"This is going to be fun, elf-boy." With that said, Seffali injected the liquid into Jecra's arm, the substance draining seconds after it pierced the flesh.
Jecra's vision faded away into a blank nothingness as his world exploded into more pain than he'd ever experienced before. His very core felt like it was on fire, burning and burning with an eternal flame. It felt like every atom in his body was being ripped and shredded, only to be put back together again to face the same thing. He felt a scream escape his lips, his heart was beating frantically inside his chest. The pain wouldn't ebb, it only continued coming as his back arched and he let out another scream of agony.
After this, he decided, the only time Nightmare would hear him scream would be a cry of victory, not submission. And it would be Nightmare the one to cower in fear, not the other way around. He would save every living being from within Nightmare's clutches and he would bring them to the light again. Even Meta Knight, the one person who he thought he could count on, but most importantly, he would save her, no matter what it took.
He felt Hope rise within himself again, and this time, he wouldn't let it become withered like a tree without water. No it would stay strong as the mighty sun, and it would continue to shine brightly for all to see. He would stop Nightmare, even if it cost him his life. He would save Meta from the clutches of evil, even if he had to kill his friend to do it. And he would save the leader of the small band of torturers, of whom he'd seen a flicker of something familiar. Jecra would no longer be in the sidelines, it was his opportunity to take, not anyone elses, his, and his alone.
"My my...aren't you an interesting one. That spark of yours is still there, and that dose doesn't seem to be working now, does it? Say 'Sayonara' to everything, kid, there isn't anything left to hang onto," Seffali stated, before he injected something of a royal purple color into Jecra's veins.
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Meta Knight tried not to wince as he heard more and more frequent screams of his friend. He'd betrayed him, but it had been for what he was made to do. He had been created to lead the Star Warriors into Nightmare's clutches, and he'd done it well.
He looked backed at his master and felt a small ray of anger well up inside him. He was not supposed to be this way, he'd fallen victim to Nightmare's trap! The Star Warriors were supposed to have won, and he knew it was all because of him that they lost. No, that was dangerous thinking, he was Nightmare's demon beast, not a Star Warrior. It was the recycled soul that was talking through his thoughts, not his own. He'd done what he'd been made to do, and he shouldn't feel remorse for his actions. He was 90% demon beast, the other ten just made actions possible, nothing more nothing less.
Jecra was a pawn, not a friend and not a foe. Just a pawn that he used to anchor the trust he gained. It was right for the Star Warriors to be punished, they had went against his master's wishes. Jecra was nothing to him. He only cared about his home and his people in the tyrant of evil's base.
'Really now? Then why do you have to keep reassuring yourself, puppet?' The voice of that recycled soul coaxed to Meta Knight. It had been there since his creation, and for as long as he lived, the voice would plaque his thoughts and emotions like a parasite.
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Okay, just want to get a few things straight.
1. Hikaru is the black thing of smoke, Dragoto is the dragon, and Seffali (Sah-fall-ee) is the Humanoid.
2. Hikaru means bright light, so I put that in there because I love irony.
3. I have yet to make a plot for this, but if you could tell me where you think it's headed, that would be greatly appreciated.
Please review if you want to.
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