AND HERE'S CHAPPIE TWO!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KIRBY. JUST PLOT. (do I had to say this in every chapter?)

I gasped. What did he say? Son of... Nightmare? No, he can't be. He's-he's too innocent, but... how does he know so much then?

"You're w-what?", I stammered, stepping back even more. His body began to shake slightly.

"It's true... Nightmare is my father. I am not a demon beast though. I am his flesh-and-blood son." His voice was cracked, like he was crying tears of shame, being the offspring of the most evil and powerful being in the universe and all that crap.

I gathered my courage and sat next to him on the bed, putting my arm around his trembling figure. I saw transparent tears slide out of the corners of his eyes, which were clamped shut.

He sniffed, rubbing his face dry with the bedsheets. He sighed, a sound so full of sadness and hurt that my fear of him went away in a single breath. I hugged him, hoping to stop his crying. He buried his head in my shoulder, sobbing quietly.

"I'm guessing you didn't like being a evil sorcerer's son?", I assumed. He shook his head. I rubbed his back affectionately.

"He's horrible", he said, his voice slightly muffled, "H-he killed my mother in cold blood. He turned my brother into a demon. He destroyed countless amounts of innocent people. He kidnapped children! To use them as test subjects!"

"That's terrible!", I exclaimed. He lifted his head up, eyes big, sad and a deep sapphire blue. His bottom lip trembled and tears threatened to come again.

"He's shown me many things. He's beaten me for not being what he thought was strong. I've never seen him be even close to a loving and caring parent in my life. You have no idea what I've been through. And I wish you don't." A tear slid down his cheek, and I wiped in away.

"It's okay, Meta", I reassured, "He won't be able to get you here." Meta didn't look convinced.

"He sent a demon after me... Her name is Dianaca. The Giant Beast."

BOOM!

"HOLY CRAP!"

BANG!

"HELP ME!"

CRASH!

"OH MAH GAWD!"

SHINK!

"ITS GOT ME! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

Sounds and screams echoed all around the two, the air smelled of spilled blood and fear. I leapt to my feet, unsheathing my sword and dashing out the room.

"Stay there!", I called behind me.

'There's no way in hell I'm gonna do that', Meta Knight thought, jumping off the bed. He scanned the area, in search of something he could use as a weapon.

'Bingo!', he said mentally, as he spotted a sharp steak knife in an opened drawer. Why the hell that was there, he had no idea, but he was grateful for it. He sprinted outside.

Rain drops fell from the darkened sky, terrified screams pounding against the boy's head as he ran. Blood was splattered everywhere. A few bodies lay around, dark red liquid seeped from deep slashes that ran across their bodies.

But what hit Meta Knight the hardest was the smell. The odor of stale and fresh blood and flesh hung in the air. Meta Knight managed to keep himself from doubling over and throwing up. The sickening scent made his eyes water and his sensitive nose sting.

He ran towards the miniature battle field, a huge humanoid woman holding a spear and shield swiping at the star warriors below. Her face was twisted in rage and she was terribly ugly.

Just the sight of her mashed in nose, her short, insect filled, poop-brown hair, her glowing red eyes, her ripped and dirty dress of rags, and her fat, fat, fat figure nearly made Meta regurgitate whatever morsel of food he ate in the past hour.

The giantess caught sight of the young boy, her eyes widening once she recognized him. She sucked in a deep breath and...

"DEMON PRINCE!", she roared, fire spewing out her mouth. She kicked away what star warriors were in her way and stomped towards Meta.

As if by instinct, Meta sprinted forward, slipping his knife into his belt and grabbing two swords from two different corpses.

"META! NO!" He heard Garlude scream, but he ignored her. Dianaca reached down and attempted to scoop Meta Knight up, but he sliced at her hand, making her pull away. Pale blue eyes showed his satisfaction, for the monster screamed in rage and pain, her hand bleeding profusely.

Her red eyes glowed brighter, sheer rage and insanity gleaming from their blood red light. She roared once again, stabbing at Meta with her over-sized spear. He barely managed to evade its deadly sharp head.

He sliced at her ankle, her surprisingly soft skin making it easy to enforce damage onto the demon. She screamed in pain, punching the ground where Meta was once standing. He was behind her, and he planted his swords into her calf, making her scream louder.

He climbed up her bleeding legs, the giantess trying to shake him off, all the while crying and shrieking because of the pain. She attempted to grab the boy again, but he slashed at her whenever her hand was close.

'I'm lucky that these things are excessively stupid', Meta thought, grabbing onto her dress and scaling up her back onto her shoulder. She desperately tried to get him off, but failed miserably. Meta was too quick and he knew how to defeat all the different demons his father created.

The giantess swiped at the little boy again, and managed to slap him off her shoulder, right before he could slice open her neck.

"META KNIGHT!" Garlude screamed in terror. "NO! META KNIGHT!"

Jecra followed his friend's terrified gaze and gasped when he saw the little boy flying through the air seemingly unconscious. Meta Knight couldn't hear her. His ears rang ad he felt a horrible pain in his chest.

He fell headfirst towards the blood and rain soaked ground. He opened his eyes and felt a tug in his back. He spread purple demon wings and zipped upwards. He spiraled through the giantess's lame attempt to catch him.

His eyes glowed white, as did his swords. He sent two huge sword beams, both cackling with pure energy. Dianaca stepped out of the way of one of them with abnormal agility. The other, however, cut her right arm off, leaving her to howl in pain as her liquid life drained away.

Meta's wings had begun glow as he flew around Dianaca at the speed of light. Soon, a small tornado began to form from the wind Meta created. It spun Dianaca in circles , making her dizzy and disoriented. She stumbled around, swinging her one arm blindly at the little boy flying around in front of her.

Meta threw his swords, implanting them into her eyes, then got out his knife as she screamed and clawed at her eyes. There was a tug in his gut as he gathered an extremely large amount of power within him. His entire body was consumed with a white blow until he was just a white ball of light with a tiny point sticking out of it.

He flew towards the giantess's heart at breakneck speeds. He stabbed into her heart. A hole bore her chest, blood spewing from it as she fell to the ground, never to move again. All the star warriors who weren't too badly injured had gone to the outside walls of the their base to watch the battle, managing to bring a few injured soldiers along.

"Impossible", Arthur breathed. Garlude stepped forward. Arthur faced her, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed.

"Sir, he's harmless. Really. He just saved our lives! If we keep him on our side, then maybe we can win the war", she said.

She had already told her leader everything Meta told her. And after this little show the boy put on, Garlude was sure Sir Arthur believed every word she said. Falspar pushed her out of the way.

"Nonsense! That kid's dangerous! What of this was just an act? What if he was sent here by Nightmare to destroy us? You saw how much power the kid has!"

THUMP!

Everyone turned to stare at Meta, who had finally landed in front of them. A few of the star warriors stepped back in fear, but Meta just stood there, staring. He folded his wings and they disappeared from sight.

Falspar unsheathed his sword and attempted to attack Meta, but a rock hard fist connected with his face and sent him straight to Mt. Unconscious. Garlude harumphed and ran to the young boy and hugged him.

"Oh my gosh! I thought you were going to die!" She held him at arms length, staring into his innocent silver eyes. "Don't you ever do that again, unless you really have to. Okay?" He nodded cutely.

"Okay," he responded. Garlude heaved a sigh, pulling Meta close again. He hugged her back, tears forming in his eyes. He felt something wet dribble down his chest.

Curious, he put a hand inside his shirt. He pulled it out and gasped at what he saw. His entire hand was covered in his dark red blood. Garlude gasped and let go of him.

His head started to hurt, a sudden wave of pain caused him to crumple to the ground. Garlude took off her jacket and wrapped it around his bleeding wound, while Arthur and a few others ran inside to get the medics.

The rest checked on all the bodies, to see if some of them were alive. Meta's world faded into darkness as his life force slowly drained away. Muffled shouts of 'Don't close your eyes!' or 'Meta, please stay awake!' echoed through his head.

The pounding grew worse with each word said. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes open. As they shut, he saw the blurry figure of Garlude. He could tell there were tears streaming down her face and that she was screaming his name.

'No. I'm not gonna die. Stay alive. For Garlude. For your friend', he told himself. He entered a deep sleep, fighting off the death cloud that was slowly consuming his soul.

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