Chapter 2-Understanding You

Mario nearly slammed the door in my face when I finally got upstairs. I was beyond scared, but I needed to know the truth.

"M-Mario! Please just tell me what's wrong!"

He whirled on me, and this time, managed to get a real hit off of me.

"Mario..."

Mario

I hit my only brother...

What the hell is wrong with me? Mama Mia!

I reached out to help Luigi up. He smiled. I started to laugh just then, because Luigi, to me, had always had a very weird smile. It was more of a cheetah-eating-a-lemon kind of smile.

Meanwhile,Luigi stared long and hard at me. "Mario? You alright?"

That's when I realized that I had almost killed myself. I felt blood on my hand from gripping the blade so tight.

I gave my worried little brother a small smile."Yeah, I'm-a-okay."

Luigi

Mario didn't look okay to me.

In fact, he looked a bit disturbed.

"Mario. Tell me what' s wrong. My brother wouldn't almost kill himself if he was okay."

Mario

Luigi could read me THAT easily?! Mama Mia!!!

"Luigi...I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."

"W-Why?! Mario, I'm your brother! You can trust me, and you know that!"

"I know, but..." Things in my life were beginning to get too,TOO complicated.

Luigi stood his ground. I never saw my baby brother, who usually runs from his own shadow, get so mad. Before he lost it, he tried one more attempt at asking me what was wrong. At the same time, I was wondering,"Should I just tell him and get it over with?" Finally, neither one of us could take it. It was almost somewhere between three and three-thirty in the morning.

"Okay, Luigi. You win. I'll tell you, but you...might not understand it."

Luigi

What is there about my brother that I couldn't understand? Now, instead of scared, I was worried.

"Luigi, the time you saved me from that mansion,do you remember?"

I had told me how proud and thankful he was for me to do that.

"After that,when I went to bed, I had a really strange dream.I dreamt that ...that I was back in that same mansion, but without anyone that I knew. It was pitch black, and the only thing I had with me was a flashlight. "

He turned away before continuing."As I walked on, I kept hearing these weird voices. It kept getting louder and louder, until that was the only thing I could hear and process. One of the voices though,sounded a lot like you."

This really was getting confusing. Why was he hearing me? "Go on."

"I had no idea what you were trying to tell me. You kept saying,'Run away! Mario, get away!' I would just...stand there, completely clueless,and ..."

Mario was staring to doze off. I touched his shoulder and mentioned him upstairs to go to sleep.

"Mario...What is going on with you?", I thought as I watched him finally close his eyes.

He was he just said made no sense, and I didn't even want to think about it. Too confusing.

The next morning, I had woke up later than Mario, and I was just getting was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. "Hey, Mario." Mario turned to look at me."Hey."

I sat down with my own cup of coffee,except for the fact that mine had cream."Luigi, can I finish telling you what happened?" "Of course."

I wanted to know what was wrong with my brother, but I also wanted him to know that he could trust me.

Mario picked up where he left off."When I would finally figure out what it is you were trying to tell me, this odd sensation would shoot all over my body."

I interrupted."What kind of odd sensation?" "Like someone was...trying to yank my spinal cord right felt sharp, then dull."

"Then what?" He shrugged. "It would be black as night, and I couldn't see for awhile. I thought that I was just at that moment ...the brightest light would flash in front of my eyes. Afterward...I would awaken."

This whole conversation was beginning to frighten me. Why would Mario hear me in his thoughts and dreams? Why would he feel that weird dead-like sensation?And why couldn't he make sense of it?

Looking at Mario, I could tell that he had the same questions running through his mind as I did."Has it reoccurred?", I asked. Mario shook his head no.

"How long have you had this dream?" "I don't know when exactly it started, but ,... I'm guessing about a week."

We stood up, and Mario smiled."Thanks for talking to me. You shouldn't have to worry about it now, I hope," I said to him. He nodded.

Just then, we both had a revolation. We were supposed to meet the princess a hour ago for something, and it was already a quarter to twelve!

We looked at one another, then sighed."Mama Mia!"

Even now,as we raced to get to the princess's castle, something was telling me that Mario was hiding something more, but just couldn't tell me. At least now,I understood my brother's feelings a little more, and I felt that would be enough-for now.

A/N: Sorry if it's of it came from a really odd dream I had, and the rest I filled in. Please tell me what you think of it,and give me some reviews and a little feedback to help me out! No flames,please! And Thanks!