Sept 1
Today we finally gave up.
After losing everything, we finally gave up.
We walked up to the Justice. The fighters that were still alive kneeled as Master Hand walked forward, his white hair floating behind him. The silence was defeaning. I could feel our pain, emotional and physical, in the air. We lost Nes yesterday. He died of his injuries.
I could hear the agony in Master Hand's voice. I could see it in his movements. I looked to my right, where Samus kneeled. To the right where Ike was kneeling. We all lost so much. It wasn't fair. We didn't want to fight this war. We were tricked, and all possible ways to get back home were destroyed.
We're the only free ones left, I think. The humans were all imprisoned or executed because they didn't surrender.
"We give up." When Master Hand spoke, I could feel myself shattering. There was no way I could go back home. I would have to stop beeing captain of the angel guard and give up my bow. I'd be another regular human, save for the wings. Zelda, Peach and Marth would have to give up hope on returning to their kingdoms. Link won't be the Hero of Time anymore; Ike won't be the leader of his mercenaries. Fox won't pilot his Arwing in space, the pokémon hybrids would have to give up their tournaments. The enormity of it all hit me like a brick wall.
"Very well." the head soldier wasted no time in porting us to the General. I looked up, and the world's new ruler had compassion sparkling in his eyes. Compassion for our shattered minds, our broken hearts, our bloody bodies. It had been a gruesome three years of battle. He had offered us peace. After years of refusing we come and beg for it. Yet he still is compassionate. I think he might be good for this world. I remember what he said to us clearly.
"The last free humans. I didn't mean for it to come to this. I'm sorry. But they fought after I offered peace. I know you were forced to fight. I wish I could bring your friends back, or at least get you back home." he paused. "Master Hand, your mansion is located in District 58, Quarter 17, correct?"
Master Hand nodded.
"All of you. Once again, I'm sorry. For everything. Let me make it up to you, if only just a little bit. District 58, Quarter 17 is all yours as long as the mansion stands. You can live, train, garden, whatever. All the way from the peak of mount Smash to the end of the forest is yours. If one of you tresspasses on goverment land, you are all dead. If the mansion is destroyed, you have two days to salvage any belongings and turn yourself in. Otherwise you are dead." His gaze surveyed us, then he ported us to the mansion grounds.
I wonder how long this peace will last.
Pit closed his journal and ran his finger along the worn leather spine. He sighed. It had been two years and yet the pain was still fresh. He missed his friends, his bow, his home. The mansion and the fourteen others were all he had left. A single tear landed on the aged leather.
He stood up, not wanting to delve into memories, but he was already far too deep. The angel could remember all of the fallen smasher's faces. They were smiling and determined, yet their eyes betrayed pain, like they did when they were alive. He sat on his bed again; he pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them. He could still remember how every single one died. The scars that snake around his body were accumulated when he tried to save them. He recalled Lucas' death the best. He saw the look on Ness' face as Lucas died. He remembered watching the 16 year-old's heart shatter. Every single smasher was no longer whole after that day. They had all changed, hollow shells of what they were before.
A soft knocking at the door of his room broke him out of his trance. He lifted his cerulean eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Samus walked in.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently, walking over to the bed where Pit was sitting, still clutching his knees.
"I found my journal." the angel rasped. Samus picked it up and opened it to a random page.
July 17
Lucas died this morning.
It was a hard blow to everybody, especially Ness. I have no clue if they were more than friends, but even if they weren't, they were pretty damn close. I was sitting in the infirmary getting my arm bandaged, when I hear Ness start crying. I walked into Lucas' room. The black-haired PSI teen was clutching his friend's sheets and sobbing loudly. He had his cheek pressed to the blond's bloody chest. I could hear him whispering "No, please, please don't go. You're all I have to live for. Please." It broke my heart even more, if that was possible. I pulled Ness away gently, and he clung on to me, sobbing into my shoulder. I watched his soul die with Lucas. When I looked into Ness' eyes I saw despair, pain, and nothing. That broke me completly. I was too numb to cry. I just sat there, holding my friend, watching my other friend fade into nothing.
Samus slammed the journal shut and threw it across the room, not wanting to remember.
The room delved into pained silence.
The two friends sat on Pit's bed, tears streaming down their faces. Pit was crying openly; Samus turned away to try and conceal her tears. The angel looked at the blond's back. Her hair was out of it's ponytail, streaming down her back in small waves. His eyes traced the ex-bounty hunter's figure, scanning the scars on her shoulders, revealed by the sleeveless tank top she was wearing.
"Samus?" The brunette whispered tentatively, reaching out and brushing her forearm with the back of his hand. She didn't react. Pit crawled over so he faced her. He looked in the blond's azure eyes. His long fingers traced the scar that crossed her lips vertically. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his face. The chozo warrior smiled slightly, sighing. The angel lowered his head near his friend's, their lips almost touching. They stayed in this position for a long time, his hand on her shoulder. The silence was welcomed, comforting the two broken smashers. Their even breathing echoed through the room. After awhile, Pit leaned in more, his lips brushing Samus'...
All of a sudden, a scream was heard from the left wing of the mansion. A wave of heat blasted through the air.
"Fire!" Samus and Pit jumped away from each other, eyes wide. The ex-bounty hunter opened her friend's door, emerging into the smoky hallway. Pit joined her, journal clutched in his hand, crouching underneath the deadly smoke. He pointed towards the open window on the far right of the hallway. They crawled up to it and stood up. Samus shoved her head out of the big window, looking at the ground five stories below. Pit looked over at her worried features and picked her up bridal style. She gave a surprised squeak as he jumped out the window, landing swiftly thanks to his wings. The angel put the blond down and they walked to the edge of the forest boarding the mansion courtyard.
"What happened?" Marth ran out of the woods behind them, his panicked gaze locked on the mansion. "Where are the others?" Pit shrugged. As if on cue, Peach walked out of the flames with Lucario and Ike, who was holding someone in his arms. Crazy Hand tore across the courtyard towards an emerging Pikachu. Master Hand helped a limping Link as Kirby followed them. Zelda appeared next to them, supporting an unconcious Fox.
"That's everyone." murmured Samus, still clutching the angel. Marth ran over to Ike. He took the injured person in his arms and brought him back. The three friends gazed at the pale face of Roy.
"He was crushed by a falling beam." Ike said solemly, approaching with Lucario and Peach. Soon everybody was sitting with Pit and Samus, getting their injuries checked. Link had second degree burns along his arms, Fox had passed out from smoke inhalation and Roy was bleeing profusely. Otherwise there were barely any injured. The group sat in silence, watching the dancing flames that devoured their home. Peach occasionally checked on Fox and Roy, who were both still unconcious.
Pikachu was the one to voice the question on everybody's mind.
"What do we do now?"
A/N: Chapter 2 :p Still don't own anything. Bet you guys are wondering how a circus prologue related to this. Well, keep reading (and maybe review) to find out! Sorry it's so short.
Next chapter focuses more on Ike, Marth and Roy, it should also be a little longer. By the way, everybody's humanized, if you hadn't guessed already.
;D Thanks to my reviewers :) It's okay if you don't know what the song is, you get a cookie for trying :D I'm not telling you until someone get it right though.
