A/N: Thank you so much to all who reviewed, favorited, or followed this story! :) I really appreciate it! And now, on with Chapter Two! (I still do not own Super Smash Bros. Brawl.)

Killer's POV

I see the swordsman, Ike, standing guard at the entrance to the basement. That fool. He thinks he can survive the night. I silently open the vent and drop to the floor. My footsteps are unheard as I stalk towards my next victim. Grinning sinisterly, I raise my weapons and rush forward, slashing deep into his throat before he can make a noise or try to fight me. He starts to fall, but I catch him and look at him. His eyelids flutter; I stare him dead in the eye.

"…You…?" He says weakly, blood coming out of his mouth in a thin stream. Hah, just like his friend Marth. "But…why…?"

I shake my head no, smile evilly, and deliver the final blow. His head lolls lifelessly to the side, more blood coming out of his mouth. I drop him on the floor, reveling in the horror of his friends when they would find him dead. Casting one last look at my latest victim, I exit the basement to prepare to strike again.

The Following Morning

"IKE!" Peach screamed, waking Sheik, Snake, and Pit. They rushed to her side to find her sobbing over Ike's lifeless body.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault," cried Peach, "I should have woken up and taken over his shift! Now he's gone, forever!" She buried her face in his cloak, which was stained with blood. Pit put his arm around her, murmuring words of comfort in her ear. Sheik and Snake looked on sadly. Ike had always been so strong and brave when the killings had started, and now he was dead…

They buried him in the backyard of the Mansion with his sword, Ragnell.

The rest of that day, no one really did much of anything. They were all emotionally drained after the death of their strong swordsman. Reflecting on the previous events, they had decided to set an alarm clock after three hours, so they wouldn't have to rely on others to wake them up. As night fell, there was an oncoming sense of dread that no one wanted to admit to feeling.

"I want to take the first shift," Peach declared when night fell. She gripped her Fan of Mercy in her right hand. Pit volunteered for second shift. "I'm going to avenge Ike," Peach whispered softly.

"Peach," Sheik murmured, "it's not your fault that Ike was murdered. Don't judge yourself too harshly for that."

"But I was the one who had the next shift!"

"You were asleep; you couldn't have woken yourself up!"

Peach looked away from Sheik and down at her Fan of Mercy. "Whatever. I just don't want to see another one of you get hurt or die…"

Sheik put an arm around the saddened princess. "I understand." Peach looked up at Sheik and smiled. "Just be careful, ok? Don't do any reckless things, and remember to always alert us if you see the killer."

Peach nodded. Sheik gave the princess a light hug. "Goodnight, Peach."

"Goodnight, Sheik." Peach hugged the ninja back. Sheik left Peach and climbed into bed, pulling up the sheets and falling asleep quickly. Pit and Snake had fallen asleep long ago. Good luck, my friend, good luck.

Three Hours Later

BEEPBEEPBEEP—

Pit jumped, sitting up in bed. Shutting off the alarm, he grabbed the Star Rod from under his bed and went to the guard post…

Only to find Peach lying bloody and lifeless on the floor. Pit backed up, horrified, then bolted back to wake the others. "You guys, you guys," he cried, shaking them awake, "Peach is DEAD!"

Snake and Sheik leaped out of their beds and hurried to the guarding post. They knelt down over the princess's body, mourning her death. Pit put Peach's head in his lap, looking at her beautiful blue eyes, which were still open, and then at her bloody wound, which was a long, deep horizontal gash across her throat.

They brought her to the kitchen, cleaning her wound and placing her in a bed, covering her until tomorrow, when it was safe enough to bury her.

By the time their job was done, it was about 3:45 in the morning. Pit bravely volunteered to take the shift the rest of the night. Snake was to wake up at the six o'clock alarm and secure the base until seven. And so it was that Snake and Sheik fell into a very uneasy sleep while Pit remained on the lookout for the killer.

Killer's POV

Ah, so the angel Pit is on guard tonight. I watch him from my lookout point, so vulnerable and unsuspecting. I barely suppress a dark chuckle; this is going to be easier than I thought. That princess was such a pushover, I'm surprised I just didn't kill her off first like the other weaklings. I notice the Star Rod in Pit's hand; that thing can give you a thrashing if the user puts their mind to it. Well, no matter. He won't even have a chance to react when I end him.I stealthily advance towards my next victim. Any last words? I think to myself. As if he hears my thoughts, he murmurs, "May Palutena guard me, and keep me safe…" Ha, you fool. Palutena won't be able to guard you from this. I smirk evilly and lunge for his throat.

Three Hours Later

"NO!" Snake yelled. Sheik rushed to where Snake was holding Pit's dead body in his arms.

"Pit…" Sheik murmured, stroking his soft, white wings with her fingertips. They were stained with splattered blood.

Snake's voice came out broken, "He was still so young…"

"I know…"

They grieved silently over their fallen comrade. Snake, after a while, murmured, "Two of our number in one night…"

"How did we fall to this?" Sheik's voice came out as barely a whisper. There was no answer for several minutes.

"We have to fight."

"What?" Sheik looked at Snake like he had sprouted rabbit ears. "This killer murdered almost all the residents of the Smash Mansion. Do you even realize the gravity of that sad fact?"

"Yes, I know. But look, there are only two of us right now; we're the only survivors of this tragedy. Would you rather wait until he kills us, too, or would you rather at least try to catch this murderer and end this whole mess?"

After a few moments, Sheik nodded. "Tonight, we'll end the killer."

When the sun had risen, Sheik and Snake went out to bury Peach and Pit in the backyard next to Ike. When their task was done, they hurried back to their bunker to prepare for the night. They went to the weapons closet to select a second weapon (Sheik's Beam Sword and Snake's Home Run Bat were both stored under their respective beds) they received quite a shock—the weapons closet was empty.

At this discovery, a sick feeling of dread swamped the two Smashers. They looked at each other, horrified. They rushed over to their beds, where their initial weapons had been placed. To their immense relief, they were still there.

The rest of the day seemed to pass by extremely slowly. Sheik and Snake were wary and on edge. Every few minutes, they would look at the basement's entrance. As the sun set, they started to prepare their weapons, looking at each other and if their gazes met, looked away quickly.

Sheik finally got up from her bed and came over to Snake. "This is it, huh."

Snake nodded. "The last stand."

Sitting on the edge of Snake's bed, Sheik asked quietly, "Do you think we'll survive this?"

Snake put a comforting arm around Sheik. "We have to. And we will."

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you thought about it! The third (and final) chapter will be up soon.