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So, this next one's short, sorry.

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Ike meant the world to her, seeing him okay filled her with joy. She smiled and reached out to touch his face and ran her fingers down his cheek.

"I'm glad your okay." Zelda said softly.

"Never mind me.. What happened with you?" Ike asked her, obvious concern in his voice.

"What do you mean?.. I was just worried." Zelda responded. She sat up to see she was in a hospital. It was so cold there. It was sterilized and lonely, it was like they were prepared to see her die. She reached up to touch her face, she felt lines of stitches and scabs trailing down her cheeks.

"Why'd you do that to yourself?" Ike asked her. Zelda opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't make out any words.

"I.. Umm.. Uh.." Zelda stared at her hands, she realized they were shorter. The doctors must've clipped them to try and prevent another incident. The room stayed painfully silent. Zelda looked over at Ike was sitting on a chair next to her bed.

"I.. I don't know.." Zelda whispered. She looked at Ike's expression, it almost seemed like he was frustrated with her. She had done nothing wrong, Ike had no reason to be angry with her.

"I'm sorry." Zelda looked away and felt a similar burning sensation in her eyes, tears began to form. She heard Ike stand walk out of the room. After the door shut, she began to cry. She curled up watching the clock on the wall. It was 4 o'clock, so the tournament would be starting in three hours. She thought about not going, but it would just cause people to lose even more respect for her. She removed the blanket covering her body. She got off the bed and realized she was in a hospital gown, it showed her backside completely. The thought of anyone besides Ike touching her made her cringe. She started looking for her clothes, but the room was completely empty besides the beeping monitors, a drawer and two chairs. She searched as hard as she could, between every nook and cranny, in every drawer, twice, under her bed, under her pillow; she looked everywhere, but obviously her clothes weren't there. She sighed and sat down on one of the chairs. She was never one to dress provocatively, or without class. She hated the thought of showing skin. She was just brought up that way, but she made an exception. She walked over to the door and creaked it open and checked for any passerby, she saw no one was there so she quietly stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her. She sidled along the wall making sure no one would be able to see her bar back. She eventually reached the corner, and peaked to see if anyone was there. She noticed a nurse exiting a room, so she bolted back down the hall and ran into the elevator. She pressed the first floor button with one hand and tried to close the gown from behind with the other. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. On the other side stood a dirty seemingly uncouth man. He walked into the elevator and leaned on the back wall. Zelda felt his gaze. She could feel his eyes staring at every inch of her body. Her palms started to sweat, and rage began to consume her. How dare he look at her? Her fists clenched and her blood rushed through her veins. Her heart racing, she turned around and looked straight at him, hate in her eyes. Time seemed to stop as she stepped closer to him. She raised her arm and placed her hand on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing!" The stranger yelled, trying to push away her hand. Zelda's hand began to burn, until she finally gripped his face and began to crush it. His screams filled the elevator as she dug her fingers deeper into his skull. Blood began trickling down her hand, then her arm then dripping onto the floor. He facial expression never once changing, just a blank look of anger on her face. She continued causing him agony until the man no longer made any noise. No gasps for air, screams, or coughs from coking on blood. She removed her arm and let the lifeless body drop to the floor. The damage was all too clear. His face was completely dismantled. Zelda stared at the bloody corpse in front of her. Her common sense suddenly rushed back. What had she done? She didn't even know him. He had done her no real harm. He never deserved that. Zelda screamed backing away from the body. She removed her gown to clean her arm. She opened the elevator doors and ran out as fast as she could. She ran into one of the hospital rooms. It was vacant, no patients were there. She fell to the floor, holding her legs against her chest. She stared at the clock realizing it wasn't moving. It hadn't even been five minutes since she's left her room. Time really had stopped. She laid down, letting her bare skin touch the cold tile floor and felt a familiar peace take over her body.