Marth was horrified. He was attacking Ike almost involuntarily, and he couldn't stop. He mindlessley slashed his sword at his lover, only getting close enough to cut his body. He shouted, screamed, sobbed, but couldn't do anything to stop whatever made him do this.

"Marth… why are you doing this? Why? I loved you… I never took from you… all I did was give! What did I do wrong? Marth? Please, stop! It hurts!" Ike cried as he fell the the ground, immobilized by his injuries inflicted by the prince.

"Ike… I'm sorry, I can't make it stop... Please! Help me! I can't stop it!" Marth said as he continued to beat Ike's poor, defenseless body.

"Marth… I don't get it… what did I do? Please… everything hurts.. please, stop…" Ike begged as he began to cough up blood.

"Ike, I can't… no, stop it, whatever it is, please!" Marth cried." His body continued to spaz and injure Ike until then, Ike let his last breath slither out of his lips. Only then did his body regain control of itself.

"Ike… Ike? No! Why… I, I didn't… I didn't… I couldn't stop it…" Marth sobbed. Then, Ike suddenly jerked his head up, with his eyes completely blank, and let out a nasty, distorted, and disturbing shriek as if it were a scene from a horror movie. He came closer and closer, his skin crumbling and rotting until he looked like a mutant undead beast…

00

"Ahh!"

Marth rose up from where he dreamt the awful nightmate, breathing heavily. The memories of the nightmare came rushing back to him, he began to feel increasingly horrified and sick. He coughed sickly into his hand, but luckily, nothing came up.

Ike was next to him, having to sleep in Marth's room due to the fact that his room was undergoing much needed renovations. He woke up when he first heard Marth's cry.

"Marth, what is it? Do you need to be sick?" He asked gently, resting his hand on Marth's back. Soon, the small episode subsided, leaving Marth with the haunting memories.

"Oh, Ike… you're alive!" The cerulean-haired prince said, embracing Ike like there was no tommorow.

"M-Marth…? What is it? Shh… it's okay, I'm here…" Ike soothed. Then, he pulled Marth away from him, holding his shoulders.

"What happened?" He asked.

"O-oh dear gods, Ike… I had this… this dream where I-I was… was killing you- murdering you, but I couldn't control it… my arms were moving on their own and I couldn't stop whatever made me kill you, and then… then you died, and it was my fault…" Marth said, his words jumbled together and his voice panicky.



"Marth, relax, it was just a dream. I'm alive and perfectly healthy, and you and I both know that something like that would never, ever happen." Ike said comfortingly. He yawned, staring over tiredly at the clock. "It's 1:00 in the morning, so just go back to sleep, okay? I'm right next to you, so if you get scared, I'm here."

Marth nodded, having feeling quite a bit better now, and climbed back under the covers. Ike did likewise, fiving a final yawn before hooking his arm protectively around Marth's midriff.

"G'night."

The two fell asleep peacefully together that night, as the silver light of the shimmering moon washed them in it's watching and loving luminosity.