Short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Thanks to everyone for sticking with me, and enjoy the fourth chapter of Run!
Edited (grammar stuff and shiznets) as of 2-2-13.
There was nothing but hurt; blinding, horrible, devastating hurt as she stumbled through the snow-covered ground. Well, she assumed it was snow, but it could have just as easily been blood.
She wiped at away at her tears with her frozen hands. They weren't even sad tears, they were angry. Angry at Link, for hurting her like that. Angry at herself for being a failure. And angry at the words for being the harsh truth.
She wasn't really just a girl who wanted to play hero. She wanted to make a difference. No, she wanted more than a difference. She wanted revenge. She could feel it now—bitter in her mouth. She would wreck havoc on who tore her life apart, piece by piece.
Because she wasn't just Zelda; captain of the Alliance. She was Zelda; Sheik's little sister, the rightful governess of the Hyrule region. And she would get Hyrule back, by the time everything was over. She swore it on her brother's corpse.
But it seemed so far away, and suddenly her tiny bubble of defiance broke. It was so paper-thin. Everything was so paper-thin; crumbling away, just like her life had crumbled away.
No, now was no time to be weak. She couldn't afford to be weak. She was only sixteen; and yet there had been death. So much death; the stench of it seemed to follow after her. It was something she couldn't wash off.
So much of it, in heaps, the dead lay in piles in the streets. The mark on her hand glowed in the darkness; shimmering gold.
Angry, she forced herself to use her power. The golden mark got brighter, and there was a burst of fire. The magic did little to soothe her wrath.
There was anger. So much of it, and surprisingly, hurt.
...Why had his words hurt her in the first place? Why did she let them?
It just wasn't fair. One epidemic had taken its toll on them. One epidemic had ripped the world apart and buried them with the pieces. One epidemic was all she had to end to die happy.
She had to do it. For Sheik; for her friends, for the world.
But how? She was just a 'little girl wanting to play Hero'. Paper-thin.
No, she wasn't paper-thin. She was like glass.
"Now you've done it." Samus, a cool-tempered bounty hunter, shot Link a glare. It wasn't a glare of anger, but more one of annoyance. The other two, Marth and Peach, shook their hands and stared at the fire with solemn faces. The dancing flame gave them a look of determination, and Link wondered if it was only the fire.
Did he feel guilty? Maybe. But he was so angry—so angry at everything that had happened. A nagging voice in his head told him that it wasn't Zelda's fault. The same nagging voice told him to join Zelda, and that would be how he got rid of the anger.
But there was still so much of it, boiling up like a volcano.
"What do you expect me to do?" Link snapped at Samus, after regaining his composure. They all treated him like a baby; a newbie. It was infuriating.
Still, the fire crackled.
Samus glowered at him; a glare so hot it felt icy.
"That's up to you to find up." Marth said, and it came out more like a sigh. They all looked at Link intently. He couldn't stand their waiting stares, and hauled himself onto his feet, groaning.
You and your big mouth.
He looked at Peach desperately for assurance, but she, too, had the same expectant stare.
And he squinted against the never-ending winter cold, and saw the faint outline of Zelda's figure. She looked like a glass flower, rising among the weeds.
Beautiful, but she was still glass. And glass was easily shattered.
Fastening his combat boots, and pulling the coat tighter around himself, Link walked after her, wondering if his footsteps made footprints on the surely bloodied snow.
"Isn't it amazing?" Doctor Hand was spewing nonsense like a teapot to Tabuu. Doctor Hand was obviously interested in his 'beautiful creation', a modification to the first disease.
Tabuu admitted that Doctor Hand was a genius. He was a mad genius though, and helped them start the disease. With that disease, the world was his, a tiny, glass ball he could easily squeeze and shatter. And now, there was an improvement. Nothing could rise up against him. Not even the stupid girl and her stupid Alliance.
"They're going to be invincible. Inhuman. Marvellous."
That was all Doctor Hand needed to say and Tabuu sprung to his feet. Invincible. Inhuman. Marvellous. His eyes drifted towards Ganondorf, who was stiff in his heavy armour.
Ganondorf appeared to be bored, and Tabuu couldn't read the emotion behind the giant Gerudo's golden eyes. That was a bad sign. He needed to know. He needed to reign over them; he needed to control them like horses.
For he was their Lord.
Ganondorf's golden mark glowed faintly, a reminder of why he was so vital to Tabuu's plan. The golden mark, the Triforce, provided him with endless power.
Doctor Hand was still yammering about his inhuman new disease that was, undoubtedly, just a mixture of chemicals and blood.
"If you cut off their arm it grows back. We can defeat the rebellion. Smash it."
That caught Tabuu's attention. Doctor Hand's hair was wild; frenzied, spouting out of his head like dead twigs. There was nothing but a disgusting stub wrapped in stained bandages where Doctor Hand's arm should have.
Of course Doctor Hand was fascinated with his perfect disease.
Tabuu rose. His legs felt stiff after long moments of no movement, and he strolled casually up to Ganondorf, his general.
"I hear the lady of the Sky region is still alive..." Tabuu started, slowly and deliberately. "Take care of her."
Ganondorf bowed—respectfully, but fake, as Tabuu noticed.
"Make sure there are no survivors. Wipe them out."
Tabuu's voice was as cold and empty as the bones sitting in the corner of the throne room.
I am really sorry for the shortness of this chapter. The next one will be longer—and more action packed!
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