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Mortal's Bane

"Lucario!" Fox called. The canine in question turned in the hallway to see the pilot speeding towards him with a frantic expression upon his face. Lucario stopped, and waited for Fox to reached him.

"Yes, Fox?" he said calmly.

"Wolf was kidnapped and he's going to die. Falco was attacked, as well," Fox explained. Lucario didn't shown any type of emotion.

"And this affects me...how?" Lucario asked.

"Wha...HE IS GOING TO DIE!" Fox repeated, while shaking Lucario by the shoulders.

"Why do you care? He'd kill you in a heartbeat if you let him! And from what you and Falco ave told me, Wolf isn't exactly a ray of sunshine to the rest of the Lylat system, either! Plus, uh; hi. I HATE HIS LYING, EVIL, TWISTED GUTS!" Lucario countered. Fox had no further argument. Lucario grunted, and walked away, leaving the other in his own thought. 'Temper much?' Fox thought as he made his way towards the basement. His tail dragging on the hard wood floor. He almost didn't notice Marth running down the hall. And if his footsteps had been quieter, Fox might've been run over. But he pressed his body against the wall as the prince passed by.

"Hey! Marth!" Fox called after him. The prince stopped, and turned around.

"Oh. Fox; uh...I really have no time to chat right now. I-"

"Wait! I was just wondering if you could help me," Fox pleaded.

"Um, Fox, I-"

"PLEASE? It's important!"

"*sigh* Fine. What is it?"

"I know where Wolf is. He-"

"Wait, Wolf's gone missing too?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because so has Ike," the prince said. The words stung in Fox's ears. 'Who's next?' he thought grimly to himself.

"Well, do you know where he is?" Fox asked.

"No. Do you?"

"Maybe. I got a transmission for Wolf saying something about Crazy Hand, and then I tracked it, and it said he was in the basement. So I'm guessing that Ike should be there too," Fox said hurridly. Marth listened intently to the pilot's explanation. All the while remaining unaware of the malicious ears hearing their conversaion.

"But wait. One thing doesn't add up. How are they being held in the basement, if we've all been in there?" Marth pointed out.

"You make a valid point, Marth," a new voice joined in on the conversation. The two turned to see Wolf approaching them. But, to Marth, something about him felt off. His usual 'I couldn't care less' aura was gone, and now it was replaced with a 'I'm going to rip your fucking head off' one. And his clothing and fur were a darker tint than usual. But that wasn't even the most disturbing quality the new Wolf possessed. It was mostly the blood dripping from his claws.

"Why are your..." Fox trailed off. He had to cover his nose - the stench of the blood made Fox want to vomit.

"Hands covered in blood?" Wolf finished for him.

"I wouldn't be nearly as concerned about that right now," he hissed. 'Why are all bad guys so fuckin' stereotypical?' Marth thought to himself. This thought made a small chuckle escape from Marth's lips. Wolf's head instantly turned and made eye contact with the prince.

"Marth!" a voice screamed in his head the moment their eyes connected. And at that moment, it (finally) clicked in Marth's mind; it wasn't Wolf. Dumbass.


Before the Meeting, After the Cyanide...

Blood. Crimson red blood. The liquid came flooding out of the vulpine, almost as if he were a fountain of the substance. A lone being stood over the poor creature, it's blade dripping with the crimson liquid. Upon his face, a malicious smile appeared, him being satisfied with his handiwork. His eyes then darted every which way, to ensure no one had seen his dark deed. Once this was confirmed, his gaze once again fell back to the bloody heap lying on the concrete floor, it's breathing light and frequent. The being then ever so carefully placed a hand on a syringe lying on a table, and grasped it in his hand. He held it up to his face, and admired the purple liquid contained in it.

"Is it done yet?" a deep voice said, breaking the silence. The first being grunted in responce, then returned his attention to the needle.

"I said, is it done yet?" the second voice repeated, this time with more force behind it.

"Yes! Okay, it's done. Now let me finish..." the first being said. It flicked the tube of the syringe, and watched the gooey liquid slowly fall back into place.

"We do not have time to dawdle, Link. This must be done soon."

"Understood," Link responded. He grasped his sword tighter, and thought about his actions.

"You know, they called this the blade of evil's bane," Link muttered to no one in particualar.

"But that doesn't suit it...not at all. This blade...this weapon. It not only has the potential to end the lives of those who are evil, but also of those who I cared for. In a sense, it is the blade of mortal's bane. A more fitting title, I think."

"I see."