Chapter 4: The Game

Sorry for the delay guys. Life, school, lack of motivation, etc. Anyways, credit where credit s do. I got a concept idea for this chapter from the Kid Icarus: Uprising fan art picture "oneself ready - brush" by Go-Shogawara on devianart. They do many other awesome Kid Icarus and Palutena artwork, so I highly recommend you check them out. Also, thank you so much everyone who's ready and reviewed my story. You guys rock.

Enjoy the story.

"Dark Pit! Stay still. Let me brush back your feathers!"

The squirming angel refused to cooperate, instead attempting to get out and play with the blocks where Pit was already at. Pit's wings had already been brushed and now were smooth and glossy. Brushing one's wings daily ensured that they were cleaned and high maintenance, as messy, unkempt wings could lead a disastrous flight. Thankfully, Pit had come quietly through the process, even enjoying the soft combing between each individual feather and preening of anything that might had gotten in there. All angels enjoyed a good preening and Pit was no exception.

Dark Pit, however, apparently missed the memo. His squirming had already cause her to accidentally yank at a few of his flight feathers and bend some painfully back. Still, no fuss, no muss. He was still going to look presentable, even if no one else saw him.

Giving his wings one last brush before combing her fingers to give a smile smoothing, she set him down with his companion before the mass of brightly-painted, wooden blocks, each in their own size and shape. She frowned as his wings shook, once again giving them a puffed up look. She sighed and decided it was better to get back onto figuring out how to fix them then fix his wings again and fail.

On the desk was the largest book she possessed in her library. It contained all the spells, incantations, and directions for potions ever conceived, excepting those related to dark power usage. Finding the transformation section in the index, she turned to it and began searching for a youth spell.

Minutes passed and she annoyedly realized she had been reading over the same spot or quite some time. From beside her, there was a clatter of wooden blocks as the two gleefully knocked down their structure again. They delighted in building their towers up before pushing them down again. As distracting as it was, she did admit that she enjoyed hearing the two laugh.

Her head snapped up from the page as a new thought struck her. Getting out of her seat, she crossed the room towards a closet in the wall and opened it up. Several boxes full of Pit's old things were strewn about on the shelves, but she looked towards one near the bottom where she recalled several of his old toys were. Prying open the lid, she smiled as she saw what was in there.

The two angels were still on the floor by the blocks when she came back, one trying to stack some on top of the other while the other started gnawing on one.

"Pit. Dark Pit. Look what I've got," she cooed. Their eyes looked up at her and sparkled as they saw what she had. In one hand was a slightly scratched, red ball. She remembered that Pit and her used to play catch, roll it to one another and kick it when he was younger. Pit squealed with delight as she placed it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He immediately pounced on it before rubbing his cheek against its rubber surface.

To Dark Pit she first took out the block out of his mouth before handing him a worn, one-eyed teddy bear that Pit used to sleep with until he had no longer needed it. Or his clowny-face, night light.

Though hesitant at first, he took the stuffed bear from her and held it tightly against his chest. She smiled and gently ruffled his hair before going back to her book.

"Matter-phasing spells, no. Specie-changing spells, no. Manipulation of mind spell?! Definitely not. Have to remembered to tear that page out and discard it later. Hmm, let see. Extra limb-growing spell? No. They both have an extra two more then the average human. Wait, are wings considered as limbs? Hmm, probably. Maybe I could as Pit what he thinks when he's-"

She stopped mid-thought as she felt something touch her leg. Looking off the page, she saw the ball by her foot. Seeing Pit looking hopefully a few feet away, she gently kicked it towards him. He giggled in delight and began crawling after it. Smiling, she resumed her research.

Feeling another bump against her leg, she once again saw the ball beside it. Giving a small sigh, she kicked it back to Pit, who eagerly went after it again.

"Hope this doesn't continue," she thought, "I really need to stay focused."

Releasing a huff of exasperation as she felt it again, she kicked it back to him, a bit harder then usual, never once looking up from her book. She froze thought as she heard the ball hit the wall instead of Pit's giggles. Feeling a small wave of worry come over her, she looked over to him, just to make sure he was okay.

To her horror, the ball, wooden blocks and teddy bear were all that were there. Immediately getting to her feet, she quickly rushed over to there, examining the scene and also the surrounding area and air in case the two had suddenly decided to wander off.

"Pit! Dark Pit! Where are you," she called out, going over to the furniture to look by them. "C'mon you two, come out, come out wherever you are."

She froze as a sudden shriek reached her ears. Before her brain could process it, her legs were already carrying her down the nearest hallway. Once she turned around the bend, she gasped in horror. The two looked up from behind the shoulders of a dark, hooded, cloaked figure heading towards a black miasma in the wall. The twin angels squeaked out and tried to reach out to her from their grasp.

Summoning her staff, she quickly got into a offensive pose. "You! Stop," she called out. The figure did stop, but did not turn around or remove his hood. "Release my angels at once or face the consequences," she ordered.

"Or what," the figure asked, shocking her at their cold, icy tone. "Try to attack me, you'll be putting these two at risk. Surely you wouldn't want these two young, defenseless angels to get hurt, right?"

She gasped, almost getting out of he stance. She only gripped her staff tighter. "Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you want my angels?"

The figure did not respond for a moment, but then, to the shock of both her and the whimpering angels, he gave out a cruel, loud laugh, one that turned her blood to ice and cold caterpillars down her spine.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," they asked, once after they finished. "However, I won't tell you. After all, it would ruin the surprise I have for you and everyone else in this pathetic, little world."

The figured paused, before advancing once more towards the dark portal. "I will be taking my leave now."

She surged forward at them, the angels waving their arms and trying once more to reach out to her. Just as her hand was about to touch their's, they vanished. The figure dissipated into the dark portal and the dark portal faded into nothing more then a shadow that joined with hers. She was just left standing there, her hand lifted out to the wall now.

"Pit," she whispered. "Dark Pit." Her hand pressed against the wall. "N-no."

Her hand feel from the wall and flew to her face as her legs gave way. She was left on the floor there, weeping for the disappearance of her children.

To quote from "Between the Lions', "Cliff Hanger, hanging from a cliff. That's why they call him Cliff Hanger."

Remember the voice from the first chapter? Well he gets a little more real in this chapter. I won't reveal him now, I'll save that for later chapters, but I'll leave you guys to speculate who he is now and for what purpose did he kidnap the two.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, I'll try to get the next one out sooner. Please leave a review and I'll see you again next time. Sincerely, v.t.7