Glad you guys love this story.
I'm working on improving my writing style so it doesn't appear that I rush often. That's always been my issue. From this day forth, I, Golfer, pledge to try not to rush my stories. There. I ask when you review; tell me if you notice any change. From this chapter; I'll try to make it better and not rush. So tell me if you see a change between this chapter and things I've written before..
Enjoy!
Bowser trudged the forest; or ran would be a better word. Bowser struggled to run in front of his many men, or what was left of them. He decided the best way to rush the Mansion's defenses was to burn the forest. Bowser, while running, breathed out his terrible fire, instantly turning all it touched; trees, leaves, even the dirt, into ashes.
"Enemy detected!" The Eyes in the Skies chanted. "All androids fire at will." Bowser groaned, knowing he made a terrible mistake; his bold and cocky nature overruled his intelligence, as he now realized he should have used the woods to his advantage. Ashes were all around him and his soldiers, only adding to the desert.
The laser shots rang throughout the land. The Koopas fell, one by one, but Bowser kept going, un-phased by the shots and motivated by his goal.
"Keep going!" Bowser ordered harshly. "Though some die, everyone shall live!" The Koopa troop was motivated by these words, and they moved faster and bolder. The hammer bros threw their hammers at the Eyes in the Skies, knocking them apart and sending metal rain to the ground. It was pretty easy as there were only three Eyes in the Skies.
Samus suddenly woke up at the sound of crunching metal and marching. She was startled and began shooting, but she found herself face to face with Bowser and his army.
"What do you want, traitor?" Samus sneered, taking off her helmet and gazing into Bowser's red, bloodshot eyes.
"Why sweety…" Bowser cooed, staring into Samus's sky blue, flawless eyes. "Is that any way to treat your new king?" Samus let out one sharp laugh.
"HA!" Samus laughed. "King Hand is the real king!" Bowser bared his sharp teeth at Samus.
"Stand…aside…or I'll make you stand aside…princess…" Bowser stammered angrily. Samus leaned in just a centimeter from Bowser's face.
"Why should I, you overgrown piece of filth?" Samus challenged. "You come here with your band of warriors hoping to challenge us, but you shall never set foot beyond these doors. For as long as I am alive, your plans will never prevail." Bowser's mouth hung agape. Worse off for Bowser, his soldiers began to make that annoying "oooooh" sound. Some began laughing. Bowser's normally pale white cheeks turned scarlet.
"Cute speech Sammy…" Bowser taunted, giving a light clap. "Unfortunately, that throne is indeed my grand ambition. My greatness shall reach the stars! Even the very sun will bow to me! And you, missy…will be no different!" Bowser whistled, and two koopas, holding his red robe and golden crown, along with his silver scepter, gave them to Bowser. Bowser had taken them off in the trip through the desert, as they were just too hot to wear.
Bowser's hands began to flicker. Samus was staring at the infinite number of on-guard Koopas. Bowser's claws began to sputter something like black lightning. Samus saw that and was about to prepare a shot. Bowser, however, was far too quick. He touched Samus's cannon with it, and the cannon melted. Samus stopped her shot, lest if it did shoot, it would back fire.
The Koopas began to run. To Samus's surprise, they didn't bother opening the door; rather, they just busted through it. Samus attempted to stop them by kicking a few, but Bowser hit her over the head, and with the electricity, her suit shorted out. Samus gave a scream of surprise before becoming deathly silent; though she was not dead. Just surprised and unable to move.
Bowser, uttering a harsh, cocky laugh, stepped through the broken door. He knew exactly where the throne room was.
"Half of you stay outside the throne room doors. The other half...come with me," Bowser commanded with a harsh whisper. Half the Koopas stayed close to the throne room doors.
In an instant, Bowser pounded through the steel throne doors; seeing the king surprised inspired Bowser. His other half of his army followed inside and stayed to Bowser's left and right sides.
"What are you doing here, traitor…" King Hand spat angrily. Bowser smirked.
"I'm here for my throne," Bowser shot back. "Give up your seat, or I'll make you." Bowser, as if showing off his power, mustered up a large bolt of lightning. King Hand, not one to be outdone, also mustered a bolt of lightning, and it was of a similar size. And the two faced off. It would have stayed like that for a long time. But Bowser threw his ball of electricity. "ATTACK!" Bowser commanded. His Koopa army let out their unique battle cries, which made a noise so great that the ceiling began to shake, sending small white bits of powder downwards like snowflakes.
The koopas tackled the Hand downwards onto the floor, hard. Bowser, watching his army fight for him, shut the large doors of the throne room, and soldered it with extreme heat, so it couldn't be opened easily. Bowser knew his plan would be ruined if any smasher came to King Hand's aid.
The Koopas were being killed off. They were unarmed mostly, and resorted to physical attacks on the hand such as punching, kicking, clawing, and biting. Some were armed, however. Koopas like the hammer bros and fire bros had it easier. King Hand was still covered by Koopas, desperately trying to kill King Hand quickly. Occasionally, King Hand shot off a Koopa at a time, but two more jumped in it's place.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Hand screamed. Bowser knew, first hand, that his Koopas, in a group, were terribly vicious. Bowser imagined what exactly was happening. King Hand's flesh being ripped apart, the blood spilling. Bowser had thousands of Koopas now tearing apart one being.
"Step aside, minions," Bowser ordered when he finally sealed the door. At his voice, the Koopas jumped off King Hand and stood against the walls, but still ready to perform any order he delivered.
"P-please…" King Hand begged. King Hand was in terrible shape. He was covered in blood. He shook badly from the pain, occasionally gasping, as if his breath was gone. "P-please…" He gasped again. "L-leave…take my crown and my throne…but…" Bowser grabbed King Hand by the throat (or the middle finger).
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bowser asked, lacking remorse. King Hand began to get very cold. Bowser let go of the hand, and he fell lifeless onto the floor.
Bowser never felt happier.
Bowser is such a jerk! Read and review please! Perdido needs you. :D