Here we are at part 2! This part will have a lot more drama than the last one. Okay, people, there are NO SPOTS LEFT! NO MORE OCS, THANK YOU! Seriously, this story tires me out.
Vincent shook his head rapidly. 'Damn snow!' he thought. Vince (That's what I'm calling him, Vincent takes too long to type.) was about 157 centimeters tall, (I don't actually know how tall that is) and around 120 pounds. He had brown, shaggy hair, small blue eyes, and a lightning bolt tattoo on his left cheek. He wore a yellow T-shirt, black jeans, and blue sneakers. Vince vaguely wondered why he didn't just turn into a wolf and stop freezing to death out here. He couldn't help but remember how he gotten into this mess in the first place.
Flashback…
Vince then ten years old, sprinted into his room and slammed the door. He huddled into a small corner of the room, one eye black and blood flowing from his nose. He allowed himself to cry for the first time since the beating had begun; knowing that if he had earlier he would have been beat to oatmeal. He still didn't understand why he was blamed for everything wrong with his father's life.
He lifted his head slightly. Today would be when it ended. Anything was better than being afraid to enter his own home, afraid to even speak to his parents, lest he be ripped apart.
He quickly put together a package with some food and a little bottle of water. Vince opened the bedroom window as wide as it could go and jumped out. He then jumped off of the roof into the branches of a nearby tree. After he climbed down from the high branches and landed on the ground, he looked back at the home where he had spent his entire life in fear. He sprinted away, swearing under his breath to never go back.
….
A week later, he was out of water, out of food, and out of money. He wandered in the alley where he had spent the week looking for food. Nothing new, just an old dumpster, a few muddy puddles of water, a blue humanoid falcon, a box of old games- Wait, what? He looked back again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Sure enough, there really was a blue, human-sized falcon standing straight up, a blaster hung on its belt, along with many other futuristic tools.
He couldn't deny his curiosity, so he slowly approached the being.
"Wh-Who are you?" he asked hesitantly. The bird turned to him. "Who are you, kid?" Vince stood up.
"I'm Vincent," he said, holding out his hand." "What's your name?" The bird walked forward.
"Me? I'm Falco, the best Arwing pilot in the universe!" The bird said, striking a pose. At Vince's raised eyebrow he sighed and shook the boy's hand.
"Why the heck is a little kid like you wandering around a place like this?" the large falcon asked. Vince shrugged.
"I ran away from home," he said. Falco raised a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Why?"
"You wouldn't believe me…"
"Kid, I'm a falcon who flies a starship for crying out loud. How much weirder can it get?" Vince sighed and pointed to his still swollen eye.
"My dad did this," he said. Falco winced. 'Ouch. And I thought I had it bad.'
"Did, uh… Did he do this multiple times?" Vince nodded.
"Yeah. He even broke my arm a couple times."
Falco shook his head. "Holy cow. How long have you been out on the street?" Vince shrugged.
"A week, give or take." Falco scratched the back of his head. 'Well, I can't just leave him here… But what the hell am I gonna do?'
"Uh, tell you what, kid: You can come with me," Falco said. Vince's face lit up.
"Seriously? That'd be awesome!" Vince cheered a little.
"Woah, kid, you know you're gonna have to work, right? You gotta help me with everything." Vince nodded.
"Yeah, I know. I promise I'll be good!" Falco sighed.
"Come on then," he said, and led the boy to his Arwing.
End Flashback…
Vince smiled at the memory. Some of the work had been hard, sure, but usually it had just been cleaning Arwings and things like that. Pretty easy, all things considered. Not to mention the fact that he had learned how to pilot Arwings and fire a blaster. But then Falco had left along with Fox for somewhere called the Smash Mansion. And yesterday, Falco had appeared to him saying something about fighting the Lord of Shadows.
He kept walking in the same direction for a few hours, lost in his memories, but then he began to hear blaster fire in the distance. At first he had thought it was just his memories, but Vince saw explosions on the horizon.
The teen sprinted for the sounds. Sure enough, there really was blaster fire, explosions, and even the loud clangs of metal upon metal. A group of three people, two young girls and one man, were fighting a large, two-sided robot.
Yep, Duon.
The three fighters were doing relatively well, considering Duon's size. The smallest girl was jumping around the robot's head, throwing bombs and slashing with her small sword. The man would stand a few feet away from Duon, firing missiles and using a plasma whip to distract the robot from the smallest member of the group. The final member of the group, a teenage girl, was firing a blaster at Duon and occasionally driving a few hard kicks to one of the robot's heads.
Vince grinned and charged the robot, his gloves sparking with electricity. As he neared the beast, he jumped and fired a small burst of lightning toward it. The robot barely flinched. Vince scowled at the boss. A yellow aura of fire enveloped him. Shaking with the force of the attack, he yelled "FIRE!" and was sent rocketing toward Duon. The beast turned to him, the pink side first, and fired a group of bombs at the teen. Vince managed to dodge backwards out of the way, and the small girl, who had been jumping around Duon, quickly pointed her sword down on the boss's head and allowed gravity to take over. The momentum of the attack, plus the razor-sharp tip of the sword, was enough to finish the robot off.
Duon roared and exploded into a flood of Shadow Bugs. The small girl smiled and her sword and shield disappeared in a flash of light. The man blew smoke from his cannon-like gauntlet and the teenage girl simply holstered her blaster.
"Well, that was fun," the man said. He turned to Vince. "You fight pretty well, kid. What's your name?"
"Vincent," Vince said. "But you can call me Vince so that SkullRising doesn't smash his computer after typing the name twenty times a chapter."
"Uh…What?" Suddenly a lightning bolt struck Vince. A note fell from the sky into his hand, reading:
No breaking the Fourth Wall.
Vince stood up, slightly charred. He shook his fist at the sky. "Curse you, Author!" A large arrow the size of a tree slammed into the ground next to Vince, a note tied to it.
I can make this bigger. And next time I won't miss.
Vince gulped. "Uh, never mind!" The arrow disappeared. The man made a WTF face.
"I'm not even going to question that… Anyway, my name's Coleman, Coleman Franchek."
The girls walked forward. "I'm Rachel Ocada Selrina Estain," said the taller one. "But you can call me R.O.S.E. And this is Lucia," she said, pointing to the smaller girl.
"Hi!" Lucia said, waving rapidly. Vince awkwardly waved back. "Um… Hi?"
"So," Coleman began. "Judging by those attacks, I'm guessing you're a chosen, right?" Vince nodded.
"Yep. Falco's, to be exact." Coleman nodded.
"I'm Samus' chosen, Lucia is Toon's, and R.O.S.E. is R.O.B.'s." Vince scratched the back of his head.
"Hey, uh… When you found out you were chosen, did you guys faint too?" The others nodded. R.O.S.E. smirked.
"Yeah. Coleman passed out during a snowstorm." Coleman glared at her.
"Did you really need to bring that up?" he asked.
"Yes, yes I did." Coleman sighed and began walking through the heavy snow. The others followed him. Vince shook his head, smiling a little. At least there would never be a dull moment with these guys.
…
"I hate the cold," Luna said, rubbing her shoulders. "Nothing good ever comes from it, just dead plants and frozen fingers."
"Oh, cool it, Sparky," said her friend and companion Princess Dreygon. Strange name, sure, but nearly everyone in this story has a strange name. "It's not like ranting about the cold is gonna do any good." Luna continued to mutter under her breath.
Drey (Long names make me ANGREH!) rolled her eyes. Now I will describe the girls so that you potential reviewers do not get angry and yell at me for lack of detail. Drey was 5'6 and looked around 114 pounds. She had waist-length, dark blonde hair and wore a crown that looked vaguely like Zelda's, other than the fact that a white stone carrying a dragon carving was set into it. She wore a short blue dress and knee-high leather boots, with a thin dragon bone sword hanging at her side.
Luna, or Sparky, was 5'5 and looked around 120 pounds. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was casually dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and yellow converse. She carried no visible weapons, other than a leather belt around her waist. Back to story now so that I don't get yelled at for too much detail.
The two girls (and chosen, as those of you who were paying attention most likely guessed) simply continued walking through the snow-dusted forest undergrowth. After about an hour of walking, tripping, swearing, complaining, and shouting at the heavens for some source of warmth, both of the girls were tired and quite pissed. Eventually Dreygon spoke up.
"I swear, if we don't find some shelter from this DAMN SNOW in the next twenty minutes, I will personally set off a bomb and blow this whole freaking place SKY HIGH!" Luna nodded.
"I'll join you. This place is getting on my-"
"CAVE!" shouted Drey as she barreled past the other teen. Of course, when Luna looked, there was a large cave jutting out of the ground and likely leading deep underground. Better yet, there was light coming from the mouth of the cave.
The girls sprinted for the cave, filled with energy at the prospect of a warm fire and a cave to spend the night. Two figures stepped out from the mouth of the structure, not too much taller than them. As they neared the opening they realized that the figures were one male and one female, both teenagers. Both of them drew slender swords and held them in a ready stance, clearly preparing for any kind of attack.
Drey and Luna kept running, intoxicated by the thought of warmth. The teens at the cave opening frowned and did something that most would not think possible. The girl drew one arm back and held it open, a small fire coming to life in her palm. The boy drew his sword back so that the butt of the weapon touched his shoulder and a small purple light glowed at the tip, sparking with deadly energy.
Drey and Luna stopped. Drey began to draw her weapon, but Luna stopped her.
"I think they're chosen. We should try to talk to them." Drey nodded sadly, seeming to be disappointed that she didn't get to kill anyone. Luna turned to the teens at the cave.
"Hold it! Are you chosen?" The teens relaxed and nodded. Luna smiled. "So are we! We finally found someone!" Drey and Luna walked over to the cave and stood in front of the two teens.
"Come on inside," the boy said. "There are two others besides us here. Name's Alex, by the way." The girl nodded. "And I'm Lealonna. Most people just call me Lea."
The chosen entered the cave and noticed two other boys. One sat by the fire, grinning at the flames, and another who seemed to have black angel wings sat on a rock, sharpening two large black daggers. At the entrance of the other teens, the boy with the daggers connected the hilts together, revealing it to be a darker version of Palutena's Bow, the weapon used by the angel Pit.
Luna waved at them. The pyro stood up. "I guess you guys are chosen, right? I mean, no one else would be wandering around here at this time of year." Drey nodded.
"Yeah," she replied. "I'm Dreygon, also known as Drey, and this is Luna."
"Some people call me Sparky," Luna said with a small smile. The angel boy raised an eyebrow.
"Sparky?" he asked. "Why Sparky?" Luna grinned and gathered a small ball of electricity in her hand.
"That's why." The boy nodded appreciatively. "Cool. Anyway, my name's Jake and I'm Pit's chosen. The pyro over there is Nick, and he's Mario's chosen." Nick waved. Alex came forward.
"I'm Marth's chosen," he said calmly. "Lea is Zelda's. What about you guys?" Luna smiled again.
"I'm Pikachu's chosen, and Drey here is Peach's." Nick snickered.
"Peach? Seriously? Man, you must have the worst luck!" He continued snickering until Drey hit him over the head with a frying pan. "OW! Where the hell did you get that?" Drey shrugged.
"Same place Peach gets it from."
"And that would be where?"
"…You know, I'm not really sure."
….
Leon and Hikari were actually doing pretty well, food-wise. Not-freezing-to-death-wise, not so much. They'd been out in the cold for several hours, trying to find food. So far they'd gotten three pheasants and a small deer. Leon carried the meat, having agreed after being "persuaded" to do so.
The snow blew hard into their faces like a million tiny blades of ice. It was getting so bad that they could hardly hear each other over the wind.
"I don't think we're gonna get back to the others any time soon!" shouted Leon over the snow. "We should find some shelter before we freeze out here!"
"For once, I agree with you!" Hikari shouted back. "I think I can see a cave up ahead! Follow me!" Leon did so, knowing that she probably had better eyesight than he did. After about a hundred yards, the structure came into view. It was up on a small ledge jutting out from the cliffs that lined the west side of the valley and looked large enough for several people. Hikari was already at the mouth of the cave, tapping her foot impatiently.
"What took you so long?" she asked Leon as he entered the cave. He put the meat down and turned to her.
"Like I said, Dark Aether here weighs about eighty pounds. Add the seventy pounds of meat I was carrying and you get your answer." Hikari just rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on. It can't be that heavy." Leon unstrapped Dark Aether and its sheath from his back.
"Catch," he said, throwing the weapon to her. Hikari buckled under the weight. Quickly standing back up, she handed Dark Aether to Leon.
"That thing's more than eighty pounds." Leon raised an eyebrow.
"It is? Guess that shows how bad I am at guessing." Hikari's jaw dropped.
"You don't know how much your weapon actually weighs? That's a stupid thing for a warrior to do. If you don't know how much it weighs, you don't know how it balances." Now it was Leon's turn to roll his eyes.
"Oh, really? And do you know how much yours weighs?"
"Actually, I do. It weighs 40.28 pounds exactly." Leon raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, I stand corrected. How much do you think Dark Aether weighs?"
"I'd say at least a hundred and ten."
"Woah."
"Yeah." Hikari sat down. Leon noticed that she was shivering severely and her mouth had turned blue. He mentally face palmed himself. Of course she was cold! I mean, she had been out in subzero weather in a tank top for nearly seven hours, and no matter how tough she was, that would be insanely cold. He quickly took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. Hikari looked at him.
"I'm not cold, Leon," she said stubbornly.
"That's a load of crap and you know it."
"I'm not cold!"
"You were just out in subzero weather for seven hours wearing a tank top. Doesn't matter how tough you are, you're probably freezing nearly to death."
"…Okay, so maybe I am cold. But still, you need your jacket." Leon smirked.
"Hey, if you can take the cold, so can I."
"We're probably gonna be here all night, Leon. You can't take it that long." Leon sat down in a corner of the cave.
"Doesn't mean I won't try," he replied. Hikari rolled her eyes and sat down next to him. She took off the jacket and put it around both of their shoulders. Leon tried hard not to blush.
"There. Now we'll both be warm." She settled against the wall of the cave. "Nothing else to do but wait. I'm gonna get some sleep. Wake me up when the storm settles down." At Leon's worried look, she replied, "Don't worry, this time I won't try to kill you." She closed her eyes and went silent.
Leon looked around at the cave. 'Well, I guess it could've been worse,' He thought. He looked back at Hikari, sleeping soundly. 'A lot worse.'
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Holy cow, did I really just write that? Did I, SkullRising, actually write romance? …Man, I must be losing it. I'd appreciate any criticism you guys give me! Merry Christmas, everybody.
