Without further delay, or procrastination, let's light this candle! I just realized I never did a disclaimer. I don't see the importance of it, but whatever. Let's have...the star of the show, Meta Knight, do so!

MK: Golfer does not own Super Smash Bros or any related trademarked item or idea. If he did, Samus would not suck in brawl. *eyes turn red* You think she sucks????

Me: Just with her suit on. *sweat drops* Enjoy.


Samus walked down the cool, crisp hallway. The temperature, she estimated, was about eighty degrees. While that wouldn't be cool for most people, it was to Samus; she understood that it was fourty degrees hotter outside.

Turning the corner to go down the stairs, Samus felt a hard shove from someone behind her. Samus let out a shriek. She lost her balance momentarily, and almost toppled down the stairs. Nevertheless, she held on to the hand rail. Samus used that momentum to put power into her legs. With incredible flexability, she twirled around the handrail, with her legs in midair and only being supported by her left arm, and kicked her attacker, whoever he was, square in the body, easily hard enough to snap a regular person in half.

"Ow!" someone groaned. "My gosh lady!" Samus didn't recognize the voice; it was much different than anything she'd ever heard, even after years of space exploration. Samus turned completely to see an average height...thing, covered with a black robe. His height was average, but there was something wrong; he had no legs. It appeared that he was floating! Plus, though his height was average, he was still massive. He was alot like a big floating rectangle. Samus gave this thing a harder kick. She felt in her food a large bone crack. It was a massive bone; the width and length of Samus herself! The creature immediately fled, now flying higher from the floor than before.

"Samus!" Meta Knight yelled, worridely. He ran over to samus with his sword drawn. He was not hacking, nor sweating. His eyes were a white mixing with a deep red. He slowly moved his head back and forth, seeing nothing.

"Don't worry..." Samus assured, petting Meta Knight. "It was nothing!" Meta Knight's eyes turned green. He rubbed against Samus's leg, then flew on her shoulder. Samus blushed as he reached up his mask, and gave her a kiss. Meta Knight's heart pounded like a bomb ready to blow every time the two kissed.

"You can tell me anything..." Meta Knight said. "Anything." Samus let out a long sigh.

"Okay..." Samus agreed. "Something tried to push me down...the stairs. I gave it a hard kick, and it left." Meta Knight's expression didn't change. He didn't move. Samus expected some fury, or at least any kind of emotion! Instead, Meta Knight turned his back and went down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Samus asked. Meta Knight kept going.

"The news is so upsetting, I need some water..." Meta Knight responded, still not even turning his head to look at his girlfriend. He reached the bottom, where he, out of sight of Samus, took flight and furiously made his way to the kitchen. His eyes glowed a terrible red. But that, however, was not the only red he saw. He coughed what felt like a glob up. Landing for a moment, he saw the glop fall on the ground. It was also blood red.

Meta Knight took flight violently again, this time, his heart pounded harder and harder with pure adrenaline and rage.

"FALCON!" Meta Knight's now harsh and yet weak voice rang through the kitchen. Sure enough, Captain Falcon was enjoying a sandwich there.

"What is it-?" Falcon started to ask. He couldn't finish his words. Meta Knight's blade was to his throat, threatening to cut through it.

"Don't give me that," Meta Knight muttered, coughing once more and allowing the drops of blood to come from his mouth. He tasted the horrible taste of the blood. His blood. "You tried to kill...Samus..." Meta Knight stopped to cough and hack violently, sometimes even falling over.

"Dude...who did I try to kill?" Captain Falcon asked, puzzled completely. Meta Knight ignored him. In fact, over his own coughing, Meta Knight couldn't hear him at all.

"I know that you're responsible for what you did to me..." Meta Knight continued, holding back another terrible cough. "And you'll pay dearly." Meta Knight's eyes flashed yellow for a brief second each time he coughed, but they stayed the terrible red as he gazed at his enemy.

"Look shorty," Falcon remarked coldly. "I ain't got time for you. I'm eating." Meta Knight tilted his head a bit, almost analyzing Captain Falcon eating his sandwich. It was as if he had x-ray vision, and could see right through Falcon. In a sense, he certainly could.

Meta Knight realized that Falcon didn't take him seriously. Meta Knight's grip strengthened on his sword. He contemplated on just stabbing him. However, Meta Knight's chivalry kicked in, and he decided he couldn't do it.

"If I shed his blood," Meta Knight thought. "I won't be a coward." Meta Knight flew towards the cabinet behind Falcon's chair, where Meta Knight found a massive butcher knife, about the size of Galaxia itself.

"What are you doing now?" Captain Falcon sighed, growing impacient. Meta Knight didn't respond, instead just setting the knife on the table. Meta Knight stood five feet back from Falcon, who stood up, but didn't touch the knife.

"What?" Captain Falcon wondered. "What's this for?" Meta Knight's strength on his sword grew moreso.

"Duel to the death," Meta Knight coldly replied, glaring at him. Captain Falcon almost flinched at Meta Knight's words, then began to grin, picking up the knife.

"Oh you bet..." Captain Falcon agreed. "And Samus will be a widow," Meta Knight sighed a bit, and rolled his eyes.

"We have to be married to be a widow, idiot," Meta Knight remarked. Falcon didn't listen; he kept the same look in his eyes. The look of blood. Captain Falcon didn't understand swords, and certainly never used one or even held one. Meta Knight flew up and came down with Galaxia on Captain Falcon's shoulder, nearly slicing it clean off. The blood instantly splattered all over Meta Knight, literally turning him red. Captain Falcon dropped his knife, stiff as a board, staring straight in front of him. The knife fell on the floor with a clanking sound before coming to total rest.

Captain Falcon latched on to his shoulder and fell on the floor. He wriggled around on the floor, making it as red as Meta Knight. Captain Falcon slowed down soon enough, and he slowly let his hand off his shoulder and made a terrible gagging sound, one that sounded like he was choking to death. Meta Knight could only watch as Falcon's movements slowed down, further and further.

Then, he stopped moving. Meta Knight didn't shed a tear for what he knew to be a dead Captain Falcon. Meta Knight stepped carefully away from the scene, about to get a rag. He needed to be careful as the entire floor was soaked with blood; he would surely slip!

Meta Knight began to cough, though. The coughing was more terrible and violent than anything before. Meta Knight saw two Falcon's instead of just the one. Meta Knight slowly saw the blood on the floor seep away, almost like it was evaporating. The blood became millions of tiny bubbles. Meta Knight knew that could not be.

"What's happening to me?" Meta Knight cried out in his head. Meta Knight sat on the blood soaked ground, and held on to his sword.

"Look at the bubbles..." Meta Knight thought. His eyes turned from white to a green, meaning he was calm and carefree. He began to stick his sword in the air randomly; as if he were trying to pop the bubbles.

Meta Knight coughed one more time, and suddenly, he saw pure black. Meta Knight felt his thoughts slowly drift away, bit by bit, memory by memory, until he was unaware of his very existence.

"Meta Knight?" A voice called. "I would like a wo-" Master Hand came into the doorway to the kitchen and stopped. He looked at the body of Falcon, then Meta Knight, then the blood. It was a circle of death to him. It took a moment for Master Hand, one having an IQ of 2,900, to process what happened. He closed his "eyes", and breathed in. That's when he figured out what happened; what had happened weeks ago, days ago, that morning, and that moment.

"Oh no..." Master Hand said to himself. "What have I done?"


Wow...that's powerful. Read and review please.