Chapter Eight
After a few hours of recounting the events that led me here in Master Hands' office with Zelda and Marth, the room soon fell into complete silence. Master Hand floated around and suddenly stopped in front of me, apparently I was in huge trouble.
"Roy, remind me again how this happened."
"Young Link was making fun of be for… something-"
"Tell me what he was making fun of you about!" he shouted. I flinched as the words were done echoing through my mind.
"He was making fun of me for blushing! I was furious with him and while getting his irritating voice out of my head I sort of forgot about what happened last night. Marth was just caught in my own pool of anger, and violence played a major part of the argument because I truly wanted to fight someone and Marth was there. I'm sorry if I had forgotten the deal," I said apologetic. My eyes converted from the floor to Marth's face which had regained its color and then to Zelda who was staring at me in a doubtful way.
"So you got paranoid for a few split minutes?"
"Yes sir. And I apologize for my disturbing actions."
"Marth, do you have anything to object to?"
"Nope. He has everything correct, I was pushing him a little too much toward the end. I guess I got carried away," said Marth as his eyes followed my lead and stared at Master Hand.
"Zelda, would you excuse yourself from this room for a few minutes?"
She nodded and ran toward the giant door, her face was engraved in my mind's eye as I waited for Master Hands' punishment.
"Okay, one thing is you two aren't even related but yet you act like brothers! And another thing is why the hell do you fight over idiotic things?"
"Listen, if you were stuck here for as long as we were without hardly any new friends then you would fight over anything."
"And stab your best friend?"
Marth then fell into his dark hole that made him seem deep in thought or seem different from his normal self. Ignoring Marth's new action I returned my full attention to Master Hand.
"I think it is best that you two don't see each other for a while. Maybe a few months."
"Wait am I suppose to be away from the mansion for a few days anyways?"
"Yes that is correct. Now get your stuff and leave! I would like to talk with Roy here about something," he mumbled as he pushed Marth away from me and out of the door. I felt my soul grasping for my sanity and whispering to it that something would happen to me.
Nothing seemed to happen though, he just floated toward his desk, got out a photo album and began flipping some of the pages. I didn't know whether or not I was excused to leave yet or not, so I sat down in a seat next to him and began looking at the cherished moments of Master Hand.
"Do you know who that person is?"
"No sir. Who is that blonde boy anyways? Who is that black haired person also?" I questioned as I stared at the duo of kids grinning from ear to ear, they looked as though they were complete opposites.
"The blonde boy is my younger brother and the black haired kid is me, 6 years ago…"
"That's you? But you're a -"
"I know I'm a disembodied hand. Nothing more and nothing less."
I sighed and I realized that whatever happened to Master Hand, it also happened to his brother too. I pointed to a picture and said, "so that boy is your brother. Man you're lucky. Is he dead or alive?"
"I have no idea. I know that after we both were turned into hands he went insane because of the traumatic change and mental damage it caused. After a year of caring for him he wanted me out of his life so as the years passed he grew more distant from me and suddenly I haven't heard anything from him. How I miss the years so much!"
I stared at the picture with them playing, sleeping and finally their last moments together. His brother showed his bright, gleaming smile while Master Hand held a book about the human mind and he sheepishly smiled. Something about his brother scared me terribly but now I felt bad for making his day seem worse than it should've been. I stood up and walked to the door.
"Master Hand, if you need me I'll be in the library okay?"
"Feel free to go anywhere you need to, just don't leave the mansion without an escort. Got that Roy?"
I nodded as I opened the door. As the door closed silently behind me I jogged toward the empty library; the walls were lined with books of all sizes, and with all these books aligned like this it made me afraid to be in here. I walked around the tables that had candles on them, and somehow every time I went past a table the candles would suddenly light up. I went over to the tallest bookshelf and began climbing the ladder when I heard another pair of footsteps and whispering. I dropped down and hid behind a bookshelf.
Looking through the books I saw Brooklyn and another girl with her, but somehow I managed to pull out that they were related.
"So, you saw mom?" asked the girl as Brooklyn came over to the bookshelf that I was behind and grabbed a book. She placed it down on the hard table, and began flipping the pages.
"Yes, I saw mom! She was right in front of me and I was so freaked out! I mean just when Roy left for the cemetery I saw her and then she disappeared without saying anything!"
"Relax already, you're too loud."
"Sorry I forget."
"No problem. So what are you looking for exactly?"
"Corrine! You should know me by now, I'm looking for an explanation for why I saw mom but no one else did. I think there's a journal among this where it has my history and I'll be able to find out what happened to mom," explained Brooklyn as she searched through the numerous pages. I then wanted to see what she was looking at but suddenly a candle blazed upward and caught the attention of Brooklyn and Corrine.
"Hello? Roy is that you?"
I said nothing, afraid that she might hate me. She walked over to the bookshelf again and all of a sudden all the books fell on me.
"I can't move!!" I screamed. Corrine covered her ears and she groaned. Brooklyn picked me up as though by magic and tossed me to the other side of the room; her emerald eyes raged with a fiery personality that I have never seen before.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I wanted to look for something what else would I look for?"
Her eyes went to Corrine who was searching for Brooklyn's history and her eyes came back to me, she probably saw the fear that pinned me against my will. She grew a small looking ball thing… it was then I realized that she was like Mewtwo.
"You have Mewtwo's abilities!"
"Duh, how long did that take you? Anyways hold still…"
I closed my eyes as I expected the maroon colored orb to hit me, but it smacked against the wall behind me. I looked behind me and saw a spider the size of my hand.
"Damn these spiders. They're larger than that if you really look for them."
I twitched as the spider fell to the ground and also began to twitch. She grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the table where Corrine had finally found the page with Brooklyn's profile.
"Did you find it?"
"Yep. Let's see here… there it is! The answer to your question."
Brooklyn hesitated on taking the old leather book but she did and her eyes grew large, and fearful. She shook her head as she backed away from the table itself. I looked in the book and saw that there was an expiration date placed in her birth certificate… it was due the month after Mother's Day.
"How is that possible? People don't suddenly have expiration dates on them do they? Brooklyn… are you listening to me?" I questioned as she shook her head vigorously. I could tell she was just as freaked out as I was.
"Roy… do you want me to tell you a story? One that'll explain everything that is happening so far."
I nodded as I watched her take her seat on the hard wooden table. Her eyes then turned a mystifying color and that's when I realized that I was going into another trance, just like Maria Creed did to me.
