Long chapter, YAAAY. Put off longer than I should have, I started it a while ago- but I just wasn't feeling it. Yay twilight making me want to hurt Pit really early in the morning!

And I apologize! I will write a lemon, but I'm planning for the last chapter or so- only a few more left folks! I also apologize for how emo-ish and depressing this chapter is, but hey ITS MEANT TO HAVE SOME TRAUMA.

Disclaimer: BLAHBLA I don't own super smash brothers, or twilight, just for the mention of it above. Insert sadface here. I really want to hug Pit and apologize for this…or hug Carlisle and beg for forgiveness…I…I'll stop now…

Dark Pit's point of view first- mwahahaha! Yes! It's his time to shine! Finally…

And without further ado, I welcome you to chapter nine of My Light! Ah, also…REVIEW! I noms on them and it gives me energy…nomnomnom…

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I would not be able to hold back the screams which would enforce. It liked torture- it wouldn't make it quick; it would choose the longer route- the agonizing route.

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Perhaps I should just kill him. Yes, perhaps. Save me the trouble of trying to take over.

Of course, if I did kill him, would I die too?

I growled angrily and threw my silver wreath down onto where ground should be. I watched it fall till it was a speck in this darkness before letting my self fall weightlessly to catch it.

Well I have to do something soon, either way I'll die. Kill the boy, half chance I'll die to-, let that troublesome swordsman interfere any longer, I die anyway.

Being a damn double to the angel was a hell of its own, I only live now to cause him as much pain as possible. I sighed again, catching my wreath and putting it back among my hair, floating in nothing.

Oh great, here it comes. I growled in pain as flickers of light interrupted the darkness, I turned to see there was now more light far off, like a sunrise breaking dawn across the dark sky.

It was slowly creeping across, inches every day. I'd have to do something about that. Bring some more darkness here, before I vanish.

He'll have to live with it. I thought bitterly, I don't want to die either.

Even down here, trapped in the darkness of the boy's soul, I could feel most of what he felt. The joy he felt when he was with that conniving swordsman, it was disgusting.

Looks like the coast is clear, well, I'm getting out now.

--------Pit's P.O.V.----

"I-Ike…can't…breathe..."

Ike dropped me almost immediately, giving me a sorry-happy look. I think he thinks that made up for not actually saying sorry.

I also think I was going to say so, but he had trapped me again. Pretty sure my mind blanked this time.

"Ike, come on" I mumbled between the deep kiss he was trying to start.

He chuckled and pulled back, "Sorry, it's just...I don't want to leave you here all alone." He apologized, wrapping his arms around my waist and gazing down at me.

I pouted, "It's only two days, and shouldn't I be the one all sappy and mopey about it?" I asked, smirking as he shrugged. "And what do you mean alone? Marth will be here with me, so go have a good time! Though…bring me something back, or I might hurt you." I warned as a second thought.

Ike laughed and gave me another crippling hug, he was so excited about going back home, I should be too, but I'd decided to stay with the few brawlers who didn't want to visit their friends and family.

When Master Hand called us together to tell us we had the weekend to go home, everyone was surprised, well, nearly everyone, a huge majority of us were shocked, especially those who had nowhere to return to.

Me and Ike have been together for about a month now, and he really didn't want to leave me here, he wanted to take me with him, but apparently that's 'against the rules', but I felt really bad not letting him go, he was so happy when he knew he could, even for a few blissful seconds.

"If Marth tries anything on you I'll kick his ass when I get back." Ike whispered in my ear, I giggled lightly, rolling my eyes.

"Brawlers returning, gather here." Master Hand boomed; Ike jumped lightly, looking over his shoulder,

"Damn, I have to go." Ike muttered as he chewed his lip.

I rolled my eyes again and grabbed the front of his tunic in both hands, swinging him down to kiss him goodbye. I let him go and shoved him lightly, "Hurry back." I said, he smiled down at me and ruffled me hair before turning and running over to the portals.

I sighed and waved as he waved at me one last time before disappearing through a black portal which had appeared in the middle of the hall. I let my smile fall slightly as I felt all my happiness had gone with him.

"If he had seen you now, he wouldn't have left." Marth commented from my side, I looked up at him; he smiled lightly back, "He'll be back soon, don't worry too much."

"I'm not worried, just a little sad, that's all." I replied as I followed him out of the room, he laughed,

"Right! Not worried! Pit, you're worrying." He chuckled, laying a finger on my lip, the lip I was currently chewing.

I pouted angrily, "Why aren't you going back Marth?" I asked, he waved his hand, but I noticed his smile falter,

"Why aren't you going back, Pit? Doesn't Paulentina want to see her loyal guard?"

I poked my tongue out at him, "If she needs me, she'd call me back, and don't avoid the question." I snapped,

Marth sighed lightly, "Pit, I'm not avoiding it; I just don't want to answer."

He gave me such a serious look- I could feel the shudder run through me, the full force of his cold, cobalt blue eyes unleashed.

And then it was gone, Marth smiling again. "What are you going to do while Ike's away? You aren't planning to mope around all weekend are you?" His expression changed to one of polite conviction.

I laughed hesitantly, "Yeah that was exactly what I was going to do." I joked nervously. Marth smiled.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, Marth's smile grew wider,

"I'm inviting someone over, after all, I can't go to visit him."

He had led me outside; I had never been here while it was so…quiet. Going over it all in my head, only a few people were still at the mansion now- Me, Marth, R.O.B., Mr. Game and Watch, and maybe Wolf- that was it.

It took a few more moments for what he had said to click. I looked up at him, "You mean…him?" I prompted.

He smiled and nodded, giggling, "It was his idea though, don't tell Ike- we can rub it in his face later." He winked at me.

"When's he getting here?" I asked, Marth hadn't told us much about his 'partner', just that he meant a lot to him and wished he was still here.

Marth scratched his head, "Sometime today, he should be early because he wouldn't dare be late."

"So what time is that?" I asked, confused, Marth shrugged,

"Soon I guess, I told him when everyone's leaving, so a few minutes?" I tilted my head but he just smiled.

"MAAAARRRRRTTTHHHHHH!!!"

I jumped in shock and we both turned around to see a short red-haired boy running full speed at us.

Marth broke into a smile and held out his arms, the boy leaping at him instead, tackling him to the ground.

"It's been so long!! I missed you!!" The boy crooned, nuzzling into Marth's neck. Marth laughed, giving me a happy-nervous look. I stared back.

"Ok, ok, let me up Roy." Marth gasped when the red-head bit him.

"I dun wanna." Roy replied, smirking.

Marth then shoved the boy off him, Roy landing backwards. "Hey! Maaarth! Why so cold!?" He whined, tears of confusion welling up at his pouting face.

Marth sighed as he sat up, "Introductions. Pit, Roy- Roy, Pit." He introduced, gesturing to us with his hands.

Roy looked at me with large blue eyes, before breaking out into a smile, "Nice to meet you," He greeted.

I smiled at him and waved, "It's nice to finally meet you too- Marth wouldn't stop talking about you." I put in for Marth's sake.

Roy blushed and chibi tears of joy appeared, "Marth! I didn't know you cared!" Marth jumped up to doge the second tackle. From how Marth did talk about Roy, I thought he would be a bit friendlier.

Perhaps he only acts that way when Roy isn't there, something to do with Pride. I tilted my head, watching as Roy tackled Math once again from behind, Marth complaining while Roy chewed on his blue hair.

"Marth! Show me around!" Roy whined, pulling Marth to his feet and yanking him along as he ran off, Marth cringed,

"Sorry Pit!" Marth called before being yanked inside, "We'll catch up later, ok!?" Was the last he was able to get out before he was gone.

I sighed sadly, it would be mean to barge in on Marth; he must have missed Roy dearly. I looked over at Pike, his leaves swaying lightly in the breeze- I sighed again and turned, heading inside.

No doubt after a while of wandering I ended up back in my room, sprawled on my bed with the picture album me and Ike were forced by Marth to make. Suddenly I felt grateful for the bossy Prince.

I rolled over onto my stomach, stretching my wings and crossing my legs in the air, flipping the ancient cover open to the first page. I smiled nostalgically as I remembered making this- it seemed we both didn't have a talent for scrap booking, the photo's glued in wherever there was space.

I was around halfway when I grew a little too bored by it and glanced up to check once again how long Ike would be away.

That was my original idea, but my eyes lingered on the calendar, no black circles, the blue forgotten, now normal red crosses marking off the days.

I placed my head in my hands, glancing at the teddy bear in the corner and smiling, "Maybe it's gone?" I asked it, its beaded eyes stared back.

Don't flatter yourself.

I felt a shudder tear through me and clung to the sheets, the unbearable cold almost painful as it appeared next to me.

I gasped as it ran a hand slowly down between my wings, "You didn't really believe I would leave you, hmm?" It teased in a bored fashion as it spread the paralyzing ice down my back, making me cringe.

"W-why now?" I was able to ask through my frantic gasps, clenching the sheets tighter as it chuckled, the sound hollow and dead in my ears.

"I would have thought it obvious, but I guess I was wrong- No matter." It shrugged off.

I couldn't move again. As its hand slinked around and took the photo album, I couldn't stop it. It snorted as it flicked through, "Wonderful memories?" It snickered before dropping the book still-open to the ground, a loud thud echoing.

Calm down calm down calmdowncalmdown! If it were going to do something, it would have done it by now!! My mind was screaming as I tried to force my muscles to relax. The thing smirked and traced circles over my shoulder blades.

"Will you kindly give in? I don't want to hurt this body…" It offered, stroking its hand mere millimeters above my wing.

To my disapproval, my body tensed further, I could barely turn my head to glare at it. "No," I growled, but my voice still sounded so weak and helpless.

It sighed and sat up, crossing the room in a blink and locking the door with a wave of its hand. "I really didn't want to do this." Its smile told a different tale.

My breathing was reaching hyperventilation as I forced my arms to move, slowly pushing myself onto my knees, just to be shoved back down, nearly suffocated by the sheets.

It grabbed a fist full of my hair as it sat on my waist, yanking my head back so I could at least glare. It frowned, before smirking, "Don't give me that look, you should have seen this coming."

"What are you going to do?" I growled, it smirked,

"You'll see." It then frowned, sighing unhappily, "I like you much better when you're twitchy, at least then I don't have to force the screams from your throat." It muttered, giving my hair a sharp yank, enticing a sharp gasp from me in response.

I hissed in pain as its other hand grabbed my wrists together in an ice-like vice, it leaned down, yanking my head to the side so it could whisper in my ear. "Don't think this will be over soon, you know me better." It breathed before biting down on my shoulder.

I bit my lip hard, I could taste the blood- but I wouldn't give it the pleasure of seeing me crumble to its force; It tutted angrily, licking up blood which slowly flowed down, beginning to soak my toga a dark crimson.

"Yeah, you like to torture the person by telling them what you'll do- bore them to death," I hissed sarcastically, it smirked and bit down again, my hiss of pain coming from behind clenched teeth.

It gave a tug of my wrists, "No, no. not today- I don't think I'll bore you, you might even find my method today…interesting." It replied, letting go of my hair to trace a line down my neck and along my spine.

"You see," it started, "I might start by first reminding you how defenceless compared to me you truly are, shake your nerves." It whispered dangerously low as it stabbed its sharp nails into my back, I couldn't fight the strangled gasp of pain, and it smirked lightly in response.

"Then, maybe something more permanent..." It muttered, the now blood stained fingers tracing up the frail membrane of my wing.

I gasped in realization. It smirked and chuckled darkly in response.

"You-You wouldn't" I gasped, horrified as I struggled with new force against its grip.

It chuckled, "No, not exactly the way you're thinking- but didn't I prove you right? It was very interesting…"

I gasped and pressed my face into the covers, I could hear its echoing laughter as it dug its nails across my back repetitively, biting along my neck, trying to get a better reaction.

I groaned in agony into the sheets, feeling my back being town to shreds- the air stinging and burning- before I was abruptly flung over, my hands flying above my head, still in the hold I was trying to break as it re-straddled my waist.

I let out an agonized yell as it clawed through my toga, biting and licking at my chest, burning, shredding, and getting what it wanted.

Tears burned my eyes as I screwed them shut, it was biting my jaw, stabbing nails into my wrist, digging deep crimson lines across my stomach- and yet I wouldn't give in, wouldn't give it what it truly wanted.

I bit my lip again as the pain numbed my body, dulling my yells, muffling them to my ears, It growled angrily and dug deeper, a new yell tearing through me.

"IKE!!!!!!!" I screamed. It briefly paused, pulling its bloody hand from the blood pooling everywhere over my chest- my head felt light as the effects of the blood loss were beginning to settle in, I couldn't fight the tears, burning as they came to the few scratches and bites along my jaw.

But it was laughing.

A terrible shudder ran through me, of everything, my soft whimpers and cries- everything was dull next to that hollow sound, filling my mind, echoing.

"Yes! Scream for him! He cannot help you now!!" It laughed in pleasure as it flipped me. My mind was blank, the burning and stinging, it raked through me, but no more screams would come. It was right, and that was what hurt most of all.

I could hear the dull hum it gave.

"…did I break him?" It murmured. It turned my head to the side, staring into my eyes, it growled lightly, "Go on…scream…" It muttered.

I knew what was going to happen. The worst thing for an Angel; The thing I treasure most- one of the few remaining threads which gave me hope.

I would not be able to hold back the screams which would enforce. It liked torture- it wouldn't make it quick; it would choose the longer route- the agonizing route.

A shudder ran through me once again as it hands slowly travelled down my back, dipping into the cuts lightly as it travelled to my wings.

"s….stop..." I gasped lifelessly, trying to struggle against him, but my muscles were so numb…dead to my mind…

It ignored me and began whispering ancient words.

"s….stop!" I gasped before twitching in pain as it delved its hands in- past my wings, to my soul.

It took me a few breathless moments before the pain in my throat and new wave of stinging in my eyes brought me to notice I was screaming.

Blood curdling screams.

Once again, it was laughing hollowly as it grabbed hold and pulled.

The tearing feeling- it hurt. It hurt worse then death- If I could, I would welcome death now, anything to be free of this torture.

He was ripping the soul from my wings- my most treasured of all possessions.

It burned like fire, I screamed louder. It laughed harder and with one hard tug, I felt it rip and it was gone. My wings crumpled broken and lifeless among feathers coating the blood stained bed.

But the burning did not stop, the laughter continued. My screaming grew before beginning to fade, the pain taking over, numbness following.

It bent down, chucking to once again whisper in my ear.

"You shall never return to the gates of white, you shall never fly." It hissed, and then it was gone, its hollow laughter ringing in my ears, haunting me.

I was still screaming, but now not as loud- I could hear the banging on the door, I could hear worried voices.

But my screaming soon stopped altogether as I stared out at nothing, I couldn't breathe, my will given up- finally, the dark invite of unconsciousness luring me in.

--------Ike's P.O.V.----

I arrived back smiling; the two day's I'd spent back were memorable. Soren was probably the happiest to see me, but Shinon wasn't as sour as usual either.

But after a few seconds, I was aware that something was different- I was the first back, Marth was running to me, but he wasn't smiling- his face was twisted with fear and bottled agony.

"Marth?" I asked, dropping the sack I was carrying as Marth ran full force into me, wrapping his arms around my chest, I immediately knew something was wrong, terribly wrong- Marth was crying.

"Ike! Ike! It's horrible!" He rasped, his voice breaking as he choked, I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, leaning down a little so I was exactly his height, staring into his tearing blue eyes. "Marth, calm down, what's wrong?" I demanded.

He broke into a dry sob and he brought his face into his hands. "Ike, it's Pit…oh god, Pit..." He cried heavily.

I had broken into a full sprint then, the fear Marth held as he slumped to the ground wmitting to me- making my muscles tense, making my heart ache.

Pit. What happened??

I burst into the hall and nearly skidded and smashed into the wall- catching myself and stumbling forward before breaking back into my sprint. I became more and more terrified, my breath hitching as I smelt blood.

I burst into Pit's room and froze, my every nerve tingling, my eyes wide.

There was blood splattered on the walls, the sheets on the bed had a dark pooling stain of it soaked through to the mattress. There were crumbling feathers everywhere, and even blood on the ceiling, but I could not see my angel in the pitch black room. The mangled photo album caught my eye, but did not hold it.

"Pit?" I choked, mortified as I took a hesitant step into the room, glancing around wildly for my love. A small shape in the corner twitched. I ran to it instantly, falling to my knees.

"Pit! Pit? What happened??" I asked in a gush of words, the black form in front of me opening an eye. All I could see was the light reflected in the lifeless cerulean blue orb staring back at me.

My breath caught. My heart shattered. Pit was not there.

I reached out and pulled him to my arms, the soft, dull gasp of pain and sudden sensation of moisture and scratchy bumps on his back under my fingers making me freeze.

I pulled out lightly, bringing my hands up- they were partially covered in blood- my angels blood.

"Pit!" I cried, but it was too dark, I could only faintly see his outline as he was slumped lifelessly against my chest. Broken sobbing at the door notified me of Marth's presence.

I spun to him, enraged, "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!" I yelled at him, he jumped in fear, his eyes wide, a small red-headed boy next to him also whimpered, clutching to Marth's tunic lightly.

"We don't know Ike! We don't know!" Marth sobbed, trying to sound angry, but sounding more ashamed.

My emotions bubbled up, I was shaking, but no tears came. My mind ran over everything in fast motion and soon it clicked, there was only one other thing it could be.

I scooped Pit up in my arms and carried him to his bed, I cradled his body in one arm while I flung my cape off with the other, laying him down gently before going to the light switch, flicking it on.

When I turned around I also heard two strangled gasps behind me. Pit's chest looked like it had exploded; it was now oozing fresh blood through deep cuts crisscrossing and dicing everywhere, centred around his ribs, where the brighter red of blood covered bone could be seen only a few tattered red-splattered pieces remained of his toga.

A quick glance was all it took to know that his back would be the same, I gasped in horror as I took in the state of his wings. They were obviously broken, sticking up at odd angles and not moving in the slightest- but what had shocked me the most- made me feel like throwing up right then and there, was his feathers.

They were a deep grey, but where the feathers at the tips of his wings should be, bone and crumbling fluff remained. His wings are degrading. I chocked, gagging.

I went back to Pit immediately, I could see dried tear streaks down his cheeks, I could see the bite marks along his jaw and neck, but his eyes still showed no sign of life, only the slow, shallow, ragged breaths forcing his chest to rise and fall indicated he was still alive.

"Pit, Pit, Pit…" I gasped over and over, cradling his face in my hands, staring into his eyes- I could hear Marth break into a new wave of tears, the boy he was with trying to hold back his own.

I grasped one of Pit's hands and nearly retched at how sickly cold and frail it was, "Pit! Pit listen to me, you're going to be ok, you're going to be all right." I growled over and over, but I was sure I was trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince the lifeless doll in my arms.

The tears which were late in coming burned my eyes, and as I tried to blink them away they poured over, my voice cracking as I kept whispering to my angel.

My voice caught as I collapsed against the bed. This wasn't my Pit. There was no one there in those eyes.

I could feel long arms wrap around me and a damp face press against my neck, but I didn't truly feel it.

I could hear the far away voice telling me that help would come soon, that everything would be alright- that pit would be alright, but I didn't truly feel it.

But the excruciating ache in my heart I did feel. The hopelessness I felt as I gazed into the dull eyes which used to hold a fire no longer there I did feel.

I reached out, only seeing the broken, bloody body of my love, slowly moving further away from me as I was pulled away, the voices of reality slurred and far away as silent tears trailed down my face.

"Pit…." Was the last word I spoke before I fainted.