10. Wolf vs. Lyndon
Olimar woke up just as a dart barely avoided hitting his face. The Smasher immediately jumped out of bed, looking around frantically to see Lyndon, who was about to throw another dart and hesitated as soon as he saw Olimar.
"My apologies, Olimar. I was practicing..." Lyndon trailed off sheepishly, before pointing at something behind Olimar. "Throwing darts, knives, that kind of stuff. I did this all the time during the past when I worked as an assassin. I was going to move on to the knives next, but I figured I would wake you up before then..."
Olimar looked at him, confused, before grabbing a writing pad and a pencil. He immediately wrote a question and showed it to the former assassin.
You practice throwing darts right above a sleeping person early in the morning?
"Yes. It's part of one of my ways to assassinate sleeping people. I throw a dart at a breakable thing, and as soon as the person wakes up I kill them. Of course, if I'm out of darts by then I just smother them in their sleep. It's not much of a problem for the dart strategy, but it's a little harder to smother. Especially if said victim wakes up and tries to hurt you." Lyndon responded, before taking several darts out of the wall. Olimar even noticed there was even a mini dart-board pinned to the wall, too, for Lyndon to throw at.
Um...Lyndon...I hate to ask, considering that you want to train, but can you do it at a place that's considerably safer for more living beings? Or at least not in this room?
The silver-haired Eccentric paused, before nodding. "Sure. I'll just go to the rooftops and hang out there until breakfast." He responded, before taking the dart-board off the wall and starting to leave the room. "By the way, it's only 5:30 a.m. and wake-up call isn't until 7:30. I suggest you might want to go back to sleep now."
...Darn it.
Two hours later, wake-up call occurred. And usually how this wake-up call happened was by Master Hand sending all the Alloys to bang on the doors, accompanied by terrible screeching cat noises in the background. Needless to say, no one was particularly pleased. Of course, Lyndon wasn't around to witness it, since he was on the rooftops practicing. That didn't mean he couldn't hear it, though.
Before anyone could yell at the Alloys to make them shut up, Lyndon had already gotten back into the building and assassinated half the Alloys before finishing off the rest. All of the Smashers stared at the silver-haired Eccentric in awe.
"What?" Lyndon spoke after a few moments of awkward silence. "The terrible screeching sounded like people dying. I thought those things were going to commit homicide to the rest of you..." Before he could continue, a terrible cat screech echoed from a nearby speaker, and Lyndon pulled out a gun and shot the speaker, destroying it as a result. "There we go...That's much better, don't you think?"
Most of the Smashers were too terrified to respond.
"Do you think Lyndon is insane?"
Ike turned to face Roy, who had asked the question. The two were eating breakfast in the dining hall, and obviously the subject on most of everyone's minds was the match between Lyndon and Wolf this morning of who would win and why.
"What do you think Lyndon is insane?" Ike asked, curious that Roy would ask such a question. "I mean, sure, he's an assassin, but do you seriously think he doesn't have mental sanity?"
"Yes." Roy responded, just as someone else spoke up.
"I'm sorry, but I heard you both mention my name and the word 'insane,' so I was wondering if there was anything about me that irked you in particular."
The two nearly let out a scream as soon as they realized that the assassin was standing right behind them.
"H-how did you get over here so quickly!?" Roy exclaimed. "You-you were over there just now!" He spoke, pointing across the table to where Lyndon once sat.
"Don't ask." Lyndon muttered, before concentrating his focus on Ike. "What is it about me that you two were talking about?" He asked as a sharper tone leaked into his voice. Several of the Smashers took notice of what was happening, and observed the scene.
Ike swallowed, before speaking. He had a bad feeling that Lyndon would rip him to shreds as soon as he told the truth. "We were wondering if you have any mental sanity. Roy brought up the question..." He trailed off awkwardly.
Lyndon merely appeared to smile. "Thank you for your upfront honesty. And yes, I am sane. Otherwise, I would be in a sanatorium wearing a straightjacket, right?" He casually walked back to his seat, before sitting down.
Wolf observed the assassin sitting across from him as he nibbled away at a single piece of toast. He doesn't eat much, huh? Maybe it's assassin training or whatever. The same probably goes for him being able to hear Ike and Roy's conversation from across the table, too. He's no regular human, that's for sure-
Wolf's eyes widened as soon as Lyndon made quiet eye contact with him. Wolf looked away, pausing before looking at Lyndon again.
The assassin still had his eyes trained on Wolf, and the once-gentle gaze became one of malice.
This doesn't look good...
"And now, we will start the match! Lyndon versus Wolf!" Master Hand announced as the two fighters entered the arena. "The stage will be...Final Destination!"
The stage transformed into one large single platform, with stars swirling about in the dark background. Lyndon looked around quietly, before speaking.
"I find it to be quite fascinating..." Lyndon trailed off. "And even better; there's no place to hide for either of us. That makes for a perfect final match... Heh, don't you think so too, Wolf?"
Game start!
"I wonder if Wolf will even make it out alive." Falco and Fox heard Andre remark quietly.
"What do you mean, 'make it out alive?' Does Lyndon usually kill his opponents?" Falco asked the top-hatted Eccentric.
"Well..." Andre cringed slightly. "He does have quite the history of killing anyone that opposes him. Of course, it's decreased since he left his assassinating ways, but it still occurs sometimes..."
"That doesn't sound good..." Fox trailed off as the three resumed watching the match.
Wolf immediately took out his blaster and started shooting at the assassin, who ducked and dodged every shot, taking out his own revolver and shooting back at Wolf. Wolf ducked, before shooting back at him. The shooting match seemed to continue for a bit, before Lyndon suddenly disappeared from view.
"What the heck?" Wolf spoke up, looking around. "Where did he-"
He was sent sprawling to ground as a force slammed into him out of nowhere. He got up quickly, seeing Lyndon stand a few paces away from him.
"Here's a tip for staying alive...It's called 'brace yourself for the worst and run when you can.' You want to jump off the stage now? Go ahead." Lyndon drawled, ending with a smirk.
"As if I'm going to give up that easily!" Wolf snapped back, taking out his blaster and starting to shoot at Lyndon again. The assassin quickly sidestepped the attacks as if he'd expected it for days, before rushing at Wolf and landing a strong kick in the chest. Again, the Smasher was sent sprawling to the ground, but Wolf shot once at Lyndon, aiming for his head.
Lyndon merely tilted his head, avoiding the bullet that was aimed at him. "You're going to have to do better than that." He murmured quietly, before suddenly disappearing again. Wolf looked around, trying to find the assassin, but Lyndon suddenly appeared from behind and held a knife to his throat, holding his head back with the other hand.
"This doesn't look good..." Ike trailed off quietly as he watched Wolf struggle against Lyndon's restraints. "Dang it..."
Mewtwo observed Lyndon quietly. The assassin seemed to show a blank face, but if one looked closely enough...There was malice in those eyes, full of fury.
"Wolf." Lyndon spoke after a moment of silence as Wolf continued to struggle against Lyndon restraining him. "I was on the rooftops last night, and I happened to witness two Smashers intruding on two of my allies' private moment at the balcony, and they didn't even apologize...Do you want to guess who they are? I'll give you three guesses. Get it right, and I'll let you shoot me once. Get it wrong and you'll be ripped to shreds."
"Are you trying to play games with me!?" Wolf snarled back, but he felt the knife get even closer to his throat. "Fine, fine! I'll start guessing!"
"Good." Lyndon hissed quietly in response. "It would be a pity to finish you off now, anyway. I'm saving the best for last."
"Um...Okay, who would be stupid enough to intrude on someone's private moment?" Wolf muttered aloud. "Let me guess, Falco and Fox were drunk at the time and they happened to see it?"
"No." Lyndon murmured back. He pressed the blade a millimeter closer to Wolf's throat. "Guess again."
"...Two of the Pokemon?"
"Nope."
"Argh, dang it!" Wolf muttered in frustration. "Who is it!?"
Lyndon paused, before pushing Wolf out of his grasp suddenly and stabbing him in the stomach with the knife. "Zelda and Samus." Lyndon spoke in response as he pulled out the knife quickly. Wolf collapsed to his knees in pain. A flash of light appeared from above, and the two looked up to see the Smash Ball appear. "Hm. Looks like it's time for the finale, isn't it?"
As Lyndon advanced towards the Smash Ball, Wolf tried to stand. He found it hard to do so, with pain and an open wound crippling him, but he managed it after a moment or two of struggling. He then held up his blaster, before shooting at Lyndon.
The bullet hit Lyndon in the back. The silver-haired Eccentric let out a gasp, not expecting the attack, and crumpled to the floor for a moment. Just as soon as he fell, though, he got back up quickly, before turning towards Wolf.
"Nice shot. I'll give you credit for that." He spoke, smirking a bit. "I can't say the same for you winning the match, though..." He pointed his knife upwards, before throwing it at the Smash Ball. The Smash Ball shattered upon impact, showering Lyndon in a rainbow-coloured aura. "Final Smash activate...Reaper's Kiss."
Before Wolf could even ask himself what the heck Lyndon meant, the assassin suddenly disappeared, and the stage went dark. Wolf looked around, trying to find Lyndon in the darkness when all of a sudden, he felt pain ripping across his body several times, as if several razor-sharp blades were cutting into it. He then collapsed, his body too weakened to continue battling.
GAME!
"Oh gosh...Wolf!" Fox shouted as he rushed into the arena. The other Smashers immediately followed suite, running to the stage and speaking to each other.
"Wolf-Oh man, he's bleeding!"
"We need to get him to the hospital wing, now!"
"Hurry!"
"Hang on, Wolf!"
Lyndon just gave a dismal look at Wolf, before walking out of the arena. Lucas watched him leave, looked back at Wolf, and then ran after Lyndon.