My computer's being stupid so now I have to save every 5 seconds.

Don't own Super Smash. Own only the story plot.

...: Chapter 10: Accidents :...

It was nice here. Nice and quiet.

For the first time in a long while, she felt no stress, no frustration. The tension in her muscles had gone, along with that feeling that she had to be somewhere, do something, prove herself again. Here in this place, she was just herself, and that simple knowledge flowed across her skin like a pleasent breeze. Her right arm felt particularly nice- all bubbly, as if someone was dribbling warm champagne over it.

She half opened her eyes. Everything was pleasently out of focus, not all sharp and edgy as usual. In fact, it was pretty much all clouds around here, white and fluffy. Like a cub staring up into the sky, Krystal could see any shape she wanted. She tried to imagine a dragon, but her brain couldn't make the wings look real...and the teeth were sort of complicated. Besides, dragons were too scary. Krystal, or maybe it was someone she knew, once had a bad experince with one.

It was better to imagine her friends: Fox, Slippy, Falco, and the others that she had known throughout her years, her accomplices. The people who loved her. That's all she really wanted, to go and see them once she have gotten a little more sleep. She closed her eyes again.

Zzzz

There was that sound again. It came back every once in a while, like a old freind checking up on her. Krystal lay still for a moment, then started to wonder where these zzzs come from. They were starting to get annoying. She stared deep into her memories trying to find out why she had zzz herself. Was it to wake her up? Was it a message?

She let out a low sigh. Lying here was so nice. Besides, if she couldn't remember why she had zzz herself, then that made everything pretty pointless. Krystal would have giggled, if giggling wasn't so difficult.

Then she felt a purge of pain everywhere.

Adrenaline shot through Krystal, like waking up from a nightmare screaming. The world was suddenly diamond clear, as sharp as the shattered glass in front of her. She was breathing hard. Her right arm was broken, piercing the skin as well. Blood was still dripping from it. Her head felt like it weigh a ton, and everything swirled, but her vision was still focused. When she tried to raise her left hand to see what was wrong, she realized that her left arm was stuck. Stuck under a enclosed hole. She tried to move, but it was so hard.

She was stuck with pain, loneliness, hunger, and a desperate look for help.

-poor Kystal Mwahahahahahaha...

WHERE is he?"

"Sir, I-I-I don't know... P-please..."

"Silence!" The dark Lord was standing before a pathetic creature, watching the thing pled for its worthless little life. "You scum! You had promised me he would arrive at this hour!"-he paused, eyes like fiery daggers- "Well?"

"My apologizes, Sire." The masked creature bowed low.

"I didn't not come here to hear your apologizes, fool!" The creature shuddered. "Where is my new pawn? The one you have called Atlas and had send for me. Where is he, Dr. Motimer?"

"His name is not really Atlas, Sire." The creature didn't dare look up, though he was getting more comfortable in his subject. "He is just one of our successful experiments: subjects that are conditoned to the point of nothing, and rebuild as a powerful sub space and twilight machine. They are like useful drone machines, Sire. They can do almost anything your hearts desire."

"And you have only given me one of this magnificently described machine of yours?" The dark Lord looked irratated.

"Of course not Sire. We would like to see if you take a liking towards the human first-"

"Human?"

"Y-yes."- once again, Dr. Motimer was struck with a terrible fear and a great feeling- "As you know I am part of the research faculity. The subjects I experimented on was all part of a organiztion called Super Smash. It is a organiztion that-"

"I know what the Super Smash is. Just tell me: Where is that Atlas?"

The doctor looked up fearfully, like a child that has been caught from doing something horrible. "I had sent to go run a little errand for me. His objection was to capture a little fugitive and return. He should have returned hours ago."

"Perhaps your little experiment has failed."

"No, Sire. The man has been improved. His senses and reflexes are far greater and quicker than any other humans in the world. His muscles has been agumented. His flesh nearly impossible to pierce. His bones was reshaped around a crematic iron. The one that is used to create airplanes. It is impossible for him to fail. Perhaps he was caught in a brawl of some sort. Either way, he should be back by now." There was a long silence between the two.

"I shall give you three more hours." With that one sentence, the dark Lord turned away and the doctor returned to his work.

-Whoa...

Master Hand was sick of this.

This guy was tough. He was quick, powerful, and heavy. He avoided all of the hand's attacks while the hand barel did. And that was the problem. Master Hand was getting tired. He now stood, slumping over, panting. Scratches and bruises were found all over his body. The cloaked figure didn't have a single scratch on him nor any signs of exhaustion.

He glanced over at Master Hand to the wounded Link that tried to interfere with this battle, to the girl that was healing him, to the doctor and his patient, and then back to his opponet. His eyes were unreadable.

"I had forgotten. My name is Atlas." He said all this as if talking about the weather. "What a great warm up. I thank you for this. Now..." -Atlas came over to the defendless Hand. -"accept your fate just as your stupid brother." He draw his long sword.

Time seem to slow. Accept your fate just as your stupid brother. Stupid brother. Those words began to mock him. At a split second he remember his brother in his pool of blood and his metal coffin. He didn't deserve it. No matter how annoying and crazy he is. He didn't deserve it. Crazy was too naive, too innocent even for his age. He saw everything in a child's way of a game. A crazy, wacked up game. Like his name: Crazy Hand. He didn't deserve this. To die.

CLANG! Steel against steel. Red eyes widened at the sudden defense. Dark Brown eyes were now shaded in evil. Master Hand had pulled out his own sword out of thin air, deflecting the attack. The two stared at each other for a few seconds; one with hatred and the other impressment. They jumped away from each other.

"My, my, for a few moments I had thought you were nothing compared to the Master." The figure didn't laugh, but there was a happy note in his voice.

"I am the Master Hand." Master Hand prepared his sword, as if he was in fencing class again. No longer was fear within his veins but anger and a bit of disappointment. "And nobody, especially your bloody little ass, can call my brother stupid except me!" He growled. He knew he was overprotective. He always have been since his parent's death.

"Hmmph. I am no scum. And you are no master. I am a mercenary, born to kill whoever that my Master please. I take no pleasure in it but if it is my Master's wish so it shall be." For a second he looked distracted, the first emotion that Master Hand had seen since battling him. Suddenly, he jumped up. Extremely high up into the air. Master Hand wondered how that heavy weight was lifted so high.

A pain on his chest came to him. Serveal gasps and a scream erupted all around him but his eyes were still in the air, afraid to look down. Slowly, his hand reach up to touch the steel blade that had wounded him. Strangely enough the pain had come and passed. He was numb, felt nothing.

"I-I-I..." came a scared voice next to him. Master Hand slowly look down at the red haired boy in front of him. He stared at his killer. It was Roy, half blind with blood and pertrified. Sweat poured off the boy, as he realized he had missed and had killed his principal. "Oh God..."

"Roy..." Blood was dripping put of Master Hand's lips. His eyes rolled up and he fell to the ground, the sword still in his stomach. Roy stood for a second before falling to his knees, still shocked.

Zelda screamed in horror and disbelief. Tears began to fall as she buried her head in Link's tunic. Atlas landed next to her when she looked up. Atlas gentally grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. She tried to push him away but he was too strong.

"Hey-a! Leave her a-lone!" Dr. Mario shouted. He leaped up and began to plummet Atlas' body. As expected, Atlas released Zelda and she fell. She then dragged herself and Link to where Pit was, steamed that she once again couldn't do anything. Dr. Mario was tearing at the wrappings that hid Atlas's identity. Finally a hand got his foot and he was sent flying into the air. Along with him, was part of the wrappings. It revealed half of Atlas's face. Half was enough for everyone.

Atlas quickly hid his face, but he didn't do it quickly enough. Pit's angery fists began to lose their tighting as he stared into shock. Zelda had more tears in her eyes. Dr. Mario and Roy were still smarting from the events but that didn't stop them from gasping. Roy tried his best to hide his tears as he spoke in a shaky voice.

"Why Ike?"