Okay, this time there is definitely some major gore at the end of the chapter. Reader discretion is advised. Also, I'm sorry, but the major fight isn't until the next chapter. My sincerest apologies! Now, on with Chapter 11!

Pit had never imagined that death would be like this.

The only time he felt any pain was when the sword first went through his heart. After that, all he felt was a surge of warmth as he fell, almost gently, to the ground.

Next to go was his sight. At first he blamed his tears for his blurred vision, but as he looked on at the wooden coffin containing Link's corpse, he realized that his perception of the world around him was growing gradually darker and darker until he was finally blanketed by eternal night.

Finally, mercifully, his hearing faded out until that horrible, high-pitched laughter emanating from the robed man was only a distant memory. His breathing, heart rate, and thought process slowed significantly, until they, too, were gone, leaving only the soul to testify that the Captain of Palutena's Army wasn't entirely dead yet, though it was barely contained in the dark astral plane that existed between life and death. There Pit felt no pain, no sorrow, no lingering regret. The others were a distant, darkened memory, as was his mission to save Link and stop Ganondorf from taking over the world. It didn't matter anymore that his soul would undergo terrible punishment for the act of committing suicide, that he could never be reborn and that he could, in fact, be forced into the Underworld that was waiting to attack for what he did to its residents many years ago. Nothing mattered anymore; there was only Pit wrapped in darkness, waiting in blissful ignorance for his soul to be pulled back to Angel Land where he would be put to trial before his wings would be stripped off and he would be cast into the Underworld.

A few strange, fleeting images went through his head that he no longer understood, fragments of what memories were ingrained permanently upon his mind. With his sightless eyes Pit took in the memories with little thought, seeing the events of his life in reverse order: First he saw himself holding a bow and arrow shakily in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stood face-to-face with a young man with blond hair, a green tunic, and blood red eyes. The blond man ran a hand through Pit's hair, whispering softly, "Which makes me wonder if it would be his soul suffering in an eternal purgatory if I committed some terrible crime against the Goddesses instead of mine this time. A crime like, say, killing an angel in service to the Goddess of Light?" The hand tightened in Pit's hair and began to tug...

...And suddenly Pit was flying through the air, looking down at a gorgeous expanse of forest. He quickly took out a map with two deep red "X"s placed upon its surface, which seemed to trigger a realization that he was near one of the spots as he glided down closer to the ground. His eyes scanned a large clearing before he suddenly saw someone-the same blond man from the other vision, only now he was in a white shirt and tan capris-heading up a ladder into a tree house. Pit folded his wings in for a safe landing, just to inquire if this man knew where he could find his friend. However...Pit suddenly found himself plummeting out of the sky, headed straight for the man! Pit barely managed to cry out, "Look out below!" before he landed, causing the man to glance up and reveal that his eyes were now a gentle shade of deep blue instead of a disturbing red. Pit felt a sandal connect with the man's face before another connected with...

...His back. Goddesses, his back. Of all the places where he had to be hit, it just had to be in his back. Drifting in and out of consciousness, Pit glanced back, realizing that his wings had been broken and were lying in a bloody heap against the ground, then ahead of him, seeing a man who was entirely blue floating in the air in the distance, and running toward him...a short man in blue overalls and a red cap. He stopped next to Pit, glancing at him, then a little further to the right before muttering, "My turn, eh?" He then looked behind him, yelling, "King Dedede! Get Pit and Link back to the Falcon Flyer with Satoshi! I'll deal with Tabuu!" Then red cap man ran toward the blue guy, and Pit felt the ground vibrate beneath him as he looked up and saw...a giant blue penguin in a red robe. The penguin lifted him gently to inspect him, shaking his head in pity before he blew a whistle and several small red and tan creatures with large, black eyes ran over with two stretchers. Pit was placed gingerly in one...and glancing over, he saw...the same blond man from before, back in his green tunic but still with blue eyes being placed into the other. He looked horrible; deep gashes all over his body, blood everywhere...Pit could see that he was struggling to keep his eyes open as the strange creatures carried them both away. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and despite the pain he must have been in, the blond man smiled and whispered softly...

..."Tell me what you did with Zelda!" Pit gasped, barely managing to lift his weapon in time as the blond man swung his sword, aiming for Pit's stomach. Their weapons clashed, and Pit finally got his first good luck at the blond man. He shivered as he saw those same gentle blue eyes from the previous two visions turned as cold as ice, glaring at him as though he was the most despicable creature in the world. The glare he received was dark enough that Pit couldn't find his voice to explain what had happened, but the longer he looked into the blond man's eyes, the more familiar he seemed. In fact, he would almost swear that he had seen that same icy glare before...

...Only then it wasn't directed at him. Pain worse than what he'd felt two visions prior to this one seared Pit's entire body as he was left lying, prone and helpless, in a pool of his own blood. Like before, he couldn't recall what had happened to put him in this position, but if he had to place a guess, he would assume it was probably those five disturbingly hollow creatures made of wires and organs standing around him in mob formation. They were strangely placid at the moment, though Pit could only guess why, given they seemed to have beaten him senseless moments before. He glanced to his right, seeing an eerily familiar sword with a golden hilt covered in blood about an arm's length away, although none of the other visions had involved this particular sword. He made the slightest move to reach for it, seeing a noticeable shift in the wiry creatures.

'Ah...They won't fight me unless I'm ready for combat. How considerate of them...' Pit thought sarcastically, retracting his movement and sighing heavily when he realized the creatures were not doing the same. They were ready to battle, whether he was or not. Well, this was lovely...

Unexpectedly-to say the least- one of the strange creatures was smacked in the head with what seemed to be a rock, making the entire pack as well as Pit turn to his left to see-who else?-the green wearing, blond, blue-eyed man who linked every vision together crouched at Pit's side, holding another rock in his right hand and the sword he'd almost killed Pit with in the last vision in his left. He cleared his throat, not taking his eyes off of the creatures as he said quietly, "Shh...Easy. Mario should be finishing up any second now. Don't make any sudden moves, okay?"

Pit slowly nodded his head, glancing around at each creature before setting his sights on his protector. Something about him seemed...different than in the other visions. Maybe it was just the odd angle and the almost nonexistent lighting playing tricks upon his eyes, but he was sure there was some sort of major physical and temperamental change between the man from this vision and the man from the last. Granted, there was a definite temperamental change-the man from the last vision had been trying to kill him, after all-but even the man who'd been comforting him in one of the other visions didn't strike him as being quite like the current one...

Without warning, everything but Pit and his protector shifted from a series of platforms floating in a dark sky to a large, steel enforced room with only a simple black door off to the left. Realizing the danger had passed, the blond man dropped the rock and sheathed his sword, turning to fully face Pit and give him his first good look at his face. It wasn't the angle or the light playing tricks on Pit's eyes; the man really did look very different-his eyes were a little larger and a darker blue, his tunic was a darker green and without any armor or stitches, his hair was a darker shade of blond that almost resembled orange sherbert and also parted down the middle, and his ears were noticeably longer as they stuck out from the sides of his head. Pit was so dumbstruck by how much the man had changed from the last vision that he barely noticed that the man was interrogating him as he took in the damage to Pit's body.

"Geez, the Wire Frames beat you down pretty badly, didn't they? What were you thinking, taking on Cruel Melee your first week here?"

"...I don't know," Pit answered honestly, turning his head away.

"What do you know, then?" When the blond didn't receive an answer, he gently lifted Pit's head into an upright position, finding a noticeable contusion that could signal a concussion. "Okay, let's start with the basics. What's your name?"

Pit moaned, trying vainly to search his missing memory for a name. Amazingly enough, he found one: "Roy."

"Where are we now?"

Again, Pit was amazed to find a name,"The Training Room at the Super Smash Brothers Melee tournament."

"What's my name?"

Pit searched again, putting all his effort into locating the name of the figure haunting his memories. Only one name came up that he thought was right: "Pit...right?"

Much to his intense disappointment, the blond man frowned, "As far as this situation goes, you got two out of three right, but in reality, you're completely wrong. I'd hoped you had enough cognition left to realize that, but...I arrived later than expected..."

"What?"

The blond lifted Pit into a sitting position, tilting the confused boy's head down to look at his body. "In one of your last few memories, you got a good look at yourself. Is this what you remember seeing?" Pit scanned himself up and down, finding loose, white pants, blue and white boots, blue gauntlets, a blue tunic, blue and gold armor, and a cape that was blue on the outside and red on the inside. Gone were the black shorts, brown sandals, brown gauntlets, white toga, golden bands across his arms and right leg, and the white wings that had been broken two visions previous. Seeing that Pit had realized what he was talking about, the blond continued, "You've lost most of your memories, but the strongest ones related to what you were doing before you died remained, playing out for you in reverse order. When you ran out of memories of this life, you jumped back to the first time we met in your past life. If you'd reached the end of those memories, you would have really died."

Pit stopped his inspection, turning his large blue eyes on the blond. Died? Strongest memories? Past life? Pit wanted to voice his thoughts, but all that came out was, "But...all of my memories were about..."

"Me; though, you don't remember who I am."

"If I'm dead, then how is it possible for me to have memories?"

"Only your body is dead. Your brain is still alive, tethering your soul to your body, but it's slowing down, so not all of your memories are as clear as they should be. When your memories return, you'll probably forget all about this encounter with me. This isn't one of your own memories, and I don't belong here."

"Fine with me. Like you said, I don't even know who you are...Or who I am, apparently."

"You will soon," the blond smiled, using one hand to pull the collar of his tunic away while the other reached down inside and returned with a strange blue flute-an ocarina. "You're lucky; although the injury to your body is real, you didn't actually commit suicide. Your imagined desire to caused you to injure your soul, and the injury manifested itself physically on your body. I couldn't heal a bodily injury, but healing souls is sort of a specialty of mine."

"So...You're going to heal my soul using a flute?"

"The Ocarina of Time isn't a normal instrument, nor is the melody that heals troubled spirits a normal song," the blond raised the ocarina to his lips, closing his eyes as he muttered softly, "Let the 'Song of Healing' cleanse your soul and bring peace and clarity to your mind, Pit."

'Wait a...Did he just call me...Pit?'

Before Pit could take the time to ponder any of what the blond had said, he found all of his attention diverted to the blond as he raised the ocarina to his lips, gently playing a slow, sad, lovely piece that seemed to seep through Pit's skin and bury itself deep within his heart. He watched, entranced, as the blond's fingers glided skillfully over the holes of the ocarina, not once having to open his eyes to see what he was doing. His concentration rested solely on the moving piece that would, supposedly, heal Pit's soul and restore his memories.

Sure enough, as the song played out, Pit's mind slowly filled in the missing pieces of his memory, and he began to remember what had happened. He was Pit, Captain of Palutena's Army. He'd entered a realm infested with evil in the hopes of saving his best friend, but instead he'd fallen victim to a trap set by some insane grave digger...

...However, as memories of his life returned, the few memories he had collected from speaking with the blond vanished, just as he had said. Pit suddenly found himself lying prone and helpless in an unfamiliar room, a strange tingle running over his skin as his mysterious wounds, much to his surprise, seemed to heal themselves. It was while looking down at these wounds when he finally had the strength to sit up that he realized that he was dressed in strange armor not so different from Marth's rather than what was left of his clothes since donating his toga to Toon Link, and...there was someone else in the room with him, playing what sounded-at least to Pit's musically trained ears-like either a piccolo or an ocarina. Pit turned to look at the obviously gifted musician...

...And his blood ran cold almost instantly at the sight of the man he easily recognized to be the very man he was risking everything to save. Some of his features seemed a little off, but there was no mistaking it was him.

"Link..." At the sound of his own name, Link stopped playing, slowly opening his eyes and turning them to the bewildered angel. Pit couldn't even begin to describe the relief that washed over him when he realized for the first time that Link's eyes were blue instead of red. It was Link. In spite of everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours, Link was somehow with him and back to normal. Pit knew this situation probably wasn't real, but that didn't stop him from wanting to jump to his feet and glomp the long eared blond to the ground.

A large smile spread over Pit's face as he began to stand, but a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest knocked him back down. Pit put a hand to his chest and discovered he was still wounded from his attempted suicide; though the injury was mostly healed, it was still bleeding profusely, as the blood smeared across Pit's hand and clothes more than proved.

"I'm sorry," Link muttered, staring down at the ocarina. "I couldn't completely heal you. There's something troubling you besides the idea that you were too late to save me. You want to suffer for it, so your mind refused to let you heal... It was Palutena's orders to kill me in the final battle, wasn't it?" Link looked to Pit for confirmation, which the angel hesitantly gave with a weak nod. Much to the angel's surprise-and confusion-Link smiled and said, "Don't let it bother you. Palutena knows what she's doing. Actually, she expected something bad to happen to you as soon as you got here. She even warned you in advance."

Now Pit was really confused. What was Link talking about? More importantly, how did he know about Pit's conversation with Palutena?

Unfortunately for Pit, he never got a chance to ask; without warning, the room faded away, leaving the two heroes in a black void. While Pit looked around at their new surroundings, obviously alarmed, Link calmly said, "It won't be much longer before you return to the real world and have to face the Creature."

"The Creature?"

"That robed man who tricked you into killing yourself. He's actually a shape shifter with no face of his own."

"Yeah...I saw that when he looked at me."

"That's actually not true. He wasn't just the grave keeper you saw, although that is what he looks like when he isn't transformed. Most of that graveyard was really him. He's one of Ganondorf's most powerful minions, so it's safe to say he'll want to finish the job when he realizes you're still alive. If you were at full strength, it'd be hard to say which of you would win, but..."

"As long as I'm injured, he'll have the advantage, right?"

"Unfortunately, and even if you do somehow win, there'll be guards waiting to capture you and throw you in Ganondorf's prison with the rest of your friends."

"So I'll either die or be captured. No matter what, I won't win."

"At least if you're alive, you can still carry out your mission. Link isn't dead yet, but he's getting weaker. I'd say he has about four hours left before Diabolus Angelus has full control of his body. You're the only one who can save him. If you survive, you'll have a few hours to find a way to reach him and do what needs to be done. You're a tough kid, Pit. I'm sure you'll be able to do it."

Okay...Now Pit was definitely confused. Either Link had suddenly decided he wanted to refer to himself in the third person...or this wasn't really Link. Without thinking, the angel blurted out, "Who are you, really?"

It only served to confuse Pit more that Link simply smiled, his eyes revealing that there was more to the answer to Pit's question than the angel could ever imagine. "You'll see..." Before Pit could question Link's ambiguous answer, the green wearing hero lifted the ocarina for Pit to see and said, with the same calmness he'd consistently displayed since Pit had come back to his senses, "It's time. I'll play the 'Song of Healing' to help bridge the gap between your spirit here and your body back in the Evil Realm. When you wake up, take off your shirt and use it to staunch the bleeding, then take a good look around you. As long as you can hear the song, you should be able to see through the Creature's illusion. Use that time to land your first blow before the Creature transforms. After that, it's up to fate whether you live or die." Link grabbed Pit's wrist, carefully pulling the angel to his feet to avoid agitating his wound. Pit couldn't help but notice that, if nothing else, Link was real in this imaginary world; as Pit's fingers wrapped around Link's wrist, he felt the hero's pulse throbbing in his veins.

It gave Pit hope that maybe this was the real Link.

Pit was suddenly aware that Link had let go of him and put the ocarina to his lips, their eyes briefly meeting before Link closed his eyes and once again played the 'Song of Healing.' Again, Pit felt the song strike something deep within his heart as Link continued to play, only this time, rather than healing his wounds, the song conjured up a ring of bright, golden light around Pit that slowly encased his body. The angel could see, through the light, that Link was slowly fading into the darkness, his song becoming gradually softer as less of him became visible. Finally, just as Link completely disappeared, a bright flash of light appeared in his place, swallowing up the angel and blinding him until he was completely surrounded.

When he could see again, Pit realized that he was back in the Evil Realm, floating over his lifeless body and the Creature, who was still laughing maniacally as he stood over his victim. Pit flew down to his body, recoiling slightly when he saw just how much blood he had lost and was still losing. His real injury was much worse than it had appeared when he was with Link. He was in for the fight of his life...and he truly doubted he would live up to Link's expectations and actually win. All the same, Pit closed his eyes, letting himself be carried back to his body by the faintly echoing notes of the 'Song of Healing.' Through his eyelids Pit could see another bright flash of light engulf him, and, just as he felt himself coming around, he heard, somewhere in the back of his mind, Link's voice, "Oh, yeah. One more thing: When you fight the Creature, try to remember your fight with Link during the Subspace Emissary. You know better than anyone how effective his attacks were against yours." The light faded to black as one final, quiet whisper met Pit's ears, "I'll see you soon...Roy."

While Pit's senses had all left him slowly and separately when he died, they all came back all too quickly when he was revived. There was only a split second of peace before Pit was suddenly bombarded by all five of his senses at once; the laughter of the Creature, which was already shrill on its own, sounded like a Banshee's screams as it filled Pit's previously deaf ears; the sky above, which everyone had thought was dark before, shone as brightly as the sun in Pit's previously blind eyes, causing him to squeeze his eyes closed as soon as he could move his eyelids; the strong stench of blood and vomit filled Pit's nose, which brought his sense of taste back into being as bile burned at the back of his throat; but worse than all of the other senses combined was the return of Pit's sense of touch. The pain burning in his eyes, the throbbing of his eardrums, the dizziness of blood loss, and the bone-chilling coldness seeping through Pit's clothes struck the angel like lightning, but feeling these different pains was nothing compared to the feeling in his chest.

Pit wondered if Link's playing of the 'Song of Healing' had really done anything for him in the real world; The wound was deep, and, while it had luckily missed the angel's heart, the sword had taken out plenty of the tissue surrounding it as it punctured his left lung. Oh, and speaking of the sword... It was still in there, and, imaginary or not, it burned like hell. And, adding to the pain the injury was already causing Pit, the wound was becoming infected. It had only been a few minutes in the real world since Pit's death, but this was enough time for bacteria to settle into the wound, causing his already painful injury to fester.

So, there the angel was lying, undetected by his enemy, in a motionless heap on the ground, in so much pain that he couldn't even find the strength to lift his head and see the truth Link had wanted him to look at, much less actually bandage his wound and attack the Creature. The only thing that kept the angel from letting himself die again was the soft hum of the 'Song of Healing' and the strange effect it still held over his heart- that warm feeling in his chest. It occurred to Pit that the feeling was most likely the song's mysterious powers trying to heal him, and that, just as Link had said, it was his own troubled thoughts keeping the song's powers from taking full effect. Not that the sword was really helping things.

Against his better judgement, Pit opened his eyes again, trying to ignore the painful brightness that struck him from every which way, and looked down at the sword protruding from his chest. He assumed it would be the sword that he'd seen briefly while he was talking to Link, the same sword he'd used to kill himself in his nightmare that same morning.

He assumed wrong.

Pit sucked in a deep breath as he stared, wide-eyed, at the Master Sword. He'd killed himself with his best friend's sword. Somehow, the Creature must have drawn it from Pit's back as he created the illusion that Link was lying in that coffin, then used his powers to make it appear to be the sword from Pit's nightmare. But Toon Link had said the Master Sword was a sacred blade that repelled evil, right? Then again, only someone who could balance all three pieces of the Triforce and was destined to become the Savior of Hyrule was supposed to be able to wield it, and if there was one thing Pit knew for sure about himself anymore, it was that he was definitely not the Savior of Hyrule.

While Pit stared at the sword, obviously perturbed by this horrifying sight, he didn't realize that the Creature had heard him suck in that breath and turned to see the angel, whom he was sure he'd taken care of, very much alive, though gravely injured. It wasn't until Pit felt a hard kick to his side that knocked him onto his back that he realized he'd been discovered, getting another disturbing look into the Creature's missing face as he bent over the angel. Pit was sure if he had a face, he'd look pissed.

"You..." the Creature spat, driving his foot down onto Pit's chest, dirt getting into the wound and agitating it worse. Pit grimaced in pain, "How the hell are you alive? I saw you kill yourself! Lots of blood everywhere! The smell of death! How the hell did you survive?" Pit wanted to come up with some witty remark, but before he could say anything, the Creature grabbed the hilt of the Master Sword, causing it to slide around in Pit's body just enough to cause some serious damage-and cause Pit to scream out in agony. "M'Lady would be very upset to discover that the only one capable of standing up to her had escaped! Very upset, indeed! It's nothing against you, little angel, but you must die so M'Lady will be pleased with me!" The Creature thrust the sword further into Pit's body until the blade itself was stuck in the ground and just the guard and hilt remained outside of Pit's body. The angel screamed again, blood trickling slowly from out of his mouth as more blood pooled on the ground around him. Somehow, Pit found enough strength to raise his hands and wrap them around the hilt, futiley trying to lift it out of his body and save himself. However, it was what little strength Pit still possessed against the full power of the Creature, and, needless to say, Pit was unable to move the sword.

'"The h eft of a weapon is not always dependent on physical heaviness. Each kill you make, the burden of the responsibilities you take upon wielding the weapon, these determine the weight you must carry into battle. Remember, you are merely borrowing these weapons. The first time Link wielded these weapons, he knew they would be his responsibility for the rest of his life, along with every kill he would make with them. Each time Link hefted these weapons, each time Link was forced to fight with these weapons; imagine the weight these weapons must have put on him everytime he went into battle."' Suddenly, Ike's words made a lot more sense, although the weight of being pinned to the ground with the weapon didn't quite compare to the weight of responsibility. Pit couldn't help but smile as he felt the same surge of warmth that had engulfed him the first time he'd died. He'd lost...Link was going to die...his friends would either be enslaved or killed...but at least his suffering was ending again...

However, much to Pit's great displeasure, just as Pit surrendered to the darkness, he felt something grab him and keep him from losing consciousness:the 'Song of Healing.' Continuing to echo in his head, the song prevented Pit from dying as it slowly healed his wounds and kept him alive like life support. The feeling was so painful it made Pit want to cry.

"Link...Are you still playing that dumb song? I lost...Give it up...Please...There was no battle...I didn't even make it to the part where I use my stupid, shitty shirt to bandage myself...Link...Please...Stop..." Pit cried out weakly, sobs wracking his weak frame as the song continued without even so much as a pause. "Link...Please...It hurts...so much..."

"Link? What craziness has possessed you? Link is not here!" The Creature said, almost laughing at the absurdity of Pit's pleas for help. "Link is possessed by M'Lady! Yep, yep! And pretty soon, Link will be no more forever...just like you!" The Creature laughed, but Pit was more focused on his words than his actions. Link was going to die? But Link had promised him that they'd see each other again...He was going to explain why he'd referred to himself as if he were a Link separate from the Link that Pit knew...He was going to explain why he'd called Pit...

'"I'll see you soon...Roy."'

And Pit sure as hell wasn't going to let either Link or himself die before he found out why Link had appeared to him looking exactly as he had in his nightmare.

Pit was brought back to himself when he heard the Creature shriek, letting go of the Master Sword and backing away in absolute terror. Not wasting a precious second on figuring out what had frightened the monster, Pit put all of his strength into pulling the Master Sword out of his body, somehow succeeding and thus bringing to light what had startled the Creature; the Master Sword was glowing just as it had when Link had used it to free Nana from Diabolus Angelus, as well as when Diabolus Angelus had tried to use it to kill Pit, only for it to reject her.

Its power to repel evil had returned, though Pit could only guess how.

Using the sword like a crutch, the angel slowly lifted himself to his feet, his stamina slowly improving thanks to the 'Song of Healing.' His blue, pain filled eyes lifted to look around as Link had instructed, and he realized for the first time just how powerful the Creature's magic was; the entire graveyard, save for the tombstone meant for "Link" and the coffin containing the fake's body, was gone. In fact, the entire area looked exactly as it had when the Smashers had first stumbled upon it- a vast, empty wasteland. Speaking of the Smashers, as Pit looked around, he saw strange women with dark brown hair, blood red eyes, and black clothes dragging their unconscious bodies away one by one. It seemed they'd been tricked similarly to Pit...Only they- at least from a distance- appeared to be alive. Pit wanted to run to their aid, but he knew that in his condition there was little chance that he'd be able to save all of them...and he knew, thanks to Link, that they were being taken to the dungeon, just as he would be if he won his battle against the Creature.

If he won.

Pit sighed as he listened for a moment to the song still playing in his head before he finally chose to complete the rest of Link's instructions: lifting his shirt up over his head, Pit began to carefully wrap it around his chest as a makeshift bandage. Unable to get his hands to stop shaking long enough to tie its ends into a knot, Pit instead opted to use his belt to hold the shirt to his body. He only hoped it would stay put during the battle.

"You...You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" The Creature said, finally recovered from his own shock at being repelled by the Master Sword. "I don't know how you're still alive...but rest assured, you won't be that way for long!" The Creature laughed as his body slowly began changing shape, Pit recoiling as he saw the Creature transform. As the angel looked on, fascinated yet horrified, he realized that the Creature was now about his height, with messy hair covering his head, a dual-bladed polearm held in his right hand, two...gold rings around his arm, two...wings...

It was like looking in a mirror...a dark, evil, scary mirror. The Creature had transformed into what was essentially an evil Pit with darker hair, red eyes, black clothes, and black wings. Even more disturbing, however, was the fact that he was holding Palutena's Bow, Pit's original weapon, in his hand, as evidenced by the fact that he was able to split it into two daggers as Pit had when he was its wielder. The Creature smirked as he saw the dumbstruck look on Pit's face.

"What's wrong? Are you surprised? Come on, Pit. If you know yourself as well as I know you, it should be no problem defeating me. I'll even give you the first move," The Creature's smile widened as Pit shakily drew the Master Sword and Hylian Shield, but his smile deteriorated when Pit charged at him, his poor condition barely affecting his fighting skills. Pit was almost to the Creature when, suddenly, unexpectedly, the 'Song of Healing' completely stopped, and what strength it had given Pit fled his body. The world seemed to spin as the illusion fell over Pit's eyes once again, dizzying him enough that he closed his eyes to stop the nausea. "Is that all you've got? Pathetic! This is how the angel Pit should charge into battle!"

The Creature let loose a terrifying battle cry, causing Pit to glance up just in time to see his evil double charging toward him with the dagger version of Palutena's Bow raised.

Pit prepared for the worst, sure now that this was the end.

To Be Continued!

Yo, yo, yo, this is Flock o' Seagulls here to tell you that I...don't own Smash Bros. and plan to make no money off of this story. ^_^

Phew, that was a long one! The longest yet with 32.3 KB on my computer, and for a good reason; it took me a long time to figure out how to bring Pit back to life so that it would fit with the story. Then I debated for a long time on whether I wanted to go with the idea I had...then...I ended up not having the big fight scene I promised in the A/N last chapter... My deepest apologies if you were looking forward to it! It's in the next chapter, I swear! But on the bright side, I kept one promise I made; this chapter came through faster than the last one did. The last chapter took at least five months for me to complete...this one took four months and twenty-eight days to write, so I have at least two days to spare. Yay! Man, I rock! Just kidding!

Ah, but poor Pit. First I take away his best friend, then I put him under all kinds of stress, then I kill him, then I revive him only to torture him into wanting to die again, and by the looks of the ending, Pit is going to die again... My poor, wittle Bunny Honey! It's even worse since I was listening to upbeat music while I tortured him. Ah, how I love Hatsune Miku's song 'Melt', but now Pit probably has PTSD and has a panic attack whenever he hears it.T_T

(Pit is driving down the road in his Hyundai Sonata with Link, Zelda, and Toon Link. Suddenly 'Melt' comes on the radio and Pit screams in terror, curling into a ball and crying. He almost drives off the road, but Link quickly grabs the wheel from him and diverts the car from any danger. As Link pulls them off the road safely to trade places with Pit, Zelda rubs Pit's back soothingly. Link turns off the radio and pats Pit's shoulder comfortingly as he drives. Toon Link...sleeps through the whole thing, looking absolutely adorable.)

Okay, I've ranted long enough; it's time for Review Replies! Oh, and...thanks to everyone who wished me encouragement when Gage broke up with me. It really helped. So did blowing up a simulant of him on Perfect Dark and deleting all his save files on my Wii, GCN, and N64, but you guys helped get me back on my feet. Thanks! ^_^

Sapphire Drakon: Yes, a fellow sadist! Ah, I love torturing any guy named Link, and Toonie just kind of made for an easy victim. Unfortunately, I think I'll lay off of him for now; I feel kind of guilty, torturing a twelve year old boy. Besides, Pit is still prime real estate. Mwa ha ha! XD You say Chapter 10 wasn't that bloody? Well...I actually agree. My original idea was what got that little disclaimer at the beginning; when Pit opened the coffin originally, Link was going to be much more decomposed...and there were going to be...er...baby flies, if you catch my drift, but then I realized I'd said there was no life in the Evil Realm, so I scrapped that idea. But this chapter, I think, turned out pretty gory, especially at the end.

LinkWarriorInGreen: Oh my gosh! I seriously rewatched Pocahontas when you said that! I was thinking "Hmm...I know they sang a song about digging...but...it wasn't the song from the Minish Cap manga...was it?" So, yeah, I investigated, just for Actually, the settlers in the movie were singing "Dig... and dig... and dig... and diggity dig," which matched up to the end of the Minish song, so I'm glad you pointed that out to me. Wah, I'm sorry I killed off three of your top ten! But...you know...there's still hope they'll find a way into the story... Oh, and I have to compliment your name/avatar! Link is my favorite male character of all time (or, at least, part of a tie with Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon), and in your avatar he's turned just right so that he's looking right at me...Ah! *faints*

Shimmerleaf: Why thank you! I certainly hope you enjoyed this (extra long) chapter, too!

Captain Black Knight: Wah! Your name is so far down the list! I was worried for a while that you weren't going to review! But you did and that made me very happy! Anyways...Ahh, you have a new boyfriend? Well, not exactly new now, but...I hope you two are still together! If you are, Flock sends you her best. I suppose having a boyfriend clears your name from being Gage, but then again, I always suspected him of being in the closet...and he knew it! No, no, just kidding! I don't suspect you at all! It'd be pretty weird if you were him, though; to think I met my first love through writing fanfiction two years before I met him in real life...^_^ Oh man, I made you cry twice? I feel awful now...At least Link isn't really dead, right? That still doesn't do much for Snake and Samus, though... Now, onto the matter of my cliffhanger...Ha ha! I'm sorry! I sort of reverted back to my old writing style there; I used to write fanfiction exclusively for my best friend to read, and I'd always end at a bad spot to make her mad. I guess I didn't grow out of that. But, hey, most of those questions were answered, and it's obvious now that the story is most definitely not over, so I hope you can forgive me for my bad pre-teen habit. ^_^

EggplantWitch: Who do you think the aid is? Please, tell me! I'll cry if I look forward to cookies only to get nothing. Well...I'd cry more if it was cookie dough being offered but... Hmm...I should change one of the genres to "angst" or "horror?" I've been considering it for a while now, and I'm leaning more toward "angst," but I'd like to hear your thoughts on it.

cleo01: Done! Did you like the latest chapter? XD

...And done! Okay, so next is Chapter 12, which, maybe if I'm lucky will take me four months and twenty-six days to write! The pressure's on to see how long the next chapter takes! BTW...Does anyone care to guess at who the aid to Pit is? I'll give you one hint: It's a Smasher. There's nothing really at risk; I'm just curious to see what the guesses are, so, if you please, add somewhere in a review "Dear Flock, I think the aid is..." Well, maybe not like that, exactly, but you get what I'm saying, right?

Well, R&R! Next stop, Chapter 12!