CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
He Is Not Strong Enough
"This is all my fault…" Marcus cried. "I never should have brought her here…and now she's gone because of me!"
He had lamented enough within moments of her passing, but holding her like this and knowing that she was dead after he had tried so hard and came so far…not only was it devastating, but more disappointing than anything else in the world. He'd killed monsters, seen his friends suffer, climbed through a mountain and withstood horrible injuries…and it had all been for nothing. The woman he loved was gone...forever.
This realization alone stung Marcus enough, but then Kursed's voice rang out in his head to add dreadful insult to dreadful injury.
"Oh, boo hoo. This is why you're weak, Marcus. You act like she's so special when dozens…hell, HUNDREDS of people die every single day…or was she just the only one out of those who mattered? Because she was with you? Like the universe revolves around you? You brought her into this mess, so I thought it would be fitting if you'd be the one to take her out of it."
He said nothing and simply continued to cradle Coyote's corpse.
"In any case, I have to thank you. You gave me a damn good pre-show, but now it's time for the feature presentation."
The gate separating the pool from the summit slid out of sight. The road to Kursed was now open.
"I'm getting hungry, Marcus…don't keep me waiting any longer."
The voice faded away, leaving Marcus all on his own again. He didn't feel any fear nor any sadness now. All he felt was pure rage. He shut his eyes as his blood pressure steadily began to rise. Once his anger had reached its peak, his eyes shot open, revealing them to have turned red.
"Feature presentation…I'll show you a feature presentation that you'll never forget."
He took once last look at Coyote's body. At least he could take some comfort that she was where Kursed couldn't hurt her now, though it still hurt to know that she was no longer with him and still gave him a reason to take this monster head on.
"Coyote…I swear on my life that I'll avenge you."
Marcus laid her down in the water and stood. Unsheathing his staff, he took a few steps toward the path and then broke into a full-on sprint. His rage had completely consumed him, and just like Coyote had done, he was no longer thinking logically. He didn't care if Kursed was as strong as the Cerinians had foolishly made her. He wanted to hurt her for what she had done to him.
A massive gap in front of Marcus was easily cleared with a spectacular long jump that didn't hinder his speed for even a moment. A protruding stalagmite in front of him was easily destroyed when he smashed his fist through it. His anger had become his strength, but that didn't keep him from subconsciously questioning his actions. How did being angry make him this strong? Would it be enough to take her down?
He didn't know and he didn't care. She would pay. That was all there was to it.
He felt his lungs aching in his chest as he began breathing so heavily that he sounded almost like a feral animal. But he couldn't stop…he WOULDN'T stop. Kursed had to die. She had crossed the line…not that she hadn't numerous times already but if she was beyond redemption before, now she was set back even further if that was possible.
There lay only one more obstacle between Marcus and the summit: a large wall. With no effort at all, he activated his staff's Rocket Boost and shot up to the top, landing perfectly on the ground. The sky in this region of the mountain was roughly the same as it had been before, but flecks of lightning surged between the stars everyone few seconds though no thunder followed it. The clouds that were a brilliant white were now a dark purple. The only thing that was missing was Kursed herself.
Marcus' eyes darted all over. The summit was just a flat rock surface, so there was no possible way he could have missed her.
"Where are you, dammit?!" he growled. "Come out here right now and face me like you've got a spine!"
Then her voice echoed through the air, no longer in Marcus' head.
"So you've come, dear Marcus."
Marcus turned his head, and there she stood. Over six feet in height, billowing violet hair, a leather two-piece outfit that barely covered her up, blood red eyes, and a sickening grin that made him want to tear it right off and put it back on upside-down. The grin turned into a smirk when Marcus simply crouched into a fighting stance.
"Just like that?" Kursed mocked. "You don't want to talk smack to me like you do with every other foe you encounter?"
"I don't want to hear it…I'm going to kill you."
"Really, now? Sounds lovely. Why don't you tell me more?"
Marcus tensed his grip on his staff and gritted his teeth so hard that he could swear one of them cracked.
"You…you made her into your pawn when she did absolutely nothing to hurt you."
"You could see as a sort of reward when you look at it from my perspective."
"How the fuck is raping her and turning her into a mindless beast a reward, you thundercunt?!"
"Yeesh, you sure like to use that word, don't you? But think about it: there was a time when she considered me to be an idol of hers. I simply returned the favour by giving her such unspeakable power."
"Why are you doing this to me...if you wanted my soul, why not just get me in my sleep?!"
"What, and ruin the fun of watching you suffer like the little prick you are?"
Marcus growled in an enraged tone and slammed his staff down. Before he even knew what had happened, Kursed had gracefully flipped over his head and kicked him to the ground. He got up immediately, though did nothing more than point his staff at her to keep her at bay.
"In all honesty, though," she continued. "I was doing something as simple as eliminating a problem."
"A problem?!"
"Yes. With her gone, now you'll fight twice as hard. Twice the pride, double the fall as they say."
"You'll be the one that falls today. I've still got my whole life ahead of me."
"So did Coyote, but you put a stop to that, didn't you?"
"Shut up…"
"You had her right there begging for death and you gave it to her. Tell me: how does that feel?"
"Shut up!"
"You killed her, Marcus. You killed the girl you loved…the girl you wanted to spend the rest of your life with."
"SHUT UP!"
Marcus rushed forward with a savage roundhouse kick, with Kursed simply grabbing his foot and flipping him head-over-heels with barely any effort. Marcus landed on his feet and prepared his staff yet again.
"So it's to be a path bathed in blood…" Kursed said salaciously. "I like that."
With a twirl of her hands, bladed chains sprouted from her wrists and she whipped them through the air in a seductive dance before holding out her hand.
"Now come, Marcus! Show me the madness that lies within you!"
"I won't show you madness, bitch! I'LL SHOW YOU IN-FUCKIN'-SANITY!
"Funny. I always thought madness and insanity were the same thing."
Marcus roared and ran straight at her even though his better judgment would have told him to wait for her to make the first move. He was far too angry to listen to that now. He was following the old family motto. He trusted his instincts, not his head, and that sadly seemed to be a bad idea when he stabbed and missed. The result was a chain wrapping around his arm and digging its blades into his skin. Blood began pouring out of his arm and he had to try his best not to scream. He couldn't give her the satisfaction of his pain…at least, he thought that until he felt the blades dig deeper, practically puncturing his muscles. He shrieked and Kursed gave a smirk of delight.
"Oh, does it hurt? We're just getting started!" she chuckled, swinging the chain like a whip and slamming Marcus into the ground. "But nonetheless, go ahead if you wish. Scream. Scream louder than you've ever screamed before."
Marcus could swear that the ribs that had been horribly cracked by Malice and Coyote had just splintered. This whole mission had just been a giant endurance match…and he knew deep down in his heart that he was losing. The second he started to pick himself up, Kursed roundhouse-kicked the side of his head and sent him sprawling over again. He rolled to his feet and spat out the small trickle of blood that had leaked into his mouth, only then realizing that there was a huge gash on his forehead. Malice and Coyote had just softened him up. Now Kursed was going to tear him apart!
"Oh, my." she said. "You look tired. I have an idea for you."
In what seemed like a split second, she was standing in front of him with wide and crazed eyes as well as a toothy smile that seemed far too big for her face.
"Go to sleep!" she whispered in a very menacing tone.
Marcus took this oppourtunity took bring his fist up and punch her square in the face, but she didn't even react to it. In fact, he began to feel a pinch on his knuckle before it quickly turned into horrid pain. He yelped and pulled his hand back, letting Kursed's tooth drag along and make the bite she had inflicted on him even worse. She licked her lips, letting his blood soak onto her tongue.
"Mmm…delicious. I wonder how the rest of you will taste."
Marcus panted for a brief moment before flaring his nostrils.
"Come and get it, then."
"Of course. Couldn't have it any other way."
Despite his lovelorn rage, Marcus kept his head and waited for Kursed to make a move rather than rush headlong at her and risk being severely injured (not that he wasn't already). Much to his dismay and growing irritation, she didn't move. She simply stood there smirking away.
"What's wrong, darling? Come. Hit me as hard as you can."
Marcus said nothing.
"You still didn't answer my question." Kursed said. "What was it like to bring dear little Coyote's life to an end? Did she cry? Lord knows YOU did."
He didn't need to be reminded. It had happened only minutes ago. He should have been crying right at that very moment, but he couldn't show that kind of weakness to her. Screaming in front of her was one thing, but crying in front of her was quite another.
"What a shame. You two made such a cute couple…but wouldn't you think she'd be better off living…maybe with someone who could handle who she really was, like Malice."
"How dare you! That wasn't even close to the kind of person she was! You don't know her, you don't know me…hell, you don't even know yourself!"
The anger had taken over Marcus again and he found himself lunging at her full force, slamming his staff down and quaking the ground. Kursed had jumped just in time and landed on Marcus' back, pressing him down with her feet.
"I must know myself enough to pull off a stunt like that, eh?"
She seized Marcus' collarbone and threw him in front of her. He landed on his feet, and the two began to clash. Marcus swung with his staff, resulting in Kursed gripping an end of one chain and pulling it to tighten it. Upon blocking it, she wrapped the chain around the staff and dragged him toward her. He resisted to the best of his ability, but found himself in her embrace…wait, "embrace"?
"Oh, shit!" Marcus thought in panic.
"'Oh, shit', indeed." Kursed chuckled before beginning to squeeze. "Not to worry, Marcus. This is gonna feel good…for me, anyway."
It certainly didn't work wonders for Marcus as he began to feel his ribs crack even more and the air steadily being forced out of his lungs. He rasped for breath and thrashed all about, but Kursed had nothing less than an embrace of steel. Thankfully, Marcus found a flaw in it before any more damage could be done. He slammed his head against Kursed's face, forcing her to loosen her grip and reel backward long enough for Marcus to get loose. Not that it was too surprising, but Kursed began to laugh once this had happened.
"So violent…how delightful."
Marcus had instantly regretted headbutting her, because now his forehead smarted badly. No matter how hard he struck or tried to strike Kursed, it seemed he was just doing more damage to himself. His breathing was starting to grow incredibly strained and it began to sound as though he were panicking…probably because he was. Was there nothing that could hurt this woman?
He flipped backward when she slashed her two chains at him, then took both his weapons in hand and let fly with several rounds of bullets and fireballs. With barely any effort, Kursed contorted into nearly impossible shapes to avoid the projectiles before sending a chain shooting forward, hitting Marcus' chest like a hammer and finally causing part of one of Marcus' ribs to snap. He let out a single pained cry and meekly got to his feet. Now it hurt him to even breathe because every time he did, the broken rib prodded his lung. What didn't help was that this was the area Kursed aimed for with nearly every strike before finally palm-striking Marcus' temple. He screamed again.
The pain was almost unbearable as he fell to the ground yet again. Why couldn't he hurt her? He had been trained by the best teacher he could have ever gotten, he was absolutely fuelled by rage, and he knew that the whole galaxy as well as his own life hung by a steadily breaking thread, and so it begged the question: why was nothing he tried working?
…could it be that…he just wasn't strong enough?
"What's wrong?" Kursed mocked. "I thought we were fighting!"
She seized Marcus by his throat, lifted him high into the air and flung him away from her like a javelin. He spun around in mid-air to make sure he didn't land on his all-but-crushed chest, but it didn't serve to make the impact any less painful. Upon attempting to get up, all that happened was Kursed's fist connecting with the side of his face and sending him sprawling backwards.
"She's dead, Marcus! You killed her! Doesn't that make you want to try at least a little harder?!"
He couldn't try harder. The reason? She wouldn't let him rest long enough to get up, and just when it looked like he was finally about to get back to his feet, she shoved him down with her foot and stomped on his stomach for good measure. For one final attempt at an offensive, Marcus weakly pointed the staff at Kursed's head and prepared to let loose with the Hyper Beam, only for her to rip it out of his hands and toss it aside. He tried the same attempt with the pistol, only for the barrel to give a hollow click and signal he was out of ammo. Worst of all, he had no strength to get up and continue fighting with his fists. He was beaten, scarred, and covered in blood, sweat, and most of all tears.
"I can't…I'm not gonna lose to you…"
"Too bad, Marky boy." Kursed said with a salacious grin. "You lost the second you set foot on this planet."
"I…I promised her…I'd avenge her…you made me kill her."
"I didn't make you do anything. You could have simply left her to live out her life as the animal within her, but no. You just had to put a bullet in her guts, didn't you? Way to shoot her straight to Hell, sweetie. You truly are a hero."
"You tortured her…you made her beg for death…you monster."
Kursed sighed and crouched down in front of Marcus. There was no aggression in her gaze. She simply stared at him sternly. There was no sign of the sadistic and playful attitude she usually carried.
"Do you know what the definition of 'monster' is to the people of this planet, Marcus?"
Marcus said nothing. He was too weak to say anything. All he could do was sit back and listen to what she was about to say.
"According to them, a monster is something or someone that was born unlike all of the other little children, and because I had a soul but not a body when I was young, I was considered a monster. Because I had to leech off of dear little Krystal in order to stay alive…I was just living with how I was born, but did they know that or see that I was suffering? No. They didn't care. They looked down on me…called me a monster…and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, my own mother and father sacrificed their lives just to keep me sealed away. All I could wonder was why. I didn't do anything wrong, so why seal me away? Why not give me my own body so I wouldn't have to leech of my little bitch of a sister for twenty-two fucking years just to make one myself?"
Kursed stood up and looked down at the landscape of Cerinia far below. She frowned.
"So you see, Marcus, I not only hate you…but I hate them, too….I hate everyone. No one was there for me when I needed them, but they'd all gladly flock to Krystal's side because she got a body and I didn't. It was never for power…it was for revenge against all of them…I'm going to take back that little piece of me that you have within you, and then…I'll kill them all and anyone who gets in my way!"
"My team…won't let you…" Marcus wheezed. "You won't kill these people if the rest of Lylat has anything to say about it."
Kursed smirked and then burst into maniacal laughter as though the word had tickled her. She turned back towards him.
"The rest of Lylat? You mean the warmongers that destroyed nations and killed millions of people? The violent scumbags that you've been fighting to protect for the past nine years? I'm eliminating a problem, and thanks to Krystal's gracious offering of the Aparoid Queen's power, I can have my darling bugs wipe them all out."
"With what…the beacons are all gone."
"Are you sure? Why would the other beacons lead here to Cerinia? They couldn't just be leading to me. You didn't stop to think for one second that there might be just one more?"
He hadn't, and thus a feeling of total dread came over Marcus. She had the army to destroy every civilization in the Lylat System starting with her own…now all she needed was the power to lead them.
"Enough talk." Kursed said conclusively, leering down at Marcus with another salacious and revolting smile. "It's time we got straight to the fulfilling of your only decent purpose."
Right away, one of the other visions Marcus had received from the beacons came surging back, and he became afraid of her all over again. He began scrambling away to the best of his ability before he suddenly found the chains from Kursed's wrists surge out of the ground and pin him down. He could do nothing as she got down on all fours like a wild animal, even sounding and looking like one with her feral snarling and voracious expression. When she was within the proper range, she released herself and flattened Marcus against the ground with her body, their faces now only inches apart.
And she said the words that set off the scene Marcus had witnessed.
"How ironic…you're brought down by exactly what you wanted from her…a loving kiss."
"No…no, don't! Stop!"
"Too late…twenty years too late."
Her smile became almost loving, and with that notion, she closed her eyes, planted her lips down on his mouth, and began to inhale. Then came the pain, but this wasn't an ache or even a sharp yet short sting. It was a lasting burn that was surging through his whole body, making for the most painful experience in Marcus' young life. And what did he do?
The only thing he could do: he screamed. No one could hear him with Kursed's gluttonous throat blocking off his airway with almost pleasured groans escaping from her lungs. Everything around Marcus was spinning, and his screams were starting to echo in his ears. The pain steadily got worse and worse to the point where he thought he had cried out "Kill me!".
Then the unexpected happened. Kursed pulled back without finishing the job.
"Don't you dare think I'm sparing you." she whispered as she got to her feet. "I'd just like you to see what you're contributing to."
And then Marcus watched as Kursed's body started changing right in front of him…changing into something horrifying. The white of her eyes faded to black, and her violet hair followed suit. Every single one of her teeth lengthened into gleaming fangs, and her fingernails were now long claws that could scissor someone's throat with ease. She had merely been a nightmare in soul before…now she was every definition of the word.
She looked at Marcus and saw his horrified expression before smiling like he had complimented her.
"Beautiful, isn't it? What just a few little shreds of you can do to make me who I really am…but I want it all. So let me ask this very firmly, sweetie: any last words?"
There came words, but not from him. Kursed turned when she heard footsteps behind her and was surprised to see just who had come to save Marcus.
"Get away from my son, you fucking piece of trash…" growled Krystal before palm-striking Kursed's stomach.
The strike was more powerful than any move Marcus had ever seen from her and sent Kursed flying backward onto her posterior, giving Krystal enough time to get her son loose.
"Mom, she's too strong!" Marcus warned. "You need to…oh, God…"
The pain overtook him and he collapsed. Krystal caught him and gently lowered him down to the ground before pressing her hands to his chest and forehead.
"Heavens above, relinquish his pain!" she said in her native tongue.
And relinquish it did. Marcus felt a strain when the broken rib in his chest steadily reformed with the broken piece, and the lasting burns that Kursed had given him steadily faded away. His body was starting to heal rapidly, but he was still too tired to get up and fight again.
"You have to get help….she's….she's a complete beast."
"You need to rest now, Marcus. Let me handle this."
Krystal left Marcus lying on the ground before turning to the now-standing Kursed, looking more ferocious thanks to her angered expression.
"I wondered when you were going to turn up again, 'sister'." she hissed.
"I won't let you hurt him anymore…this whole thing is my fault. I should have never listened to you all those years ago."
Kursed's fury returned.
"You know what, that's exactly what I thought you'd say. All I wanted to do was help you and be accepted as your sister. That's all I wanted, and what did you say to me?!"
Krystal remembered exactly what she had said: "If I had known there was someone like you lurking inside me, I would have killed myself a long time ago." She knew that was an extreme, but she had meant it…almost.
"Not to mention, do you remember all of the things Sabre said to me? He was a brother to both of us…yet he loved you and not me."
Sabre had probably been Kursed's harshest critic, making it no small wonder why he was the first to be killed when she returned to Cerinia. Her revenge had started with her own brother, and the next phase was her sister.
"None of that matters now." Krystal said solemnly, extending her hand and telekinetically bringing the staff into it.
It felt odd to hold this weapon after being without it for nine years, but she remembered everything she had been through with it. It wouldn't fail her now…it COULDN'T fail her now. Needless to say, Kursed's anger grew when she saw Krystal taking up arms against her.
"And to think I believed we were there for one another." she growled before the chains appeared from her wrists again. "Fine. Draw, 'sister'."
"With pleasure."
With her crazed vengeance and vain trust in her newly restored power fresh in her mind, Kursed made the first move, casting both chains at Krystal's throat. Krystal herself rolled underneath then and quaked the ground, running forward and shooting her leg up at a perfect 90 degree angle to kick Kursed square in the jaw. Much unlike what Marcus had been able to do, this actually knocked Kursed off her feet, though she landed perfectly on her feet regardless of it.
"That was good…for a traitorous bitch."
"Look who's talking…"
They ran at one another and clashed, blocking and countering each other's attacks for minutes on end with neither one seeming to gain the upper hand. They had been born into the same body and they seemed to be negating each other's power despite it making very little sense to Marcus, who was still far too exhausted to get up and try to help. The chains and staff locked into one another and the sisters glared at each other from mere inches away as they struggled to overpower each other.
"You're nothing more than a selfish child, Kursed…you and everyone like you!" Krystal seethed.
"Oh, that's rich. Kursed. Kursed! Mother didn't give me a name so you and the rest of these lowlives came up with a generic and evil-sounding name for me! Just because you had a body and just had to leech off of yours! That sounds fair, right?!"
"It doesn't matter what we thought of you back then! What you are now is a complete abomination!"
"Just because I want compensation for all of the wrongs committed against me? Would anyone come after you with guns blazing if you wanted revenge? Of course not, because the hands of fate gave you a body and made me into THIS!"
Kursed ripped her chains backward and clawed at Krystal's chest, only managing to tear through the shirt she wore without so much as even grazing her body. Underneath, Kursed saw a golden chest piece with white markings all over it. She smirked.
"It's been a while since you've worn that, but what's the point? You're no Cerinian…not anymore." she hissed before the two began exchanging blows yet again.
"No, but I don't need to be. I live a happy life with my husband and child…the sooner you stop trying to interfere with that happiness, the better."
"So it's not for Marcus anymore? It's just for you? Don't you remember how you left them all behind when Andross came to power…and killed them all? Don't you remember the look Sabre gave you when you fled to Sauria like a coward?"
"It was a look of concern. He was the one who told me to flee. He wanted me to live a good and happy life."
"Oh, really?"
Then Krystal began to hear whispers in her head…whispers of someone she knew all too well and would never see again.
"Sister…why?"
"S…Sabre?!"
Her emotions began to get the better of her, though she continued to fight. Nevertheless, it didn't stop the voice of her lost brother beginning to berate her.
"Mother and Father…they only cared about you. What about me? You left here to die while you ran away and continued to live your life like nothing had happened…"
Krystal began to clutch her head in agony. She felt as though her brain was on fire, and it was steadily starting to burn more and more.
"I hate you…I HATE YOU!" Sabre screamed.
"No, Brother!" she cried. "Please don't say that!"
At this point, Marcus had finally regained enough of his strength to stand up and rush headlong at Kursed.
"Leave my mother alone!" he hollered.
He couldn't get any closer before Kursed kneed him in the stomach and pushed him back down.
"I'm saving you for dessert…" she said heartlessly.
She turned back to the now defenseless Krystal who was still clutching her head and begging the non-existent Sabre to have mercy.
"And you…you're the main course!"
"Hey! You!"
Kursed rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"Another visitor. Wonderful. So glad you could join us, Fox."
She turned and found herself looking down the twin barrels of a sawed-off shotgun with its owner's index finger on the trigger.
"One barrel's for Mark….and the other one's for me!" Chase shouted before setting the gun off.
Kursed was blown off her feet by the sheer force alone, and the spreading bullets only added more pain to it. Despite Chase shooting her point-blank in the face with one of his specialized weapons, her head was still intact and showed no signs of injury, though she was certainly irritated.
"Oh, and for the record." Chase said, pointing upward. "Fox is up there."
Sure enough, there was Fox piloting the Arwing II, locked onto Kursed and ready to fire. Kursed herself smirked, with it steadily escalating into maniacal laughter once Marcus had gotten to his feet and calmly talked Krystal out of her delirious state.
"So, Fox, what's the one-liner this time? Nowhere to run?"
"Of course not." Fox shot back. "You'll teleport away in a few seconds and then we'll have to chase you down all over again."
"Good deduction."
She looked back at Marcus in disgust.
"If you and your backup think you can defeat me, I'd certainly like to see you try. I'll be waiting. In the meantime, I'll unleash the swarm on this world and see just how long you can survive. Don't wait for me to get impatient."
And just like that, she disappeared. Fox landed his ship on the ground and rushed to his son's side.
"What were you thinking going up against her all by yourself?" he said solemnly. "You could have been killed!"
"Killed…"
The words resonated in Marcus' mind and he found himself falling to his knees.
"She's…dead…" he said, the tears steadily returning.
"Not yet." Krystal replied. "We still have to…"
"Not Kursed…Coyote."
"What?!"
"She…she begged me to do it…she wanted the pain to stop…I…I killed her!"
Marcus buried his face in his hands and began to silently cry. Fox and Krystal immediately crouched down to comfort him, but how could they? They loved Coyote almost as much as Marcus did. She was the sweetest girl they had ever met and now…she was gone.
"Is what Kursed said true?" Marcus asked meekly. "Is…is Coyote really going to Hell?"
"No." Fox insisted. "Coyote may have done some bad things in her life, but I'll be damned if anybody would ever send her to Hell. People have done things far worse than her and have still ended their lives as heroes."
"But you can't let that keep you from the reality of our situation." Chase said. "That last beacon needs to be taken down. The whole galaxy is at stake."
Marcus needed to take a moment to both pull himself together and try to recover from the shock that Chase had seemed to shrug of Coyote's death. After all, Chase hadn't been the one who climbed through a whole mountain and suffered severe injuries only to have his hopes dashed. Nevertheless, he stood and nodded.
"Yes…let's make sure the next fight is the last."
Thanks for not sending me any death threats for killing off an arguably fan favourite character. It's much appreciated.
On an unrelated note, I have a Wii U and play it online. My Nintendo Network ID is gohkmazack if you'd like to drop me a friend request. Just keep in mind that my brother has an Xbox Live gamertag under the same name, so if you see that name on Xbox 360, it's not me. ONLY on Wii U is it me. As for the games you might run into me on, here's the list:
Ninja Gaiden 3: Razor's Edge
Warriors Orochi 3 Hyper
Tekken Tag Tournament 2
Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate
And I'm just going to say it right now because I know there's some people out there who would wish otherwise, but here you go: Coyote's not coming back...
...yet.
SOUNDTRACK SO FAR
Krystal's nightmare/"Save her..."- "Parabola" by Mer (Originally by Tool)
Marcus versus Coyote (friendly)- "Name of the Game" by the Crystal Method
F-Zero race- "F-Zero Medley" by Entertainment System
Space pirate attack- Space pirate theme from Metroid Prime
Ridley- Ridley's theme from Metroid: Other M
Falcon takes down Ridley- "The Meaning of truth" by Hiro-X
The date- Ilia's theme from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Coyote versus the shadows- "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
The star Lylat- Magmoor Caverns theme from Metroid Prime
Marcus and Fox/Marcus and Chase- "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Fox versus Kursed- "Du Hast" by Rammstein
Marcus and Coyote versus Nightmare- Nightmare's theme from Metroid Fusion (ArcX version)
The Nightstriker- "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath
The death of Commander Dane- "Mad World" by Gary Jules
The prisoners of Kew- Byelomorye Dam from Goldeneye 64
Escape from Sargasso- "Hard to See" by Five Finger Death Punch
Marcus and Wolf versus Master Hand and Crazy Hand- Final Destination from Super Smash Bros. Brawl
To Cerinia- "Laser Cannon Deth Sentence" by Dethklok
Aileen- "Working Class Hero" by Green Day (Originally by John Lennon)
The slaves- "Forgotten Children" by Tokio Hotel
Aileen's sorrow- "Narcissistic Cannibal" by EarlyRise (Originally by Korn and Skrillex)
Marcus and Aileen- "Name" by the Goo Goo Dolls
Aileen versus Aphrodite/Marcus versus Malice- "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage (suggested by ianagainstcliffhangers. Thanks, man!)
The river Styx- "Where the River Flows" by Collective Soul
Marcus versus Coyote (infected)- "Mermaids" by Xandria
Coyote's death- Laura Palmer's theme from Twin Peaks
Marcus versus Kursed- "Magia" by Kalafina
Krystal versus Kursed- "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence