The market place was once one of the most busiest places in the region. It was insanely crowded filled with people that ploughed through everyone, all of them yelling at the top of their lungs. The shopkeepers and stall owners were as stubborn as a brick wall, refusing to let anyone pass until they buy any random junk that they shove into your arms.

There were young kids that played in the streets, old geezers that thrusted cups of delicious tea into your hands as they tell you their entire life story, rich men buying one of their girlfriends gifts fit for a king, homeless people that looked as if they were a punching bag for a god, women that ranged from attractive to the point of parody to ones that can't tell the difference between a hand shake and attempted murder, couples that seemed to be blind to their surroundings, the typical pickpockets that has more stealth than air and so on.

The stores themselves ranged from simple carts to a mini palace, all of them sold everything from fresh produce that looked as if they had been grown there on the spot, clothes that ranged from being so thin that it made you feel as if you were completely naked to clothes so thick that it would be more than enough to survive temperatures below freezing, there were also weapons that ranged from cheap toys to even weapons that claim they have the capability to kill gods, electronic gadgets that were typically cheap knock offs, books that nobody really cares about and so on.

Now the market place was as quiet and as empty as a morgue. The darkness seemed to be smothering it as if determined to suppress any flicker of light and drown out any sound made at all. Not one person was on the street. In fact, Pit doubted that a single rat dared to leave its hole.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The air felt like ice to Pit and it helped keep him awake when he is on patrol. Somewhere deep in his mind he wished he had someone to be with him, however he knew that wasn't possible, and anyway if he can handle god like beings from Iblis to Hades and so on, he can survive anything.

He was standing on top of what used to be a small tea shop that was run by an old man and his son, who made foods that were so good, he knew for a fact that gods like Zeus to even Hades like to visit on occasion. It made Pit miss the old days, when times were simpler, but Mario and Ganondorf changed all of that. And all the chaos that happened after it. For a second his mind wondered what would happen if his younger self had magically got sent here and confronted with his older self. What would he think? What would he say?

Pit shook his head rapidly as if to shake the very thought away. The past was past. He had to focus on the now. He looked down at his bow and arrows. He hadn't been expecting much trouble tonight, so he had gone lightly armed. However, he always took extra precautions, in case of the unexpected.

That was when he heard it, soft footsteps. Looking around him, his eyes narrowed as he tried to scan for the source of the noise. That was when his eyes narrowed upon an ally way that was in-between a small bar and a shop that sold musical instruments. Opening up his wings, Pit flew the short distance between him and the rooftop of the pub, landing on top of it as quietly as a leaf as he looked down to inspect what was going on.

Pit looked down to see a dirty alleyway that was filled with overflowing dumpsters that produced a smell that immediately murdered his nose, trying not to throw up his eyes adjusted to that he can see into the dark alleyway.

There were 5 people in the alleyway, and all of them looked so ridiculous that Pit immediately knew who they were. One of Sonic's rebel group supporters. All 5 of them were completely naked, and all of them were painted in a way so that they made a tiny resemblance to one of the members of Sonic's resistance.

The first one was a man that was as thin as a piece of paper, legs as big as a skyscraper and had hair that looked as if it had never met a comb. He was covered in blue paint that made him look barley passable as the blue blur.

The second looked to be the man's brother. He looked as if his bones were made of iron, had a body that made him look as if he had jumped out of a sports magazine and hands that were 10 times too big for his body. He was covered in red paint so that he looked a tiny bit like Knuckles.

The third looked to be one of the two men's friend. His head was too big for his body, his face looked as if he hadn't slept for days, his hair looked as if they were part of his skull and yet he acted as if he had enough energy to run around the entire world 50 times over. He was covered in red, black and white paint so that made him look like a parody of Shadow.

Finally there were two young boys, obviously best friends. They were both short and skinny, and a single gust of wind looked like more than enough to blow them away. They were both acting as if their bones mere made of springs and their blood was made of coffee, and yet they looked as if the ground beneath them was a mine field. One of them wore glasses that was as thick as cardboard, and he was painted yellow so that he looked like Tails, complete with the two tails that looked as if it was painted on him by Van Gough. Meanwhile his friend was painted white and silver so that he looked like the time travelling hedgehog Silver.

Then Pit noticed what they were doing. They were painting anti – Emperor slogans on the walls, putting up posters that read "Down with Mario! Long live Sonic!" were among the phrases that didn't contain foul language. Pit's eyes narrowed. Many areas around the world of trophies had people like this, and it caused a great deal of inconvenience for them.

Now Pit had found one of these groups here in Angel Land, and he was going to make sure that they don't cause any other problems ever again, as well as a subtle warning to other groups to make sure that they stay in line.

Pit reached for an arrow, placed it on his bow and fired so fast and so quick that he could have done it with a blindfold on. The arrow whooshed through the air and stuck the Shadow man straight in the heart.

The Shadow man barely had time to finish butting on a poster that had at least 14 foul words on it when he collapsed down onto the ground. Dead.

The other four whipped round, horrified to see one of their comrades go down as Pit fired again, this time striking the Sonic man straight through the arm. The Sonic man collapsed down onto the ground, a can on blue paint flooding the area around him, mixing with the blood that came oozing out of his arm as he made a weak cry of pain.

The two boys were now hugging each other so tightly that they looked as if they were crushing each other's ribs, their faces filled with fear, while the Knuckles and Sonic man made a brave face as Pit chose this was the time to reveal himself. Jumping down from the roof top, he landed elegantly onto the ground as he raised his bow and arrow to point at the men, who were both shielding the two boys.

"Stand down. Now." Pit said conveying his authority "Any further resistance will be met with immediate death."

"Let the kids go." The Sonic man said weakly as he looked at Pit with a serious look

"Let them go, and we will surrender." The Knuckles man said

Pit shook his head. He wasn't going to fall into bargains. "I am afraid I cannot do that." He said "I either kill you and take the kids to jail, or I take you all in. Hands in the air, now!"

There was a long, deadly pause as Pit stared down at the men, waiting for them to comply.

Then the Knuckles man charged, letting out a deadly war cry as he raised his fists in an attempt to land a punch. He didn't even reach a nanometre as Pit fired straight though his heart. Instantly killing him. The two kids screamed as they clutched each other tighter as they saw the man die in front of them.

The Sonic man looked as if he was about to attack, and that was all Pit needed, as he raised his bow again and fired a single arrow.

5 minutes later Pit threw the two trembling kids into their dark and damp jail cell. Where they will spend the rest of their lives in there. Nobody, not even Pit had bothered to give them any clothes or even a shower to wash the paint off.

A few hours later, Pit will be congratulated and honored by the Emperor, given a medal and an award for his actions. While the three bodies were left to hang on display in the alleyway, the word 'Obey' was written in red paint underneath them.