CHAPTER 30: THE SHOT RETOLD
Dedede gouldn't believe what he was hearing. "Marx, my big brother? He's alive?"
Magolor turned his head up to Dedede with a sour face. "Yes, he's stinkin' alive, doofus."
"How? How did you find out?"
"You idiot! Wounds heal, and Marx's situation has been kept hush-hush for an obserd amount of time. Don't you think that's a little suspicious."
"But dude you shot him with a real bullet!" said Dedede surprised.
"Yeah, but there was one problem… I never told you about this…" Magolor rubbed the top of his head nervously. "I pulled back… I purposefully missed that day."
"You what?"
"It was supposed to be a warning shot… but I accidentally hit him. I wasn't even aiming for him…"
"Then how did this happen?"
"Dedede, I thing Marx took the bullet on purpose. I think he did it because he saw me as a threat?"
"Because you're strong?"
Magolor blushed and thought about how big his muscles would be if he had arms and maybe legs. "I don't think it was because of my strength. I think it was because Marx knew I would catch on faster than you or Taranza. He wanted to make sure I couldn't be trusted ever again."
"That's bizarre though. Surely you must have had your brain in a scary place. Maybe you did truthfully hit him." Says Dedede.
"No," said Magolor with a sigh and he shuffled back to the desks and sat down to catch his breath.
"But why would he think injuring himself would be a good idea?"
"You really are stupid, Dedede…" groaned Magolor. He beat the table with his mighty fist. "Marx was never hurt! Guns don't affect him. He's a trickster and a lot more durable than he looks. He only put on that act to get you to accept him as your peer."
"That's so strange, but it does make sense based off of your evidence." Said Dedede. "But what about the other thing yu said. Is Meta Knight and Marx working together to kill everyone?"
"That's my second point…" Magolor sighed. He felt very uncomfortable. "Promise me you won't tell Knuckle Joe about this. It'll be to hard for you to say everything right."
"Dal."
"Good, I'll tell Taranza myself later…" Magolor leaned forward. "I'm gonna tell you about my day yesterday. Are you ready?"
"Yes?" Dedede said unsure, feeling like he was being interrogated in a RPG.
"Then let me recollect…"