A
A/N (which I assume means author's note.
If it doesn't usually, that's what it means here):
I really suggest that you read my other two fics before this one.
At least three of the characters will have been introduced in those fics,
and it might get a little confusing. Yes,
I know my first one is long and the html marks are annoying, but it will really
help you to understand this fic. Thanks!
A Mysterious Story
by Ryan Myers
0: Prologue
– Fifteen years ago
Master was not happy.
All of his friends and allies had been killed by the brutal space pirates
of the area. He was the only living
enforcer aboard their ship, and he was the galaxy's last chance of stopping
the pirates. However, he tried to
avoid thinking about that as he wandered around the labyrinth that the pirates
called a ship. Suddenly, he heard a
voice behind him.
"Intruder! Who
are-"
The young pirate never got to finish his sentence, because
Master spun around and fired three missiles out of his index finger.
The pirate moaned and collapsed.
"Gotta be more careful." He muttered to himself, and
continued.
He wandered around for a while, knocking out the occasional
pirate, and eventually found himself at the end of a long corridor.
He was standing in front of a huge, ornate door, and he heard
official-sounding voices on the other side.
Quietly trying to decide what to do, he leaned against the door to listen
better. All of a sudden, the door
swung open!
Master lost his balance and stumbled into the room, where
two pirates grabbed Master by the arms and held him firmly.
Master's index finger started glowing, but a large, decorated pirate
that must be the leader stood up.
"Oh, no, you don't, Master." The pirate leader
laughed. "I know what that glove
of yours can do." The pirate
reached into his pocket and pulled out a large knife with a flourish.
"Now let's see how you do without it."
The pirate lowered the blade. Master winced in pain but said nothing. Being of a race that had no blood, the gloved hand fell to
the floor still completely white. The
pirate laughed triumphantly, and his flunkies joined in.
Master just stared at them helplessly.
"Now, Master, I thought you might enjoy watching this."
The pirate leered, pressing a button on a control panel behind him, which
activated a viewscreen.
"The Ally!" Master recognized the ship
immediately. "That's a peaceful
ship trying to meet and befriend new species!"
"Not anymore." The leader replied arrogantly, reaching
for a large red button.
"NO!" Master shouted.
A rush of adrenaline surged through his muscles, giving him enough
strength to break free of the lackeys' grip.
He rushed forward to stop the leader, but a pirate pulled out a gun and
fired.
Master felt his soul leaving him as he tried to resist
fainting from the pain. He knew
that once he fainted, he wouldn't be waking up.
Knowing his race's unique physiology, he wondered how his death would
work out. In his death throes, he
noticed his glove start to move.
Master's last thought was, "My soul is going to be in a
glove?"
Master woke up, flexing his fingers.
Wait a minute, that was all he had!
"Oh, right." Master sighed.
"Well, I might as well make the most of it." Suddenly he noticed the leader's finger hovering over the
launch button again. He rocketed
forward and punched the leader in the back.
"What?" the leader whirled around angrily.
"Who dares-what in the…"
The glove was hovering in front of him.
The pirate glanced at the glove, then the corpse, then the glove, then…
"Oh, I forgot to mention that." Master grinned.
Well, actually, he didn't grin, but it sounded like he did.
"When someone of my race dies, their soul goes into the nearest object,
which happened to be my hand. Or
me. Or…"
The leader stood there, dazed.
"Well, it doesn't matter.
I won't let you destroy the Ally." Master floated around to the control panel.
"Ah, here we go."
The leader reached forward too late as Master pushed the
other red button. Immediately, a
computerized voice announced calmly, "Please evacuate.
This ship will self destruct in ten minutes."
The pirates ran around like chickens with their heads cut
off, trying to find an escape pod. Master
made a fist of himself and raced over to the window, smashing it open.
Master was quite relieved that his current shape did not limit his
ability to breathe in a vacuum. The
pirates, however, could not say the same, and fainted within moments.
"Please evacuate. This
ship will self destruct in one minute."
Master flew back to his home planet as the computer
continued counting down.
"Now self destructing.
Have a nice day."
Master made a thumbs-up sign as he saw and felt the
explosion. "Mission
accomplished." He remarked, staring at himself as best he could.
"But at what cost?"
1: Conflict
– Nine years ago
"Master, this will be too traumatic for our child."
Mistress pointed out sadly. "Don't
you realize how much he will be teased in school for having a glove as a
father?"
"Well, he can just say that his father was Master, the
famed pirate fighter." Master replied jokingly.
"Oh, please. You
did that four years ago, which was two years after we had our son.
No one even remembers that. And
if they did, it's still funny to have a glove as a parent."
Master sighed and nodded.
"Well, what do you suggest?"
Mistress stared at him, sighing. She started to say something, then changed her mind.
Master caught her implication, however.
"You want me to leave." Master guessed.
"You want to raise our child by yourself so he's not teased."
Mistress frowned and shrugged her shoulders.
She turned away sadly and stood perfectly still for a while.
Finally, she turned around.
"You know it's the right thing to do." Mistress
pleaded for Master to understand. "You
don't want our child being teased, do you?"
Master scowled (well, actually, he didn't scowl, but his
voice sounded like he was scowling). "You're
kicking me out of the house. For
our child. Do you really think
that's fair?"
Mistress shrugged again, looking at the child's room
sadly. "I don't know what to
think, Master."
"I see." Master said sadly, knowing that his wife, as
usual, was right. "I'll go
then."
"Master…I'm sorry…" Mistress started, but Master
was already fading away.
"Goodbye, Master!"
But Master was gone.
2: Confrontation
– Two years ago
"Mom, why are we going on vacation again?"
"What? Don't
you want to?"
"Well, yes, but it's weird that we go so often."
"All right, we'll stop going."
"No, that's not what I meant. It's just that…"
Mistress stared at her son.
"You miss your father, don't you?"
"Well, yes! I
mean, you kicked him out-"
"I didn't kick-wait a minute. How do you-"
"I heard the whole thing.
I was six years old, but I wasn't stupid. Why did you kick Dad out?"
"I…" Mistress still had trouble talking about that
night. "Well, if you heard the
whole conversation, you should know."
"Well, it was a stupid reason. I could have stood up for myself. I think you used that as an excuse to get him out of your
life."
"How can you say that, you…" Mistress lashed out
angrily, screaming at her son. "I…"
Mistress couldn't say any more. She put her head in her hands and wept. Her son stared at her, not knowing what to do.
"Mom?" Mistress
looked up, tears staining her face. "I'm
sorry. Let's go."
Mistress slowly took her son's hand and they shifted to
another dimension.
3. Vacation
"This is a fun dimension, son. Here, the people use toys for battling. It's better than using real people, because toys are
tougher and no one cares about them. Also,
they can make the fighters look like anyone they want." Mistress announced
upon their arrival.
"Cool!" the boy yelled, forgetting their earlier
confrontation. "Where do they
fight?"
"Over here." His mother replied, motioning to a large
table. "Oh, look.
It's Kirby versus Samus!"
"Oh, I've heard of them.
Are they really going to fight?"
"Of course. Here
they go!"
Samus started charging its gun, while Kirby closed in to
steal its powers. Samus fired off
her gun prematurely, but it stunned Kirby long enough for Samus to screw it.
Kirby landed quicklier than Samus and bricked it.
Then, Kirby ran over and smashed Samus, and then Final Cuttered.
"Wow, this is really exciting!" the boy shouted.
"Sssssh!" the crowd hushed impatiently.
The boy flinched sheepishly.
Samus recovered from Kirby's attack and punched Kirby.
Then, it activated its flamethrower and roasted Kirby.
Finally, it jumped up, and before Kirby could brick, Samus used its back
kick to send Kirby flying up, up…out of the arena.
"This game's winner is Samus!" the greedy announcer
reported. "Now, place your bets
on the next fight, which will be in a few minutes.
Wolverine versus Thor! Thor
is favored, but who knows what will happen?
Come on over and place your bets!"
"Wolverine and Thor are Marvel characters, and the last
two were Nintendo! This place
really gets everyone, doesn't it?"
"Of course." Mistress replied. "I'm glad you're having fun and-"
"Arrgh! What's
going on?" Mistress turned around to see a huge warehouse behind the small
arena, presumably filled with toy fighters.
"Kirby and Samus! They're
missing!"
"What?" another voice rang out. "How could they be missing!"
"I don't know, but they're gone now!"
"That's not possible!
I just put them down!"
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Don't worry about it, son.
It's just a little confusion and…"
"The toys are loose!" a third voice shouted
frantically. "Everybody hide!"
A huge box of toys had just toppled over, and toys of all
kinds were running around out of control.
"Why can't they control-"
"I don't know, they usually can. Something must be going wrong!" Mistress was confused and
scared.
Suddenly, a tiny action figure that looked like a young
child wearing a very mysterious cloak ran up behind the boy and pulled out a
gun. He fired, and hit the boy
right in the heart. The boy died
immediately.
"NO!" Mistress shouted, but she was killed by a very
well-aimed missile from a generic army figure far behind her.
Mistress woke up. "Where
are you?"
Her son slowly stood up.
"What…what happened?"
Suddenly, Mistress started crying. "You've become the cloaked boy with the gun!"
"And you, mother, you are now a…" he couldn't bring
himself to say it, it was even worse than his father's fate. "You're a box."
Mistress's voice was tinged with sadness, but also with
hope. "I know.
I'll have to leave, now, just like Master.
You'll be teased so much if this gets around."
"But, mother, what should I do?"
"You're a big boy.
You can take care of yourself. Good
luck!"
The box faded away, and after a while, so did the boy.