I AM RETARDED! I JUST RUINED THE WHOLE FREAKIN PLOT! *sobs*
Okay, so the plot isn't completely shot, but I feel like a real butt now. I um...skipped a chapter by accident (thanks to Koji for bringing that awful mistake to my attention). So now you guys have to um....pretend your time travelling, and that you never read the chapter you once knew as chapter 9. Thats actually chapter ten. Man, I feel like a butt tonite...like a butt tonite! Again, my sincerest apologies. I think my computer is sending out deadly waves of stupidness. -_-
Luigi sat on the floor of his cell, sunken eyes staring at a chip in the stone floor. His first plan hadn't worked; now he was plotting to find the missing piece from the stone and try to kill himself. He soon realized that plan would fail too; even if he had found it, the chip was less than an inch long. Couldn't do much damage with that.
He had his arms wrapped around his legs, knees drawn up to his chest. If it weren't for the racking pain in his ribs it would have taken him less than five seconds to get in that position. He sighed, slowly, thinking how much his life sucked.
Mario is dead…Peach thinks I killed him…we're stuck here for the rest of our God-forsaken lives…Mario is dead…He was just beginning to understand that he would never see his brother again. That was it. Zippo. Fin. The end of the world as we know it. Adios. Bye-bye, birdy-
[Boy, you sure have a chipper attitude about all this.]
Of course! This part is new and it's gonna have more chapters-
+You mean there's MORE torture?!+
*Gulp* Um…yeah? *backs away from various household appliances being wielded at her* No, no, not the toaster! *bzz!*
The lock rattled, and Bowser stepped inside. "So, how goes it, old boy?"
Luigi didn't answer or raise his eyes from the floor. He kept staring at that chip in the floor, hoping and praying he would find the chunk of stone. Or that Bowser would at least break his neck.
"How's the food?" Koopa asked him so casually that Luigi almost believed he had been given some. His normally slight, lean body was now unnaturally thin; it had been two days since he ate anything. Two days since Mario died. Two days since the nightmare truly began.
What was the nightmare? Luigi wasn't sure anymore. When he slept in his cell, he was plagued with nightmares, playing Mario's death over and over in his mind. Yet here he was, his subconscious stuck in Bowser's dungeon while the real him slept at the Mushroom Kingdom castle. It was like a dream within a dream within dream…and if that was the case…was the freakin' Mushroom Kingdom even real?! It was so mind boggling that Luigi forgot he wasn't listening to Bowser.
"You hear me??" he bellowed, backhanding the plumber. Luigi fell to his side, holding his chest and biting his lip to hold back his painful whining. Bowser grabbed his neck, dragging him up, and Luigi felt claws digging into his skin.
"Nest time, you had better be listening when I talk to you. Understand? Or you'll end up like your wimpy pathetic brother."
Too rebellious to nod and to weak to give Bowser an obscene gesture, Luigi simply blinked wearily, his hands at his sides not bothering to free himself. Bowser dropped him carelessly, and his skull smacked against wet rock. The plumber mumbled incoherently while the back of his eyes put on a fireworks show.
"He is…not….p'thetik."
"Was…" corrected Bowser as he left the room. Luigi heard the lock snap, then there was peaceful darkness.
He awoke without really seeing or feeling much of anything. Weakly he lifted a hand that rested on the cold dungeon floor, trying to determine what was out there or where he was. Voices around him, deep and frightening and familiar.
He felt nothing but empty space and the cold stone. Was he lying down? Against what? How far off the ground? He wished to see, but wasn't sure if his eyes were open or not. He decided they were closed, and tried to open them. His eyelids scraped his corneas, making him wish his eyes were already open. Still he persisted, trying to lift his hand to rub his eyes. Instead his fingers brushed his face, feeling caked blood on his cheek. He heard heavy breathing, low voices…what was going on?
A squeaking sound-perhaps a door? Hinges? Eyelids fluttered open, and he caught a glimpse of a hulking form in his view. The labored wheezing was his own, but the voice…
"Good. You're awake."
Who was that? His brother? Bowser? His vision cleared for a moment and with a sinking feeling he realized it was the latter.
"Now, unless you've got gum in your ears," Bowser's voice was low, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, "Listen up, and listen good." A scaly hand reached down to grab his shirt collar, dragging him into a sitting position. His body hung limply, and a voice whispered in his ear.
"Your kid brother Luigi seems to think you're dead. And in all rights you should be. In fact…" Mario felt yellow reptilian teeth scrape his ear; felt hot, nasty breath on his neck. "…I should just kill him while you're rotting away in this cell. That way I get what I want."
He was too tired to feel completely terrified, too tired to ask, "Why? Why did you let me live? Just put me out of my misery."
Bowser shoved him back down roughly, and Mario whimpered, closing his eyes again. Luigi, Peach….Peach. What did Koopa have in mind for her? He can't kill Luigi, he just can't…
"Have a good night," Bowser quipped shortly, shutting the door and locking it securely. Locking? Mario thought. Against what? I can't even tell if my legs are still part of me. I'm not going anywhere.
A dull pounding in his head reminded him not to move. Escape was no where near an option.
Peach was in her 'room' this time. She could feel it. She could feel the bonds on her wrists, the chilly air, the shadows that stalked around her.
"You look so cold, honey. Want us to warm you up a bit?"
She was too frightened to cry. Or maybe she was hardened to such torture. Either way, she turned her head away from a shadow that knelt next to her. A hand stroked her cheek, so she turned her head again, facing the shadow. The shadow had eyes, dark black ones that made Peach tremble. The hand cupped her cheek now, more forcefully so she couldn't turn away.
"You don't have to worry, nothing's going to hurt you." A thumb roughly ran across her mouth, down to her chin. That was when his hand tightened on her head. "If you don't play nice, we won't play nice either." Fingers digging into her cheek bone, lips pressing hard against hers, no, no…
"No!" she screamed, sitting up right. Coughing for a breath she realized where she was. She was in her cell, her cold, dark cell-wait. There was someone else in there with her. Maybe it wasn't her cell after all.
The figure shied away from her, sitting in the far corner; there was no need to tell it to leave. It didn't look much like the shadows, but Peach wasn't sure what was real anymore. She caught her breath and hugged herself to try and stop shaking. The shadow looked awfully familiar…She licked her dry lips and whispered.
"M-Mario-" She stopped. No, Mario is dead. Don't you remember? A few more seconds and she tried again.
"Luigi?" she breathed, waiting tensely for a response. A few seconds later it answered.
"…yeah."
She sighed a little out of relief. "Why are you in here?"
"I don't know Peach." His voice was rising higher with each word, and he sounded wearily sardonic. "Maybe Bowser wanted to freak you out while you weren't even in your room."
She felt the color rise to her face, then drain again. She had accused him of killing Mario, and in fact it certainly looked like all the evidence pointed to him. Except…
Wait…no. Luigi wouldn't do this. Luigi wouldn't kill his own brother. That just wouldn't happen! How could I have been so stupid to think…
Peach crawled to his corner, squatting down next to him. She snaked her arm over his shoulders and squeezed him a little. Her lower lip trembled when she felt him sob against her.
"I know you didn't do it," she whispered tearfully in his ear. "I'm so sorry."
[I'll be sorry too…once Robin Lee learns to type with only one hand. *forcefully drags her arm towards a blender*]
*sweatdrop* Uh…guys?
+*turns it on* Yeah?+
You're kind of….freaking me out.
[We're freaking you out? Did you read what you just wrote?! You make me want to die!]
+'Content editing purposes' my rear! You were NOT keeping the mystery just about now!+
(Make up your mind! Am I dead or am I not??)
[*holds up a hand to silence them* So, we came to an agreement. If we let you torture us, you let us torture you.]
Erm…Can I have any say in this?
::Blank stares. The blender grows louder.::
*shrugs* Guess not. Hey! Look over there!
:All look in the opposite direction, and Robin breaks free::
Yoink! *runs off*
[Oh no! We lost her!]
(*shrugs*)
+ *slurps a cherry soda* +
[…So.………..anyone up for a milkshake?]
+Yes! Finally!+
(I'll get the bananas!)
Okay, yeah, I admit. I was getting a little risque there, and "$e%ual harrassment" (thats what I will call it) is no laughing matter. So......sorry for the inconveniance of my.....not-smart-no-more-ness.