Author's notes: Warning: Very, very short chapter. It has to be short; I couldn't overdo it, and I just hope it'll keep you reading for the next chapter, which hopefully won't be too much of a wait...
I really want to thank Moiras and Boethas. Not just because you two reviewed the last chapter, but because you've been giving me wonderful reviews on this and STFF, and that's what's inspiring me to write more often as I have been. I've talked about this a few times before, but people always tell me I should write for myself and only myself. I do it for myself, of course, but as I do with anything, I need someone else to enjoy it before I can be proud of it myself. If I'm the only one I'm doing it for, it just doesn't seem worth doing... But lately, people like you have been supporting me and I feel like I'm actually making someone happy. I want to update as much as possible, hoping that it'll make someone smile. And thanks to the support you've been giving me, I CAN do that without forcing myself to. I'm not going to go into a boring lecture about my life dreams and whatnot, so I'll end this before it gets longer than the chapter itself. Thank you, Boethas, Moiras, and everyone else who's enjoying ANY of my work. You're appreciated more than you'll ever know. ::bows::
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I hear... Shouting. Pain in my left leg overtakes me before I can decipher what the voices are saying. I try to lift myself, but I can't move my arms. They're... Being held down.
I finally manage to open my eyes, and the first thing I see is Mario, bearing a white jacket and a stethoscope; looking down on me is the fighter whom I can never take seriously. I see that my arms have been strapped down to the uncomfortable padding beneath me. I look past these things and try to figure out what's going on.
The first thing that calls my attention is Marus. But his attention isn't on me; I come across him as he slams a man into a wall, holding him by his shoulders. A lot of the shouting seems to be coming from Marus. I've never seen him so angry... I next look to the person he appears to be threatening. The indigo, skintight body suit and red helmet immediately turn on a light in my mind. Seeing Captain Falcon, thoughts of him flood my head... Dashing up to me with his classic starting move; beating down on me from above; falling away into the background on...
A car.
Now I remember.
My mind suddenly starts spinning; the board I'm on is being moved. This adds more strain to my leg, but I don't bother to try and complain. My eyes turn back to Marus as the room falls out of view. He doesn't notice me, but... I want him to follow. All I want is for him to be with me. I'm not scared... I've handled injuries before. But my mind is mixed up and racing and the only thing I can understand is that I want him near me.
I let out a vocal strain, trying to talk to him so he'll notice me. But I'm out of the room and soon the arena itself. Right now I don't care if my leg is broken or if I have head damage. I want Marus with me, and that's all that matters.
That's all that matters anymore.
It's getting hard to keep my eyes open. Not that it's important, anyway... I realize that it doesn't matter how much I want him, because he didn't notice me and that's something I can't change at this point. Marus, I'm sorry I pushed you away...
Just please notice me.
I really want to thank Moiras and Boethas. Not just because you two reviewed the last chapter, but because you've been giving me wonderful reviews on this and STFF, and that's what's inspiring me to write more often as I have been. I've talked about this a few times before, but people always tell me I should write for myself and only myself. I do it for myself, of course, but as I do with anything, I need someone else to enjoy it before I can be proud of it myself. If I'm the only one I'm doing it for, it just doesn't seem worth doing... But lately, people like you have been supporting me and I feel like I'm actually making someone happy. I want to update as much as possible, hoping that it'll make someone smile. And thanks to the support you've been giving me, I CAN do that without forcing myself to. I'm not going to go into a boring lecture about my life dreams and whatnot, so I'll end this before it gets longer than the chapter itself. Thank you, Boethas, Moiras, and everyone else who's enjoying ANY of my work. You're appreciated more than you'll ever know. ::bows::
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I hear... Shouting. Pain in my left leg overtakes me before I can decipher what the voices are saying. I try to lift myself, but I can't move my arms. They're... Being held down.
I finally manage to open my eyes, and the first thing I see is Mario, bearing a white jacket and a stethoscope; looking down on me is the fighter whom I can never take seriously. I see that my arms have been strapped down to the uncomfortable padding beneath me. I look past these things and try to figure out what's going on.
The first thing that calls my attention is Marus. But his attention isn't on me; I come across him as he slams a man into a wall, holding him by his shoulders. A lot of the shouting seems to be coming from Marus. I've never seen him so angry... I next look to the person he appears to be threatening. The indigo, skintight body suit and red helmet immediately turn on a light in my mind. Seeing Captain Falcon, thoughts of him flood my head... Dashing up to me with his classic starting move; beating down on me from above; falling away into the background on...
A car.
Now I remember.
My mind suddenly starts spinning; the board I'm on is being moved. This adds more strain to my leg, but I don't bother to try and complain. My eyes turn back to Marus as the room falls out of view. He doesn't notice me, but... I want him to follow. All I want is for him to be with me. I'm not scared... I've handled injuries before. But my mind is mixed up and racing and the only thing I can understand is that I want him near me.
I let out a vocal strain, trying to talk to him so he'll notice me. But I'm out of the room and soon the arena itself. Right now I don't care if my leg is broken or if I have head damage. I want Marus with me, and that's all that matters.
That's all that matters anymore.
It's getting hard to keep my eyes open. Not that it's important, anyway... I realize that it doesn't matter how much I want him, because he didn't notice me and that's something I can't change at this point. Marus, I'm sorry I pushed you away...
Just please notice me.