*DEDICATION* I'd like to dedicate this chapter to The Flame Panther (who
is always there to support me) and Jelly Bean ( who gave me hope that there
are still people that are true fans of SSBM). Because of you two, I'm still
writing this story when I was about to take it off. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own SSBM or any of the characters. Any of the characters, if by resembling anyone, is just a coinsidence.
*Note from author*: I'm going to start doing dedications to the fans that review my story so that I feel the fans have a little credit too. I might start doing something that considers you all....voice drifts off in thought
.....and the mist rolls in and the chapter begins....
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Sheik pulls back, falling on her butt at the shock of what Zelda had just said. For a moment, they both sat/kneeled there staring at each other, blinking every now and then.
Sheik: a slight croak is heard in her throat as she tries to think of what to say
Zelda: looks at Sheik and soon figures out that she wouldn't be talking any time soon, so she goes ahead and sighs to release the silent pressure that was steadily building
Sheik: I.....
Zelda: had been looking down for some time, so she lifts up her head at the sound of Sheik's voice
Sheik: blinks blankly then continues, staring off into space I knew I was alive once, but I don't remember anything.
Zelda: I can't say that I blame you. I'm sorry. I didn't think you were her. It's impossible for someone to come back to life....that I know of. Maybe I should have told you earlier..
Sheik: No,no. You helped me out, alot. So....do I know you?
Zelda: laughs for a moment KNOW ME!?more light laughter You were a part of me!
Sheik: shock comes over her that brings her close to fainting A part of you...?.....I...but....I didn't know any of this....
Zelda: I think you need a break to over come this surprising news. I think I could too. Come with me to this night club.
Sheik: What's a night club?
Zelda: sweatdrop Well..pauses a moment to come up with some sensible explination It's where some of us Smashers go to have fun. Dancing sometimes, listening to poetry, drinking, singing kereoke, and other stuff.
Sheik: Maybe I should try before I lose my mind.
both stand up to dust themselves off. Sheik looks at her outfit for a moment, then looks at Zelda's almost normal looking dress
Sheik: Suppose I should wear something more...erm, what do you call it?........casual....normal..more "Smasher" related...?
Zelda: I think that would be wise. I don't know what we can do about your eyes. ponders a moment, then grabs Sheik's hand and drags her to a house, which was obviously hers
***inside
Zelda: rummages around in her drawers, dressers, and closets full of shoes. I know it's around here somewhere....
Sheik: sits on a huge cushioned bed looking around her at the big mirror with the make-up scattered everywhere, and the millions of dresses on the hangers(which were all the same) when she notices something diffrent from the rest of the white, pink and lavender coated items. With Zelda rummaging deep within a closet, Sheik walks over to a huge dresser and pulls out some dark blue/purple looking cloth.
Her finger tingles with puzzled excitement as she feels the fabric, and somehow recognizes the smooth, but rough, texture. She studies the outfit for a moment, taking in the dark and light colours and the strange design on the front. Her fore finger stings for a second and she pulls back in reaction to notice a smooth red smudge on her finger(remember she WAS dead, but was revived, so she's alive now).
Sheik pulls the outfit around then notices the problem of the painful prick. A needle gently pokes out from beneath the cloth. She takes it out to inspect it just as Zelda comes rushing up to her.
Zelda: pants for a second Wait. That's what I've been looking for this whole time. Where'd you find it?
Sheik ignores Zelda's question and sits on the bed studying the needle
Zelda: picks up the bodyless outfit from the floor, dusting it off before setting it next to Sheik on the bed This was yours. Before you were, um, killed...
Sheik: looks up at Zelda with a strange look like she was a ghost that just appeared
Zelda: This should do.
Sheik: still holding the needle between her fingers in mid-air, as she looks down at the outfit I'm going to wear it?
Zelda: Yes, unless you want a bunch of people looking at you strangely. Like Peach and myself.
Sheik: I think I caused enough commotion... she sets down the needle and picks up the outfit. Zelda points to a door and Sheik walks slowly towards it.
Zelda: stares at the needle, but says nothing
***after a bunch of rustling and momentary pausing
Sheik walks out in the outfit, looking almost like herself, except for the glowing eyes
Zelda: Well now. You look like....you again.
Sheik: I..do?she glides over to the big mirror with all the make-up everywhere, and looks at her reflection
Zelda: stands beside her, adding make-up here and there and studying herself to make sure everything is perfect You look great.
Sheik: I feel strange.
Zelda: You'll get used to it. I'll help you. adds a last touch to her eyes
Sheik: Thanks...
Zelda: I'll help all I can, especially for my former alter-ego.
Sheik: a barely noticable smile is seen beneath the mummy like wrapping over her nose and mouth
Zelda: Come onleads Sheik outside as they begin to walk to the night club
***outside once more
Sheik: stiffly walks in the new outfit, looking about and smelling the cooling night air
Zelda: Loosen up a bit, stop acting so......deadly.
Sheik: at the word " deadly" a strange feeling numbs her hands and she begins to calm down
Zelda: Much bettera big smile comes on her face We're here!both stand in front of a building of normal size. A big sign flashing in the front
Sheik: a new found excitement flutters in her stomach, and she reads the sign The Orion Arena....
Zelda: Yup. The best night club in the city. So convient that they put the bar right next to it.Sheik glances over at the bar just as Bowser walks into it. They both enter the night club
Inside is quite, unlike a bar. The huge room is dimmed, in a dark bluish/blackish light, but it is light enough to make out shapes and figures of diffrent Smashers and unknown guests. Sheik looks to the side and notices two people over at a bar-like counter. She studies their shadowy images in the dimmed room and concluded that they weren't on the mural.(the two people are actually The Flame Panther and Jelly Bean*NOTE* The Flame Panther is not Panther that was killed, they are two diffrent people*)
Zelda: whispers into Sheik's ear Over here. she leads Sheik down a dark walkway to a smooth black table. They both take their seats, and the reflection of the bluish-whitish lights on their table directed their attension to the small stage from which they were emitting
Sheik: notices that nobody is looking at her strangely, for once What's going on?she whispers through the murmur of some Smasher's nearby
Zelda: Tonight must be poetry night.
Sheik: she nods her head even though she doesn't understandSmashers around talk to a waitress and then the waitress bounces itself over to Sheik and Zelda
Zelda: Jigglypuff!? What are you doing here?
Jigglypuff: through what light that was available a small hibiscus flower is seen on it's head and it looks up at Zelda with huge glittering eyes Jig jig jigglypuff..[ I started working here yesterday]
Zelda: Oh, I see. Is tonight poetry night?
Jigglypuff: Jiggly puff puff jig ..[I don't know]
Zelda: Thanks anyway Jigglypuff bounces off to another table just as someone walks onto the stage
Sheik: watches everything in amused silence, a slight twinkle of curiosity in her white-like eyes
all the Smashers suddenly go quite and look towards the stage, a slight cough heard from some unknown place
the person onstage taps the microphone and it squeals a high pitched noise before returning back to silence
annoyed Smashers stare at the person on stage, who looks up and shrugs
Zelda: whispers beside her gloved hand towards Sheik That's Falco. He's a friend of Fox.
Sheik: nods, but continues looking at Falco
Falco: clears his throat Sorry about that. For those who don't know, today is what you would consider a contest of some sort, between music, poetry, and um...other random stuff. Uh, Thanks.he walks off stage replacing the microphone back into the stand
Captain Falcon walks onstage from the wings and speaks into the microphone. Zelda points him out too
CF: Thanks, Falco, for that wonderfully boring intro. I know this is suppose to be a night club and all, but that manager decided to change it tonight. The prize for the winner will be announced later. We even have two new guests with us. looks over at the bar-like counter and points to the two shadows The Flame Panther and Jelly Bean! They will be joining us tonight to judge the Smashers along with some other unknown guests that we will introduce later.
Unknown random Smasher: Enough with that talk you gay freak!a can rolls onstage and gently taps CF's foot
CF: Very wellpicks up the can and, before walking offstage, throws it back into the crowd. A thud is felt and Jigglypuff's struggling efforts are heard as the unconsious Smasher is dragged outside. Everyone else looks back onstage and waits for the next can throwing terrorist to enter
Mewtwo: walks onstage, shyly for someone so um...mewtwo likeclears his throat and speaks, normally he wouldn't talk ,but use some telepathic powers, but this occasion was diffrent I suppose I'll be reading a poem tonight, written by someone who could not make it tonight. Some of you may have heard it, or not. It was written by Emily Crane. I feel strange telling you this, but I was picked to read this out loud.he said this grimly, but continues anyway Here it goes.
Kiss
Point your lashes down and you can picture my face- I'm smiling...
Open your mouth, speak with your heart and you can see my soul- I'm waiting...
Place your arms around my waist and you can embrace my uncertainty- I'm shaking...
Press your lips against mine and try to catch me- I'm falling...
* This was truly written by a teen and I take no credit in it. If anyone who knows this person or is this person do not get mad, be happy.....you were specially picked for my fic!*
Mewtwo: Thank yourushes off stage quickly,before anyone could clap, even in the dim stage light everyone could tell he was blushing
Zelda: Who knew Mewtwo had a heart?
Sheik: at this comment Sheik began to visualize his personality. Quite and serious, which, even though she didn't know it, fit him quite perfectly
another Smasher walks on from the audiance and through the wings, and Zelda tells Sheik that it is Nana and Popo
Nana: We'll be reciting poetry too
Popo: Seemed like everyone else was, so we will too
Nana: It was also written by someone else...
Popo: That didn't want to come onstage
Nana: It's written by Vidhya Chandrasekaran
Popo: We read it and decided ourselves that it should be dedicated to....
Nana: Bowser
Popo: You'll see why
Nana: You first Popo
Popo: holds the microphone up to his mouth and begins. While he reads Nana is silently acting in the background
Minutes Like Hours
You walk into the store and stride down the aisle. You pick me up and try to look casual while you carry me down to the checkout line. Pull out your wallet, you soon will be mine. Your friends are observing every move that you make. The clerk asks for ID- you show him a fake. You quickly walk down to the front of the store. Your friends are waiting for you as you step out the door. You hop on the car and drive away from the shop. Then you shut off the ignition, and pop off my top. You take a few drinks and pass me around. That's when you decide to take a drive around town.
Nana: Popo begins to act now as they switch places
You turn on your car and put your foot on the clutch. I'm sober, you think, I didn't have very much. You pull onto the road with me by your side, Taking occasional sips as you enjoy the ride. Then the brakes on the car in front of you squeal. You try hard to stop, but lose control of the wheel. You skid off the road, and you know you have crashed. The dashboard is shattered, the windsheild is smashed.
Nana and Popo: both stand holding the microphone, speaking together
Minutes like hours, You're in treacherous pain, that washes your senses, envelopes your brain. The screams all around you are faint in your ears, as life flashes before you, your hopes and your fears. Minutes like hours, you plead and you pray, I'll never touch it again, just let me live one more day. Your mind starts to go dark, it falls apart piece by piece. And then you slip into blackness, the pain has finally ceased.
both start to speak a bit louder for them to hear
Before you entered that store, you should have thought twice, for I am the substance that cost you your life.
*(again) This was truly written by a teen and I take no credit in it. If anyone who knows this person or is this person do not get mad, be happy.....you were specially picked for my fic!*
cheering from some of the Smashers are heard and Nana and Popo bow before walking off into the right wing, and return back into the audiance
Zelda: Wow, that was touching.
Sheik: is off thinking to herself about the moment she died, when she saw Panther leaning over her, crying
Zelda: You okay?
Sheik: shakes her head and comes back into reality Yeah sure ...[ I need to relax, that's why I'm here]
Zelda: Wonder who will be next? both wait patiently with the rest of the crowd as they watch the stage for the next contestant to show him/herself
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I told you I might need the fans help. Once all the contestants are through (it'll still follow the original story line of course) I'm going to have the FANS vote on each act on a 1-10 scale. Example:(this is ONLY an example) Mewtwo: 5 Nana and Popo: 8 Next contestants act: 4 Next contestants act: 9 ect.... but that's only after all the contestants are through......*!DO NOT VOTE NOW!*...think about it until I say you may vote in one of the chapters..I'll even add all the people in the chapter that reviewed with thier votes....thanks again....
Disclaimer: I do not own SSBM or any of the characters. Any of the characters, if by resembling anyone, is just a coinsidence.
*Note from author*: I'm going to start doing dedications to the fans that review my story so that I feel the fans have a little credit too. I might start doing something that considers you all....voice drifts off in thought
.....and the mist rolls in and the chapter begins....
*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*^X^*
Sheik pulls back, falling on her butt at the shock of what Zelda had just said. For a moment, they both sat/kneeled there staring at each other, blinking every now and then.
Sheik: a slight croak is heard in her throat as she tries to think of what to say
Zelda: looks at Sheik and soon figures out that she wouldn't be talking any time soon, so she goes ahead and sighs to release the silent pressure that was steadily building
Sheik: I.....
Zelda: had been looking down for some time, so she lifts up her head at the sound of Sheik's voice
Sheik: blinks blankly then continues, staring off into space I knew I was alive once, but I don't remember anything.
Zelda: I can't say that I blame you. I'm sorry. I didn't think you were her. It's impossible for someone to come back to life....that I know of. Maybe I should have told you earlier..
Sheik: No,no. You helped me out, alot. So....do I know you?
Zelda: laughs for a moment KNOW ME!?more light laughter You were a part of me!
Sheik: shock comes over her that brings her close to fainting A part of you...?.....I...but....I didn't know any of this....
Zelda: I think you need a break to over come this surprising news. I think I could too. Come with me to this night club.
Sheik: What's a night club?
Zelda: sweatdrop Well..pauses a moment to come up with some sensible explination It's where some of us Smashers go to have fun. Dancing sometimes, listening to poetry, drinking, singing kereoke, and other stuff.
Sheik: Maybe I should try before I lose my mind.
both stand up to dust themselves off. Sheik looks at her outfit for a moment, then looks at Zelda's almost normal looking dress
Sheik: Suppose I should wear something more...erm, what do you call it?........casual....normal..more "Smasher" related...?
Zelda: I think that would be wise. I don't know what we can do about your eyes. ponders a moment, then grabs Sheik's hand and drags her to a house, which was obviously hers
***inside
Zelda: rummages around in her drawers, dressers, and closets full of shoes. I know it's around here somewhere....
Sheik: sits on a huge cushioned bed looking around her at the big mirror with the make-up scattered everywhere, and the millions of dresses on the hangers(which were all the same) when she notices something diffrent from the rest of the white, pink and lavender coated items. With Zelda rummaging deep within a closet, Sheik walks over to a huge dresser and pulls out some dark blue/purple looking cloth.
Her finger tingles with puzzled excitement as she feels the fabric, and somehow recognizes the smooth, but rough, texture. She studies the outfit for a moment, taking in the dark and light colours and the strange design on the front. Her fore finger stings for a second and she pulls back in reaction to notice a smooth red smudge on her finger(remember she WAS dead, but was revived, so she's alive now).
Sheik pulls the outfit around then notices the problem of the painful prick. A needle gently pokes out from beneath the cloth. She takes it out to inspect it just as Zelda comes rushing up to her.
Zelda: pants for a second Wait. That's what I've been looking for this whole time. Where'd you find it?
Sheik ignores Zelda's question and sits on the bed studying the needle
Zelda: picks up the bodyless outfit from the floor, dusting it off before setting it next to Sheik on the bed This was yours. Before you were, um, killed...
Sheik: looks up at Zelda with a strange look like she was a ghost that just appeared
Zelda: This should do.
Sheik: still holding the needle between her fingers in mid-air, as she looks down at the outfit I'm going to wear it?
Zelda: Yes, unless you want a bunch of people looking at you strangely. Like Peach and myself.
Sheik: I think I caused enough commotion... she sets down the needle and picks up the outfit. Zelda points to a door and Sheik walks slowly towards it.
Zelda: stares at the needle, but says nothing
***after a bunch of rustling and momentary pausing
Sheik walks out in the outfit, looking almost like herself, except for the glowing eyes
Zelda: Well now. You look like....you again.
Sheik: I..do?she glides over to the big mirror with all the make-up everywhere, and looks at her reflection
Zelda: stands beside her, adding make-up here and there and studying herself to make sure everything is perfect You look great.
Sheik: I feel strange.
Zelda: You'll get used to it. I'll help you. adds a last touch to her eyes
Sheik: Thanks...
Zelda: I'll help all I can, especially for my former alter-ego.
Sheik: a barely noticable smile is seen beneath the mummy like wrapping over her nose and mouth
Zelda: Come onleads Sheik outside as they begin to walk to the night club
***outside once more
Sheik: stiffly walks in the new outfit, looking about and smelling the cooling night air
Zelda: Loosen up a bit, stop acting so......deadly.
Sheik: at the word " deadly" a strange feeling numbs her hands and she begins to calm down
Zelda: Much bettera big smile comes on her face We're here!both stand in front of a building of normal size. A big sign flashing in the front
Sheik: a new found excitement flutters in her stomach, and she reads the sign The Orion Arena....
Zelda: Yup. The best night club in the city. So convient that they put the bar right next to it.Sheik glances over at the bar just as Bowser walks into it. They both enter the night club
Inside is quite, unlike a bar. The huge room is dimmed, in a dark bluish/blackish light, but it is light enough to make out shapes and figures of diffrent Smashers and unknown guests. Sheik looks to the side and notices two people over at a bar-like counter. She studies their shadowy images in the dimmed room and concluded that they weren't on the mural.(the two people are actually The Flame Panther and Jelly Bean*NOTE* The Flame Panther is not Panther that was killed, they are two diffrent people*)
Zelda: whispers into Sheik's ear Over here. she leads Sheik down a dark walkway to a smooth black table. They both take their seats, and the reflection of the bluish-whitish lights on their table directed their attension to the small stage from which they were emitting
Sheik: notices that nobody is looking at her strangely, for once What's going on?she whispers through the murmur of some Smasher's nearby
Zelda: Tonight must be poetry night.
Sheik: she nods her head even though she doesn't understandSmashers around talk to a waitress and then the waitress bounces itself over to Sheik and Zelda
Zelda: Jigglypuff!? What are you doing here?
Jigglypuff: through what light that was available a small hibiscus flower is seen on it's head and it looks up at Zelda with huge glittering eyes Jig jig jigglypuff..[ I started working here yesterday]
Zelda: Oh, I see. Is tonight poetry night?
Jigglypuff: Jiggly puff puff jig ..[I don't know]
Zelda: Thanks anyway Jigglypuff bounces off to another table just as someone walks onto the stage
Sheik: watches everything in amused silence, a slight twinkle of curiosity in her white-like eyes
all the Smashers suddenly go quite and look towards the stage, a slight cough heard from some unknown place
the person onstage taps the microphone and it squeals a high pitched noise before returning back to silence
annoyed Smashers stare at the person on stage, who looks up and shrugs
Zelda: whispers beside her gloved hand towards Sheik That's Falco. He's a friend of Fox.
Sheik: nods, but continues looking at Falco
Falco: clears his throat Sorry about that. For those who don't know, today is what you would consider a contest of some sort, between music, poetry, and um...other random stuff. Uh, Thanks.he walks off stage replacing the microphone back into the stand
Captain Falcon walks onstage from the wings and speaks into the microphone. Zelda points him out too
CF: Thanks, Falco, for that wonderfully boring intro. I know this is suppose to be a night club and all, but that manager decided to change it tonight. The prize for the winner will be announced later. We even have two new guests with us. looks over at the bar-like counter and points to the two shadows The Flame Panther and Jelly Bean! They will be joining us tonight to judge the Smashers along with some other unknown guests that we will introduce later.
Unknown random Smasher: Enough with that talk you gay freak!a can rolls onstage and gently taps CF's foot
CF: Very wellpicks up the can and, before walking offstage, throws it back into the crowd. A thud is felt and Jigglypuff's struggling efforts are heard as the unconsious Smasher is dragged outside. Everyone else looks back onstage and waits for the next can throwing terrorist to enter
Mewtwo: walks onstage, shyly for someone so um...mewtwo likeclears his throat and speaks, normally he wouldn't talk ,but use some telepathic powers, but this occasion was diffrent I suppose I'll be reading a poem tonight, written by someone who could not make it tonight. Some of you may have heard it, or not. It was written by Emily Crane. I feel strange telling you this, but I was picked to read this out loud.he said this grimly, but continues anyway Here it goes.
Kiss
Point your lashes down and you can picture my face- I'm smiling...
Open your mouth, speak with your heart and you can see my soul- I'm waiting...
Place your arms around my waist and you can embrace my uncertainty- I'm shaking...
Press your lips against mine and try to catch me- I'm falling...
* This was truly written by a teen and I take no credit in it. If anyone who knows this person or is this person do not get mad, be happy.....you were specially picked for my fic!*
Mewtwo: Thank yourushes off stage quickly,before anyone could clap, even in the dim stage light everyone could tell he was blushing
Zelda: Who knew Mewtwo had a heart?
Sheik: at this comment Sheik began to visualize his personality. Quite and serious, which, even though she didn't know it, fit him quite perfectly
another Smasher walks on from the audiance and through the wings, and Zelda tells Sheik that it is Nana and Popo
Nana: We'll be reciting poetry too
Popo: Seemed like everyone else was, so we will too
Nana: It was also written by someone else...
Popo: That didn't want to come onstage
Nana: It's written by Vidhya Chandrasekaran
Popo: We read it and decided ourselves that it should be dedicated to....
Nana: Bowser
Popo: You'll see why
Nana: You first Popo
Popo: holds the microphone up to his mouth and begins. While he reads Nana is silently acting in the background
Minutes Like Hours
You walk into the store and stride down the aisle. You pick me up and try to look casual while you carry me down to the checkout line. Pull out your wallet, you soon will be mine. Your friends are observing every move that you make. The clerk asks for ID- you show him a fake. You quickly walk down to the front of the store. Your friends are waiting for you as you step out the door. You hop on the car and drive away from the shop. Then you shut off the ignition, and pop off my top. You take a few drinks and pass me around. That's when you decide to take a drive around town.
Nana: Popo begins to act now as they switch places
You turn on your car and put your foot on the clutch. I'm sober, you think, I didn't have very much. You pull onto the road with me by your side, Taking occasional sips as you enjoy the ride. Then the brakes on the car in front of you squeal. You try hard to stop, but lose control of the wheel. You skid off the road, and you know you have crashed. The dashboard is shattered, the windsheild is smashed.
Nana and Popo: both stand holding the microphone, speaking together
Minutes like hours, You're in treacherous pain, that washes your senses, envelopes your brain. The screams all around you are faint in your ears, as life flashes before you, your hopes and your fears. Minutes like hours, you plead and you pray, I'll never touch it again, just let me live one more day. Your mind starts to go dark, it falls apart piece by piece. And then you slip into blackness, the pain has finally ceased.
both start to speak a bit louder for them to hear
Before you entered that store, you should have thought twice, for I am the substance that cost you your life.
*(again) This was truly written by a teen and I take no credit in it. If anyone who knows this person or is this person do not get mad, be happy.....you were specially picked for my fic!*
cheering from some of the Smashers are heard and Nana and Popo bow before walking off into the right wing, and return back into the audiance
Zelda: Wow, that was touching.
Sheik: is off thinking to herself about the moment she died, when she saw Panther leaning over her, crying
Zelda: You okay?
Sheik: shakes her head and comes back into reality Yeah sure ...[ I need to relax, that's why I'm here]
Zelda: Wonder who will be next? both wait patiently with the rest of the crowd as they watch the stage for the next contestant to show him/herself
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I told you I might need the fans help. Once all the contestants are through (it'll still follow the original story line of course) I'm going to have the FANS vote on each act on a 1-10 scale. Example:(this is ONLY an example) Mewtwo: 5 Nana and Popo: 8 Next contestants act: 4 Next contestants act: 9 ect.... but that's only after all the contestants are through......*!DO NOT VOTE NOW!*...think about it until I say you may vote in one of the chapters..I'll even add all the people in the chapter that reviewed with thier votes....thanks again....
