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Super Smash League (revised): Chapter 3: Regaining Hope

I wake up, if you would call it that. I blacked out an hour ago. Why, I don't know. Apparently, I woke up with perfect timing, because I can hear the evil one floating into the room, murmuring to himself. I can just barely make out what he's saying. . .

"They've started already. . . Got to turn on the monitor. . . Got to watch the battle. . ."

A sudden burst of static fills the rooms as he turns on what seems to be a monitor screen. A huge crowd cheers. The first battle must be starting. Then, I hear Zelda's voice, and she sounds excited.

"Link! You're okay!"

What? What does she mean? I'm not okay! I'm dying, and she knows it!

"Don't be stupid, Zelda!" Samus's voice calls out. "You know what happened last year!"

Oh, now I understand what's going on. Last year, Zelda was fighting a clone of me, and she thought it was me, so she refused to fight him. He defeated her, and we had to start the tournament over. I hope she doesn't make the same mistake now. . . The real announcer starts the battle.

"Ready. . . GO!"

After several minutes of battling, my clone cries out, " Wait, stop! You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

What a phony! He's trying to trick Zelda! Oh, please don't fall for it, Zelda! I can hear the voices of the other fighters, telling her not to believe him. Then the crowd gasps. The clone screams as he falls upwards. Then the crowd cheers. Zelda did it!

"Game Set! This game's winner is. . . Zelda!"

Oh, I'm so relieved. Of course, I'm not surprised she could tell the difference between me and a fake. . . Wait. . . Maybe there is hope for me. . . Maybe they'll come despite what the evil one said. . . But if I'm dead when they get here. . . It'll be like a disappointment. . . I can't let the others down. . . I can't die. . . There's hope, I know there is. . . After a minute, the evil one speaks.

"So, they got through the first battle. . . Still, they'll never make it in time, so don't hope for anything."

Yeah, yeah, sure, say whatever you want! I don't care what you say anymore! They'll come, I'm sure they will! Besides, they are my only hope of surviving. . . . . . . .

I think five hours pass. My condition is getting worse. Every time I try to take a breath, there's this horrible pain in my chest, like someone's stabbing it. Some of the time, I want to die. I want all this pain to be over. But I know I can't. I have to stay alive so they can rescue me. Speaking of them, I wonder where they are?. . . Suddenly, I hear yelling from the evil one. He comes into the room and addresses me.

"Well, I guess your fellow fighters are better than I expected. . . They got through the tournament quite fast. . . I'll just have to speed up the process. . ."

What does he mean, "speed up the process?". . . Oh, no. . . I hope he's not going to kill me now. He hits a switch. Then, something slices through my forehead like a knife, but it's hot. It must be a bolt of lighting. . . . .Oh my god. . . . . It leaves a huge cut on my forehead, and the blood dripping down from it stings my eyes. I can even taste it floating into my mouth. I try to moan, but I'm too weak. . . . Oh, no. . . It won't stop flowing! I'm going to bleed to death! No. . . No, I'm not giving up! I'm not going to die! The evil one seems surprised.

"No one has ever lasted as long as you! Why? Why are you still alive? Why won't you die!?"

*Because my friends are counting on me to stay alive, that's why! *

"I'll tell you one more time, they're not coming!"

Whoa. . . . Did he just read my mind? How creepy. . . Well, now I know how to communicate with him.

*I know they'll come! They're depending on me to not die, and I won't let them down! *

"You are one pathetic being!"

*I could say the same thing about you! *

"What the hell do you mean!?"

*Look at you! You know they're going to come, and you're just trying to kill me faster so your plan will work! *

"Shut up, you pathetic mortal!"

*Nobody's pathetic, except for you! *

"That's it, I've had enough of you!"

He hits the switch again, and the bolt forms a cut on my arm.

*Pathetic. . . *

"SHUT UP!!!!"

He hits it again, and there's another cut on my other arm.

*Just admit it! You're going to be the one who loses in the end! *

"ARRGH!!!!!"

He flips another switch.

"Nobody calls me pathetic!"

That's the last thing I hear before I black out. . .

A/N: Hi. Oh, god, am I tired. Yeah, I know, I combined two chapters from the original into one. Link doesn't know about the conversations outside his orb, y'know. Oh, and that dude who's been reviewing (sorry, I forgot your name. I'm very forgetful), thanks so much for your support. ^_^ For the rest of you, REVIEW!!!!!!