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not own any of the characters used in this story. They are, and shall
probably always be, owned by Nintendo. Let it also be known that I do not
know why I am using this really dumb ancient medieval accent. Yuck. I have
to go wash my mouth out, hold on.
Dark Secret
Prologue
"Gee, Mewtwo, was that your best shot?" teased Yoshi as he dodged a psychic energy ball shot from the psychic Smasher.
"No," he replied, or more thought and sent telepathically," this is." And with that he sent a rather large and shockingly strong energy blast straight at the screeching Yoshi, knocking him into oblivion.
"KO," called the announcer," Mewtwo wins." But rather than congratulating his opponent or checking to see if he was okay, as is often what Smash etiquette would tell you to do, he simply turned and left the gym. It had only been a practice battle in the Smash Mansion Gymnasium, and Yoshi hadn't been expecting such a blast. (The Smashers live together in Smash Mansion, a large and state-of-the-art home able to accommodate the 26 different fighters all brought together for the love of the fight.)
"Yoshi!" cried a more thoughtful Peach, who had been watching from her training video, "BunZ of Steel"," Are you alright?" She ran over and put her hands on his shoulders, checking to make sure he was alive and conscious. "Dr. Mario, we need you now, Yoshi could be hurt."
"Coming, coming," mumbled the doctor, then louder," I'll be there in a second, hold on." He grabbed his bag from under the medical desk and ran over. "I saw the whole thing, and the worst Yoshi could have from a blast that powerful is a strong headache and perhaps the wind knocked out of him."
"I'm fine," replied Yoshi weakly," But what was his problem? Didn't he realize I was just kidding?"
Pikachu and Zelda, the only others in the gym, came over to see if he was alright, too.
"Mewtwo isn't one to joke with, Yoshi. You should know that by now," cautioned Pikachu," If you thought that was bad, you haven't seen him in his worst mood. Like when he tried to take over the world. Chu.." Pikachu shuddered at the horrible memory. (All Pokemon, plus Mr. Game & Watch, and Roy and Marth, all know English for this fic.)
"But still, he shouldn't have used such a strong blast. It was only a practice; after all, Yoshi wasn't knocking the crap out of him, so he shouldn't either. Attacks like that should be saved for real battles," countered Zelda," Besides, I think he was extremely rude afterwards too, someone should teach him a lesson. Someone like Link."
"Or Mario," said Peach.
"No, Link," retorted Zelda.
"Mario."
"Link."
"Mario."
"Link." Peach pulled back her hand for a slap and Zelda closed her hand into a fist but before Peach and Zelda could get into another of their not-so-uncommon fights, Dr. Mario interjected, asking Peach if she would mind helping him carry Yoshi on a stretcher to his room," He'll need some rest, but I think he should be okay by dinner."
Pikachu watched as they carried Yoshi down the hall to his bedroom, and slowly watched as everyone went back to their exercise areas. He kind of felt sorry for Mewtwo, it had been his idea for Mewtwo to take the test of Smashdom and become a Smasher, but he knew that he shouldn't act so high- and-mighty around the others. And so, as he walked to the showers, he let out a sigh and said to no one in particular," Mewtwo, what are you getting yourself into?"
That night at dinner, Yoshi seemed to be okay, but he avoided Mewtwo at all costs. Apparently the word of Mewtwo's fight hadn't gotten around because Kirby, a good friend of Yoshi's, asked," Gee, Yoshi, you aren't eating as much. Do you feel okay; I don't think I've ever seen you pass up a third helping?"
"Yeah, I'm fine; I guess I just lost my appetite." The dining room became quite quiet and as everyone ate in silence, Yoshi, who had noticed Mewtwo staring at him from across the table, stood up and left," I think I'm tired, its been a long day and I think I might hit the sack early tonight."
"Are you sure? We were going to watch "Return of the Zombies II" and it wouldn't be as much fun without you," said Peach, trying to cheer him up," We have popcorn and everything."
"No thanks." And with that he plodded up the staircase and they heard his door slam shut. Mewtwo knew what everybody was thinking, after all, he was a psychic.
"Mewtwo, would y-" began Link, but he was cut off by Mewtwo, who began to scream, well think loudly, into all of their heads," The weak must go, they do no good. They sit around and act as pawns for the true champions to fight with, a day shall come when those who are truly the ones shall dwell here, but until then, it sickens me to think I have the same title as some of you." And with that he sprang up, knocking over a goblet of red wine, Peach's wine, and as it ran down into her lap, she screamed. As this happened, Ness, who had been reasonably quiet for most of dinner, grew pale. The young boy psychic had felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Mewtwo's anger, Peach's scream, and the dark red liquid slowly spreading across the green tablecloth. Young Link, one of Ness's best friends, noticed his rolled back eyes, pale face, and sweat rolling down his forehead. He called out," Ness!" just before he slumped and fell from his seat. He had collapsed and now lay on the floor.
He was flying, flying through a shimmering tunnel that swirled around him, he saw things, evil things, skeletons, blood, and somehow, the word death was being called out to him. Then, as abruptly as he had been flung into this nightmare, it ended and he was lying on his back, at least a dozen faces peering into his own.
"Ness, are you alright?" asked Peach, as she wiped away the sweat with a cloth napkin.
"Yeah, I just, never mind."
"Gee," said Link," All I wanted were the mashed potatoes." No one smiled, and Link's vain attempt to try and get laughter to fill once again the Smasher Mansion failed. It hadn't always been so dreary, in fact everyone had gotten along, but someone was changing, he could feel it, but he couldn't tell who. And this change was affecting everybody, and putting them into this dreary mood that hung over them all.
"I think he had a vision," said Marth, who was standing slightly farther back than the group. Mewtwo had gone by now, and it hadn't taken Marth too long to realize what had happened," Tell us, Ness, what did you see?"
"No!" He screamed back. He didn't want to revisit where he had just been, he wanted to forget it, pretend it had never happened, but Marth was very solemn and asked again, quite calmly," What did you see?"
"Stop," shouted Samus," Can't you tell he's in pain?" But Marth asked again, and a small smile fell upon his lips, he wanted to know, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. A third time he asked, and this time, Ness opened his mouth, and said, to everyone but one's surprise," Death." He then collapsed, and Dr. Mario had him taken to the Hospital Room. He was laid him down in a bed and he fell into a fitful sleep.
He wasn't awoken until he heard Dr. Mario get up around midnight and head for his own room. He lay alone in the dark, and he was worried. Somehow he had received a vision, and it was connected with Mewtwo being angry, Peach screaming, and wine. Wine? Maybe wine represented something. Something red.... Blood. Ness became scared. Something bad was going to happen. Something extremely bad. And it was probably going to happen to Peach. He had to warn her, tell her, tell somebody, anybody.
He tiptoed up the stairs, towards the bedroom wing, where each door had a golden plate with a name above it. He walked by his own, and Mewtwo's. Just as he was about to knock on Peach's, it swung open, and there stood Peach.
"Ness? Is that you? What are you doing up here?" she asked.
"I was...You need... And Mewtwo... I just...." but somehow he couldn't explain anything, it all began to come out in a large jumble. He had to warn her, but before he could start again, she spoke," I'm just getting a glass of water from the kitchen, honey, so why don't you just go back to the Hospital Room, okay?"
Ness just nodded his head and began to run. He had made a fool of himself, and just as he was opening the door to get back into the bed, he heard what sounded like glass break and someone scream. It was Peach. Faster than he had ever run in his life he sprinted up the stairs. He prayed she wasn't dead, but it seemed she might be until he turned the corner and saw her, staring straight at the wall, then at Yoshi's door. Now he was really confused, and just as he was about to ask her why she had screamed, he realized someone had written on the wall in red paint. It was still slightly wet, and he went nearer, snd touched it. Then he realized, it wasn't paint. Someone had written a message on the wall-in blood. Peach was pale and continued screaming, and soon many of the Smashers had opened their doors to see why someone would scream at 3:00 in the middle of the night.
"What's-a wrong-a Peach?" asked Mario, emerging from his room. Luigi, who shared a room with him, also emerged and began to walk towards her but he halted, eyes on the wall. In the dark, it wasn't easy to see what he was doing, but he looked as if he were reading the wall. Ness became curious and stepped next to him. Once he had finished reading, he slowly stepped away. In blood on the wall was written:
There are some who don't belong
The weak shall be weeded out
And the strong shall inherit
What is rightfully theirs
So do not fight it
It is rightfully mine
To dispose of the frail
So that the powerful
Will be left.
"What does it mean?" asked Luigi, to no one in particular yet to everyone in the hall. All of a sudden, a scream louder than that of Peach shot out of the darkness. Everyone ran to find Zelda lying white as a ghost on the ground. The rooms were in alphabetical order, and she was right in front of Yoshi's door. Before anyone could open it further, Link burst through the slightly ajar door and picked up her limp body, nobody noticed the tears running down his cheek. Nobody but Ganondorf.
"Ha, ha, ha, did little Linky break a nail?" he joked, snorting into his hands.
"What are you talking about?" asked Young Link, since Little Link was something Zelda and Peach nicknamed him. But when he sensed something coming from his older self, he realized it was no laughing matter. He had been slowly getting mental messages from his older self, after all, they were the same person from different ages, and they were now brought together. So when he felt sadness well up inside of him, he reached for the doorknob. But as he opened the door-
"Look!" shrieked Nana, pointing not in the room but at the door. On it was, again in blood, a handprint. Just a regular handprint. But Nana realized the handprint had Yoshi written in the middle of it, and it didn't take her too long to realize what was in the room, and soon most of them did. But Dr. Mario still entered and after a couple loud thumps, and the sound of a long moan followed by a rip, he emerged with a sack made of cloth, which resembled sheets from Yoshi's bed, and inside the sack was the one thing no one wanted to believe. Smash Mansion was no longer safe, and someone was grading the Smasher's strengths. The only problem was if you were given an "F", it stood for fatal.
Questions ran like a stream, yet the only problem was each and every one of them was unanswerable. Link, Zelda, Mario, Luigi, and Peach were all in Zelda's room, it was only 4:30 in the morning but they were discussing what had happened.
"Link-a, you were-a in the room, what er-a.. happened to-a him? Could it-a be-a um... accidental?" asked Luigi, in his usual accent, yet there was a slight quiver to it. His face was paler then Link thought he had ever seen him.
"I don't think so. He was, well, spread-eagled in the middle of the carpet. His neck was severed, and blood had stopped spilling out, but you could tell he had been dead awhile. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly ajar. He was caught by surprise; it was obvious, although there was no sign of struggle. There was no way of knowing how it happened, so now, all we can hope is it was quick and painless."
Mario closed his eyes and turned his head away, Luigi whimpered and a tear rolled down his cheek. Peach put her head in her hands and shook her head. Zelda put her arm around her and slowly rocked back and forth. Link looked at the bedside clock, 4:35, and prayed to Din, Farore, and Nayru that they would all be alright. His clear blue eyes wandered to the window, and like him, the remaining 25 Smashers were awake, alone or together, wondering the exact same things. And terror was like fog, clouding the minds of all of them, except one. The one who wasn't full of terror, the one who wasn't wondering why he died, the one who wasn't wondering how he died, was right in the house. And he was proud, because after all, it wasn't often you could get away with murder. Dark cold laughter filled the Smash Mansion, echoing down the halls yet seeming to have no source.
Dark Secret
Prologue
"Gee, Mewtwo, was that your best shot?" teased Yoshi as he dodged a psychic energy ball shot from the psychic Smasher.
"No," he replied, or more thought and sent telepathically," this is." And with that he sent a rather large and shockingly strong energy blast straight at the screeching Yoshi, knocking him into oblivion.
"KO," called the announcer," Mewtwo wins." But rather than congratulating his opponent or checking to see if he was okay, as is often what Smash etiquette would tell you to do, he simply turned and left the gym. It had only been a practice battle in the Smash Mansion Gymnasium, and Yoshi hadn't been expecting such a blast. (The Smashers live together in Smash Mansion, a large and state-of-the-art home able to accommodate the 26 different fighters all brought together for the love of the fight.)
"Yoshi!" cried a more thoughtful Peach, who had been watching from her training video, "BunZ of Steel"," Are you alright?" She ran over and put her hands on his shoulders, checking to make sure he was alive and conscious. "Dr. Mario, we need you now, Yoshi could be hurt."
"Coming, coming," mumbled the doctor, then louder," I'll be there in a second, hold on." He grabbed his bag from under the medical desk and ran over. "I saw the whole thing, and the worst Yoshi could have from a blast that powerful is a strong headache and perhaps the wind knocked out of him."
"I'm fine," replied Yoshi weakly," But what was his problem? Didn't he realize I was just kidding?"
Pikachu and Zelda, the only others in the gym, came over to see if he was alright, too.
"Mewtwo isn't one to joke with, Yoshi. You should know that by now," cautioned Pikachu," If you thought that was bad, you haven't seen him in his worst mood. Like when he tried to take over the world. Chu.." Pikachu shuddered at the horrible memory. (All Pokemon, plus Mr. Game & Watch, and Roy and Marth, all know English for this fic.)
"But still, he shouldn't have used such a strong blast. It was only a practice; after all, Yoshi wasn't knocking the crap out of him, so he shouldn't either. Attacks like that should be saved for real battles," countered Zelda," Besides, I think he was extremely rude afterwards too, someone should teach him a lesson. Someone like Link."
"Or Mario," said Peach.
"No, Link," retorted Zelda.
"Mario."
"Link."
"Mario."
"Link." Peach pulled back her hand for a slap and Zelda closed her hand into a fist but before Peach and Zelda could get into another of their not-so-uncommon fights, Dr. Mario interjected, asking Peach if she would mind helping him carry Yoshi on a stretcher to his room," He'll need some rest, but I think he should be okay by dinner."
Pikachu watched as they carried Yoshi down the hall to his bedroom, and slowly watched as everyone went back to their exercise areas. He kind of felt sorry for Mewtwo, it had been his idea for Mewtwo to take the test of Smashdom and become a Smasher, but he knew that he shouldn't act so high- and-mighty around the others. And so, as he walked to the showers, he let out a sigh and said to no one in particular," Mewtwo, what are you getting yourself into?"
That night at dinner, Yoshi seemed to be okay, but he avoided Mewtwo at all costs. Apparently the word of Mewtwo's fight hadn't gotten around because Kirby, a good friend of Yoshi's, asked," Gee, Yoshi, you aren't eating as much. Do you feel okay; I don't think I've ever seen you pass up a third helping?"
"Yeah, I'm fine; I guess I just lost my appetite." The dining room became quite quiet and as everyone ate in silence, Yoshi, who had noticed Mewtwo staring at him from across the table, stood up and left," I think I'm tired, its been a long day and I think I might hit the sack early tonight."
"Are you sure? We were going to watch "Return of the Zombies II" and it wouldn't be as much fun without you," said Peach, trying to cheer him up," We have popcorn and everything."
"No thanks." And with that he plodded up the staircase and they heard his door slam shut. Mewtwo knew what everybody was thinking, after all, he was a psychic.
"Mewtwo, would y-" began Link, but he was cut off by Mewtwo, who began to scream, well think loudly, into all of their heads," The weak must go, they do no good. They sit around and act as pawns for the true champions to fight with, a day shall come when those who are truly the ones shall dwell here, but until then, it sickens me to think I have the same title as some of you." And with that he sprang up, knocking over a goblet of red wine, Peach's wine, and as it ran down into her lap, she screamed. As this happened, Ness, who had been reasonably quiet for most of dinner, grew pale. The young boy psychic had felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Mewtwo's anger, Peach's scream, and the dark red liquid slowly spreading across the green tablecloth. Young Link, one of Ness's best friends, noticed his rolled back eyes, pale face, and sweat rolling down his forehead. He called out," Ness!" just before he slumped and fell from his seat. He had collapsed and now lay on the floor.
He was flying, flying through a shimmering tunnel that swirled around him, he saw things, evil things, skeletons, blood, and somehow, the word death was being called out to him. Then, as abruptly as he had been flung into this nightmare, it ended and he was lying on his back, at least a dozen faces peering into his own.
"Ness, are you alright?" asked Peach, as she wiped away the sweat with a cloth napkin.
"Yeah, I just, never mind."
"Gee," said Link," All I wanted were the mashed potatoes." No one smiled, and Link's vain attempt to try and get laughter to fill once again the Smasher Mansion failed. It hadn't always been so dreary, in fact everyone had gotten along, but someone was changing, he could feel it, but he couldn't tell who. And this change was affecting everybody, and putting them into this dreary mood that hung over them all.
"I think he had a vision," said Marth, who was standing slightly farther back than the group. Mewtwo had gone by now, and it hadn't taken Marth too long to realize what had happened," Tell us, Ness, what did you see?"
"No!" He screamed back. He didn't want to revisit where he had just been, he wanted to forget it, pretend it had never happened, but Marth was very solemn and asked again, quite calmly," What did you see?"
"Stop," shouted Samus," Can't you tell he's in pain?" But Marth asked again, and a small smile fell upon his lips, he wanted to know, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. A third time he asked, and this time, Ness opened his mouth, and said, to everyone but one's surprise," Death." He then collapsed, and Dr. Mario had him taken to the Hospital Room. He was laid him down in a bed and he fell into a fitful sleep.
He wasn't awoken until he heard Dr. Mario get up around midnight and head for his own room. He lay alone in the dark, and he was worried. Somehow he had received a vision, and it was connected with Mewtwo being angry, Peach screaming, and wine. Wine? Maybe wine represented something. Something red.... Blood. Ness became scared. Something bad was going to happen. Something extremely bad. And it was probably going to happen to Peach. He had to warn her, tell her, tell somebody, anybody.
He tiptoed up the stairs, towards the bedroom wing, where each door had a golden plate with a name above it. He walked by his own, and Mewtwo's. Just as he was about to knock on Peach's, it swung open, and there stood Peach.
"Ness? Is that you? What are you doing up here?" she asked.
"I was...You need... And Mewtwo... I just...." but somehow he couldn't explain anything, it all began to come out in a large jumble. He had to warn her, but before he could start again, she spoke," I'm just getting a glass of water from the kitchen, honey, so why don't you just go back to the Hospital Room, okay?"
Ness just nodded his head and began to run. He had made a fool of himself, and just as he was opening the door to get back into the bed, he heard what sounded like glass break and someone scream. It was Peach. Faster than he had ever run in his life he sprinted up the stairs. He prayed she wasn't dead, but it seemed she might be until he turned the corner and saw her, staring straight at the wall, then at Yoshi's door. Now he was really confused, and just as he was about to ask her why she had screamed, he realized someone had written on the wall in red paint. It was still slightly wet, and he went nearer, snd touched it. Then he realized, it wasn't paint. Someone had written a message on the wall-in blood. Peach was pale and continued screaming, and soon many of the Smashers had opened their doors to see why someone would scream at 3:00 in the middle of the night.
"What's-a wrong-a Peach?" asked Mario, emerging from his room. Luigi, who shared a room with him, also emerged and began to walk towards her but he halted, eyes on the wall. In the dark, it wasn't easy to see what he was doing, but he looked as if he were reading the wall. Ness became curious and stepped next to him. Once he had finished reading, he slowly stepped away. In blood on the wall was written:
There are some who don't belong
The weak shall be weeded out
And the strong shall inherit
What is rightfully theirs
So do not fight it
It is rightfully mine
To dispose of the frail
So that the powerful
Will be left.
"What does it mean?" asked Luigi, to no one in particular yet to everyone in the hall. All of a sudden, a scream louder than that of Peach shot out of the darkness. Everyone ran to find Zelda lying white as a ghost on the ground. The rooms were in alphabetical order, and she was right in front of Yoshi's door. Before anyone could open it further, Link burst through the slightly ajar door and picked up her limp body, nobody noticed the tears running down his cheek. Nobody but Ganondorf.
"Ha, ha, ha, did little Linky break a nail?" he joked, snorting into his hands.
"What are you talking about?" asked Young Link, since Little Link was something Zelda and Peach nicknamed him. But when he sensed something coming from his older self, he realized it was no laughing matter. He had been slowly getting mental messages from his older self, after all, they were the same person from different ages, and they were now brought together. So when he felt sadness well up inside of him, he reached for the doorknob. But as he opened the door-
"Look!" shrieked Nana, pointing not in the room but at the door. On it was, again in blood, a handprint. Just a regular handprint. But Nana realized the handprint had Yoshi written in the middle of it, and it didn't take her too long to realize what was in the room, and soon most of them did. But Dr. Mario still entered and after a couple loud thumps, and the sound of a long moan followed by a rip, he emerged with a sack made of cloth, which resembled sheets from Yoshi's bed, and inside the sack was the one thing no one wanted to believe. Smash Mansion was no longer safe, and someone was grading the Smasher's strengths. The only problem was if you were given an "F", it stood for fatal.
Questions ran like a stream, yet the only problem was each and every one of them was unanswerable. Link, Zelda, Mario, Luigi, and Peach were all in Zelda's room, it was only 4:30 in the morning but they were discussing what had happened.
"Link-a, you were-a in the room, what er-a.. happened to-a him? Could it-a be-a um... accidental?" asked Luigi, in his usual accent, yet there was a slight quiver to it. His face was paler then Link thought he had ever seen him.
"I don't think so. He was, well, spread-eagled in the middle of the carpet. His neck was severed, and blood had stopped spilling out, but you could tell he had been dead awhile. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly ajar. He was caught by surprise; it was obvious, although there was no sign of struggle. There was no way of knowing how it happened, so now, all we can hope is it was quick and painless."
Mario closed his eyes and turned his head away, Luigi whimpered and a tear rolled down his cheek. Peach put her head in her hands and shook her head. Zelda put her arm around her and slowly rocked back and forth. Link looked at the bedside clock, 4:35, and prayed to Din, Farore, and Nayru that they would all be alright. His clear blue eyes wandered to the window, and like him, the remaining 25 Smashers were awake, alone or together, wondering the exact same things. And terror was like fog, clouding the minds of all of them, except one. The one who wasn't full of terror, the one who wasn't wondering why he died, the one who wasn't wondering how he died, was right in the house. And he was proud, because after all, it wasn't often you could get away with murder. Dark cold laughter filled the Smash Mansion, echoing down the halls yet seeming to have no source.