"Who are you?" shouted Meta Knight. The false Meta Knight whom
had given me my death-wound laughed uproariously . . . The same high,
lilting laughter of NME himself. "I'm you, of course! I'm taking the place
you refused to accept . . . The leader of NME's new army!" His laughter
rang in my battered head, pounding my mind like thunder. He seemed to take
notice of me, but he made no sign that he cared. I wondered again what his
look for Dimitri was. He knew what I thought. "You fool." He muttered. I
assumed he was talking to me. "I looked at him like that because he was a
threat to my power!" After this announcement, he turned back to the true
Meta Knight.
I forced my self through my agony to the wall on my left, and began crawling ignored in the dark to Magnum's side. Magnum's breath was quiet but heavy. . . it was moist and ragged, as if he was torn up inside: and I could only faintly hear his heart, which was beating unevenly. I rolled over so that I was lying by his side. "Magnum. . . " I whispered. I heard no response. "Magnum. . ." I clutched his hand. "Magnum, wake up, this is important. . ." I heard a small groan of pain, and I felt Magnum's awareness reach out to me.
"Master Kirby?" He croaked out. He coughed and a small mist of blood from his innards rained down on me. "Magnum, I'm dying. . ." I whispered. He gave a colorless chuckle. "Join the club." He replied. "No, Magnum" I said with a sudden vehemence, like I had caught him doing something wrong. I felt his confusion, and softened my tone. "You're going to live." I told him.
"How do you know?" He murmured. "I'm giving you my life." I felt a jolt of shock and pain in his mind, and pondered if Meta Knight had shared a strong mental connection with me like this in the moments before his death in the war so long ago. "What do you mean?" he choked. I dug into my blood-crusted shoulder strap and pulled out my dimming Warp Star. "See this?" I asked quietly, and held it over his face, my arm shivering with strain. "What is it?" He asked confusedly. I could under stand if he wasn't impressed. Compared to it's once brilliant light, it was practically dead. . . Like me. It's light flickered. "My Warp Star." I told him. "It's light represents my life, my power. As I am dying, it to fades. . . but I'm passing it to you. Using what is left of my life force, it will heal you, renew you. You will come to understand how it's other powers work on your own. . . You have the spirit required to be a true Star Warrior." I pressed it into his hand. He shoved it back.
"But you'll die!" He cried softly. He coughed again, and I absorbed the pain that streaked like poison through his chest. "But you need to live." I replied. "I've fought my part in the war. It's your turn. I can guarantee that you will suffer for your part, but you may end up saving what is left of Popstar. . . your going to continue a legacy of death and freedom, and I'm sorry to say that your chapter will be written in blood. But you need to understand. . . with out you, millions will die."
I pushed it back into his hand, and this time he accepted it. "I'll miss you. . .," He said quietly. "Remember, you may be the last hope. . . Never give up. If you die, it's all over. But you'll know when to pass the star on." I turned back to the strangely still Meta Knights, and wondered why they were both staring out of the hole into the night sky. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash as the Warp Star's light returned at full force. I felt a tug at the remaining energy in my body, and I let go of it. I sighed silently and drifted up with the wind. Looking down, I saw Magnum sitting up, holding what looked like a small sun in his tear-wetted hands. Next to him was a dark, still form that I knew was the body I left behind. I flew into the sky; all conscious thought beginning to drain away. I felt something coming, And wasn't sure of what it was, but I had a feeling that I knew what it was. I heard its name, and didn't quite understand it. 'Federation II'. It didn't mean any thing to me at first, but by the time I understood, it didn't matter. I was gone. . . and I no longer had a part in this fight. I had finally died, and a new legacy was starting.
(I'm sorry that chapter was so short, but I would like to end it here for a moment of reverent silence in honor of the late Star Warrior, Kirby. I give many thanks to those who will proceed to join me in this moment of remembrance. Also, heads up on the next chapter; Magnum is going to undergo some serious changes . . . and so are his friends. And what part is the real Meta Knight going to play in the growing battle? Also, Tiff will be joining the scene! Please review and NO FLAMES PLEASE! It was file Case CRSYTALDA/#17104's Idea to kill off Kirby. I was going to give him a quiet death. . . )
I forced my self through my agony to the wall on my left, and began crawling ignored in the dark to Magnum's side. Magnum's breath was quiet but heavy. . . it was moist and ragged, as if he was torn up inside: and I could only faintly hear his heart, which was beating unevenly. I rolled over so that I was lying by his side. "Magnum. . . " I whispered. I heard no response. "Magnum. . ." I clutched his hand. "Magnum, wake up, this is important. . ." I heard a small groan of pain, and I felt Magnum's awareness reach out to me.
"Master Kirby?" He croaked out. He coughed and a small mist of blood from his innards rained down on me. "Magnum, I'm dying. . ." I whispered. He gave a colorless chuckle. "Join the club." He replied. "No, Magnum" I said with a sudden vehemence, like I had caught him doing something wrong. I felt his confusion, and softened my tone. "You're going to live." I told him.
"How do you know?" He murmured. "I'm giving you my life." I felt a jolt of shock and pain in his mind, and pondered if Meta Knight had shared a strong mental connection with me like this in the moments before his death in the war so long ago. "What do you mean?" he choked. I dug into my blood-crusted shoulder strap and pulled out my dimming Warp Star. "See this?" I asked quietly, and held it over his face, my arm shivering with strain. "What is it?" He asked confusedly. I could under stand if he wasn't impressed. Compared to it's once brilliant light, it was practically dead. . . Like me. It's light flickered. "My Warp Star." I told him. "It's light represents my life, my power. As I am dying, it to fades. . . but I'm passing it to you. Using what is left of my life force, it will heal you, renew you. You will come to understand how it's other powers work on your own. . . You have the spirit required to be a true Star Warrior." I pressed it into his hand. He shoved it back.
"But you'll die!" He cried softly. He coughed again, and I absorbed the pain that streaked like poison through his chest. "But you need to live." I replied. "I've fought my part in the war. It's your turn. I can guarantee that you will suffer for your part, but you may end up saving what is left of Popstar. . . your going to continue a legacy of death and freedom, and I'm sorry to say that your chapter will be written in blood. But you need to understand. . . with out you, millions will die."
I pushed it back into his hand, and this time he accepted it. "I'll miss you. . .," He said quietly. "Remember, you may be the last hope. . . Never give up. If you die, it's all over. But you'll know when to pass the star on." I turned back to the strangely still Meta Knights, and wondered why they were both staring out of the hole into the night sky. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash as the Warp Star's light returned at full force. I felt a tug at the remaining energy in my body, and I let go of it. I sighed silently and drifted up with the wind. Looking down, I saw Magnum sitting up, holding what looked like a small sun in his tear-wetted hands. Next to him was a dark, still form that I knew was the body I left behind. I flew into the sky; all conscious thought beginning to drain away. I felt something coming, And wasn't sure of what it was, but I had a feeling that I knew what it was. I heard its name, and didn't quite understand it. 'Federation II'. It didn't mean any thing to me at first, but by the time I understood, it didn't matter. I was gone. . . and I no longer had a part in this fight. I had finally died, and a new legacy was starting.
(I'm sorry that chapter was so short, but I would like to end it here for a moment of reverent silence in honor of the late Star Warrior, Kirby. I give many thanks to those who will proceed to join me in this moment of remembrance. Also, heads up on the next chapter; Magnum is going to undergo some serious changes . . . and so are his friends. And what part is the real Meta Knight going to play in the growing battle? Also, Tiff will be joining the scene! Please review and NO FLAMES PLEASE! It was file Case CRSYTALDA/#17104's Idea to kill off Kirby. I was going to give him a quiet death. . . )