(I'm warning you now. If I play my cards right, and did my counting
correctly, this story will be ending in 3 chapters. Or 2. Either way, it
will be ending soon: and in a way most of you will predict a chapter ahead
of the final paragraph, how the story is going to end. But I'm just saying,
so you won't be so shocked. So here we go!)
I shot up in bed. Masadona was screaming! Meta Knight was already halfway out the door. "Move!" I told myself. But I couldn't control when my speed really kicked in. For now I just ran.
I got past Meta Knight and shoved past others who had gotten out of their cabins. I pushed into the infirmary, and this is what I saw: My father was standing over Masadona, who was lying on the floor completely still. A scalpel was stuck shining, halfway into her head. I didn't notice then that there was no blood.
Dad turned on me, his eyes dull and lifeless. Behind them, I swear I saw movement. By instinct, the first thing I did was pick up a nearby IV stand. In my rage, I swung the hard metal rod at my father. I connected solidly with his head. I didn't know what I was doing until I heard the crack.
The pole sank sideways into his skull, and he went down hard. The people behind me made noises of disgust and amazement.
"Isn't that his own father?" some one said. But none of them could see Masadona. I stared down my father, who lay prone on the floor. Blood began to flow from the gash I had caused. Did I just kill my father?
No. He sat up. Thin, hair-like wires bridged the gash, and pulled the skin together. The dent I'd made pushed back out. "Dad?" I cried in confusion.
His grin was not his own. His hand muscle corded hands reached out for me, and a demonic, mechanical voice nothing like his own rumbled from his throat. "Come here son, and give your father a hug!" Hot tears of anger, confusion and sadness rushed down my cheeks. The creature pretending to be my dad changed pace.
"You wuss! You sissy! Look at you, bawling like a baby! You'll never be strong enough to battle NME!" I stopped crying. Meta Knight's presence had filled my head. ("I don't want you to listen to him. This is your father, though not for much longer. In the short time we've been here, I've discovered the problem.") The man in front of me was beginning to froth at the mouth. The froth was pinkish. Was he bleeding inside?
("Your father is being controlled by a creature called ZAPP. I read its program through your father's mind. It's growing inside of his head like a tumor, replacing his brain quickly. I'm sorry Magnum, but it's too late to save him. He has to be destroyed, or he will try to kill every one.") I understood, but I didn't want too. Meta Knight handed me his sword from behind. I took it.
Dad/ZAPP took one look at the sword, and grinned wider. "Now the baby is going to fight me! Going to fight me with a little toy, baby?" It mocked. I could hear my father's tenor voice underneath the mechanical buzz.
"I'm sorry, father. I really am. But this is what I must do." I set my face into a grimace. There was no turning back. I, after Meta Knight's message, had gone into my father's head. ZAPP wasn't just destroying his brain; it had completely replaced it. It had reached through his entire body with its wires, and was tearing him apart.
"What do you mean, 'what you must do'?" He asked, that horrible grin plastered to his face. I made my move. He spoke again. "I think your bluffing. You'd never hurt dear old da-" He never finished that sentence. The grin dropped off his face, and a seam appeared in the middle of his head. It spread, widening the entire time, down his neck, and chest, to his feat. My father split neatly down the middle. Both halves parted from each other, and fell to opposite sides. Wires like tiny snakes writhed up from the halves, then lied still. It was dead. I didn't want to take any chances though.
I raised the sword again, and let my energy flow into it. The room glowed blindingly white. I touched the tip to each of the parted slices, and let the energy out slowly. The split corpse burst into an unnatural blue flame. It then disappeared, with no fanfare or noise. My father was dead, and I had killed him.
I turned about. Everyone watching, even Marthen, stared at me. I met They're stares, and forced them to look away. I walked over to Masadona, and put my hand around the knife, which had gone in directly above her right eye. "Stop Magnum, I can do it myself." I jumped back.
"Hey!" I shouted. Masadona yanked out the scalpel, and shook her head. She rubbed at the cut, feeling it carefully. "This is going to be hard to fix . . ." she murmured. "Are you OK?" she asked me, seeing the look on my face.
"You, But, I . . ." I jabbered. She stared at me. "Half of my head is mechanical, I told you that. He hit the radio, that's all." Meta Knight sent to me. ("We would have killed him eventually. It's only fortunate you did it now. I'll explain to the others. You get back to the room and get dressed properly. We're going to leave soon.")
I clasped my cloak around my shoulders, and picked up my belt. I buckled it around my waist, and sat on my bed. A moment passed.
"AAAAAAUUUUUGHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I dropped to the floor. The pain! This was far worse than when my legs were torn off. It was like fire, knives and poison: it was a throbbing, hellish pain. It started from my waist and spread out. I stared down at my midsection. My belt had cut in half from the pouch where I'd stuck the chip the day before. The warpstar was visible through the hole in the belt pouch: The chip was not. I tore at the bottom of my shirt, and managed to pull it up. Spreading across my abdomen at an alarming rate was a network of wires like vericose veins beneath my skin.
("META KNIGHT!") I screamed mentally. I screamed his name over and over, both telepathically and out loud. The wires spread up my chest and across my back, again out of sight. The wires nearer my waist had sunk even deeper into me, invisible to the casual eye. But I could feel them, bonding and growing inside of me. The door to the cabin exploded in. Meta Knight gazed down at me with panicked eyes.
"Magnum, NO!" he yelled. The wires spread up my neck, and I felt them piercing the back of my skull. A soothing voice came into my mind.
"Don't fight, I'll make it better, let me get rid of the pain . . ." it was my mother's voice. "I'll make it all better for you Magnum." I lost myself in the pain. The last thing I heard was the voice.
(Meta Knight) "Magnum! Fight it!" I reached to his mind. There was nothing there. I couldn't make contact with all of the mechanical interference. He stood up, and cast me a wry glance. "Good by, dear teacher." He said sarcastically. His eyes glowed bright, yet they seemed so lifeless. His eyes were cold. He took a step towards the door, and disappeared.
(Masadona) I stepped outside. I had patched the hole in my head. I decided I didn't need to replace the radio. I gazed up, and saw a shadow looming over the top of the mountain. I took it for a cloud. It seemed to be waiting. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. Magnum spun me around. "Magnum?!" I cried out.
He kissed me hard. I stared into his eyes. It wasn't Magnum. I gave a muffled scream. I tried to shove away, but he pushed harder. He was suffocating me!
He pressed in, holding the back of my head. Just as fast as it started, it stopped. He released me and laughed. Not his laugh: It was the laugh of the cold, mechanical thing his father had become. "I'll come back for you!" He yelled. I shivered at those words, knowing they were true. He disappeared, leaving nothing but for one thing: The laughter lingered in my mind.
I stared at the spot where he had stood. I turned my gaze though, when I saw the bushes moving. Mandela charged out of the brush at me, and knocked me to the ground. His once plain black eyes were rolled up into his head, showing nothing but the whites. "HELP ME!" I screamed. But no one would come.
(In the cabin room, Meta Knight picked up Magnum's discarded belt. The warpstar had turned a strange, platinum color. Though it still shined, it no longer glowed. It was ice cold. Meta Knight rummaged through the other pouches. He found an old wrinkled note. It was from Claris. He read it over, and gazed out the porthole. "Which will it be then?" He whispered to himself. "The dark or the light . . . ?")
(At the top of the mountain, Magnum, now ZAPP stopped. The huge shadow swung down to greet him. Its crimson eyes stared into his, and it recognized its servant. "Ah, ZAPP." NME said. "How was your test drive with your new subject's father?"
"Fine, but he's dead." NME laughed. To those down at the base, it sounded like thunder. "We'll have to fix it so that you can use this body longer. It seems to have some abilities worth keeping." ZAPP chuckled and flexed his new arms. "Yes, it is a good form."
"Come." Said NME. "Now that the last obstacle is gone, we can move on. It is finally time to destroy this pitiful world. If not for Kirby, I would have only conquered it. But because of his past ignorance, we shall decimate this planet." NME enveloped his new servant, and they both flew into the sky, heading towards the ruins of Cappy Town.)
(How's that for a chapter ending? Things are getting strange all right. Keep on reading, and tell me whether or not YOU think I should make a sequel! You'll be begging me too anyway, when you read the last words to the last chapter. Cya later!)
I shot up in bed. Masadona was screaming! Meta Knight was already halfway out the door. "Move!" I told myself. But I couldn't control when my speed really kicked in. For now I just ran.
I got past Meta Knight and shoved past others who had gotten out of their cabins. I pushed into the infirmary, and this is what I saw: My father was standing over Masadona, who was lying on the floor completely still. A scalpel was stuck shining, halfway into her head. I didn't notice then that there was no blood.
Dad turned on me, his eyes dull and lifeless. Behind them, I swear I saw movement. By instinct, the first thing I did was pick up a nearby IV stand. In my rage, I swung the hard metal rod at my father. I connected solidly with his head. I didn't know what I was doing until I heard the crack.
The pole sank sideways into his skull, and he went down hard. The people behind me made noises of disgust and amazement.
"Isn't that his own father?" some one said. But none of them could see Masadona. I stared down my father, who lay prone on the floor. Blood began to flow from the gash I had caused. Did I just kill my father?
No. He sat up. Thin, hair-like wires bridged the gash, and pulled the skin together. The dent I'd made pushed back out. "Dad?" I cried in confusion.
His grin was not his own. His hand muscle corded hands reached out for me, and a demonic, mechanical voice nothing like his own rumbled from his throat. "Come here son, and give your father a hug!" Hot tears of anger, confusion and sadness rushed down my cheeks. The creature pretending to be my dad changed pace.
"You wuss! You sissy! Look at you, bawling like a baby! You'll never be strong enough to battle NME!" I stopped crying. Meta Knight's presence had filled my head. ("I don't want you to listen to him. This is your father, though not for much longer. In the short time we've been here, I've discovered the problem.") The man in front of me was beginning to froth at the mouth. The froth was pinkish. Was he bleeding inside?
("Your father is being controlled by a creature called ZAPP. I read its program through your father's mind. It's growing inside of his head like a tumor, replacing his brain quickly. I'm sorry Magnum, but it's too late to save him. He has to be destroyed, or he will try to kill every one.") I understood, but I didn't want too. Meta Knight handed me his sword from behind. I took it.
Dad/ZAPP took one look at the sword, and grinned wider. "Now the baby is going to fight me! Going to fight me with a little toy, baby?" It mocked. I could hear my father's tenor voice underneath the mechanical buzz.
"I'm sorry, father. I really am. But this is what I must do." I set my face into a grimace. There was no turning back. I, after Meta Knight's message, had gone into my father's head. ZAPP wasn't just destroying his brain; it had completely replaced it. It had reached through his entire body with its wires, and was tearing him apart.
"What do you mean, 'what you must do'?" He asked, that horrible grin plastered to his face. I made my move. He spoke again. "I think your bluffing. You'd never hurt dear old da-" He never finished that sentence. The grin dropped off his face, and a seam appeared in the middle of his head. It spread, widening the entire time, down his neck, and chest, to his feat. My father split neatly down the middle. Both halves parted from each other, and fell to opposite sides. Wires like tiny snakes writhed up from the halves, then lied still. It was dead. I didn't want to take any chances though.
I raised the sword again, and let my energy flow into it. The room glowed blindingly white. I touched the tip to each of the parted slices, and let the energy out slowly. The split corpse burst into an unnatural blue flame. It then disappeared, with no fanfare or noise. My father was dead, and I had killed him.
I turned about. Everyone watching, even Marthen, stared at me. I met They're stares, and forced them to look away. I walked over to Masadona, and put my hand around the knife, which had gone in directly above her right eye. "Stop Magnum, I can do it myself." I jumped back.
"Hey!" I shouted. Masadona yanked out the scalpel, and shook her head. She rubbed at the cut, feeling it carefully. "This is going to be hard to fix . . ." she murmured. "Are you OK?" she asked me, seeing the look on my face.
"You, But, I . . ." I jabbered. She stared at me. "Half of my head is mechanical, I told you that. He hit the radio, that's all." Meta Knight sent to me. ("We would have killed him eventually. It's only fortunate you did it now. I'll explain to the others. You get back to the room and get dressed properly. We're going to leave soon.")
I clasped my cloak around my shoulders, and picked up my belt. I buckled it around my waist, and sat on my bed. A moment passed.
"AAAAAAUUUUUGHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I dropped to the floor. The pain! This was far worse than when my legs were torn off. It was like fire, knives and poison: it was a throbbing, hellish pain. It started from my waist and spread out. I stared down at my midsection. My belt had cut in half from the pouch where I'd stuck the chip the day before. The warpstar was visible through the hole in the belt pouch: The chip was not. I tore at the bottom of my shirt, and managed to pull it up. Spreading across my abdomen at an alarming rate was a network of wires like vericose veins beneath my skin.
("META KNIGHT!") I screamed mentally. I screamed his name over and over, both telepathically and out loud. The wires spread up my chest and across my back, again out of sight. The wires nearer my waist had sunk even deeper into me, invisible to the casual eye. But I could feel them, bonding and growing inside of me. The door to the cabin exploded in. Meta Knight gazed down at me with panicked eyes.
"Magnum, NO!" he yelled. The wires spread up my neck, and I felt them piercing the back of my skull. A soothing voice came into my mind.
"Don't fight, I'll make it better, let me get rid of the pain . . ." it was my mother's voice. "I'll make it all better for you Magnum." I lost myself in the pain. The last thing I heard was the voice.
(Meta Knight) "Magnum! Fight it!" I reached to his mind. There was nothing there. I couldn't make contact with all of the mechanical interference. He stood up, and cast me a wry glance. "Good by, dear teacher." He said sarcastically. His eyes glowed bright, yet they seemed so lifeless. His eyes were cold. He took a step towards the door, and disappeared.
(Masadona) I stepped outside. I had patched the hole in my head. I decided I didn't need to replace the radio. I gazed up, and saw a shadow looming over the top of the mountain. I took it for a cloud. It seemed to be waiting. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. Magnum spun me around. "Magnum?!" I cried out.
He kissed me hard. I stared into his eyes. It wasn't Magnum. I gave a muffled scream. I tried to shove away, but he pushed harder. He was suffocating me!
He pressed in, holding the back of my head. Just as fast as it started, it stopped. He released me and laughed. Not his laugh: It was the laugh of the cold, mechanical thing his father had become. "I'll come back for you!" He yelled. I shivered at those words, knowing they were true. He disappeared, leaving nothing but for one thing: The laughter lingered in my mind.
I stared at the spot where he had stood. I turned my gaze though, when I saw the bushes moving. Mandela charged out of the brush at me, and knocked me to the ground. His once plain black eyes were rolled up into his head, showing nothing but the whites. "HELP ME!" I screamed. But no one would come.
(In the cabin room, Meta Knight picked up Magnum's discarded belt. The warpstar had turned a strange, platinum color. Though it still shined, it no longer glowed. It was ice cold. Meta Knight rummaged through the other pouches. He found an old wrinkled note. It was from Claris. He read it over, and gazed out the porthole. "Which will it be then?" He whispered to himself. "The dark or the light . . . ?")
(At the top of the mountain, Magnum, now ZAPP stopped. The huge shadow swung down to greet him. Its crimson eyes stared into his, and it recognized its servant. "Ah, ZAPP." NME said. "How was your test drive with your new subject's father?"
"Fine, but he's dead." NME laughed. To those down at the base, it sounded like thunder. "We'll have to fix it so that you can use this body longer. It seems to have some abilities worth keeping." ZAPP chuckled and flexed his new arms. "Yes, it is a good form."
"Come." Said NME. "Now that the last obstacle is gone, we can move on. It is finally time to destroy this pitiful world. If not for Kirby, I would have only conquered it. But because of his past ignorance, we shall decimate this planet." NME enveloped his new servant, and they both flew into the sky, heading towards the ruins of Cappy Town.)
(How's that for a chapter ending? Things are getting strange all right. Keep on reading, and tell me whether or not YOU think I should make a sequel! You'll be begging me too anyway, when you read the last words to the last chapter. Cya later!)