Woo-hoo… I'm writing the fifth episode already… (Yes, I'm the person, who is not a part of the story and wishes not to be reviewed. If you don't like me, but like the story, move along… move along…)
I realised that the names of the episodes are pretty boring… Episode 01, episode 02, very creative… So, I named them, I hope you like the named I've given!
The inspiration to this episode became from Devil May Cry. There's an enemy called "Shadow" and I thought it was really cool. It's a… no, I'm not going to say that, you'll have to find out for yourself as you read this episode or play the game. Just to make sure no one sues me for this, I don't own DMC. And I don't want to offend anyone, please don't get mad. Thanks.
To Make Things Clear for the Episode 05: Never, ever buy a painting… That's what the smashers are about to learn. I'm not an art lover really, if liking to draw doesn't count… My analysis on the paintings are made in my head, so don't try to impress anyone by memorising them…
Thank you, reviewers! Feedback is what I need!
He zora… and some vampire buddies!: Hey, it's great that you loved the episode! Vampires are annoying? Yeah, some of them. But not all. And try to survive over there, okay? Otherwise you'll never know what this episode's about!
RavenGhost: Oookay! More Marth coming up! (Marth: "Today, I have survived, but I won't survive to live after tomorrow if you keep writing about me! Help! Someone!")
Sagesumi: Well, I just couldn't kill him… Though I was planning not to wake him up anymore. But that would mean that the original "Scully" would die and I'd either need to replace him or end the whole files. Also, all you reviewers had your word on it! Wow! You actually liked the ending!? Whoah, thanks! Just a little more patience now… Young Link's so close to telling her/him his feelings… Maybe in the 2nd or the 3rd part of this episode, but his crush'll be revealed!
You, login for signed review, spent a lot of your time flaming me and that's why it had to be removed. Next time, put all that stinky stuff only about my story, okay? This is for all you flamers out there! Please, review only the story! …and we're clear! Yay!
Keep reviewing!
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EPISODE 05
Zelda carried the heavy packet from the darkening evening outside to the Smash Building, sighing loudly. She was glad she had had it painted. It was absolutely wonderful. She couldn't wait to put it on the wall and get paintings of the other smashers there too. She and Peach had planned the whole thing, they had decided to furnish the empty corridor upstairs to look cozier. But it was hard to make the smashers sit down for the artist to paint them, especially the small ones. But they had an iron mind and Peach had an iron frying pan. Nobody would say no.
"Do you need help?" Marth said. He came from the living room, holding a glass of water in his hand. His cobalt eyes looked at the packet she had brought in with a questioning look.
"If you could take this to upstairs, it would mean a lot to me." She was happy to have one gentleman in the Building who was always ready to help anyone, anytime. The princess of Hyrule smiled her kindest smile.
"Of course I can take it upstairs." The prince said with a controlled smile on his face. He put his glass on a table in the living room and came back, lifting the packet from the floor.
"Thank you, Marth." Zelda lead the way upstairs and told him where to put it down.
The prince heaved a sigh when he put the packet down and looked at the two princesses talking to each other excitedly.
"Is there anything else I can do?" he asked politely.
"No, thank you." Peach said to him with a happy smile. "But, tomorrow the artist who painted this is going to paint another portrait. Would you like to be the one he paints?"
"Uh, I have a tournament match tomorrow, otherwise I would love to." The prince knew now what was in the packet. It was either Zelda's or Peach's portrait and they were going to cover the walls of their corridor with portraits of everyone? It wouldn't look cozy then. Everything else but not cozy.
He remembered the castle he used to live before he was exiled. There were lots of corridors, huge glass paintings in the whole wall size windows and on the walls without windows the portraits of his ancestors. They all looked so stern and upright, staring at the small prince who walked through the corridor. And old paintings, their surface was uneven, giving the persons in the paintings life. Sometimes he had seen them blink, it was imagination, of course, but it had been very scary back then.
And the fashion so many centuries ago was different. Everyone wanted to be pale, almost as pale as the dead. On their milk white cheeks the red colour looked like they had been brought back from the underworld. Standing still in the portrait, staring from it to the one looking at them, they looked frightening against the dark background. They gave the onlooker a feeling they were alive, that they could walk from the painting to the world anytime.
"Marth!"
"Excuse me?" He snapped out of his thoughts. Why had he been thinking those paintings that had given him nightmares back then? These couldn't be the same, that painting was probably painted yesterday or the day before, it couldn't look old. And certainly it wouldn't scare him.
"I was asking what do you think?" The Hylian princess had removed the paper covering her picture and showed it to the prince of Althea.
Marth looked at the painting, its surface was uneven, painted with oil colours. The princess looked very much like herself, but it had the same thing as the paintings in his castle. The dark background made the princess look like she wasn't a part of the surroundings behind her.
"It's …wonderful." He said, forcing a smile on his face. If the whole corridor would be covered with these unholy images, he wouldn't sleep in his room.
Ness ran past them and wasn't as polite as Marth, he stopped, having a puzzled expression on his face.
"Who's that creepy old hag in that painting?" He asked sincerely.
"You little jerk!" Peach snapped and the iron frying pan almost hit the boy. "You don't understand anything about art, do you!?"
"I just said that it's creepy!" The psychic screamed. "Don't hit me! I'm small!!"
"You should be punished to be so mean towards Zelda!" The princess of Mushroom Kingdom scolded. "This painting looks exactly like her!"
"Go away, Ness. Come back when you aren't so mean anymore." Zelda said, her voice sounded hurt.
The small boy ran to his room, leaving Marth wide-eyed with the girls and sighed. He had really upset them. He'd apologise them tomorrow, they were way too mad at him now. He locked his room's door, just to make sure they wouldn't come inside and start shouting at him again.
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"It's… nice."
"You truly think so?" The elf turned around in the bed to look in the sapphire eyes of Roy's, rising one eyebrow.
The general avoided Link's gaze.
"That's what I thought." The Hylian touched the boy's chin, pulling him gently closer to kiss him. Their lips touched each other, then their tongues softly felt each others mouths, duelling tenderly.
"Maybe we can turn the girls' heads tomorrow." The elf closed his cerulean eyes as the kiss ended.
"Yeah, maybe." Roy answered, his voice didn't sound like he believed that they could turn their heads. "Good night."
"You too."
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The creature blinked for the first time. It had been brought to a place unfamiliar to it. The room in front of it was obviously a corridor. There were lots of doors and in the end of the corridor stairs downstairs.
Its body was still a bit stiff from being still for so long. It moved its leg to see if everything was fine and dry. When it was sure that it could move, it jumped on the floor with a silent thud. The creature stretched, it's joints snapped with a pleasured groan. Pleased with the dark freedom it had now, it pressed itself against the wall, enjoying the dark touch of it.
When the moon hid behind a cloud, the creature moved, silently and smooth, like a shadow. It's ruby eyes scanned the dark room as it moved along the corridor.
Someone put the lights on in one of the rooms and a ray of light hit the creature's dark skin. It melted and created a black puddle on the floor that flowed back to the darkness where the light couldn't reach, hoping that no one had seen it.
It waited for the lights go off, waited and waited. Someone came out of the room, walked downstairs, took something from the fridge and put it back and went back to the room where he or she had come from.
Finally the lights went off and a quiet snoring started in the room, not knowing that a large creature listened to the calm breathing. The creature stopped for a while and waited, sitting in front of the door, its dark fur fluttering in the air although there was no wind.
When nothing happened, it melted back to the puddle and flowed to the room. It stopped when it was next to the bed and the creature emerged from the puddle again. It sniffed the air around the sleeper before ripping his shadow off and swallowing it whole. It loved the absolute darkness in the room, the thick curtains didn't let a single ray of light come to it. It purred quietly as it lied on the bed, full and tired.
Ness groaned when he felt something heavy on his legs. He tried to kick it off when his legs started to feel numb, but nothing happened, he heard only a little growl. He froze in panic. After assuring himself that it had been his imagination, he finally reached for the light switch and put it on.
"What!?" Was all he could say before the creature smothered him and started, killing the light with its own darkness.
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How about that? Whooo… spoookyy… Please, review! Thanks!