A/N: I'm just warning you guys ahead of time- This is a super
dramatic chapter.
Link: Oh. . . I can't wait!
Marth: Then let's get it started!
Super Smash League: Chapter 4: It's Worse Than You Think
Link and Marth left the arenas.
"Thanks, Marth."
"No prob. You learn fast, so it was easy."
"Yeah. . . Hey, Marth?"
"What?"
"You think we'll win the championship?" He smiled slyly.
Marth shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. There are other good teams here, but I think we have a good chance."
Link nodded. "You're pretty lucky to have the champion as your partner, aren't you?" He smiled that same sly smile.
"Oh, I see how it is," Marth smiled. "At the beginning, you were all modest. But now you're bragging!"
Link just laughed. Marth playfully elbowed him and laughed too. Link's laugh was soon replaced by a yawn, as he stretched out his tired arms over his head and rubbed his eyes.
"You look exhausted, Link." said Marth, concerned.
"Mmm-hmm. . ." Link nodded tiredly, then yawned again. "I worked up quite a bit of sweat today."
"No kidding." Soon, Marth started yawning. "Aw, now you got me yawning, too!"
"You always gotta watch out- Yawns are contagious."
They both laughed lightly and approached the doors of their dorms, which were right next to each other.
"Night, Marth."
"Night, Link."
They each walked in. Link was so glad to throw off his sweaty tunic and shirt. He threw on a sleeveless tank top and collapsed on his bed. With that, he quickly fell asleep.
~*~
Link stood in the Final Destination arena. How did he get here? And where were his weapons? He was left defenseless. At first, he was alone. That is, until a few familiar figures appeared. They were the three last beings he ever wanted to see.
Giga Bowser, Master Hand, and Crazy Hand.
Link's eyes widened with horror. They approached him slowly, laughing evilly. The laughing quickly got louder, and Link backed away. He tried to run away, but suddenly, Giga Bowser pounced like a cat and grabbed him. Link struggled wildly to get free, but his efforts were in vain. The three cackled in glee at his pathetic effort to get away. Finally, he gave in, lowering his head in defeat.
"Look at you. Simply pathetic."
He slowly looked up to see Crazy Hand, hovering right in front of him.
"What the hell do you want from me!?" Link shouted with another violent struggle.
"Nothing would be more satisfying for us than to see you suffer! Master Hand, my brother, get the orb ready. . ."
"NO!" screamed Link. He was now fighting for his life, but he had no chance against the large mutated form of Bowser. His cries for help drastically begged for a soul to hear. Suddenly, there was a flash, then darkness. Link began to panic. He knew what had happened, but didn't want to believe it. He could hear the three circling him, laughing.
"Brothers, he looks a bit boring in that orb. . ."
"Shall we do something to spice it up?"
"Yes, and I know just what to do. . ."
Suddenly, his black vision turned red. Blood red. He could hear something sharp tearing into his flesh. His body became numb, but he drastically held on to whatever consciousness he had left. That's when he saw an image among the red tapestry. The three evil ones danced around the orb, roaring with their evil laughter. There he was, inside the orb, a bleeding mess. Link tried his hardest to block off this image, but it remained there, fixed in his mind for him to see no matter what he did. He had lost hope. He felt himself slowly slipping away. . .
~*~
"NO!!!" Link shouted and his eyes shot open. He sat up quickly, gasping for air.
"Hey, hey! Calm down, Link!" Marth grabbed his shoulder, trying to calm them down. "Are you okay?"
Link stared blankly ahead, eyes wide with horror. His tired heart was racing in his chest, and he was still gasping for air. Marth stared at him, shocked and concerned. He took a damp cloth and wiped the sweat from Link's forehead, hoping it would calm him down. Finally, Link calmed down and looked up at Marth with a scared look on his face.
"Are you okay?" Marth asked again. "You were screaming in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare or something?"
Link hesitated, but then nodded. ". . . It was them. . . They. . . They put me in the orb. . . Blood. . . everywhere. . ." He said in a shaky voice. He held on to his sheets, which were soaked from his sweat.
Marth looked at him, horrified. He had never seen Link this scared or timid before. And it was all just a dream about the orb. He slightly scowled and shook Link back and forth.
"Come on, Link, snap out of it! It was only a dream!"
Link pushed him back. "No, you don't understand!"
"Yes, I do. I was put in that orb, too. I understand."
"NO YOU DON'T!!!"
This sudden burst of rage surprised Marth. He stared at Link, who scowled fiercely at him. His cold, hard eyes soon turned apologetic, and he turned away.
"I-I'm sorry. . . I just. . ."
"No, I'm sorry. . . Go ahead. . ."
Link slowly turned back to him. He then sighed deeply and began to speak.
". . . I was in that orb for ten hours straight. . . But it wasn't just the electricity, oh no, it was more then that. . . The Crazy Hand. . . He. . . He wouldn't stop insulting me. . . He discouraged me, convincing me that there was no hope. . . Told me to just accept my fate. . . I chose to listen to him. . . I gave up hope at first. . . I didn't know why I was still hanging on. . . Until I finally received a small spark of hope. . . But even then, he pressed the torture further. . . That's where the injuries came from. . ."
Marth looked at him, silent. With his matted hair and sleeveless shirt, it was easy to see Link's scars on his arms and forehead. He would be carrying those scars for the rest of his life.
". . . I finally lost consciousness. . . And for a while, I thought I was dead. . . I thought I was gone. . . I. . . was dead. . ."
Tears filled his eyes, though he tried his best to choke them back. Marth was left speechless. No one else had told him about any of this maniacal torture.
No one else knew.
"Dear god. . ." he softly whispered. "I. . . I don't know what to say. . . I'm sorry, Link. . ."
"Don't be," Link said, looking back at Marth. "You experienced it too. . . Thankfully it wasn't as bad as mine. . ."
"Link, no one deserves such anguish, especially not you."
"Now you know why he's called the Crazy Hand."
The mention of that name made Marth boil with anger.
"Crazy Hand. . . That sick bastard was worse than Bowser!"
Link didn't respond. He deeply sighed. Marth wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Link, before, I didn't know how bad it really was for you. . . Now I do. And I just want to say that I'm here for you. If you have any problems with this again, you can always come to me."
Link looked up at Marth, and for the first time since he woke up, he smiled. "Thank you so much, Marth."
"I wish I could do more for you. . ."
"Marth, being a friend who's willing to listen is more than I could ever ask for."
Marth smiled and got up. "Try to get some sleep, okay?"
Link nodded, pulling his (now dry) sheets over himself and quickly fell asleep. Marth stood in the doorway, looked back at Link, and slowly closed the door.
Sleep well, my friend. . . Tomorrow's another day. . .
A/N: Damn. . .
Link: Damn. . .
Marth: Damn. . .
All Three: Dramatic. . .
Marth: I have to admit, NN, THAT was stunning.
Link: That nightmare scared me. . . (shiver)
Well, I'm glad you two enjoyed it. I hope you readers do too! Review!!!!!
Link: Oh. . . I can't wait!
Marth: Then let's get it started!
Super Smash League: Chapter 4: It's Worse Than You Think
Link and Marth left the arenas.
"Thanks, Marth."
"No prob. You learn fast, so it was easy."
"Yeah. . . Hey, Marth?"
"What?"
"You think we'll win the championship?" He smiled slyly.
Marth shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. There are other good teams here, but I think we have a good chance."
Link nodded. "You're pretty lucky to have the champion as your partner, aren't you?" He smiled that same sly smile.
"Oh, I see how it is," Marth smiled. "At the beginning, you were all modest. But now you're bragging!"
Link just laughed. Marth playfully elbowed him and laughed too. Link's laugh was soon replaced by a yawn, as he stretched out his tired arms over his head and rubbed his eyes.
"You look exhausted, Link." said Marth, concerned.
"Mmm-hmm. . ." Link nodded tiredly, then yawned again. "I worked up quite a bit of sweat today."
"No kidding." Soon, Marth started yawning. "Aw, now you got me yawning, too!"
"You always gotta watch out- Yawns are contagious."
They both laughed lightly and approached the doors of their dorms, which were right next to each other.
"Night, Marth."
"Night, Link."
They each walked in. Link was so glad to throw off his sweaty tunic and shirt. He threw on a sleeveless tank top and collapsed on his bed. With that, he quickly fell asleep.
~*~
Link stood in the Final Destination arena. How did he get here? And where were his weapons? He was left defenseless. At first, he was alone. That is, until a few familiar figures appeared. They were the three last beings he ever wanted to see.
Giga Bowser, Master Hand, and Crazy Hand.
Link's eyes widened with horror. They approached him slowly, laughing evilly. The laughing quickly got louder, and Link backed away. He tried to run away, but suddenly, Giga Bowser pounced like a cat and grabbed him. Link struggled wildly to get free, but his efforts were in vain. The three cackled in glee at his pathetic effort to get away. Finally, he gave in, lowering his head in defeat.
"Look at you. Simply pathetic."
He slowly looked up to see Crazy Hand, hovering right in front of him.
"What the hell do you want from me!?" Link shouted with another violent struggle.
"Nothing would be more satisfying for us than to see you suffer! Master Hand, my brother, get the orb ready. . ."
"NO!" screamed Link. He was now fighting for his life, but he had no chance against the large mutated form of Bowser. His cries for help drastically begged for a soul to hear. Suddenly, there was a flash, then darkness. Link began to panic. He knew what had happened, but didn't want to believe it. He could hear the three circling him, laughing.
"Brothers, he looks a bit boring in that orb. . ."
"Shall we do something to spice it up?"
"Yes, and I know just what to do. . ."
Suddenly, his black vision turned red. Blood red. He could hear something sharp tearing into his flesh. His body became numb, but he drastically held on to whatever consciousness he had left. That's when he saw an image among the red tapestry. The three evil ones danced around the orb, roaring with their evil laughter. There he was, inside the orb, a bleeding mess. Link tried his hardest to block off this image, but it remained there, fixed in his mind for him to see no matter what he did. He had lost hope. He felt himself slowly slipping away. . .
~*~
"NO!!!" Link shouted and his eyes shot open. He sat up quickly, gasping for air.
"Hey, hey! Calm down, Link!" Marth grabbed his shoulder, trying to calm them down. "Are you okay?"
Link stared blankly ahead, eyes wide with horror. His tired heart was racing in his chest, and he was still gasping for air. Marth stared at him, shocked and concerned. He took a damp cloth and wiped the sweat from Link's forehead, hoping it would calm him down. Finally, Link calmed down and looked up at Marth with a scared look on his face.
"Are you okay?" Marth asked again. "You were screaming in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare or something?"
Link hesitated, but then nodded. ". . . It was them. . . They. . . They put me in the orb. . . Blood. . . everywhere. . ." He said in a shaky voice. He held on to his sheets, which were soaked from his sweat.
Marth looked at him, horrified. He had never seen Link this scared or timid before. And it was all just a dream about the orb. He slightly scowled and shook Link back and forth.
"Come on, Link, snap out of it! It was only a dream!"
Link pushed him back. "No, you don't understand!"
"Yes, I do. I was put in that orb, too. I understand."
"NO YOU DON'T!!!"
This sudden burst of rage surprised Marth. He stared at Link, who scowled fiercely at him. His cold, hard eyes soon turned apologetic, and he turned away.
"I-I'm sorry. . . I just. . ."
"No, I'm sorry. . . Go ahead. . ."
Link slowly turned back to him. He then sighed deeply and began to speak.
". . . I was in that orb for ten hours straight. . . But it wasn't just the electricity, oh no, it was more then that. . . The Crazy Hand. . . He. . . He wouldn't stop insulting me. . . He discouraged me, convincing me that there was no hope. . . Told me to just accept my fate. . . I chose to listen to him. . . I gave up hope at first. . . I didn't know why I was still hanging on. . . Until I finally received a small spark of hope. . . But even then, he pressed the torture further. . . That's where the injuries came from. . ."
Marth looked at him, silent. With his matted hair and sleeveless shirt, it was easy to see Link's scars on his arms and forehead. He would be carrying those scars for the rest of his life.
". . . I finally lost consciousness. . . And for a while, I thought I was dead. . . I thought I was gone. . . I. . . was dead. . ."
Tears filled his eyes, though he tried his best to choke them back. Marth was left speechless. No one else had told him about any of this maniacal torture.
No one else knew.
"Dear god. . ." he softly whispered. "I. . . I don't know what to say. . . I'm sorry, Link. . ."
"Don't be," Link said, looking back at Marth. "You experienced it too. . . Thankfully it wasn't as bad as mine. . ."
"Link, no one deserves such anguish, especially not you."
"Now you know why he's called the Crazy Hand."
The mention of that name made Marth boil with anger.
"Crazy Hand. . . That sick bastard was worse than Bowser!"
Link didn't respond. He deeply sighed. Marth wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Link, before, I didn't know how bad it really was for you. . . Now I do. And I just want to say that I'm here for you. If you have any problems with this again, you can always come to me."
Link looked up at Marth, and for the first time since he woke up, he smiled. "Thank you so much, Marth."
"I wish I could do more for you. . ."
"Marth, being a friend who's willing to listen is more than I could ever ask for."
Marth smiled and got up. "Try to get some sleep, okay?"
Link nodded, pulling his (now dry) sheets over himself and quickly fell asleep. Marth stood in the doorway, looked back at Link, and slowly closed the door.
Sleep well, my friend. . . Tomorrow's another day. . .
A/N: Damn. . .
Link: Damn. . .
Marth: Damn. . .
All Three: Dramatic. . .
Marth: I have to admit, NN, THAT was stunning.
Link: That nightmare scared me. . . (shiver)
Well, I'm glad you two enjoyed it. I hope you readers do too! Review!!!!!