Ch 5…
WARNING: contains bloody scene and some language.
Crystalicios: Bleh… Disclaimers… mumbles
Young Link: Oooh! Oooh! Lemme say it!
Link: Oh, so now you get your tooth back, you li'l monkey?
Young Link: It's a called fake tooth. I need to wear them for now… Pops fake tooth out and shows it to him Wanna hold it?
Link: I… think… I'm… gonna… puke gags
Crystalicios: SAY THE FREAKIN' DISCLAMIER ALREADY! sobs
Kirby: Pats me on the back There, there now it'll be alright… I mean… after all fanfiction's only for the best fanfics!
Crystalicios: glares What are you trying to say?
Kirby: Ah… Nothing… Just that… um inches away that other people have better plots and stuff than you. moonlitangel007… Roy's war goddess riku… roymarth… ticks off numbers
Samus: Why? Why did you take away Marth… sobs NOOOO! Ohh… not my turn yet sheepish grin whoops edges off stage heh… wrong chapter…
Crystalicios: Wait! Say the disclaimer before you go!
Samus: huffily fine… this disgraceful girl sitting here and crying, is, thank goodness, is not responsible for Nintendo or me… because if she made me… she'd make me with black hair like hers and make me girly girl like Peach and Zelda
Zelda: Whatever! SOOO not true…
Young Link's Journal:
A day or so has passed and we have made it through for today. Nana still cannot overcome her bad luck and Popo is still comforting her. She is not the only one who is scared; I am as well. I am the only one who's aware that there are 29 arenas and we must get through them all in as little seven days! Or less. We must get back as soon as possible to warn the others of who we know is behind this all. If we don't then… I fear it may be too late. Not for just Marth, but for the rest of the Smashers as well. I must go and rest now. The days are becoming bleaker and one question hangs above us four: Can we survive this ultimate task? Pikachu is the only one who thinks so.
Most sincerely,
Young Link
Peach's POV
I can hear him flit throughout the corridors extremely troubled. Why can I not stop thinking about him? Ever since that day he told me about the past. I shuddered. I couldn't believe that I could ever go through that.
I flopped over my pillow and sat up on my unmade bed. I sighed and thought about that vivid night at the movies. He hadn't come. I hadn't expected him to anyway. Not after what he had done. I was also embarrassed. I didn't want to face him during breakfast. I wanted to see his face at breakfast, but then again… I cannot bring myself to look at his face and be embarrassed. Why did his face linger in my face throughout the night? I dreamt of many things, but his face kept popping up in my head, all sad. I was unaware that I was twisting my ring around my finger: I never noticed until I was done thinking.
Zelda burst into my room and Samus followed up, but slowly. She still hadn't gotten over Marth. I wasn't either.
"What's up Sammy?" I asked forcing my mind off Roy.
Zelda sprang on my bed and I backed up to the wall in the nick of time.
"Oh. My. God! Peach you won't believe this!" Her tone was gossipy but also a hint of tone that suggested some real-bad-news.
"What is it? Another attack?" I was instantly alert.
She frowned and answered, "Yeah. How'd you know?"
"'Cause she's the attacker!" Hissed Samus using her same angry, suspecting gaze she had used on Roy.
"NO! I would never hurt Marth! He's one of my best friends!" I shrieked, totally hurt that she had accused me.
Zelda went on as though not hearing us, "Mr. G&W was attacked!"
Well that was unexpected…I thought.
"Yes I know… Indeed it was unexpected." Said a deadly soft voice from the doorway.
All three of us turned around scared.
It was Mewtwo, leaning against the doorway looking deadly calm as usual. Since when does he have to read my thoughts I thought angrily. Had he read my thoughts about… Roy?
"Oh, I come in whenever I like… for some important information." He said, clearly reading my thoughts.
"GET OUTTA MY HEAD!" I screeched grabbing my scalp.
Mewtwo didn't look the slightest perturbed. "As you wish, my princess. Anyway the reason why I have come is because of Roy."
My stomach held a guilty knot inside. Had he read my thoughts on Roy? Had he guessed what had he had gone through, through my head?
"I know you have some connection between Roy now and stuff." He began.
Zelda and Samus both raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged them off and fixed my blank stare at Mewtwo's purple eyes (A/N: I know Mewtwo's eyes have two colors; purple and yellow but since most of the time his eye color is purple that's the color I'm going to use) the kind that meant Okay-speak-up look.
"But I must warn you: He is on top of the suspect's list, so if you are caught being friendly with him I feel you shall face the consequences too. He's been behaving like a suspect would. So stay away from him." He warned
I stuck my chin up proudly and answered, "I choose what I must. And I choose to be a friend for Roy. Thank you for your unnecessary concern though."
He seemed amused. "Very well then. I warned you." With that he vanished.
Meanwhile Zelda and Samus were still staring. I shrugged hopelessly at them.
Samus was the first to speak. She hissed, "Fraternizing with the enemy!"
I had it. Would Samus quit doing the "you're the suspect" thing? I was a volcano waiting to explode at the right moment. "You don't even know what Roy has been through! I would tell you to shut up, but now, I've thought of a better thing. Leave my room at once!"
Samus's eyes stared at me in shock. Then her gaze turned slowly into hatred. "Fine. I'll leave. I thought you were a good person. I guess you weren't. I can see that you'd pick Roy over your best friend. I see how it is. Let's go Zelda." She snapped pulling Zelda by the arm.
Zelda looked at me helplessly as Samus dragged her out of the room and banged my door with a loud slam, leaving me in my room alone on my messy bed.
My first impression was anger. It seared through me like a phoenix ripping through the sky. How could she say these things? She was the stupid one. She was so stuck up. What did Marth ever see in that swollen head of hers? I thought angrily.
A second later I my anger vanished and was replaced by a terrible hurt inside. Samus was overcome with grief and distress, she couldn't help being moody and suspicious with everyone. I shrank against the wall and pulled my knees up and buried my head into it. My long hair surrounded me and I sobbed my heart out. Why couldn't this attacker just attack somewhere else? I wanted to end this pain so badly. I wanted to forget Marth's face, Samus acting like an idiot, and most of all, Roy's past, although right now his past really didn't seem that important to me right now. I rocked back and forth like a confused child who just got punished for something he didn't do.
An hour later I headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, combed my wet hair (that I cried on) and blow dried it (Normally I never blow-dry my hair but I didn't want it to feel straggly and taste salty) and I headed down to breakfast.
Marietta's POV
(Marietta's a maid just in case you guys are like what the heck?)
Jean bustled around the kitchen and pulled her hair back.
"Is everyone served?" I asked.
"Yes, yes." She hastily said, cleaning the kitchen. Jean never followed the rule about tying hair back for the maids. Usually it was only Pauline, and Opal who did. We four were the only multi-purpose maids.
I could tell Jean was lying. "Who haven't you served?" I asked.
Her eyes darted from side to side. She licked her lips nervously. Finally she spoke. "I don't want to serve Roy."
"Why?"
"Because, he's the one who's been murdering everyone."
"Who said that?"
"Well… I overheard it from some of the Smashers."
Jean was one of those gossipy type maids. She was one of those people who could hear anything. For example if she was in Borneo and if you were in the US and you sneezed at night, with the shutters closed in a soundproof window, the next day at the most, she would call you and ask if you caught an allergy. You could possibly never trust her with your secrets. This was why I never told my life story to her. I considered telling Opal, but Opal is one of those people who try to gain friendship by giving you information you need. Right now Jean's her idol. As for Pauline… well she presumably hates me, considering how most Smashers like me better than her. It's probably because I'm not such a dim-witted fool and because I've worked here ever since this whole organization started.
I sighed and flipped the remaining bacon on the tea tray, and wheeled it out the kitchen. I spotted Roy easily; he was sitting alone and his spiky flaming attracted me. Sometimes I imagined it really was fire. Sometimes I could really feel the heat from his fiery head if I passed by a little close. I was another person who talked to Roy. I was the only girl who talked to him. Well I heard from Jean that Peach recently talked with him.
I served the bacon.
"Well it's about time." He grumbled at me and glared at me through his unusually icy blue eyes. I always wondered why he had blue eyes. Everything else about him was a bright reddish color.
"I'm sorry sir." I said, my gray eyes going down immediately in pretend guilt. "Why are you so angry anyway?"
"Oh, so now I have to tell my whole life to a commoner like you?" He snarled. People were watching us and giving Roy a disgusted look.
I was hurt for a second. I tied my tiny ringlets back with my white ribbon and my cheeks momentarily flushed. "Who said I'm a commoner?" I spat at him although I was lying.
"I do."
"Oh yeah, the prince of dorkness really knows who's a princess and who's not. Why don't you play with your stupid sword and stab yourself. That way the rest of us can live in peace." I added something else I'd learned today from Jean. "Also nobody else'll get petrified."
He stared dumbstruck at me before shooting back, "Well not only do I know that you're a commoner now I know you're a snob. If you died probably we'd be able to eat more decent meals and we wouldn't be starving half to death with the service here. I'll bet it's because of you. And I really wouldn't trust your stupid slave friends. Oh I forgot, people who are usually maids are dumb aren't they?"
I opened my mouth and closed it. Then I set the tea tray on the table with a slam and stupidly defended, "Not all maids are stupid."
I poured him his tea and carefully put the tray back on the table and wheeled it away from him angrily.
What was his problem anyway? I hadn't even talked to him in the first place and he shoots his mouth out for no reason. He had called us slaves! We weren't slaves, we were maids and there's a difference to that. Slaves were owned by the owner and never got paid. Maids weren't owned by people and they got paid, and they were never treated harshly. If I were a cartoon more than steam would be coming out, possibly more than fire. I imagined me taking his own sword from his sheath while he slept like an ugly baby and smashing it against his chest.
"Stop hitting me!" Shrieked Opal who was clawing at me. I immediately lowered my imaginary sword.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"Oh my God, you are so freakin' weird. Like, why can't you just keep your hands to, like, yourself?" She talked in a girly tone.
I was really pissed off right now. "Just get out of my freakin' face, arite? Go stalk Jean or something."
"I already did that." She sarcastically commented.
I pushed the trolley cart and heard it crash into the table. I left banging the swinging doors outside.
I could see Roy. This time though, he wasn't alone. That stupid blonde Peach is sitting next to him I thought.
I heard her sigh and roll her eyes at him.
"Why Roy? Haven't you heard anything I've told you?"
He turned his head down embarrassed.
Peach had caught sight of me but took no notice of my bad mood.
"Hey Marietta! Come over here and serve a hungry customer if you please."
No I don't please to serve you. I thought, mixing up my words in my head. Half my mind wanted to ignore her. The other half didn't want to get in trouble. And if there was a bit left, I would've shouted at her.
I stomped toward the door once again and returned with an expired piece of bacon and served it to her. It was pretty hard to keep my hands from slamming it.
She smiled at me sweetly. An evil sweet smile I thought savagely.
I went into the kitchen and got a piece of expired bacon and went out and restrained myself from slamming it down on the table. She smiled at me gratefully and whispered, "Thanks."
I stomped out and heard Peach asking, "Are you going to go to the match today? It's Falco against Yoshi I hear."
Peach's POV
"No," came the disappointing reply.
"Oh, why?" I hid the disappointed tone in my voice. I should have known better than to ask him. After all, I told him to… stop first.
"I never go to matches, unless it's my own." Oh. I should've known that. That's what he always did.
"You're a party pooper."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"It's not even a party though."
"You get what I mean."
"Uh… sorry I don't get what you're trying to say. Especially from princesses."
"Well then, learn."
"I don't have to."
"Whatever." I finished my bacon and headed upstairs.
Young Link's POV
All this fighting was too much for us. I gave a quick glance at Nana who was fighting alongside Popo. She was becoming exhausted quickly. I sliced at a male wire frame who tried to run away from me. He flew from the battle field and died. We had 34 more of them to go for this stage. Pikachu was the only person who didn't seem tired. He hardly broke a sweat and he kept using his thunder move. That killed everyone surrounding him. Now we had 24 left thanks the Thunder move.
"We can't keep this up!" Popo shouted angrily swinging his hammer around for the umpteenth time.
"I know." I whispered, not daring to lose anymore strength.
"Can't… Keep… up…" Nana panted shooting out a mini glacier from her palms.
I quickly bounded to her and did my spinning move, to remove all those frames.
"C'mon we have to! Smash Mansion depends on us." Pikachu said, bashing 2 wire frames with his Skull Bash.
I aimed a fire arrow at the last wire frame and it hit its target. We were finally done. With this round anyway.
Nana slumped backward dazed and nearly fainted. Popo knelt down next to her. Pikachu glanced around the field and twitched his ear.
I took out some water and poured it over my sweaty face. It was a hard match. Another thought occurred to me. If we thought this was hard, what about Cruel Melee?
I didn't want to think about it. I staved off Pikachu's comforting tones. I struck my sword angrily in the ground and felt a wave of nausea overcoming me. I realized I had nothing to eat for the past day and hungrily tore open the food pack.
After having a messy meal, and a quick rest we prepared ourselves for the next battle.
Murderer's POV
I knew where my job was next. This was the perfect opportunity for me and I didn't want to lose it. I went to the kitchen. During a match was the best time for a murder. I was looking for a certain someone. The refrigerator hummed quietly and I thought I could hear something rustling. Nerves I chided myself.
Then, suddenly a hand gripped my shoulder and whispered, "What're you doing here?"
It was Marietta. I was scared for a moment but she didn't look like she knew who I really was and what I did. "I-I was hungry so I came for a snack."
She seemed quite satisfied with the answer and scolded gently, "Why didn't you tell me? I would've given you something. She bustled around the kitchen looking for something edible to give me. I was pleased with myself. Nope, Marietta wouldn't be petrified this time. She would be dead.
Then she did something that made my stomach drop unpleasantly. "JEAN! Where'd you keep the last piece of pie?"
In came a tired looking Jean. She was dressed in her pajamas. "Why are you dressed in pajamas? It's only afternoon." I asked boldly.
She glared at me and replied, "It's called taking a nap, and since when does a male like yourself ask things about a lady such as myself?"
I blushed and turned away. I jammed my hand into my pocket and felt for the dagger.
Jean turned away and helped Marietta search for the pie. I put on night-vision goggles and turned off the light.
"Great, powers out. Hey," She said to me, "Did you do that on accident?"
"No! On purpose, and shut your traps up." I commanded harshly.
Jean was scared and I saw her slip into a chair. I chuckled. "Maids get frightened easily don't they? Well Jean, I wasn't supposed to kill you but only Marietta. I guess you could blame it on her."
Suddenly I couldn't find Marietta. Where was she? I turned around noiselessly and saw her groping for the door. When she found out that I had locked it she fished her apron pocket for the key. I tip-toed toward her and wrapped my hands around her wrists. She screamed loudly, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
"Shut up! Nobody can hear you; after all they're at the match." I slipped the dagger out of my pocket and hissed out, "I'm taking my dagger out."
"Please spare us! What have we done wrong?" She pleaded.
"Oh, nothing, I'm only doing this for Roy. Now don't be frightened because death might be painless. Oh, actually I don't know, I've never tried it." I laughed manically to make her scared. I drew the knife up to her neck and paused for effect. I could see her gray eyes getting wider. They were now taking most of her face up. I closed my eyes and forced it through her neck and slit off her head. To my surprise her death didn't end in a scream, but a final breath of a hiss. I could feel the warm thick liquid flowing through my gloved fingers and with satisfaction I dropped body to the floor.
I turned to Jean. A new thought occurred to me. Of course I had to murder Jean. I couldn't force her to keep her mouth shut. I had heard that she was a loud-mouth and gossipy. I had to kill her. I had also thought of a way to make the Smashers more scared Using Jean as well.
I could see her. She was slumped on the chair, oblivious that Marietta's head was within her reach. She was beyond the stage of shaking. She couldn't even think. A perfect way to kill someone. She would make the job easier.
"Jean… I'm coming…" I whispered in the air. She would've jumped but she was so numb she couldn't. I smiled. I took a step closer and picked up Marietta's head by the hair. I carefully placed it on her lap.
When she felt the weight and she felt the hair and finally I saw her open her mouth horrified. "What have you done! You…" She spluttered.
"Gave your stupid maid a lesson. You're next m'dear." I grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled it toward me. She stumbled along. I brought her up to me and her whole body leaned against me. I shoved her off harshly.
"Spare me! I'll do anything!" Jean said. I could see her eyes roaming around wildly. Then she kicked me. I stumbled backward. I hadn't expected this.
"You stupid little &#! Get back here!" I grabbed for her wildly and missed. But in the process I dropped the dagger. It rolled away and hit Jean's leg. She grabbed it as my hand scrabbled uselessly against her hand. She stood up and felt for the light switch. I grabbed her wrist. The one with the dagger. She pounded against my chest with her free hand, but nothing happened. I pried the dagger out of her hand and brought her closer to me. Her legs went slack and she stopped struggling. She tried to play with my mind using all the tricks she had in mind.
"So you aren't Roy, you should be ashamed trying to blame him… Hey hunk, I'm the perfect person to go out with so don't kill me… I have a sister who's sick and a mother who needs my next paycheck or else she'll get kicked out of the house… Spare me, I'll do anything!"
"Cut the chatter, I've got a job to do." I hissed coldly into her ear. She gave a long piercing scream. "Y'know why I picked the kitchen for a murder?" I asked.
She shook her head fearfully.
"'Cause nobody's ever in the dining room, unless it's for a meal. Also because the kitchen's far away from any of the Smashers' rooms and Master Hand's office."
That seemed to hit her on the head pretty hard. She fainted. I drew my knife up to her neck and slit a little of her neck open by accident. The blood trickled out and ran down her neck. I cut it thoroughly through and slit her neck open. Her head rolled off. And then I dragged her body to Marietta's head and turned on the light and checked the kitchen clock. There were still two more hours until the match ended. I took out a portable sewing machine and thread. And I sewed Jean's head onto Marietta's body. I did the same thing to Jean's body and Marietta's head. I left them slumping against the wall and wiped up the mess and wiped my shoes. I took off my gloves that were used for the murder and shredded them. One couldn't be too careful.
Then I took out a tiny bottle. In it contained several fiery colored pieces of hair. I opened the bottle and emptied it out on Jean and Marietta. "Soon, Roy, you'll be gone forever." Then I exited and slipped away to my room and prepared myself for a big scrubbing shower.
END OF CHAPTER 5.
Sorry it took so long… I needed some time because I went to New York and I had a major Writer's Block. But at least it was long. And I tried to make it way more interesting. Was it? Please Rate and Review. I NEED THEM! Or else… I'll commit suicide. Not really. But please R&R!
