A/N: Hello! Wow, I've gotten more reviews on this than anything else before! I feel so happy! And sorry, oracle apprentice, but Falco was already introduced briefly in Chapter 2. The new guys are different. This chappie also features a brand new character, created by Skye Agony, Guitarist of Doom, so this chappie goes out to her. Oh, and my birthday's coming up on Monday! I'll be sixteen! Yay! Here's the chappie!

"Now I will tell you what I've done for you,

50 thousand tears I've cried.

Screaming deceiving and bleeding for you,

And still you won't hear me.

Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself,

Maybe I'll wake up for once.

Not tormented daily defeated by you,

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom..."

Brother Squadron: Chapter 11: Sayu

Germany was known throughout history to be the center of dreadful power, and this day and age was no exception. In what used to be known as the capital, Berlin, the Hand Warlords' Fortress took root. A massive wall surrounded the base, topped with glowing and pulsing towers and patrolled by relentless Wire Frames. As the towers flashed slowly like tiny lighthouses, so did the shield that protected the fortress from outside force. The massive structure was cubed-shaped, topped with a dome that was flanked by gnarling gargoyles. Above the massive doors was the old, haunting symbol of Super Smash Brothers: a circle with a cross off the center, the new world symbol.

Past the doors, a maze of hallways ran through the fortress, Wire Frames running past every so often. Glows of red and yellow pulsed within the straight cracks in the steel walls. Power seemed to run through the glowing seams, and were the only lights eliminating the hallways.

Through the complex of corridors, one eventually found their way into the main hall, a throne room for the Hands themselves. Two grand resting places sat at the end, one bigger than the other, as they knew who really ruled the world. The dreadful Master Hand, slayer of millions, sat in the resting place, always an enigma as the Hand kept most of his thoughts to himself for obvious reasons. His brother, Crazy Hand, was currently inspecting the prisons above for his own enjoyment, leaving Master Hand alone with his bodyguard.

Now, this Wire Frame was a curious specimen of the race. Instead of muscular, this female was slender and graceful, face soft and beautiful to the eye. Her ember eyes matched her hair, cropped about chin-length with long bangs concealing her forehead. Everything she wore was black: a midriff, covered by an elbow-length sleeved jacket, jean shorts cut even shorter to expose much skin, and knee-high leather boots. A Magnum was strapped to her belt, and she held a position that indicated that she was ready to strike any and all that approached her master hostilely.

But she was different. Yes, she was attracted to power and fiercely loyal to her master, yet... something deep within her knew something was wrong. She was built differently, given a human mind that replaced the traditional sick mind as part of an experiment. Which was why Master Hand appointed her as his bodyguard. He had to expose her to death and cruelty that was much more obscene than even in the outside world.

Finally, Master Hand spoke in a godly voice that would send chills down anyone else's spine. "Pay attention, Sayu. I may have you do the honors this time."

Sayu slightly shivered from her own fears.

A few minutes later, the other Hand, twitching and twisting his fingers in odd ways, entered the vast hall with two beings, chained to each other, dragging on under him.

"Big Brother!" Crazy Hand called out in an unstable voice, pushing the two forehead with a maniacal giggle. "I believe these two Nintendians are ready..."

Master Hand glanced down at the two prisoners kneeling before them. They were teenage siblings, boy and girl, wearing denim jean outfits, tattered and stained with signs of abuse. They boy had stringy brown hair and matching sepia eyes, comforting his younger sister, whose long mahogany hair fell over her face as she sobbed.

"Don't worry, sis." He hugged her tightly. "We've got to be brave! At least we'll die together..."

Sayu glanced down at the two in pity, unable to hide it in her face. They were only children Nintendians, and to be tortured at such a young age...

"Ah, yes..." Master Hand drawled, and they brought up their gaze, brown eyes united as one spirit. "The former Ice Climbers: Popo and Nana, was it? You thought you could come in and claim the Portal for yourselves, hmm?"

The two did not respond.

Master Hand turned away and began to circle a stiff Sayu like a wolf. "Sayu... Do you know the punishment for Nintendians searching for the Portal...?"

Sayu shivered, chilled to the bone. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her fists were clenched tightly.

"Answer the ques..."

"Death," she squeaked, feared for his wrath. She swallowed and continued. "...E-execution after torture."

"Yes..." he hissed, delighted as he gestured to the Ice Climbers. "So?"

Sayu hesitated, unwilling.

"Do it, Sayu," he growled quietly so the siblings couldn't hear. "If you wish to stay in your position, you must learn to do this. Now."

Sayu shuddered, then mustered up strength to nod in response. She looked down at the two pitiful creatures before her. She remembered long ago when they were small and innocent in their little parkas with their wooden hammers. But now that innocent look was gone, or at least buried under the image of these bruised and broken bodies. As Sayu reached slowly for her Magnum, she found that she couldn't do it. She couldn't kill children.

And then she heard it. A voice nearby, soft and soothing. A voice she heard quite often, more often than ever now.

"Why do you hesitate...?"

"Th... They're only children..." she whispered in response.

"That is no excuse. The law exists for a reason, Sayu, and it should be up to you to enforce it by any means necessary. All who defy the law must be terminated."

"B-But..."

The voice began to grow seductive, but she didn't know. "Think of all the power in your hands, Sayu. You control the fate of these two Nintendians' lives in your hands."

Sayu was shaking. The voice was tempting her greatest desires, yet something deep inside her resisted fiercely.

"All that power... You crave it, don't you, Sayu...? You cannot get enough of it."

Sayu found herself nodding in agreement.

"Then you know what you must do."

Like a possessed being, Sayu slowly rose the Magnum up at the siblings on the ground before her. They looked so helpless, facing the floor as they awaited deliverance. But now Sayu did not care and had no regards for these poor souls. The shield called desire blocked off all emotion as she felt the power in her gun hand.

And she fired. Several shots. Each bang brought delight to her as the power was unleashed at her fingertips. The natural instinct of her race rejoiced with each sick thud as lead pierced flesh.

But then her rational thinking returned to her when the spell wore off. Shocked, her firing stopped and she blanked in horror at the result of her outburst. The smoking carcasses, full of bullet holes, were in each others' flaccid arms, united in both life and death. She fearfully snapped her gaze down at the Magnum still held out in her hand, smoke pouring out of the barrel. She quickly slipped it away, dry sobs of frustration escaping her throat in tiny gasps. She caved in again. And she felt no power. In fact, she felt lower than dirt.

"Well done, Sayu," Master Hand congratulated her as if she was the luckiest little girl on the planet. "Only a half-minute delay this time."

Sayu felt like vomiting, she was so sickened. She retched a little in her mouth as she watched Crazy Hand rolled the tiny bodies into his palm and carried them away.

"Sayu..." She jumped and regained her composure, facing her master. His voice was slow and patient, but she could detect threat behind it. "You need to be stronger. If you cannot guarantee my protection, I cannot guarantee your life."

The threat was very potent, and Sayu nodded in response, sustaining her dangerous, bodyguard position. Her fears and doubts would have to stat hidden if she valued her life.

"Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies,

So I don't know what's real and what's not.

Always confusing the thoughts in my head,

So I can't trust myself anymore.

I'm going under...

Drowning in you...

I'm falling forever...

I've got to break through..." -Going Under, Evanescence (Sayu's Theme)

A/N: Too short, eh? Does it seem rushed? Let me know. W00T! My B-Day! 8D Review!