A/N: Hey everyone. Yep, it is rather obvious about Marth, but there are reasons for everything. Heh, go back and take a look around the older chapters, see if you can find anything… anyways thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm sure there was more I wanted to say… but I forgot oh well. Chapter four now!
Review Responses
Betrayal
NintendoNut1- Yeah, Marth was rather obvious, but I won't say anything else about it besides what I said in the authoresses' note (surprises, surprises XD) but be prepared for anything. Heh, according to the reviews no one really liked Falco that much anyways. Thanks for the review!
Libster- Poor Marth T-T, when I was deciding the story I wanted him to play a big part since Roy was the main character (heh, a very big part now huh?). Poor children! 'cries' I'm glad you could hear the Twilight Zone theme, come to think of it now, it fits well XD Thanks for the review!
KawaiiYuki- Yay first person to care I killed Falco (everyone else didn't care but I rather liked him). I can't answer the other questions, wouldn't want to give away anything and ruin suspense now would we? Heh, thanks for the review.
Zekoi- Heh, I heard he was really arrogant in the games though I never played them. So I tried to work with that in the story. I can't answer the other questions (but I'm dieing to tell someone too, T-T it's so hard to keep secrets!) Thanks for the review!
Silver Kitty- Yep, Marths' a suspicious guy XD Thanks! (I hope that hold true for this chapter also!) Thanks for the review!
Thank for all the reviews! It means a lot!
Disclaimer- I do not own SSBM, these characters or the Twilight Zone however I did write the story! (Does that count for something? No? Ah well…)
The Twilight Zone
Chapter Four- Remorse
"It's just some-a minor wounds now, he'll be-a alright…"
"He'll live?"
"Of course."
"Damned lucky kid."
"What about Falco?"
"Dead as-a doornail."
"I see…"
"Ssssh. Roy's awakin' up." It almost felt like there was a huge weight placed over my eyelids. Checking to make sure there wasn't, I moved my head back and forth. Then, reassured, I allowed my eyes to open. A feat, that was, unfortunately, only to be met with a splitting headache.
"How're you feeling?" Normally to this question most people would lazily answer 'Good.' or 'Fine' however I couldn't give that answer, for I was not good or fine. I closed my eyes again for it hurt to keep them ajar.
"In arof uf pain." I was surprised to find my voice sounding muffled. I slowly reached my hand up to my face and felt a soft towel rag in my mouth.
"Sorry, your mouth was full of blood before, I guess that happens when you get such a blow to the stomach." I could recognize the voice now, it was Link. I nodded to show I was listening and pulled my hand down. After I couple moments of silence I decided to give opening my eyes another shot. When they were finally open, and my vision pulled itself to focus I saw most of the Smashers in my room. Link was sitting at the edge of my bed, with Mario and Falcon standing close behind him. Samus stood next to Falcon with her helmet off. Her cold blue eyes were carefully watching my movement. The rest were randomly arranged, some sitting at the end of my bed. Others stood and watched me intently.
"Howf's Fafo?" Link looked at me, taking a moment to figure out what I asked and replied,
"He's dead."
"Porf Foox…"
"What?" By now I was disgusted with my new sounding voice and pulled the rag out.
"I said 'Poor Fox'. How's he taking it?"
"Not too well." replied a new voice. It hurt to avert my eyes so I tried to place a voice with a face, Ness's' seemed to fit. "He won't come out of his room."
"What do you remember Roy?" asked Samus suddenly almost cutting Ness's' sentence short.
"A dark figure." I replied (of course not mentioning the sword).
"Anything-"
"Why not let him rest?" Peach interrupted with a concerned tone. "I'm sure he'd rather sleep than be interrogated." Mario placed the rag back in my mouth.
"He's right, sleep some more Roy, you can tell us later." Slightly relieved I nodded and turned (causing a whole new array of pain) and tried to fall asleep as everyone filed out of the room. I could still feel one presence left.
"Are you sure you're okay?" (It was Link of course). Unable to really speak I nodded, and listened to his footsteps as he walked out.
…
Living Room
"Ha, you'll never get my king Mewtwo!" Ness exclaimed with a smug look on his face. Mewtwo replied by lifting up one of those little pieces with telepathy and placing it down on the board.
"Checkmate."
"…Damn." I was lying on the couch in the Living Room watching uninterestedly as Ness and Mewtwo played a game called "Chess". It started off seeming interesting though, for there were knights and kings, but all they said was "Bishop to B8." or "Queen to B5." and things similar. Rather boring after a while if you ask me. "How're you doing there Roy?"
"Better." My armor, cape and shirt were off right now, and I could see my entire torso covered with bandages (but my arms were bare of course, no need to fix what isn't broken). "Why aren't you guys watching the TV?"
"TV is foolish." Mewtwo replied. "And Ness doesn't want to watch TV without Fox; he thinks it doesn't feel the same not hanging out with him." I blinked in surprise.
"How do you know that?"
"Telepathy mortal."
"Oh."
"Yeah…" said Ness softly with a glance up the stairs, "I kind of don't feel like playing anymore (but maybe that's because you beat me.) I'm heading to my room." Mewtwo nodded.
"I have a previous engagement as well." I frowned, for I was hoping they would change their minds, I really did not want to be by myself.
"You want to go back upstairs Roy? We'll help you up."
"No, I'm sure it's safer down here. I'll be fine."
"Well, we put the TV on for you then." Ness quickly ran to the TV and pressed a button and (much to my surprise) an image appeared on the screen. As the two left, I sighed deeply and looked at the screen. Apparantly the end of a Twilight Zone episode was on…
"A sickness known as hate; not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ—but a sickness nonetheless, highly contagious, deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone—look for it in a mirror. Look for it before the light goes out altogether." I sighed deeply as I listened to the message and heard the familiar music of the next episode, and I found myself falling asleep…
…
"Hey! Roy!" I blearily opened my eyes.
"What?" I asked with a rather annoyed tone, for I had just awaken from the first long sleep that I had been deprived of for the past couple days. Link stood before the couch.
"You missed dinner."
"Did I? Damn."
"Want me to get you something?"
"I'll handle it." With Links' help I pulled myself to my feet and clutched my chest. For one reason or another I figured it wouldn't hurt as much if I did that, it didn't work, of course. I struggled (grabbing anything I could hold onto to keep myself straight) into the kitchen.
Kitchen
"Hello!" giggled Peach drunkenly as she held her wine bottle up in greeting. I gaped at the intoxicated Princess with shock.
"You're drunk!" She laughed again.
"No, I only had a couple gulps, no big deal." She put the bottle down and looked me. "You're better right?"
"Mario said I should be fine, is he a doctor or something?"
"Tee hee, I guess you could say that. Hungry?"
"Yes," I opened the refrigerator and checked inside. "Let's see what we have…" Peach sat at the table and took another swig, as I turned my attention toward the fridge. "So, is Mario your boyfriend?" I asked. Hmm… I'm not really in the mood for a yogurt. I shifted it aside to see what else was there.
"Yep!" I heard Peach reply. "He's saved me from Bowser a couple times."
"Girls seem to get in a lot of trouble; I had to save my girlfriend once." Hmm… cookies? Maybe for dessert…
"That's not true! I heard Samus has saved many lives!"
"Hmm, that's interesting." No steak here… maybe I'll have this leftover "pasta"…
"Roy…"
"Hey Peach, you want some?"
"No, Roy… listen I… feel kind of sick…" After that sentence, dead silence. I pulled out the pasta. Heh, she must have drank too much and passed out.
"Hey Peach, you shouldn't lie about how much you drank, I'd understand if you told me." I turned to see Peach's' head down on the table. She really did pass out. "Hey Princess, wake up." I pulled her head off the table, her eyes were wide open, they almost seemed to be like blue disks, just staring off into space… "Peach? Oh shit…"
Living Room
"Dead." said Samus as she descended the stairs. "Dead, dead, dead." There was a certain stillness as she came toward our big group, which was soon set off into grief by the news. "Seems her wine was poisoned, the poor thing." Despite her last comment Samus didn't seem to have much consideration in her voice. She held her helmet in the crook of her arm and surveyed us, her eyes darting this way and that, almost expecting the murderer to jump up and admit it. I glanced at Marth who had a sympathetic look on his face, I wanted to get up and hit him right there. I should have told someone it was him, but with my injuries, and Falcos' death… well, I didn't think there would be another murder so soon. "I'm sorry Mario." The plumber didn't reply, his eyes were directed at the ground. "Anyone with any information, come to me or Falcon but, preferably, me. Thank you." Everyone began to get up, and talk quietly amongst themselves. I glanced at a large group of people who were surrounding Mario, asking him if he was okay and such.
"No," he replied to these questions. "I'm not." I decided it would be a good idea to offer my condolences and leave, since I was the one who last saw her alive. Mario looked up at me as I approached.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I said graciously with a bow. Mario nodded and got to his feet.
"Did she say anything about me?"
"What?"
"A message! Something… anything?" I frowned. Peach hadn't really said anything before she died… but I can't say that…
"She said she loves you." I lied (though she did say they were going out, close enough I suppose…)
"Thank you."
"No problem." I turned headed back up the stairs to my room.
"Hey Roy." With a glance behind I saw Samus ascending the stairs in back of me. "She didn't really say that…did she?" she asked in a hushed voice once she got to my level.
"No," I replied. "I thought it might make him feel better."
"Understandable, but, what really happened?"
"What I told you before."
"Perhaps, but maybe you killed her."
"What?"
"You could have easily killed Falco and hurt yourself so no one would suspect you." Several people who were standing nearby looked up. "You could have dragged Young Link outside; he's just down the hall. No one would have seen you that short a distance."
"No! I-"
"I'm sure you could have poisoned Peach as well."
"Maybe you did it Samus." came Mewtwos' unruffled voice from down the staircase. "You didn't seem as sympathetic toward Peaches' death, and you apparently seem to know a lot about it for one who wasn't there."
"Samus didn't do it!" Falcon shrieked. "You're blaming her fer trying to help? It could have been Ness!"
"What the hell!"
"Ya could have brainwashed them with your damn telepathy!"
"Well! I'm sure your mind has guilt written all over it! Besides I'm not the only one here with psychokinesis!"
"Calm down!" I yelled, silencing the entire crowd. "We don't need to fight, we just need to stop making accusations and-"
"Ya know you did it Roy! That's why you're trying to hush us all up!" The noise grew louder and louder until I was feed up with it and stomped upstairs.
Hallway
"Damn them." I muttered as I leaned up against the wall in exasperation. "Damn them to hell…" I cursed the others one more time and glanced down the hall at my door. It seemed like I had come a long time ago, it's so easy to lose track of time… The door to Marths' room (which was next to mine if you remember) gleamed ominously at me. It almost seemed to taunt me with the delicate secrets hidden behind it. Slowly I pulled myself off the wall and reached for the door knob, and twisted it gradually. Finally I put pressure on the door and it slowly opened making a creaking sound (which almost gave me a heart attack). Overjoyed that it was unlocked I quickly ran in and closed the door behind me and turned to face the murders' room. It looked an awful lot like my own, (however so did Links', I get the impression they're all the same) except it had a more malevolent feel, though I suppose that was my own interpretation. Despite the same looks I knew there must be dark secrets here, I wanted to find the bottle of poison he must had used for Peaches' alcohol. With it I could prove it was most definitely him who killed those people. So I began to look around the dresser tops, and under the bed. Finally it occurred to me that the closet would be the best place. In old stories most secrets were trapped in the closet, waiting patiently to be shown. So I reached for the knob and pulled it open. With a slight gasp of surprise I stepped back, knowing I had just unearthed a secret bigger than any bottle of poison…
A/N Yeah… this chapter sucked huh? Oh well, forgive me, I'm a CIT at a camp, and the kids have stolen whatever energy I have left. However I get next week off so the next chapter should be better. without anything else to say I'll quote Tigger:
Ta ta for now.
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