Chapter 4 – The Test.

Sorry for the big fat delay, I just had the biggest writers block. AND I had to rewrite this chapter because I had tons of viruses, bugs and worms that I didn't even know about. So my genius brother had to delete my Miscellaneous file where I keep every fan fiction of mine and more stories. Believe it or not. Well, I certainly got some reviewers, and I thank them all, and you all know yourselves! Thanks for waiting so patiently (Tries to avoid the pitchforks) Big thanks and back to the story, I'm sure you guys would want to read.

Outside the wind blew fiercely. Practically everybody was slumbering away, their minds full of dreams, and anticipation. Others watched T.V to work their nerves. And only one certain creature was outside, his violet eyes gleaming eerily. It was Mewtwo.

Much was a mystery about this pokemon. He had no friends, and as most students said, preferred to be the loner. He was psychic; that much was a fact. But he seemed to be vague about any of his answers if he gave any, and it was very rare when he contacted anyone using telepathy. His mouth never moved, not even to eat or chew because he ate with his mind. Nobody ever talked behind his back, because they feared that he would read their minds… only safely at home would they contemplate about him. He was a much worn out subject that was discussed.

Mewtwo floated just two inches from the floor, lazily floating up and down against the wind. He had required a room of his own, and had been denied. So, he shared a room with Ganondorf, Bowser, and King Dede. He found none of them as interesting as he'd hoped; only Ganondorf seemed of little interest to ponder. For the first five minutes he'd found Bowser to have a knack of kidnapping any girls he found hot, boasting about his flaming hair (which looked dyed and gelled) and how pointy his teeth, claws and spikes were. And he nearly set their room on fire trying to show them that he could breathe fire. King Dede, boasted about anything of himself, whether it was him choosing the best vehicle from Kirby Air Ride or how beautiful he was and that no girl would ever not want him (Mewtwo thought he was going a bit far there…) And Ganondorf plotted against Link, Zelda and basically all of Hyrule. Yet Mewtwo knew that Ganondorf, held much power inside him. He also knew that Ganondorf practiced black magic and sold his soul to the underworld, just to get more power…

Nothing here seems to be what it should be. Thought Mewtwo, surveying the leaves and listening to howling wind. Master Hand seems to be looking for the right people, however I don't seem to be what he's looking for… or I could be wrong. Deep inside, Mewtwo knew he was fooling himself. Then he realized how much this "test" mattered to him. Mewtwo never lied to himself before; lying to yourself meant hope, and hope lead to wishful thinking and dreams; two things Mewtwo knew could destroy you, or lead a successful life. Yet, he did not like taking risks, so he only stuck to facts. Except now. In his mind he sighed, he did not even understand half the things that went on his mind; it was how he was cloned, how he was made. He gazed at a dark, cloaked figure leaping away on everyone's balcony swift as a cat. Soon he was gone. He was a male human; that was for sure.

Mewtwo's eyes swam across the place. He sighed outwardly this time, and finally turned toward his room, disappointed that his quiet time did not clear his mind.

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Sunlight falls down on my golden hair

Warming my toes that are bare

Yes, I am a maiden who is really just fair

Meant for a handsome, brave elf; we made a pair

Then a sprite stole from mine, his eyes

Smiling, cooing, laughing with her lies

Oh Nayru, she used her all of her spells

And from then on, I knew she never meant well

She rent my heart, tearing it to shreds

When I get revenge, that'll be the day she'll dread

She'll be afraid to even eat a simple piece of bread

And her brain and heart will be just like lead

This is the poem of a sad little maiden

Tears falling down, problem laden

Oh Nayru, please get me through

Make up a curse, that'll ban her from woo.

Peach read the last words and looked up at a slumbering, unhappy Zelda. She reread the poem. It looked like real business. She stared around the room. She wasn't really a morning person but today… well today seemed to be full of surprises. Suddenly feeling inspired, she wrote back in verses:

Oh calm one, princess of Hyrule

Your eyes are nothing less of the prettiest jewel

The sprite which you speak of is only a mule

Don't let her spark your revenge, don't let her be your fuel

She isn't worthy of your royal gaze

She's making your mind be in a confused haze

Her mind isn't that difficult to read, it isn't a maze

Hear me out; prying will leave you in a daze

Oh princess of Hyrule, eyes of jade

Don't let your heart die, don't make it fade

I know her foul deed, and she will be paid

But for now, be the nice, calm maid

You have heard advice from princess of Mushrooms

Who spends day and night shopping; the one who grooms

Who doesn't let people sweep her mind like a broom

And who'd never let her friends turn the shade of angry; maroon

Peach had never been good at poems, so she was quite surprised how the words came flooding into her brain. Even though the attempt was quite atrocious, it packed meaning, as well as rhyme; something she hadn't ever achieved before. Her dastardly attempts at poems never made sense if they rhymed, and even if they rhymed they'd never made sense.

Yawning, she pulled her hair into a messy bun, slipped into a pair of her princess shoes. She stretched her arms out as far as she could, once she got out of her room.

"The exercise room is one floor down, take three rights, and two doors left." Said a vaguely familiar voice.

She snapped her hands to her side and spun her head so fast, her neck cricked. The first thing she registered was the fiery, flaming, messy red hair. Then she noticed his hazel eyes. Roy she thought. She only knew him because of he was a much worn subject talked among her fellow gossipers. All had cooed around him, flashed their flirty smiles, and made bold comments about him. "Your hair is so hawt. Can I stick my hands in?" They had actually said hot, as hawt, she recalled. At first, she'd tried the same thing. But then she found out that Roy would probably never give her much a thought, because she was acting like a jerk like other girls. She often thought that he sometimes must have thought that he found being drooled over a bit tiresome and annoying. So when she'd thought that she abandoned the thought that he'd notice her and talk to her. The only time he ever did talk to her was when he passed her locker. "It's Peach, right? Were you almost this much into shopping?" and she'd replied like a dim-wit, "Yeah, Princess Peach. And I do a lot of shopping, thank you very much." He'd raised his eyebrows at the "princess" part and smirked like that was an inside joke although he didn't comment on it. She'd heard his friend, Marth had howled, when they walked away. "Well bye "princess" Peach." He'd said, emphasizing on the word, making her feel dorky.

"Ha ha, very funny." She sarcastically replied. "That's the place, you'd want to go. Looks like you'd need to go there too." She added before she could actually think on it.

He stared at her for a moment. An awkward silence fell upon them. Peach was the first to avert her eyes, turning red. "Sorry." She said.

"For what?" He asked mildly.

"Nothing." That sounded stupid. Why did she have to go even redder? "For, er, dissing you."

His eyebrows rose. She found that she hated when he did this: it made her feel weird. "Dissing me? Suuure… anyway, I was waiting for Link but he seemed to break his promise. Again." He rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

Peach wondered if Link was spending time with Saria. And she was about to mention this to Roy, as he was one of his best mates, when she received a shock.

"So, well, would you like going down with me?" He asked, casually, examining his fingernails.

There's a first time for everything she thought. "Yeah. Sure. Okay." Was all she could manage to get out of her mouth as casual as he. She was actually going out with a guy whom everyone wanted to go out with!

She walked up with him to the elevator. She pressed the ground floor. It was a very long way down. "So, um… how's life?" She asked him, trying to get rid of an awkward silence between them.

"Fine." She was surprised that his answer sounded strained.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, noting him holding his breath, and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Its just well, I'm afraid of… elevators." He replied with a big effort. "They're so small, and well if I'm with people I guess it doesn't look like it, but I'm scared of elevators. When I was small I got stuck in an elevator."

"I'm a person, and I can tell you're scared."

"You're different."

She didn't reply but a tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks. Was she just hopeful or was it that, that phrase was only to close friends? She tried not looking pleased.

The elevator doors opened, and as Peach glided out after a stumbling Roy she said in an amusing tone, "We could have easily taken the stairs if you told me."

Roy flushed and retorted, "Sorry, well I thought that your Highness would find going downstairs much too hard." He said it with much sarcasm in the "your highness" part.

It stung when he said that. It was just like he slapped her across the face. What had she said to make him say that? The exercise remark? She couldn't find it in her voice to say back anything. Her head bowed, and she didn't desire to sit next to him in the dining room. She was barely aware of three other people sitting when she heard a voice she dreaded.

"Oh, it's you, Peach. Did you follow Roy here because your other losers of friends dumped you?" It was Saria leaning right against Link. She felt a surge of anger.

"At least I have friends." She told her bitingly. "Real friends who'd stick up for me."

"Oh, but I don't see anyone!" She said in a falsely sweetening voice. "Oh yeah, I forgot, your imaginary friends, right? Well, unfortunately we can't hear them."

Peach's lower lip trembled from anger. "You know what; I don't know why you even snubbed Zelda for a piece of dung. No wait, lower than a piece of dung." She said addressing Link now. "And I've just realized that I don't belong at this table. I'd rather sit next to my imaginary friends. I see how much of jerks you all are. Link is stupid and doesn't choose his friends right. Roy likes making people look stupid and making fun of them. And he also likes thinking he's the best guy in the world, and Saria is jealous prat, and Marth- Marth is probably the only one here who I don't have anything to criticize on because I haven't heard anything from him yet. Good-bye." She abruptly got up, feeling tears stinging her eyes. Link was protesting but a strange buzzing noise had filled her ears and she slammed the hotel doors shut, now thoroughly mad with them and herself crying.

She didn't know where to turn. There was nothing for her. Tears fell one by one like salty raindrops, each falling down in a perfect shape. She was barely aware that the buzzing in my ears had stopped and that all she could hear were her choked sobs. She wasn't even aware that she was sitting in a deserted alleyway. She felt hot, sticky and awkward. A lonely silence filled her ears, occasionally erupted by her frequent hiccoughing.

"Pi?" A timid squeak filled the alleyway. Peach didn't even look up. She knew who it was. The electric yellow mouse stood at the beginning of the alleyway, his large round eyes held a polite curiosity. He inched timidly toward me until she felt his furry warm body against her legs. Slowly and tentatively, she reached out and put her hands around his middle and brought him in between her scrunched up thighs and midriff. Then, she sobbed her heart out on him, while he stayed put like the cuddly pokemon he was. He blinked comfortingly at her splashing tears and settled on her lap and waited patiently for her to stop.

Fifteen minutes later another figure stood in the alleyway. Peach, who was still sobbing, didn't know who it was, nor did she care. But the figure inched closer and closer. Peach felt rough hands on her chin and felt it being jerked up. She stared at the face in front of her. It was covered, except for his blue eyes and his lips. Pikachu growled, electricity flying from his cheeks. Peach frowned; Pikachu knew whom this person was, and knew him as a threat.

"Who are you?" She said, her tears drying up instantly, replaced by fear.

"One who looks for trouble." He said grabbing her by the wrists with an iron hard grip. She screamed in fright.

"What the hell are you doing?" She swore fluently at him but he just laughed.

"Babe, you know how to curse but that won't save you from me." He said, forcing her harshly into the wall. She gasped, as her back hit the brick wall. She tried to glare at him with anger, but all it showed was fear. He ripped her princess gloves off and partly some of her bodice and then he gave a yell. Electricity coursed through him. He kicked Pikachu who was the source of the electricity, and the cuddly but dangerous animal thudded into the brick wall and did not stir.

"Pikachu!" She said trying to reach him, but he caught her hard around the waist, forcing her to the corner. She turned her head away, feeling hot breath on her. She shut her eyes, then opened them. She had to get out of here! She kicked him with all her energy that she had. He moaned and fell to the floor.

"Why you filthy little b-" He said uttering the curse word. Peach ran to Pikachu and began to run for her life, but something rough and warm closed around her ankles, making her trip to the floor. She struggled to get away from him but suddenly she found him on top of her, and her arms pinned to the floor. She screamed so loudly that if she could, she would have clamped her own hands over her own ears. The last thing she saw was another figure in the alleyway. Her pulse quickened. The man on top of her swore, and pain erupted in Peach's head, white light filled her head as she heard somebody yell and she knew no more.

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Peach's POV

I blinked once. The whole room was in a haze, like the boundary lines disappeared. I blinked again. It was clearer, and I noticed some figures in front of me. I blinked once again and everything cleared.

Zelda, Marth, Link, Saria, and Samus's heads all swam into vision. Everybody looked relieved. Everyone but Saria.

"The damsel in distress has woken everybody, let's have a celebration and feast." She drawled expecting Link to laugh. He did in a nervous way but immediately stopped when Zelda eyed him with a chilly look.

"M-my head hurts. What's going on?" I asked, trying to sit up, but Samus forced me down again.

"We rescued you." Link said, his blue eyes searching mine, "Marth and I, I mean to say." He added quickly.

Something was nagging me but I when I tried to rack my brains for what it was, it made my head hurt more. I reached up for my head gingerly and touched it. I groaned and sank further into the pillows.

"Did you catch the guy?" I asked, trying to find what was bugging me.

"No, he got away. But we tore off the bit of stocking he was wearing on his head, and we also got this on your clothes." Marth said, shifting on his left leg. He held out a black piece of cloth and a vial. A number of things fell out as well. He scrambled to pick them up. When he crammed a piece of black fabric, he straightened up and showed me the cloth. It was made of thick soft velvet. That would mean that this person, whoever he was, either had to be rich or stole it from someone rich. The next pieces of evidence were several pieces of bluish hair. I thought about Pikachu growling, and was familiar with who this was.

"Whoever belongs to this person is anime." I mused aloud. "And is an enemy of Pikachu." Then with a jolt I realized what was nagging me. "Where is Pikachu anyway?" I asked everybody sharply.

"He's unconscious. You'll be able to see him once you recover from your wounds." A flat voice came from the door.

I looked up slowly, knowing and hating the voice. I saw his fiery red hair to complete who the person was. "Roy." I said in an equally flat voice, looking at the teen that was leaning against the doorway casually, his hands shoved in his jeans pocket.

"Yeah, I decided I had some time to spare to check on a girl with minor wounds." He shrugged.

I flinched at the word "minor". The wound I had received didn't feel minor. Hadn't I passed out because of my "minor" wounds? I didn't reply, but chose to ignore him.

"Well, can I see him now?"

"Did you not hear me?" Roy said in an annoyed tone, "You're too weak."

"You know what you stupid, supposed to be general? I'm stronger that you think. So don't go ordering around people you don't know. Only I know how strong I feel. Even if you are a general, you should think twice, commanding people who weren't even placed under your command." I retorted back.

"I know a weak person when I see one. You yourself don't know how much blood you lost. I, as the "supposed to be general" have seen bloodshed. I've fought in more wars you have. I've seen people dying before my eyes. So don't you go lecturing me about weak people!" He barked back.

"Hey, mate. She's still weak." Said an alarmed Marth, who was restraining Roy from hitting me." Samus had her arm on my arm, putting pressure against it. "C'mon, guys, let's get out of here." He led everyone out. As Saria passed me, she pinched my arm hard and grinned nastily at me. She made a rude hand gesture and with a final flick of her hair, she went away.

I looked after them, suddenly feeling lonely. The only people in the room were Roy and I. I did not want to be in the same room he was. What were the odds he was going to attack me? To protect myself I had to do something. "I'm sorry about acting like a jerk to you." I blurted out.

He looked at me surprised. His eyebrows became one as he frowned at me. "Trying to make me feel guilty now?" He snapped, crossing his arms.

I noticed a big scratch on his arm. "No. I don't want to be the enemy. That's all." I told him so softly, I wasn't even sure he could hear me. "How did you get that scratch on your arm anyway?"

He looked at me, and uncrossed his arms as I asked the question. Like he wanted to conceal it from me. "I was leaving my room, when I crossed the shelf. I scratched myself against it." He said, his grumpy mood vanishing. He looked alert now.

"Oh." I didn't entirely believe him, but I didn't want to be alone with a person who could kill me.

I looked around casting for a subject.

"So, did your rapist er, do anything to you?" He asked, trying to ease himself from discomfort.

"Apart from this?" I gestured at my bandaged head, "He did swear a lot, and his voice was deep, like it matured but it wasn't rough, it was smooth. He called me some stuff. I kicked him that's why." I explained.

"Did he inflict any damage though? Apart from your head. Did he fulfill what he wanted to?"

I realized what he was asking. "He… well… He tore some of my clothes off." I blushed when I said this.

He looked at me. He saw me blushing. He didn't say a word but his cheeks deepened to a maroon color. He looked at me angrily. That moment I wished that I could teleport. His gaze was so frightening that it could kill. Then he angrily stomped out of the room, banging the room shut. I looked after him. Then I settled for a fitful sleep. And I had a dream.

Peach screamed in agony as the rapist slapped her hard across the face. She looked at him and wrenched off his mask and gave a frightened gasp. It was Roy.

"You?" she asked incredulously.

"Me. But it's not what you think it is." He said eyeing me with a saddened look. Then he put the mask on her head gently and walked away.

I woke up with a sick, dry taste in my mouth. I walked up, feeling refreshed. It hurt where my head was, but it didn't feel as bad as before, though if I turned my head too fast or too far it would hurt me real bad. I walked away from the ward. I was aware that it was around 1:00 AM. I walked against the gentle breeze that played with my hair. I wrapped my arms around myself. It was cold. An unknown presence watched me like a hawk eyeing its prey. The amusement park was deserted, making it look like a ghost town. I became very uncomfortable. Why had I stepped out at a time where the place was deserted? All the shadows there played around my eyes. Then, a dark figure, swooped down in front of me. I stifled a gasp and nimbly side-stepped him and ran for my life, he closely tailing behind. I saw the hotel in front of me. Gasping, I pulled the handle and raced to the elevator. I pressed the button to go up three times.

"C'mon you slow dumb thing, hurry up, hurry up…" I could hear him running through the doors. I jabbed at the elevator doors pounding the button. Finally it was open. I raced inside pressed the twentieth floor button. But a gloved hand shot in, just as the doors closed. My heart raced and adrenaline pumped through my veins. He walked in as the doors closed. I squeezed to the end of the elevator.

"You have something I want." He hissed into my ear, the breath hitting my ear with a chill. "Now give it to me."

"No! I will never give you it! Ever!" I cried.

"Then I will take it from you." He growled and began groping for me.

As soon as he did, I ripped off the lower part of his mask revealing white skin. He yelped back and stayed away. I didn't dare go near him either. And once the elevator doors opened, I ran as quickly as I could, jammed the card key into my lock and opened the door. On the bed were Zelda, Saria, and Samus, looking worried.

"What happened?" I asked, panting and clutching a stitch in my side.

"You look a mess!" Zelda said. She grabbed me and set me on the bed. Her hands glowed a soft green and she held my hands for five minutes. Slowly, but surely, my fear drained, the sticky hot sensation subsided and I appeared as calm as ever. "Thanks for writing that poem." She added so only I could hear. Then aloud she said. "What happened?"

"Where's Malon?" I asked after telling my story to them. I hadn't told them about my dream. I didn't want to, especially in front of Saria.

"That's why we were up late. We got a note, Peach." Samus said looking down at her criss-crossed feet. She was very white in the face. "Malon got into a ride accident along with many others. Oh Peach," She said the next words, like she didn't believe herself saying them, "Malon is… is dead."

END OF CHAPTER 4!

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