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What Lies In the Dark

Chapter 11


Fox walked alone in the hallways. He was heading back to Master Hand's office, to see if the Gerudo had finally confessed anything. It was late now. The sun was no longer visible in the sky. The murderer would surely make a move now. It was the time of day everyone dreaded and feared. It was mostly likely the time of day where the murderer felt more powerful, and in control.

It was night out. Darkness surrounded them.

Even with a lights in the mansion supporting them, no one felt safe. The lights were supposed to protect them, help them. So far, the darkness has taken control. The murderer lurks within the darkness. Watching. And blending. They are becoming one with the very thing everyone feared.

When you're alone, walking the hallways seemed to last forever. You felt as if, your feet are moving, but in reality you're not. That's how Fox felt, as he continued down the long narrow hallway leading back to Master Hand's office. He had walked with Roy to his dorm, and the two had talked until Roy fell asleep. After, Fox had left.

He heard the beating of his heart clearly, as his footsteps steadily pounded on the ground below. His hand began to hurt from clutching the book so tightly. Sweat drops fell from his forehead, as he glanced upon some of the pictures hanging up on the wall.

They were taken during the tournament, and the particular picture Fox had set his eyes on, was in the over at the tournament building. Five smashers were standing in front of the graffiti truck. Bowser. Mr. Game and Watch. Roy. Young Link. And Pikachu.

Bowser stood in the back, since he was the biggest of them all. In front of him stood, Roy and Young Link, both of them giving the peace signs. Pikachu rested on the ground in the front, a loving smile on his face. Mr. Game and Watch stood off in the side, his arms crossed as he glared at the camera.

A picture is worth a thousand words. But as Fox continued to stare at it, he learned a little bit more.

A sudden gust of wind blew into the hallway, causing Fox to immediately look around. It was the same wind Fox felt in Master Hand's office, before Falco's ghost appeared. He felt a presence near by, pretty soon, more than one.

" Falco!" Fox called, stepping back from the photo.

He stood in the middle of the hallway, looking down both directions. He was alone.

Get out… A faint voice hissed.

Fox took a deep breath, swallowing hard. His nerves began to rise, and pretty soon he was panicking. More voices entered is head, different voices shouted at him. Telling him to do things he didn't understand.

He stretched his arms out in front of him, glancing at the book. It began to shake, and the title steadily began to glow. Fox's eyes widened. The voices returned, but this time…Fox could make them out. They were smashers, his friends…those who have been killed.

Run Fox…

Get out…

Hurry….

" What…" Fox panted, grunting through his teeth. The book continued to shake. " …Stop…"

Fox let out a scream, and tossed the book down the hallway. He fell to his knees, catching his breath, watching as the book landed right side up. The voices vanished, the shaking had stopped. He watched the book, waiting for something else to happen. Nothing did.

Fox sighed deeply, listening to the sudden pounding from behind. Someone was running in his direction. Fox stood to his feet, and turned, only to find a tall figure behind him. Before Fox could get a better look, the figure pushed passed him, knocking the smasher back to the ground.

The young fox, flipped to his stomach and watched a tall hooked figure, continue running down the hallway. The figure kicked the book, causing it glided further over the window, on the far hand wall. The figure turned the corner, and continued to run.

Fox wasted no time, getting back to his feet. He ran down the hallway, grabbing the book before chasing after the figure. Who was that person? Was it the murderer? Roy had told Fox the murderer was short, but this person is tall. Fox was perplexed, but was determined to find out.

As Fox continued to run, he noticed he felt lighter. He felt as if something was missing, but his mind was too focused on the murderer than anything else. Pretty soon, Fox's footsteps were the only ones heard. Fox wasn't giving up, as he turned the last corner. To his surprise, he didn't find the murderer. Instead he found Marth, by colliding right into the prince.

" Calm down Fox!" Marth explained, standing to his feet, after the crash. " Where's the fire?"

" Sorry." Fox apologized, as he bent over picking up the book.

" What's wrong?" Marth crossed his arms, his blue eyes stared down upon the smasher.

" You wouldn't happen to see someone come by here, wearing a black cloak covering their body?"

Marth raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. " No, why did you…"

" I crashed into the murderer! That was the murderer, Marth."

Marth's eyes widened, fully understanding Fox's sudden behavior. Fox sighed deeply and walked passed Marth staring down the hallway. The murderer was just here. He almost had the one person who killed his best friend, and everyone else. And now, the murderer had slipped through his fingers.

Fox shook his head. He still didn't understand. The figure he was chasing, was tall. The one the Roy had fought, was short. Was it the same person? Or are there two? Two murderers…the thought terrified Fox.

" Hey Marth…" Fox steadily turned, facing the Altean Prince. " What would you think if I said there were two murderers?"

Marth seemed stunned, he practically fell over. " Two?"

Fox nodded. " Yes…" He spoke softly. " Roy encountered the murderer, but the murderer was short. This figure…the person I was chasing in the hallways was surely the murderer." Fox paused. He felt his heart pick up pace. " But this person was tall."

Marth frowned. He swallowed hard, lowering his eyes to the ground. Fox silently watched the prince, contemplating to himself. There was a good chance he was right. If Fox was right about there being two murderers, then everyone was in more danger than they thought. If one murderer caused all of this trouble, then he could only imagine what two would do.

" There's a good possibility." Marth replied.

" What should we do?" Fox questioned.

" We need to tell Master Hand." Marth explained. " Immediately."


The night was going to last forever.

That's what one certain smasher believed.

The night was just the beginning, which meant the beginning of terror. The murderer was powerful at night, and it was the perfect time to strike. Samus believed so. She had caught on to the murderer's game. Everyone who has been killed, has been killed at night. That's why, once the sun falls, the entire mansion panics.

Everyone knows. But what can they do?

Samus stayed in her dorm, once the sun had fell. She was roomed with Nana, the young Ice Climber. Zelda and Peach were lucky, for the two princesses were roomed together. Samus had to deal with not being with her friends, which didn't help her out with this murderer lurking around.

She wished she was with someone she could talk to, and trust. The Ice Climber Nana, was practically never around. She spent most of her time with her brother, Popo. Samus did have Captain Falcon, but he couldn't be with her all night. Only when he could. Which was another reason why she hated the dark.

The lonely bounty hunter entered her empty room and closed the door. She removed her suit, revealing her white tank-top and tight black shorts. She took out her hair scrunchie and bobby pins, letting her long blonde hair fall against her back.

Samus briefly glanced at her reflection, on the mirror in front of her, and sighed. In her expression, she could tell she was terrified and nervous. Who wouldn't be? All of the smashers had to be sharing the similar feeling, including Master Hand.

Sweat rolled down Samus' forehead, and her soft blue eyes that always seem to shimmer now were dull and red. She was exhausted, and miserable. Her hands constantly trembled, and she never found a reason to truly smile. Things have changed in the mansion ever since smashers have been killed. It has changed everyone, and everything.

As Samus tossed her suit onto the bed, getting ready to wash up, a knock came to the door. She jumped startled, feeling the violent beating of her heart. Samus sighed with relief, letting a small chuckle escape her lips.

It must be Captain Falcon, checking up on her.

" Come in!" Samus called.

The door opened, with an eerie ominous creek. No footsteps were heard entering the room, as Samus bent down searching within her suitcase for her towel. The light from the hallways entered her room, and a shadow appeared in the doorway. No voices were said. No movements were made.

" What's wrong?"

Samus stood to her feet, and looked at the mirror. Her eyes immediately widened, as an unknown figure stood standing in her doorway, dressed in a dark cloak. The only thing she saw on the figure, was their memorizing and terrifying green eyes.

Samus' bottom lip trembled, as she watched the figure lift its arm. In the figure hands, was a gun. A laser gun.

Samus let out a scream, but it wasn't enough to be heard over the echoing of gunfire.


Pichu silently roamed the hallways, upon hearing the strange gunfire. The Pokemon, along with Captain Falcon both followed the direction of the noise. Pichu was just heading to bed, when the gunfire was made. Captain Falcon had left Master Hand's office, heading up stairs, when he encountered the small yellow Pokemon.

" Pichu…" Pichu called softly. She turned the corner and suddenly stopped at the sudden wetness that was within the carpet. She frowned, and lifted her hand, seeing that it was red. " What's this?"

She hurried to the nearest door, and poked her head around the corner looking inside. Her eyes widened, at the sight in front of her. " Captain Falcon!"

Captain Falcon reacted to the Pokemon's voice and ran down the hallway. His heavy footsteps pounded on the ground, until he stepped into the blood. His footsteps then steadied as he walked up behind Pichu, staring into the girl's dorm.

Pichu looked up at the teen, noticing his sudden expression. She stepped aside as Captain Falcon pushed his way into the room. The silent Pokemon watched, as Captain Falcon embraced the inert body, hysterically crying within her damp soaked shirt.

She sat in silence, feeling remorse. Tears rolled down Captain Falcon's cheeks. Words couldn't describe Captain Falcon's feelings, in Pichu's mind. She wanted to comfort him, but she kept quiet. Watching. What more was there to do? The murderer struck again. Another one killed.

" Samus…"

Pichu lowered her head. Her eyes fell upon a weapon outside the room. It must have been the weapon that took the bounty hunter's life. It was a gun, which had caused the gunfire Pichu and Captain Falcon heard.

It was a laser gun, much like Fox's.


A/N:

Wow. The first female to fall. Terrible, seriously terrible. Since this is so far, going to be my longest story yet, expect more updates! Yah! I don't want to spend to much time on this story, even though I really enjoy writing it.

So, have our faithful smashers figured out that there are two murderers? Hmm. Fox is a smart one.

Ah, and new freaky things happening with the book! Don' you just love when new things happen?

Until Next Time!