Chapter 4
Ambush
Roy walked through the door of the coliseum. He felt better than ever…and hungrier than ever.
Hmm…French bread. Yes, that sounds good. And soup? Why not.
He didn't know why he was so happy. He just felt great, and nothing could ruin his mood. Marth met him by the cafeteria.
"Someone's early today! You must be feeling better."
Roy did arm curls with his chair while he ate his baguette with the other hand. "Boy, do I! I've never felt better in my life! Today's gonna be a good day. I know it!" He put his chair back down and sat.
"You had better hope so. The robot lady's up and kickin' again, and I think she wants a rematch."
Roy punched the air. "She wants a rematch, eh? I'll give her the fight of her life!"
Marth stood. "I'm glad you're so optimistic. Say, did she mention her name?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, Samus. Weird, right?"
"That is a strange name. I like it, though."
"Almost as weird as Ganondorf."
That struck a cord in Marth's mind. "Speaking of that fool…I saw him parked again. But we never see him in the building…What do you suppose he's doing?"
Roy finished his food and threw away the wrapping and such. "Dunno. Ever thought of looking for him? There are a bunch of neat doors I've seen lately, and I always did want to explore the building."
"I guess curiosity never hurt anyone-"
"Except the cat," Roy said jokingly.
"But," Marth said, starting to grin, "We aren't cats, now are we?"
After work, Marth and Roy met in the lounge.
"Ready?" Marth asked.
"Ready."
They took off down the hall to the left of the exit; one they had never been through. Roy took notice of the paintings of champions on the walls. One of them looked just like Marth. When he read the print, his eyes went wide.
"Dude, look at this!"
Marth walked over from a door window he had been staring through. "What?"
"I think it's one of our ancestors! It says 'Ike Yoshihima'!"
"Wow, he looks just like me! I wonder why Mom or Dad didn't tell us."
"Look at this one! He looks just like me, too." Roy pointed to a painting of a gallant warrior standing on a rock with his sword in the air. He had the same fiery red hair Roy did.
"'Kyo Yoshihima'. I guess the hair's hereditary."
Suddenly, a shadow passed over the painting. The duo looked over their shoulders at the door window across the hall. Marth walked back over to look through it. As soon as he touched his forehead to the glass, the door swung open. Marth walked through the door cautiously, falchion in hand. Roy followed, also having unsheathed his weapon. When he closed the door behind them, a massive dark hand shot out from the corner behind the door and grabbed him by the neck. He was too shocked to react, and found himself pressed against an ridiculously muscular chest. A knife surrounded by dark electricity appeared under his chin.
"Marth!" Roy grunted through clenched teeth. Marth turned around.
"Wha-Ganon! What the heck are you doing?!"
"What does it look like I'm doing, fool? Your brother is on ransom. Do as I say, and he won't end up a slaughtered pig."
Marth couldn't have been angrier. Ganondorf was a jerk, but Marth didn't think he would ever do something like this.
"What do you want?"
"Well, first I would like you to close the shade over the door window." Marth did so.
"Good. Now look in the top cabinet over there and grab the duct tape." Marth looked in the cabinet and found the duct tape.
"I want you to tape your brother in all the right places until he can't move, understand?"
"You can't be serious!"
Ganondorf pressed the blade a little harder. "What was that?"
Marth screamed internally, and taped Roy's mouth, hands, and legs. "Now what?" he said grudgingly.
"Now," Ganondorf said, hefting Roy onto a table to the side of the room, "We fight. You and me, one on one."
"That's what this is all about?!" Marth shouted furiously. "You just wanted to fight?! We could've done that in the arena!"
"But I want to kill you. That is a barred hold, I believe."
"You're insane! What makes you think I'll lose?!"
"Just fight." Ganondorf held his fist back, and it became enveloped in a shroud of dark, swirling matter. He opened his hand and pitched a ball of electricity at Marth. Marth simply stepped to the side.
"Okay, I'll give you a fight," Marth said, running up and across the left wall. He shot off, landing directly on top of Ganondorf. He furiously began hitting Ganondorf's skull with the hilt of his falchion.
"Get off, spider monkey!" Ganondorf bent over, forcing Marth to slide off. He came back up with his knife in front, but Marth had disappeared. He had jumped over Ganondorf, and was currently hanging onto the top of the door frame.
"Where did you go?" Ganondorf said. Suddenly, he found himself on the ground with a blade pressed to the back of his neck.
"Right here." Marth said quietly. Without hesitation, he shoved his falchion through both of Ganondorf's shoulders. He stood, then kicked him in the temple, knocking him out.
"What an idiot." Marth cut Roy loose. "Sorry I had to do that, but as a brother, you're worth everything to me."
"Whatever. I knew you'd beat him anyway."
Marth smiled with relief. "Thanks. I suppose we should get him to the infirmary, eh?"
"Oh, yeah." They picked Ganondorf up by the waist and knees, and rushed him into the medical wing.