Chapter 6

Red Velvet

Saturday was the day off for employees at the coliseum, therefore it was laundry and shopping day.

Roy went shopping, naturally, as he was the one with the driver's license.

Though the brothers stayed in different rooms, they relied on each other for some skills that one of them happened to lack. For example, Marth was a master at doing laundry, while Roy had always been a very frugal shopper.

Roy walked out of the store, and headed for the car. As he started to load groceries, he noticed Ganondorf standing by his Rolls Royce. Roy ducked behind the car, and watched him. He appeared to be waiting for someone. After about ten minutes, Marth's girlfriend, Emily, walked up to him. Ganon smiled wickedly and gave her a truly evil looking kiss. She put her hand on his chest and smiled. They said a few words to each other. But of the few words Roy heard, one stuck out. Rose. Roy could only guess that he was calling her that. Then it hit him: Ganondorf had a wife. A wife named Rose.

Roy watched as they both got in the car and drove off. Marth is not gonna like this... he thought. He packed the rest of the groceries in the car and left quickly.

Meanwhile, Marth was just finishing up the laundry. One good thing about him; he got things done. He sat down on his plush couch and sighed. Finally done... he thought. Whatever shall I do with the rest of this fine day?

Interrupting his thoughts, there was a knock on the door. Marth stood and walked over to answer. He opened, and there stood Emily.

"Hey! What's got you over here?" Marth asked.

"I missed you. I'm allowed to do that, right?"

Marth chuckled. "Well of course you are. Won't you come in?"

Emily nodded and stepped in the door.

"Sit down, and I'll get you a drink, huh?"

Emily sat down. "I'm not thirsty, thanks. But I am hungry..." she said, pulling him onto the couch and and putting her arms around him.

Before Marth could even come up with a charming response, he found himself lip wrestling. But no sooner than Marth's guard was out cold, did Emily take out a knife and shove it through his stomach. He fell back onto the other side of the couch, staring helplessly at the knife. He looked back up at her and mouthed, "Why?" then he passed out. She had an almost pitiful look on her face, but whatever emotion starting to form was interrupted by the drop of several grocery bags behind her. She didn't have the time to turn around before she had been hit over the head with what felt like an iron skillet.

Roy called 911 and immediately afterward, he carefully removed the dagger while pressing one of the clean t-shirts in a nearby bin against the wound to prevent blood loss.

"It's gonna be okay, bro. It's gonna be okay," he said more to himself than the unconscious Marth. He put his head against his brother's and tried to keep from crying while he waited for the paramedics to arrive.

Marth's eyes opened, and instantly met with Roy's.

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright!" Roy said, laying his hand on Marth's arm.

"Mmm. Your eyes are red..." Marth muttered.

"You're the only family I've got that even cares. Of course my eyes are red," Roy said. "Listen, when you get out of here, there's something I need to tell you..."

Marth sat up with pain. "What?"

"I didn't want to tell you now..."

"Tell me now. What's up?"

"Okay," Roy said, exhaling. He relayed what he had seen at the market that morning.

Marth simply stared at his hospital gown. "Are...are you sure that's what you saw?"

Roy nodded. "I'm sorry, bro."