AN: As nice as it is to see people adding both me and my story to their favorites lists(you know who you are, people), reviews are nice. Wonderful, in fact. After all, how can I grow as an author if diseased branches are not torn off by the cruel winds of criticism? . That was a bad metaphor, and for that I apologize. And have I not dropped enough hints as to reveal the nature if this Ship I'm shipping lightly? Fear not, all will be made clear... you wish.
Disclaimer: ...Why am I doing this again? I mean, you already know that I own absolutely nothing, not even a Wii or a copy of SSBB... *runs off to cry in the courner*
Samus: ...Does this mean I still get my story told or not, Kami?
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Surprise Surprise, Part Two.
I'm standing there, trying to recover from the blinding changes in light. Finally, my eyes adjust, and... nobody's there. Funny, I could have sworn I just saw one of the two Hands... I step further into the foyer, and the door slam shut behind me. Oh great. We have ghosts now. The lights go off, again, and I start charging my beam, using the light it creates to watch were I'm walking. I will say this about the other smashers, we aren't the neatest bunch, even if the Hands keep going after us, complaining about being forced to act like maids. Why Master Hand doesn't simply Create a clean area where the mess was or why Crazy Hand doesn't just destroy the mess in the first place is beyond me. Maybe they're both insane. Two floating hands, and I'm wondering whether or not they're insane. Gods, I'm losing it today.
I walk further into the foyer, and I catch a glimpse of movement from one side. I wheel around, pointing my arm cannon in the direction of the movement, but I can't get a lock on it. I keep walking, and enter the hallway, where I find... nothing. Not even a single electric light. I'm hungry, a long day of listening to idiots yap about their problems will do that to you, even when you aren't doing anything else, so I make my way to the dining room. Room? More like a Great Hall.
I stand outside the carved oak paneling, looking as I normally do at the intricacies of the work. This is too good for a door to anywhere, it should be in a museum with other works of art. Shaking my head, I start inputting the command to release my Varia Suit. Carefully, relishing the feel of the grain under my hands, I open the door.
"SURPRISE!" I stand there, looking like a fool at the people I thought I knew. Surely they mean someone else! "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
I snap. To be fair, if any of the things that have a habit of happening on my birthday happened to you, you would to. "This is NOT A HAPPY DAY! IT WASN'T A HAPPY DAY WHEN RIDLEY SWOOPED DOWN AND KILLED MY PARENTS, IT WASN'T A HAPPY DAY WHEN THE SPACE PIRATES KILLED THE CHOZO, AND IT WAS AN ABSOLUTE MISERABLE DAY WHEN THEY KILLED ADAM MALKOVICH!" I stalked out of the room, my hunger forgotten, all but sprinting to the training room.
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"I think that went rather well," my idiot brother laughs. I slap him.
"You're a Father damned fool, Crazy. I can't believe I'm related to you. This is playing out... exactly... like... Oh shit, she wouldn't... She would. Shit. I gotta go!" I cry over my heel, flying off to the training room, hoping I would make it in time.
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I get there easily, and load the program up. "PLEASE SELECT DIFFICULTY," the monotonous feminine computer voice says.
"Insane difficulty."
"PLEASE SELECT BRAWL TYPE."
I need a good ass kicking session. "Cruel Brawl."
"PLEASE SELECT NUMBER OF STOCKS."
Eh, what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. "One stock."
"PLEASE VERIFY: INSANE CRUEL BRAWL WITH ONE STOCK."
Master Hand floats in and bellows wordlessly, but I ignore him. "Yes."
"PLEASE STAND BY. BATTLE COMMENCING MOMENTARRILY. CHOOSE AUDIO TRACK."
"Random."
"RECORDED. AUDIO TRACK IS RELINQUISH THE BEAST. LOADING BATTLE IN THREE... TWO... ONE... BEGIN."
Suddenly, I am teleported to Final Destination, as the song the computer had chosen at random played.
Relinquish the beast inside...
I listen to the song for a second, before the wire frames start showing up. I find myself with a savage grin, as the barriers I had placed to guard against my rage, sorrow, and pain come crashing down.
Surrender to your emotions...
I whirl, as if this was a dance, my plasma whip breaking one of the wire frames in two. I spin, killing another, and latched onto one, which I throw into the group. I watch, my satisfaction growing, as the wire frames died, some of them horribly mutilated, and still they kept coming.
Feel your darkness spread
Like blood from broken heads.
Relinquish your emotions
Holding them just hurts you
Let go of your emotions
And nothing more will harm you.
They just want your downfall...
They want to hurt you...
But you won't let them, will you?
Not again, not ever again.
I keep killing them, I've killed about a hundred by this point. Still they keep coming, still I keep killing. The song's half over, and I'm getting the best exercise I've had in longer than I care to think about.
Relinquish the beast!
Relinquish the beast!
Relinquish the beast!
They think they know you
Well you're gonna prove 'em wrong.
They think they control you
But they're dead, and dead wrong.
You are strong
But the beast, stronger.
You are angry
The beast is Rage.
You, forlorn.
The beast, Sorrow.
Surrender to-
Relinquish the-
Let go of-
Release your-
Relinquish the beast within.
Relinquish the beast within.
Relinquish the beast within.
The song ends, and I've killed close to two hundred wire frames. One comes charging at me; I jump. Big, last, and only mistake. One of them hits me with a mid-air side smash, knocking me clear off the edge of the arena. I come to, back in the teleportation room, and see Master Hand floating there, clearly worried. I push him away, after all, if I get close to anyone, they'll die. My past teaches me that much.
I look outside, see that night is falling. I shouldn't have let go of my emotions, it just brings my wounds up to the surface. I don't have anyone to talk about my problems to, I've always been the listener of the mansion. No matter what, Samus knows the answer. That's what they say, anyway, after I've helped them. I snort, just thinking about it, like I did when I heard it. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, and decide upon a plan of action. I can't live with this, that's for sure. Fitting, in a way, the day that claimed my parents, my brethren, and my heart will be the day to claim my life.
***
I fly down the hallways, praying to... someone, I don't know, who does the embodiment of the forces of Creation pray to? I hope I'm not too late, that I can prevent history from repeating itself. Last time a smasher killed himself, Young Link sacrificed his essence so I could revive him... except he was changed. Link wasn't Link anymore, he had changed, though I didn't think anyone else figured it out until he turned into a wolf. That took explaining. They still haven't figured out that Young Link is dead, and I replaced him with a cartoon version of Link, so I'm happy about that, anyway. But I can't exactly replace Samus, if she does kill herself. I stop in front of her room, blast open the door, and see my worst nightmare.
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They're grumbling. I know it's too early in the morning for this, I know that it's only two in the morning, but damn it, when one of my smashers decides to kill herself, especially one as well loved as Samus, it's a serious matter.
"Why'd you call us at this hour!"
"Do you have no idea what time it is?"
"You can't possibly mean to tell us about a tournament now!"
Everyone is speaking at once, most yelling about these three things in one variation or another. In answer, I pull off the sheet on the table behind me. The room... dies. Only way I can explain it. A silence so complete that the drop of a pin would be sacrilegious. I whisper, keeping my voice incredibly low so no one can hear how emotionally unbearable this is for me. "I'm not stupid, I know what time it is. But... when one of my smashers kills herself... it's a very serious matter."
"It... it can't be. Not Samus. She wouldn't do this," a psychic voice speaks, shocked.
"I don't know why either... but it is suicide."
Everyone starts speaking at once again. "What can we do?"
"If... if someone is willing to give up their life for her... I can bring her back... but she'll be... changed. I don't know how."
Everyone starts babbling about how they should do it, and they all surge forward. Suddenly, everyone starts glowing an amethyst purple, as Mewtwo used Psychic. "I owe Samus so much more than my life. Without her, I wouldn't have stayed around on the mortal coil to meet my mate," he said, turning to Lucario. "I will lay down my life for her, because she deserves so much more, and this is the least I can do."
"NO! You mustn't!"
"Lucario, my mate, my heart, I must. I am only sorry I won't live to see our children." At this, we all gasped, and Lucario blushed. Mewtwo turned back to me, and said, "I will gladly give my life for Samus Aran."
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AN: I know, I know, 'How could you, you horrible, evil fiend?!' Yes, yes, I hate me too. But there is a thing called a set-up. This is still rising action. Don't worry too much, though, the climax is next chapter, and then all will be resolved. What do you think of the pairing I have in hand? Is it unique or what?