The Mario Games

by Matt1251

The Arena. The malice of life and death. Eight districts, in their tribute to the Capitol, have put forth their finest soldiers to fight to the death, all in the name of tribute. This is battle. This is war. This is the Mario Games.

3. Chapter 2: The Train, Day 1

Chapter 2: The Train, Day 1

Mario's POV

This little elderly Toad came up to us and started saying things about how he was our 'mentor' for the Games. I just stood there nodding. I thought, What is this? We don't need a mentor! We're the heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom! I could tell Luigi was thinking the same thing. When he left, he whispered to me.

"What's with that guy?"

"I know!" I whispered back. "We don't need a stinking mentor!" Luigi made a baby face.

"These guys think we're babies, that we can't do anything without their help. Goo goo gaa gaa." I had nothing to do but laugh at his antics. We recieved our dinner: turkey pot roast. With a complimentary pot of gravy to go along with it. We ate the roast in silence, as if this was mediocre. In reality, it was the best food we've ever tasted, but we had bigger things on our minds.

Daisy's POV

Peach, with her hilarious things that she's done with her 'little servant', as I call him, was steely to me as always, even though we both knew that we were going to be thrust into the arena without warning. As we were scolded by our mentor about our 'girliness', I just stood there, fuming. This chick is my ally? Even if she is, I'ma backstab her in the arena, no doubt! Peach didn't know a word of what I was thinking, and I will see to that. All the way into the arena. Well, if I manage to get that far.

Toadette's POV

I can't believe this. I can't believe this was happening. Our 'mentor' let us go, and I instantly shuffled off to the back of the train. There, I saw the scenery pass by me. I opened the window, the wind in my face. Even with this exilaration, I thought this was the last time we would ever be together. I imagined the arena, a desolate wasteland of technology, and I shivered. The Gamemakers would throw anything and everything at us. I could gaurantee that. We're the lowest of all the heroes, or at least, that's how Peach views us. I knew that Toad, my life's dream, was thinking the same thing. I requested my food to be brought to the back of the train. When it finally came, the waiter frowned. "If you act like that, you'll never win." He then stomped away. I just ignored him, and picked at my meal, silent.