I had been half asleep when it all happened. I was dreaming of clouds, white fluffy clouds- the warm sun pressing against my face, a hand in mine, bigger and comforting. A voice talking to me. It was sweet and heavenly, but I couldn't see the person's face when I looked at them, it was too bright. I could only make out the large white wings circling me and the smile beaming down at me. Is this what love felt like?

But all of a sudden, things started flickering. The bright clouds were constantly changing back and forth from the happy atmosphere to a dark, desolate place. The person looking down at me was flickering too- one second, bright and smiling, the next, pale and sad, back and forth. It was horrifying. And it kept getting quicker and quicker.

I pulled against that hand, but the vice like grip stuck to me, and suddenly the dark scenery stayed. It was cold. There was a wind howling. There was only me and this person in this huge, empty place.

I struggled uselessly, but that hand just wasn't letting go! I looked up with fear, tears in my eyes. I wanted to scream and kick, but I could hardly move. The face looked down at me, broken wings lying limply by its side as its mouth silently formed words that I refused to read. It was trying to talk, but the sound wasn't reaching me as I screwed my eyes shut. I shuddered.

It was only us, and that cold, lonely wind. The hand let me go and I nervously opened an eye in fear.

I think that's when I woke up, but I couldn't be sure. Two red orbs were staring down at me from beside my bed. They belonged to that face. That sad, pale face.

The moon was barely shadowing the expression this person had. They looked like they were in pain- I could feel the sensation washing over this person in waves, their mouth a set, rigged line, eyebrows furrowed. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but something shiny met my eyes and I watched in sleepy confusion as the person lifted something and held it above their head in both hands, those eyes catching mine and holding them as tightly as the hand that was holding mine in my dream only seconds before.

They looked shiny. Really shiny. Were those tears? The person closed their eyes and shuddered before the object in their hands started descending—w-was that a knife?

I jumped with a squeak at the yell. It was Roy! But what...what was he doing here? Dad won't be too happy that he came to break me out again...

The person at the side of my bed jolted and whipped around, eyes opening again- oh, there's Dad. He looks furious at Roy, but then he looked at the person in my room and he seemed to stop. He looked frightened, then really, really mad. I've never seen Dad this mad. I squirmed- there were so many negative emotions in the air- It was suffocating.

Suddenly the stranger was turning to run away and Dad was yelling and trying to grab it- the crash hurt my ears and I hid beneath my blankets as a rain of glitter fell on me. Then it was silent. I let out a whimper and peeked out from under the blankets. Was it over?

The feelings in the room were too much. I was scared. Why was Dad so angry? I sobbed in fear and blinked back tears as they both looked at me, "D-Dad...?"

He didn't answer me. He just made shushing sounds and stroked my hair, trying to calm down. Roy send Dad a look and Dad returned it. I didn't understand. What was going on?

"I thought you said that thing was dead?" Roy started in a weary voice nervously. Dad growled and I whimpered.

"I saw it die! I didn't hear anything otherwise!" He snapped, brushing glass off of my covers as I sat up and reached for him. He held me close. "Christ, Pike- are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head. I was so confused. "I-I...don't think it wanted to hurt me Dad."

"Like hell it didn't!" Roy yelled, coming over to stare out my window into the night, rage boiling up again. "That thing is a monster! It had a knife and everything! How did it even get in?"

"Pike, that...that person isn't friendly." Dad said to me sternly, eyes cold as he caught mine. "Are you sure he didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine Dad!" I whined, squirming as he checked me over. His hand snatched mine and I winced in pain- ow! That hurt!

"Oh god-" Dad hissed, looking at the burn marks and charred substance over my hand. I looked at it in shock. When...when did that happen? Dad prodded it with his fingers and I yelped- That really, really hurt!

"Quit it Ike!" Roy came to my aid, prying his hands from mine, "Can't you see it hurts him? And we have more important stuff to think about here!"

Dad growled at Roy again and Roy backed up a little. He knew he'd crossed a line. "Nothing is more important than the wellbeing of my son!"

"Okay! Okay!" Roy whined, holding his hands up, "I-I just meant that—well, don't you think we should be worrying about this problem? He's gonna attack again! We need to find out how he got in and how he's still alive!"

I looked at Dad. I could feel he wanted to fight. He was just so angry. But he calmly stood up and pulled back my covers, picking me up out of bed and putting me on the floor where the glitter wasn't covering it. Wait- that's glass—My window!

"You're right." Dad sighed as Roy came over to him. "We need to spread the word. I don't think it'll just target Pike-"

Roy seemed to get the hint and paled. "Oh sh—Marth!"

Suddenly I was in Dad's arms and we were running again. What was going on? I don't like this! Whimpering I clung to Dad's shirt and hid my face. Why is everyone so scared?

Roy opened his room door with little care for it, the wooden frame smashing against the door and waking the blue-currently-pink-haired man with a start. He began yelling before he realised Roy's expression and suddenly started fretting.

"What's going on? Ike? Pike? Roy? What happened?" He looked at us all, trying to factor us all in to whatever could cause the general's expression to be so distressed.

Roy did seem to ease up a little though, and he sighed in relief. "You're safe-"

Another loud crash made me jump, and Dad looked down the hall. Marth got out of bed quickly, eyes wide and questioning, "What was that?"

We all quickly followed the noise to Uncle Link's room. Dad passed me to Marth and soon he and Roy kicked down the door. It was so loud. I covered my ears and shivered in Marth's arms.

Inside Link was fighting some kind of shadow. He was breathing heavily and cut severely in random places- he had one eye closed tightly against the stream of blood trickling endlessly from a cut on his forehead as he clutched the master sword tight.

"Link-" Roy started, coming to his aid before the Hyrulian spoke up, one hand darting from his blade to stop the redhead.

"Stay back!" Link yelled angrily, the black shadow moving against the light of the moon, a silhouette casually surveying the intrusion and waiting politely.

"What the hell is that thing?" Roy asked. Link once again turned to deflect the outburst.

"Just stay back! This guys is- Hey!"

Link advanced as the figure leapt for the window, soundlessly jumping out of the already shattered pane into the night. Link rushed to the broken glass to peer out and try to pick the form out from the endless darkness. He cursed loudly and hit the wall with a fist.

"Who was that?" Marth asked, holding me tightly, defensively. I didn't mind that my wings were being crushed. I was too terrified to notice. There were just too many emotions for me to handle- I was shaking and crying.

"Nobody I haven't met before." Link muttered, wiping the blood from his eye and relaxing a little. "But I thought I'd defeated them already."

Marth sighed angrily and Dad looked at him. "Just what is going on? Why is Pike crying- why are you so worked up?"

Dad sighed and rubbed his temples, agitated beyond belief. "I'll explain it to you Marth. Right now I need something to drink."

-

Dad has this habit. He always has to have something to drink when he's stressed. I don't know when he started, but I've noticed it recently. Like in the mornings, he can't function without a cup of coffee. Right now that's what he's serving everyone. I think it's nice. It's in the middle of the night and apparently I get to stay up. Not like I could sleep right now anyway.

"So?" Marth asked, holding his cup tightly and giving Link a steel eye while Roy tended to his wounds. "Explain."

"Um..." Roy murmured, dabbing at Link's forehead with some gauze, trying to staunch the blood flow a little. "Well, our story is a little different to Link's I think. But...You know how I went to break Pike out?"

Dad gave him a disapproving look, but Marth nodded. "Well...When I got into the room, um...you see..."

"He's alive." Dad cut him off, sick of his stumbling. "That devil."

Marth frowned, a little lost. "Devil...?" Even Link looked at Dad, questioning.

Dad glanced at me. "Pit's devil."

Who's Pit? I watched as Link bristled and Marth almost dropped his cup in alarm. "It? How? Didn't we kill it?"

"Technically it killed itself." Link huffed, grimacing as Roy applied more disinfectant to the shallow cut. "And I'm not really surprised. It was technically dead when it took over Pit's body, right?"

Dad seemed uncomfortable with the way this 'Pit' person's name was being used so flippantly. "Um...Dad?"

Dad didn't even need to hear my question. He sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "Pit is...Well, Pit is your mother, Pike." Oh! Wait...

I gave Dad a confused look. Body?

Marth intervened, "I don't give a damn about the technicalities, Link! I want to know how it's still alive!"

Link glared at Marth, "Hey, I have some questions of my own right now! It seems tonight is a night for the living dead!"

"Who was the guy in your room?" Roy asked, applying a bandage. "He kind of looked like..."

"Like me?" Link scoffed. "Well yeah. He is me, genius, just...more like a shadow. But I thought I had well...Killed him after our last show down. He keeps showing up out of the blue lately though, so...I have to be ready."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that they both showed up at the same time tonight." Dad muttered. "Even if your guy has a track record of this."

"Maybe it is though?" Link supposed, "You're not suggesting they're in cahoots right? My shadow isn't the kind of guy to band together with other people who aren't him. I've fought him long enough to know this. He has some kind of code of practice- you saw how he stopped attacking when I was distracted with you lot!"

"I'm just suggesting it to cover all the bases!" Dad snapped angrily. "In any case, we can't truly know what's on these guy's agenda apart from the fact that they'll attack again!"

Link huffed and made a sound of disagreement while Roy inspected the other cut wounds.

"Just saying but..." Roy piped up after a small check, "Um, Link's wounds aren't really severe. I know...well, I know that that Devil wanted to kill Pike but Link's shadow definitely wasn't trying to kill him."

Link frowned. "Who made you the genius in sword fighting?"

Roy scowled back, "I'm a general. I've been in my share of battles. You were fighting him- you should have been able to tell."

Everyone turned to Link as he seemed to fall into thought. "Well...he wasn't as serious as he usually is when I fight him in my own world, that's for sure...I think I did more damage to him than he did to me.."

"See?" Roy asked. "And why would it attack Link if the target in this whole charade was Pike anyway?"

I looked around the table as they all continued down this track, sometimes yelling, sometimes strategizing. I just listened. Why would someone want to kill me?

And while everyone was so mad at this shadowy angel person...I couldn't bring myself to do it.

There was fear in those red eyes, and I know it.

Twwwooo yeeeearrrsss laterrrr

I really dropped the ball on this one guys. But after completely rehashing the storyline, I've found the motivation to try and finish this showboat finally!

Also after rereading My Light I kind of had some awesome feels for Dark Pit and want to finish his story that was so bipolar throughout it.

Just a warning that this story may not always revolve around Pike anymore guys.
Lol if there are any of you still out there reading this. Iloveyouguys.