Three chapters of chill…let's add a fourth one to the mix. Looks like it's my turn.
Falco: Hey everyone!
If you don't know who's writing this chapter…yeah…XD Anyway, it's just going to be Falco up here with me. Closing each of my chapters will be Marth and Bowser.
Falco: Yup! So…uh…well, since I don't have to constantly say a disclaimer, now what?
We start the chapter. Okay then. For everyone out there, here's La Belle's fourth chapter!
He didn't want it to end this way…
Yet he knew he was powerless…
Fear bit into his heart, and made him faint…terror stuck his mind, and he could not think…sorrow raged his body, and he was powerless…
Why did this have to happen?
…Why did he…have to… to… …
Mario ran throughout the mansion, now screaming Luigi's name. Why didn't he come back? Where was he?
His heart was hammering now, and not because of being alone in the…"less occupied" halls of the mansion. It also wasn't because of the many paintings that seemed to be staring at his running form.
No…it was the fear of losing the ones he loved. First Dr. Mario, his counterpart, is found dead, with a knife jammed in his face…then Peach is suspected of the crime, and is locked away…and now Luigi had vanished…without a trace…
What was going on? Where was he? And what about Mewtwo, who also seemed to vanish into thin air?
Mario shook his head angrily. He didn't have enough time to think about Mewtwo! Right now he had to concern himself with Luigi.
He spent two hours searching, although it felt to him like more; two hours of pounding footsteps, of hopeless name calling…of desperate searching. Upon seeing no trace of his brother, the plumber wandered back to his room, where Yoshi was standing.
"Did you find anything?" the dino asked hopefully.
"No," Mario replied dimly. "There's no sign of him anywhere. What happened?"
"Ness said he never showed up after the battle," Yoshi said. "Maybe we should check the arenas themselves?"
"Master Hand says nothing down below," Mario said darkly. "So there's no bother even looking. And, of course, what he says goes."
"GUYS!" A voice shouted. There was a rush of footsteps, then the sound of something slamming into the door. "Owwww…" Mario opened his door to find a dazed Pichu.
"What's going on?" Mario asked the little mouse, who came to his senses fairly quickly.
"Ness is locked up too!" Pichu replied. Mario and Yoshi faced each other, shocked. "You missed it! Master Hand said Ness tampered with the teleportation system somehow, and so he decided to lock him up with Peach."
"Why isn't Peach released?" Mario asked, half shouting.
"Well, according to Master Hand, it's cause, and I quote, 'It is better to be on the safe side.'"
"What about that dude, Albrecht?" Yoshi asked. "Did anyone tell him people are dying?"
"I dunno," Pichu replied, shaking his head. "Maybe."
"I hope so," Mario muttered.
There was nowhere he could run…but that didn't matter…
He couldn't move anyway.
He could hear the footsteps…echoing louder. He could feel his heart hammering inside him. He could feel…
D.K. and Bowser stared long and hard at the T.V. screen located in the Match Lounge, despite it being black. The next battle was going to begin soon, however, and the two did not want to lose their seats.
"So, who's up next?" D.K. asked absentmindedly.
"Mr. Game and Watch against Marth," Bowser replied.
"Game and Watch doesn't stand a chance," D.K. said.
"I dunno," the koopa countered. "He's been training an awful lot, Game and Watch. But will he match Marth? That's the question."
"Nah."
Mr. Game and Watch stood in the center of his room. He had never felt more nervous in his life, which confused him. It was just another tournament…wasn't it? True, Mewtwo and Luigi vanished, and Dr. Mario was killed…but that was just coincidence…
…wasn't it?
"Game Watch?" A voice brought the two dimensional figure to his senses. His door opened to reveal Marth, his opponent.
"Hi," Game Watch said cheerfully. Seeing the swordsman dispelled him of his fears, despite the fact he was his opponent. "Is it time?"
The prince nodded, and the two headed for their arena, which was the Temple. But before entering the arena, Marth stopped.
"Wait," he said. Game Watch looked confused. "May the best smasher win. Good luck."
"Uh huh! You too! Good luck!" the flat smasher said, holding out his hand. The two combaters shook hands; then entered the arena. The crowd began to cheer as the announcer's voice boomed over their heads.
"Ready? GO!"
The battle began.
Ganondorf stared long and hard at the patch of ground, quickly realizing that someone had dug sometime before. Whoever it was obviously tried to camouflage what he or she did, but still, the ground looked just a tiny bit uneven…
Not to mention that he also saw this place in a dream.
Grabbing a shovel he took from a broken down shed located nearby the mansion, the gerudo began to dig up whatever was down there.
Game Watch, slightly panting, pulled out his bell and gently swung it back and forth as he awaited his opponent's return. It was more of a stress reliever in battle rather than a taunt. Both combaters lost their first stock; however, they knew the battle wasn't over yet.
He spied Marth dropping from the teleporter designed to bring the smashers back to the stage, and he hid. Game Watch knew if he rushed in, it would result in trouble, so he played differently.
Not that it was strongly working…the prince eventually found the two dimensional smasher and smashed his away. Game Watch caught himself as he fell and pulled out his Judgment Hammer. The attack was successful, but the number was only two.
Ganondorf dimly wondered how deep this hole was, and what was hidden in it. When he stood to catch his breath, he saw he already dug half his height. He wondered what the others, especially Master Hand, would think if they saw him here. Would they think him nuts?
He continued to dig.
The tide of the battle had turned in Marth's favor; Game Watch had too much damage and only one stock remaining.
No items graced the stage, so the flat smasher was on his own. He dodged a few of the sword swipes aimed in his direction, but one unlucky blow, for him at least, sent him away and off the stage.
He jumped, double jumped, and gave a short cry; two of his fellow kind, both firemen, appeared with a trampoline. Using the trampoline as a spring, Game Watch successfully reached the edge of the Temple.
But that was what Marth was waiting for. Game Watch looked up, only to see Marth bring down his sword on him; a fully charged Shield Breaker attack. The attack hit the flat smasher, and he was quickly sent back off the sides. He had no chance.
"GAME!"
The shovel hit wood, which surprised Ganondorf. Putting it aside and using his hands, he found the top of what looked to be a…wooden casket…
The gerudo shivered. To his surprise, it didn't appear to have any sort of lock on it. He somehow managed to open it…
…only to find Mewtwo's lifeless body…
Game Watch frowned, but at the same time, he wasn't upset at all. Well, he wasn't that upset anyway. He had faced a difficult opponent, and did the best he could.
He walked back to his room, but with each step he took, he felt the nervousness return…and get stronger. He glanced backwards, but nothing was there. Letting out a gulp, he continued on his way, ignoring the little voice screaming at him to be near people.
His room looked no different than before, but there was a strange feeling lurking in the air…he made sure to lock his door before jumping onto his strangely made bed.
Before he could think about resting, his door exploded. There he was, standing in the doorway. Game Watch was shaking, badly.
"The time has come," he said in a raspy voice. Game Watch shook his head. "Do not deny your fate. Your time has come. Will you be like the others, or must I do things the hard way?"
Game Watch didn't say anything; instead he let his actions answer that. He bolted. He ran past him and rushed away; his goal being the main lounge that most of the smashers should be in right now.
However, before he could turn into the next hallway, he felt a strong burst of pain, and fell to the ground. Two steel spikes were embedded into his legs.
There was nowhere he could run…but that didn't matter…
He couldn't move anyway.
He could hear the footsteps…echoing louder. He could feel his heart hammering inside him. He could feel…the knowledge that he wasn't going to make it seep into his brain…and he accepted it.
He didn't want it to end this way…
Yet he knew he was powerless…
Fear bit into his heart, and made him faint…terror stuck his mind, and he could not think…sorrow raged his body, and he was powerless…
Why did this have to happen?
…Why did he…have to…to…die…?
He stood there, looking over his flat victim. He held seven more spikes in his hands. With quick, deadly swiftness, he stuck, embedding the spikes into Game Watch.
Two in each shoulder…
Two in each hand…
Two in the head…
And the last in his neck…
With a smirk, he knew his job was done. He looked to make sure no one was around before walking off.
Leaving behind a hall of silence, complete with a little mat of black…
That mat being the smasher once known as Mr. Game and Watch.
Bowser: That's the end of her chapter!
Marth: The fourth victim has fallen. And well, there's not much else to say. Review!