So, during over the course of the past few months I've been formulating ideas for this story's plot. That's the thing about how I write. I never start with a straightforward goal in mind. I kick the whole thing off with an adaptable concept, then over the course of my everyday life, I take the things that happen normally, and amplify them so they make sense and impact the story.
Where am I going with this?
Well, to hint, right now I'm listening to "Monster" by Imagine Dragons.
Boy, I can't wait to get started.
By the way, in a couple chapters, I'll be changing the name of this story to: What I Really Am. I think it fits the plotline more.
Well, enough chitchat, let's get going!
I believe we left off with Medusa…
You could pull any random mortal off the street and ask them how far they thought the distance between Heaven and Hell was. Some would think for a minute, put a hand to their chin, and eventually say something along the lines of: "impossibly far" or, "too far to traverse by any means conceivable." In reality, however, the opposite was true. There were those, with the right power and materials, who could cross the unfathomable gap between the two realms at will, and could make quite a regular habit out of it.
As one might expect, Medusa was one of those people.
Under normal circumstances, she wasn't allowed anywhere near Skyworld or even the mortal realm, as she would be driven back by Palutena's forces, who were on constant watch for her. Unfortunately, the backbone of the Goddess of Light's army was composed of a single angel, who was presently absent. And so the dark goddess found no issue as she traversed the Desert of Aleph, the massive, ever expanding wasteland that connected every realm by power unknown, even to the most ancient of the gods.
Warp points spawned at random in this barren wilderness, some leading to different worlds, some to nowhere at all. While the normal eye would find nothing but a sudden shock as a thunderous, immense purple wormhole would rip open the ground, rupturing the land, and then vanish a moment later, the eye of the immortal found another use. Harnessing the power of countless oracles, the ancient gods crafted a device, one that could predict the location, duration, and destination of any portal at any time. There was only one in existence.
And so it was, that Medusa, with the fierce desert wind driving through her serpent hair, retrieved the gadget from the recesses of her cloak.
It was an odd little thing, the gadget; to the untrained eye it might have appeared nothing more than a misshapen specimen of some mortal's attempt at public art. No bigger than a baseball, it was comprised of a small, golden cube, encircled by a single, gyrating ring of silver-encased Dyntanium, the rarest material known to the gods. The gadget's true name was lost to the ages, so the new deities dubbed it the Charon. When a portal was about to appear, the trinket would spring to life, the cube unfolding into an arrow-shaped sculpture, pointing in the direction of the anomaly, while the Dyntanium would begin to glow a certain shade, dependent on which realm the appearing portal would lead to. The material would shine white for Skyworld, green for the mortal realm, or red for the Underworld. Any realm unexplored or uninhabitable, even for the gods, would cause the element to whiter into a deep shade of black. The ring in which the Dyntanium resided would tick in a circle like a clock, indicating when the next portal would appear.
Medusa's lips twitched into a miniscule grin as the Charon flushed red, the cube clicking frantically as it arranged itself to reveal the portal's location.
Sure enough, a wormhole about the size of a small swimming pool tore open the space before her, roaring ferociously as the wind was agitated. She stepped inside the vortex.
As it always did, the reeking scent of charred flesh and stale blood greeted the goddess's nose as she stepped out of the portal and into the lower reaches of the Underworld. The unholy power that welled in her natural realm had flowed back to her the second she returned to her own domain, causing her to become several magnitudes larger, as now she stood the height of a large skyscraper. She turned her gaze wistfully to the sky, as if to say: Home, sweet home.
She spied a few of her winged minions against the bloody red of the horizon, tossed and turned in the stratosphere by the dreadful wind that never ceased to blow.
The goddess cringed. She hated it here.
Nevertheless, there was a job to be done. After a few minutes of titanic, thundering footsteps, as well as a quick stop to smash down a mountain or two, Medusa arrived at her palace.
The enormous construct seemed to represent the Underworld itself. Composed of dark, twisted, and disheveled pieces of filthy, coal-black stone, it seemed to tower endlessly into the sky, looming over the sad excuse for a world that lay hidden within its foreboding shadow. The goddess sighed as she entered the overwhelmingly huge doors that stood at the castle's front.
After a few twists and turns, she found herself in her private study, but not before shrinking herself down to the appropriate size for such a small room. Amidst the shelves and shelves of books of magical lore, half legitimate and half nonsense, sat a small table, with a large, welcoming seat behind it and delicate crystal ball placed on the center of it. Medusa took a seat and produced the vial she had concealed earlier, the holy elixir inside aggravated and restless, undoubtedly a result of the conflicting evil aura that emanated from every corner of the Underworld.
Uncorking the small glass container, she allowed the sacred water to flow from the bottle's mouth and onto the crystal ball, streaking down the sides and pooling around its base.
After a moment, the fluid was absorbed into the sphere, causing a faint, otherworldly light to begin glowing from the inside out. Soon, the luminance filled the ball throughout, and with a final, finishing flash, began to form an image…
Medusa grinned maliciously as the orb displayed Pit and Samus, speeding across the universe in the middle of space jump.
She cackled to herself.
"There, it seems I won't be needing to visit sis anytime soon…"
She fingered the glass globe, tracing its outlines excitedly.
"...but…as I'm told…displaying things isn't the only thing you can do…" she hissed, eccentrically conversing with the instrument before her.
As if answering her question, the little ball began to glow again. A thin film immediately slipped over the orb, gleaming brilliantly.
Medusa backed the image out just a tad, so as to view Samus's gunship in its entirety.
She snapped her fingers, causing the radiance of the sphere before her to spread to and envelop her hand. She slowly reached into the ball, her hand gradually approaching the ship.
She placed the top of her middle finger against the pad of her thumb, and cracked a devilish smile.
Alright, what's the first thing I've got to do when I get back? Samus thought placidly to herself as she glanced around the cockpit, eager for something to entertain herself in the final thirty seconds of space jump until they arrived at Daiban, the planet that housed G.F. HQ. The peculiar view of elongated stars from the windshield had only served to amuse her for a fleeting moment.
Her gaze worked its way over to the captain's chair, where her little angel (at least that's what he said that he was) was nestled. His fluffy locks we ruffled as he turned his head towards the huntress, flashing a beaming smile.
Subconsciously, almost instinctively, she smiled back.
That's right…she thought…I've got to hand him over for research.
The protocol established for whenever a Galactic Federation Unit discovered a new species was to attempt, if at all possible, to bring back a live specimen, hostile or not. Once brought to Daiban, the lab coats would confiscate the creature and run all manner of tests, be they humane or not, to detect any weakness or susceptibility to Phazon mutation, and how to counter it. This was a safety measure put into place by the higher-ups, so as to defend animal species that would normally be hunted by the Space Pirates and metamorphosed to no end. Samus had to admit, it was well-purposed, but the chainsaw murderers that the G.F. called scientists had killed their fair share of creatures while the tests were underway, so one had to wonder if it was doing any good at all.
Samus's jaded mind began to wander and eventually settle on the thought of Pit, strapped to an operation table, his milky skin lacerated and his little face in tears of pain, while men hidden behind surgeon masks picked at his insides.
The huntress didn't particularly like that image, so she discarded it immediately and began to dream up a new one.
One that had Pit strung up on chains instead of straps, his clothes slashed and torn instead of his skin, and his hair mopped with sweat.
She blushed heavily and threw that image out the window, too.
She returned her gaze to the actual Pit, who had looked away from his master and was gazing out the windshield, awed by the speeding stars with childlike amazement.
Again, Samus smiled. He was such an innocent little thing.
…right?
Granted, Samus didn't have the slightest clue what went through the angel's mind whenever he got to rescind something, be it living or non. Whatever it was, he couldn't control it, as he would have hidden it from the huntress if he had the ability. But she knew one thing: there were two sides to her guardian angel. The adorable, good-natured side he wore like a favorite T-shirt, and the one he didn't want Samus to witness. The one that he tried to hide.
The one that posed a threat.
The blonde cocked her head, silently observing the alien before her.
I wonder…Samus thought…has he always been like this? Or was it som-
Instantly, the ship rocked with tremendous force, hurling the Gunship out of its nearly completed space jump. Samus bit her tongue due to the force, and Pit yelped surprisedly. The cockpit began to sound alarms, alerting the pair of their deviation from the set course and the colossal amount of speed they were losing. The straightforward flow of the passing stars halted abruptly and was flung to one side, reflecting the hurdling direction of the Gunship.
It was like a giant hand had flicked them off course.
Going against what the security warnings flashing on the inside of her helmet were strongly recommending, Samus hurriedly disengaged the brace lock on the Varia Suit and sped over to the cockpit, grabbing at the control sticks and attempting to return the ship to the right direction.
However, as she placed herself by the windshield, she spied a rapidly approaching planet, undoubtedly advancing their fall with its gravity field. Samus angrily turned the ship around and jammed the throttle wide open, so as not to get caught too deeply in the planet's pull.
Much to the huntress's dismay, the speed at which they were plummeting only grew.
Frustrated, shocked, and confused, Samus glanced at her ship's component reading.
Engine 2 was completely shot. Engine 1 was barely online. Any stabilization the ship had left was going down the drain. FAST.
"Master, what's happening!?" Pit asked, bewildered. "Is this normal behavior for a space jump? The rate at which we are approaching this planet is too high for your safety!"
Not presently in the mood for his "master" lingo, Samus turned a deaf ear to him and whaled on her control panel, trying desperately to access the backup engines.
Which were all, surprisingly, offline. She scowled irately.
The darkness of space around them gave way to a pale blue sky at the ship continued to descend, trailing smoke behind. Samus began to sweat. She had gotten off that God-forsaken asteroid, and now she was just going to die in some spontaneous ship crash?! She should have just turned herself in to the Pirates!
No…Samus pondered…that could have been much worse…
Pit sweetly tapped the hassled huntress on the shoulder.
"Master?" He spoke softly, "Would you like me to catch the ship?"
She looked at him.
Oh yeah. Angel.
He had saved her life a million times already, why not give it another go?
She nodded weakly.
Pit smiled…
…and proceeded to shatter the twenty-pound brace that was bound over his lap.
Not sparing a second he leapt out of his seat and bolted for the elevator, wings unfolding and flashing white. He dove into the elevator shaft and smashed out through the bottom, disregarding the actual elevator as he sent it spinning out of the ship.
Streamlining himself, he plunged straight down, grabbing onto the Gunship's nose as soon as he made it far enough down. He flipped himself over and placed both hands on the tip of the vessel, spreading his wings wide.
Instantaneously, the little angel's wings burst into great, cyan behemoths, spanning at least three times their original size and trailing an extensive stream of cerulean fire, swirling rapidly around the feathered appendages. That flame suddenly shot downward off the angel's wings, like twin jet engines roaring to life. The Gunship's falling speed was halved almost immediately.
Samus lurched in the ship as Pit's wings offered their stark resistance. Catching herself on the armrest of her chair, she shot a glance outside, bearing witness to the immaculate angel, effortlessly clasping the considerably-sized Gunship in his tender little hands. His wings were utterly dazzling, sending azure-colored firestorms swirling into the air as the cyan streaks danced in between his pristine, silvery plumes. He looked like something from a dream, like an entity she envisaged, one that was simply too impeccable to exist.
But there he was.
The surface of the planet below was covered in a thick foliage, with an endless expanse of lush green spanning in all directions. Fortunately, there was a small clearing somewhat close to the Gunship's location, so Pit guided its descent there.
As they approached the ground, the displaced air from the angel's incomprehensible propulsion system emanated surges of rushing wind, hastening through the surrounding vegetation and causing it to ebb and flow, like waves.
Pit finally allowed the hulking vessel to its landing gear with a gentle thud. He dropped down off of its nose as the searing energy around his wings began to dissipate, disappearing in wisps into the agitated air.
Samus dropped the landing bay and stepped outside, her mood only to be described as a mixture of gratitude and unbridled wrath. Granted, her life had just been saved for like the fourth time in the past couple days, but she was getting quite sick of her ship copping out on her when she needed it most.
Pit strolled up to her armored, bulky form with a polite grin on his face.
"Do not fear, master. The atmosphere on this planet is suitable to your species' specific requirements. Your helmet does not need to be equipped."
Samus didn't even hear him. Visibly fuming, she stormed back around back behind the ship, nearly oblivious to Pit's presence.
Dammit, is it too much to ask for one simple flight without the FUCKING engines exploding…piece of shit…she thought irately to herself.
Pit followed her seething footsteps without a word. Samus stopped abruptly and glared at the back half of her ship, which had about 25% of the actual ship left. She gritted her teeth. This was BEYOND repair. Maybe even replacement.
She fumed. Just great. Now she'd have to scavenge around this God-forsaken jungle for some sort of civili-
She turned furiously on her heel and bumped right into Pit. She grunted and took a half step back, snapping her gaze angrily up at him.
Her livid stare was met with a pair of soft, icy blue irises that seemed to cool her very soul. He flashed an innocent half-smile and cocked his head, as if to say: Don't worry. It'll be alright.
She sighed. All wasn't lost. She still had Pit. That was something.
His smile grew a little as he saw her calm down. He put a hand on her armored shoulder.
"Master, there is no reason for panic. Collect your thoughts and tell me what you need me to do."
She pursed her lips, invisible under her helmet, and brushed his hand off.
"I wasn't panicking…"
"Please, master, your heart rate was off the charts." He replied quite snootily.
Samus glared at him.
He smiled back.
Eventually, the two managed to get themselves organized. Samus realized that the first order of business was to find some manner of civilization, if any. There, she'd be able to negotiate for parts, or if not parts, then the means to survive until she could get her hands on some. The logical thing to do would have been to send Pit out on his own, as he could cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. However, that would have left her on her own to defend the ship, and in all honesty, she hadn't been doing too well on her own for the past couple days. No matter how much it slowed them down, she was going to have to go with Pit. The ship's defensive systems, which was miraculously still working, would have to suffice for the Gunship's wellbeing. So she armed the vessel, refreshed the Varia Suit's energy, and set off, her angel at her side.
After about thirty minutes of trudging through the wooded part of the jungle, the two came across a massive swamp, sprawling extensively in all directions. There didn't appear to be any way around. Samus groaned. The Varia Suit was waterproof, but who knew how deep the water was, or what was inside it-
"Alright, up you go-"
Samus yelped as she was suddenly heaved into Pit's arms, unexpectantly and without her consent. He slung her around like she weighed no more than a feather, locking her to his torso princess style, and unfurling his wings, he took off.
Samus, embarrassingly, began to kick and shout like a child.
"PUT ME DOWN, DAMMIT! I DIDN'T ORDER THIS!"
Pit replied with a light, cheery smile and a happy tone in his voice.
"But master, you'll sink like a stone otherwise. We can cross quicker this way."
Samus was beyond used to flying in the Gunship, but flying just as a person, even in the Varia Suit, was terrifying.
"PIT, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" She screamed into his ear.
His little smile only grew as she kicked furiously. She even swung at him a few times, but he easily dodged her blows.
Samus blew her top when he started to laugh.
"Little fucker-" Samus murmured as she took aim at his head, drawing back another punch.
Pit's face immediately turned ice cold. The cheery grin on his face instantaneously vanished, replaced by a frigid, alerted glare. Samus faltered. He wasn't actually scared of her, was he?
…no. There was something else.
Pit's gaze plummeted down to the water, allowing his eyes to frantically scan the surface of the murky, darkened liquid. Samus traced his line of vision and looked down as well. The water had been calm only a moment ago, but now it was being contorted into fierce, billowing waves.
There wasn't a breeze to be felt.
There was something in the water.
Something big.
Pit cautiously gained a little altitude while the frothy water continued to swirl beneath. Samus could feel his arms tighten up around her, his crystal blue eyes darting around the swamp.
Gradually, the water began to calm, gliding lazily into an eerie serenity. Pit's body was completely motionless, save for his steadily beating wings. Samus furrowed her brow.
"Wh-"
The water was ripped open as a massive eel shot out of the swamp, spanning the length and width of at least three school buses and flashing a cavernous maw of innumerable, elongated fangs. Its bloodshot, quivering eyes were narrowed into voracious slits as it shot towards the angel.
Samus let out an unprepared scream as Pit instinctively rolled downward on his wings to avoid the absurdly-sized creature, doing so just in time to feel a swift brush of slimy scales on the tips of his feathers. The beast slammed back into the water, disappearing in an instant.
Pit re-steadied himself, choking up his grip on Samus, who he was nearly strangling. He gritted his teeth and proceeded to book it out over the swamp, rocketing off towards the bank. Dealing with this thing was not going to be an easy task, and having Samus in his arms only hindered his motions. He'd be better off not tangling with it at all.
However, as he advanced on the opposite side of the swamp, the eel showed itself again, defying all known laws of physics as it leapt a full ten stories out of the water, sending its entire body spinning downward, and slamming its thick tail right into Pit's head.
The pair hit the drink. Hard.
Pit grunted in pain as he and the huntress were slammed about twenty feet down. In the force of the blow, Samus was flung from the angel's arms, casting her heavy suit much farther down.
Pit's eyes grew impossibly large as he felt around for his master, unable to find the familiar, stark touch of her Varia Suit. The water was much too murky to see in. Everything was pitch black around the boy.
The angel panicked. He had so much mobility in the air or on land, by water was a completely different story. His wings would only serve for a source of terrible drag, and he couldn't swim that well in the first place.
But that was the least of his worries.
He didn't need to breathe, but Samus did. Was her suit waterproof? It would undoubtedly sink, no matter how much air was inside it. How long did that leave him to find her? How deep would she sink? How much pressure could her suit take?
A small, ominous change in current behind him reminded him of another fact.
Would the eel get to her first?
His mind raced. He couldn't summon a weapon to fight underwater, his voice had to be audible.
Weapon…he thought…THAT'S IT!
Immediately he rushed for the surface, tucking in his wings as much as he possibly could. His arms pushed through the water with all the strength that he possessed, rocketing his body upward as the faint light from the sun began to steadily grow. He reached out one hand, ready to break into the light…
Suddenly, he felt the excruciating sensation of a thousand, banana-sized teeth jamming into his leg.
A multitude of bubbles served for his scream.
He shot a glance downward, witnessing in the dim light from the surface, the head of the massive eel, its mouth enveloping his right leg.
Immediately the panicked angel was pulled down, yanked away from the dim light of his only hope, dragged into the murky depths of despair. Fervently he battered the creature's head, in some desperate hope that he might let him go, but the rushing water prevented him from getting in a clean blow.
Deeper…darker…it wouldn't be long now…the eel would tear him apart in its jaws and then go after Samus. He couldn't break free of its lock-jaw grip. He may as well have been miles from the surface. Regrettably, he gritted his teeth and began to cry tears of frustration, imperceptible in the water.
He felt the back of his head slam onto the hard base of the swamp as he finally hit rock bottom. The eel released his leg and reared back up, about to devour him. Pit slammed his eyes shut and braced for the worst…
Oh come on, you're not going to let it end like this, are you?
The angel's eyes snapped open as a voice echoed in his head.
But something wasn't right.
This wasn't Palutena's voice. It wasn't Viridi's. It wasn't even Medusa's. This was a voice that he had never heard before, the voice of a small girl, one that had an ominous feel about it.
Wh-what? Who are you?! He thought in response.
I don't really think we've got time for introductions. But moving right along, you want to save to girl, right?
Pit didn't know what the hell was going on, but he had no other chance.
Yes! He screamed in his head.
There was a small laugh from the voice.
Without his consent, his body began to move on its own. He pushed himself off the lakebed and whipped out his bow, drawing a messy light arrow into the bowstring and pulling it back. The shot was immediately plugged into the great eel's mouth, sending it reeling backwards. Pit found himself rocketing off the lakebed and screaming through the water, moving with inconceivable speed as he raced to the surface.
In an instant, he broke the surface, raising a hand to the sky and letting out a powerful shout:
"VARIABLE WEAPON ACCESS: AQUARIUS BLADE!"
Samus groaned as the pain in her head slowly began to intensify. She was sprawled out on the bottom of the swamp, the great pressure from above too overwhelming to allow her to move her arms.
It was too dark to see anything, so she found her eyes glued to the extensive pressure warning blinking monotonously on the inside of her helmet. She gritted her teeth as she rolled her head to one side. How long could she stay down here? Her oxygen tanks could sustain her for another few hours, but how long would the suit hold up under all this pressure?
A small sigh escaped her lips.
…was Pit alright?
She didn't have time to ponder that question as a small, distant flash of light caught her attention, like watching someone else's fireworks. She squinted just a little as she saw the light began to grow and grow in size and luminosity, shedding a little light onto her.
Wait a minute…the light wasn't getting bigger…
…it was getting closer.
Samus's eyes widened as she witnessed Pit, slowly descending to her, something impossibly bright clasped in his right hand. He spared no time as he touched down in front of her, immediately lifting her up onto his shoulder. He lifted the blinding light to the surface, and immediately it flashed even brighter. Suddenly it began to pull them through the water with impressive speed, like some sort of watercraft engine. Samus felt the pressure begin to lift off of her as the got closer and closer to the sunlight…
SPLASH!
Bright light flooded the huntress's visor as the pair emerged from the water, somehow soaring on the sopping feathers of Pit's soaked wings. The light in Pit's hand had subsided, replaced with what looked like a handle with a blade made out of pure water. Samus didn't find any reason to question it, she was just grateful for her life.
Slowly, Pit landed on the bank and laid Samus down, shaking the water out of his hair. The huntress sat up, water pouring off of her suit.
A large splash in the swamp displayed the eel, rising up to the surface and charging for the coast, determined to exact revenge on the angel for putting a holy blast in its maw.
The angel began to shake. Slowly, he stood, his wings twitching with excitement. The sun was positioned on the other side of his body, causing the side that Samus could see to be exceedingly dark.
…save for the hellish, fiery glow of his blood-colored eyes.
Samus gasped as she saw them.
Pit blasted off the beach and shot out over the water. He raised the mysterious blade to the heavens and tightened his grip on it, causing the relic to emit a flash of otherworldly light. Instantly, massive streams of water rose from the lake and began to swirl around the angel, suddenly pouring into his blade. The weapon began to shake with tremendous force, glowing brighter and brighter with every drop of water that entered it.
The eel foolishly continued its charge. Pit smiled, once again flashing the teeth of a predator.
He extended the blade at his side, squeezing the handle one more time.
A blast of gale-force wind exploded from the relic as the watery blade suddenly grew to an impossible size, nearly spanning the radius of the swamp itself. Pit reared the sword back, ready to strike.
The eel suddenly leapt out of the water, fangs open wide, ready to devour the angel.
If Samus had keen enough eyes, she could have seen Pit run a forked tongue along his haunting, serrated teeth.
Pit showed no hesitation as he swung the blade with all his might, the sabre arriving in front of him an instant before the eel did. In one clean swipe, Pit's sword had cleaved through the great beast and emerged from the other side, the blood staining it soaked into the watery weapon.
Samus put a hand to her mouth as the two halves of the eel bypassed the angel, falling lifelessly to the water below.
Almost disappointedly, the angel withdrew his blade.
He seemed to perk up.
Slowly, he turned his gaze to the beach, where Samus was now standing in fearful awe. He began to fly to her, soundlessly.
As he touched down, neither he nor the huntress said a word. Samus was too focused on why his eyes hadn't changed color yet.
"…thanks…?" She mumbled, unsure of what to say.
Pit didn't respond, but continued to stare at her ever so intently. Suddenly, he began to walk towards her, keeping his eyes fixed on the neon green of her visor. Samus didn't falter, but was starting to feel somewhat worried.
His hand slowly reached up to her helmet. Samus's breathing began to accelerate.
As the angel drew his fingers down the durable metal, it suddenly began to deactivate, as if he had shut it down himself. The helmet immediately faded away, leaving behind Samus's frightened complexion.
She glanced around, highly confused. Her helmet wouldn't reactivate. The small screen on her arm cannon read it as: "offline."
Her extensive ponytail, now free of its constraints, began to billow in the passing breeze.
Samus gave Pit a worried glance.
"…Pit?"
Again, he didn't respond, but instead continued to delve deeper and deeper into her eyes. Samus found it terrifying to look into his bloody scarlet ones, so she looked away.
Her heart skipped a beat as she found his hand now on her face, running his delicate fingers down her milky cheek. The familiar energy began to dance on her skin again, but this time, it held no pleasant sensation, only a fiery sense of intense heat.
Slowly, the angel's hand traced Samus's cheek down to her neck, leaving a trail of reddened skin wherever his fingers traversed. It was like he was burning her.
His hand rose off of her skin and onto her chest piece, tracing the contortions and attributes of the metal.
Just like her helmet, the rest of her armor disappeared, leaving her standing in front of the angel in nothing more than her Zero Suit.
That one caught her off guard. She stumbled back a little, surprised by the weightlessness. She looked back up at the angel, whose eyes were practically drilling into hers.
She didn't like this. He couldn't magically remove her Zero Suit, could he?
As if he could read her thoughts, Pit's lips conformed themselves into a crooked, unsettling half-smile.
Samus gulped.
She straightened up a little, eager to remove the ominous air that had settled around them. She started toward the trees, expecting Pit to follow.
Her scream of pain echoed through the swamp as Pit drove his pointed teeth into her neck.
Heheh…
Heheheheheh…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, LADIES AND GENTS!
(I really hope it didn't hit the fans, though.)
Yep, stuff's starting to pick up. I can't wait until I get the next chapter online, because it's gonna be AWESOME!
Alright, let's review:
We don't know what Medusa is plotting to do with the viewing ball.
We don't know how our duo is going to get off the planet.
We don't know who the girl was in our little angel's thoughts.
We don't know WHAT the hell's going on with Pit.
We don't know what's going to happen to Samus.
Of course, I know ALL the answers to these questions, but I ain't tellin. Heh…
I hope you guys are enjoying the show! I didn't mean for this update to take so long, so I hope it was worth the wait!
Augh…now I gotta write a whole 'nother chapter from scratch…oh well. Maybe I'll work on SSBB Summer in the meantime.
Hope you all had a Happy Easter! I had homework…
…that I still haven't done…
Oh well. Until we meet again!
-Mohawkman2233
P.S. Yes, the monthly poll has gone to shit. I was getting tired of it. But there is still a poll up, just in case you want to vote on it.
P.S.S. Did I ever mention that I love you guys? Just sayin'.
P.S.S.S. Brody Challinor, thank you for the kind words. And yes, the flamist, I am kinda making Pit sound like Fi.
Bye for real this time!