The Trophy War (Super Smash Bros. Fanfiction)

Chapter Five- From Friend to Foe

We all whipped around to see him standing there, a wickedly curved knife held in his hand. It had a strange substance on it that I suspected was poison. Pit and Toon both squealed when they saw the knife, both of them running behind either me or Ike. Zelda's hands began to glow with a red light as she prepared for battle. "Meta, what the hell?!" I said, desperate for an explanation. The warrior shook his head, drawing a hand along the flat of his knife. Only then did I notice that he didn't have his sacred blade on him at all, which was weird, since he always had it normally. "I apologize, but I must. Please, do not draw this out." He sounded on the verge of tears, which was, once again, odd. "I thought you were my friend!" yelled Ike, a mix of anger and betrayal in his voice. Meta nodded solemnly, closing his eyes like he wanted to wish this all away. "I was, and it was nice knowing you. But, now, I must be your adversary. Forgive me." Yet, even as seconds turned into minutes, he didn't seem to want to make the first move. He seemed reluctant to fight or kill, which I suspected was because he was doing this against his will. I brought out my pistol and charged it fully, awaiting the first move. Then, like the breaking of a storm, Zelda clapped her hands and with a loud bang, the air in front of him burst into flames. He jumped away at the last second and began running towards Ike, seemingly intent on driving the knife into his neck. He landed a tackle, but the mercenary swatted him away with the flat side of Ragnell, sending him flying into a large tree.

CRACK!

He fell to the ground, dazed. Pit rushed near with his sabers ready, but the Knight didn't seem to want to get up again. Then, something weird happened. He got up, but this time, his eyes were violet. A strange energy seemed to consume him, giving the air nearby a cold, empty feel. By the time he was fully up, he didn't seem to be himself anymore.

No, someone was controlling him.

I leaped in and tackled Pit out of the way as he lunged forward with knife in hand, flying past the spot where, a split second ago, the angel had been standing. He was now hovering in the air above us, wings beating rapidly. I rolled us out of the way just in time to dodge a brutal throw of his knife that probably would have decapitated me. It stuck into the dirt, digging at least three inches in. As he dived to get it, I whipped out my leg while shielding Pit with my body, the kick connecting with him smoothly. The momentum of the collision hurt a little, but it probably saved our lives. He was sent flying into the air once again, but quickly righted himself with a beat of his wings. It was in that moment that Zelda made her move. She used a powerful ferrokinesis to move one of Toon's bombs to him while he was in the air, and it blew up at the right moment to send him spiraling into the ground. He landed with an awful thud and rolled slightly, his wings folding into his cape, which had reappeared. And it was there he lay still. All of us looked more or less alright, Zelda and Toon practically unscathed. Ike had a few bruises, and Pit and I were dirty and bruised. All of us stood, gasping for air, the short fight leaving us breathless and confused. Who made him do this? And why? I wondered. "What should we do with him?" Toon asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "We could just get out of here and leave him there."

"I think we should keep him. You know, to question him," I suggested. Zelda nodded along in agreement. "Yes. I would like some answers."

"Me too," Agreed Ike. "So, everyone good with keeping him here for a while, healing him up and questioning him?" Nobody objected to that. "Alright. Samus, since it was your idea, I think we should leave this one to you." I almost objected, but something stopped me. I knew I wasn't the best choice for this, but I went with it anyway, because who better to get answers than the intergalactic bounty huntress who was used to 'shoot first, ask questions later'?

Everybody, that's who.

Yet, I knew they were relying on me, so I agreed. I went over to his comatose body and kneeled down next to him, placing a hand on his mask. I would have to take it off to be able to question him, because then I would be able to detect a bluff in his expression. He would hate me for it, but I had to. My eyes traveled to his knife, which lay forgotten nearby. Lifting him up so he didn't run away if he woke up and pulling the knife out of the ground, I examined the shining surface with some curiosity. The poison was a dark green, looking just like a sort of smashed leaf. When I smelled it, it almost smelled pleasant. I searched his cape for any sign of what it could be, and was just about to give up when something small and glassy fell into my hand. When I lifted my hand, I held a small vial with the same stuff that was on the knife inside of it. "What in the world?" I whispered to myself while turning it over in my hand. It had a small label on it, reading something like 'WARNING- SUBSTANCE IS HIGHLY TOXIC. DO NOT INGEST!' Yet, nowhere did it tell me what it was. This got me a little frustrated, but when I was in the tent and he was on a sleeping bag, I chose to keep going through the things he had. When I took off his mask, the face underneath shocked me some. He looked exactly like Kirby, only with a few scars and different colors. One of the scars that caught my attention was one marring his cheek. It was almost a crescent, looking like someone had written a c in dark blue pen on his face. I traced a finger gently over it, wondering how it got there and when. Another thing I realized while tracing it was the softness of his fur. It was like a cat's, but the color of the sky at dusk. Feeling a little awkward at that realization, I quickly took the rest of his armor off of him until he just became a dark blue Kirby, but with wings. I examined him once more now that he was without his armor, to find a strange bruise at the center of his back, between his wings. I gently placed a hand on it, wondering once again where it had come from. By the tender feel of the flesh underneath my palm, I had a suspicion that it was new, maybe only a day old. "That's odd," I mused aloud. After another awkward minute of me making myself ramen and keeping an eye on him, he began to stir. He shifted a little before his eyes quickly opened, jolting around the room then locking on to me. "No, no no," He whispered. "This cannot be happening."

"It is. And you've got a lot of explaining to do, Knight."

A/n

It's late, I know. I've been pretty busy over the past few days, so forgive me on that part. Also, sorry if the action really is lackluster, I'm not too good at writing it. Well, the next chapter should be up by tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that! Bye for now!

~Zero