I, Waluigi

Chapter 4: The Master Hand

Instead of a dream, I saw Daisy's corpse looking up at me. It was a memory, one that I wouldn't be able to un-see for the rest of my life. Or, maybe I was as dead as she was, and this was my punishment. I was ready to give in, to allow myself this fate, but my eyes opened, and I was staring at the stars in the sky above me. At first, I felt comfortable, laying in grass again, but as soon as I began to move, one by one, every single bone in my body began to ache. I tried to sit up, but an immensely sharp pain on my left side told me not to. I fought the pain, bringing myself to a sitting position. I was in the same park as the last time I blacked out. I looked down at my body to find what was causing the pain and saw that my left arm was in a makeshift sling made from my coat. I tried moving my arm, but the pain prevented me from doing so. I gently unfolded the sling to see the damage. My arm was mangled and broken in several places, as well as completely dislocated. I could tell I had several broken ribs on that side as well. It was clear to me that my arm had taken all the damage from the fall onto the dumpster.

I was surprised I was even alive, but the sun was coming up when it happened, and now it was night again. I was alive, but part of me wished I hadn't been. Memories from just before had flooded back. The image of Daisy on the floor stuck in my head. I couldn't believe it to be true. I ran through the sequence of events over and over again, hoping that I was simply imagining what happened, and that in reality, it was something else, but that realization never came. I sat in the grass for a while longer, contemplating the state of things. Finally, I concluded that there was nothing that could be done for Daisy any longer, but others were still missing.

After what happened, the Police were likely looking for me. From Luigi's perspective, I was caught with a smoking gun after killing Daisy, so he was likely on the hunt for me as well. I couldn't go back to my office, though the bottle of juice in my desk sounded pretty good right now. I also couldn't go to the lounge, everyone knew I was a regular there, and for that matter, the Casino W was off limits as well. The only place I could think of was the Koopas. They had no love for Mario and his kin, or the local police, and I was still on the job to find Bowser's Jr. With my mind made up, I started toward the Koopa's Ghetto.

I was about half-way there when I heard quiet whimpering coming from down an alleyway. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary. After all, an alleyway is a perfectly good place to sit down and let out your tears, but I decided to check it out anyway. I stepped off the street and walked down the alley. When I turned the corner and investigated the darkness, the first thing I saw was another one of the men with gloves. He was brandishing a revolver, identical to the one I had taken earlier. I quickly stepped back behind the corner and leaned back out to see what was happening. The man was walking with a smaller figure, the one that had been crying. As I followed them at a distance, I was able to make out who it was. Diddy Kong, the rambunctious sidekick to DK, was being led at gun point by the man with gloves. I continued to follow them, quietly. They followed the alleys for what seemed like kilometers before turning toward the street, and immediately went into a subway station. At this time of night, the streets and the subway were completely devoid of onlookers.

They walked onto the platform, but when Diddy stopped, the gloved man pushed him onto the tracks, then dropped down onto them himself, and kept guiding the little spider monkey down the tunnel. The bright lights of the platform soon gave way to dim emergency lighting in the tunnel, only barely enough to allow me to see my mark. Again, we walked a fair distance before they stopped at the door to an old service tunnel. The gloved man made a distinct rhythmic knock on the door, and it opened shortly after, then closed again after they entered. I went to the door and pressed my ear against it. I could hear the footfalls fading, until I heard nothing at all. I waited several minutes, then rapped my knuckles against the door in the same pattern I had heard before, then prepared myself.