Mario The Music Box (Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Make A Wish, For It To Become Reality

                    Riba walked around the mansion aimlessly, feeling lost and confused. He was in a small hallway near the foyer. He could still hear Mario's words echo in his mind. Guilt enveloped him, he couldn't focus, he didn't know what to do-

                    "DAMN IT!!!!" he yelled, punching the wall next to him. He panted heavily, then slid to the floor, helplessly. Mario was the only chance he had to escape. And..... Alice...... He gritted his teeth. She ruined that chance. He then shook his head. No, even if he did escape, he could barely remember anything about his past life. He only remembered marrying Alice, murdering her, Alice murdering his love, but nothing else. He couldn't even remember why he wanted to marry her in the first place. Why on earth would he want to marry a wrench like that? Had he been blackmailed? Threatened? Had she tricked him? It frustrated Riba so much. These thoughts continued to plague him, and he had no answer to his questions.

                     "I.....I just wish...... I could remember everything." He said, exasperated.

                     "I can make that wish come true, if you want." Riba quickly glanced behind him, only to be face to face with young girl in a brown cloak, rimmed with gold squares. Riba's eyes widened and he stepped back a little.

                     "Who are you?!" he demanded. The girl simply looked at him, then she rose her hands to pull down the hood on her head. She had short white hair, with two long strands extending out.

                     "I am Len Alwenia Foska, the Witch of Fate." She lowered her head a bit.

                     "And that wish you desire, I can make it a reality. It's been a while, hasn't it, Riba?" Riba's stomach dropped.

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Content Warning: There will be blood and killing in this section. If you're easily disturbed by that kind of thing, never fear! :) I'll put in four star symbols at the beginning, and the end of those scenes, for those who want to skip those parts, as there will be more throughout the story. For this one though, it's actually not that bad, so I'm not sure, but just to be safe, here.

                     "Nnh!" Mario grunted as he dodged the attack from the wolf lunging at him. He slid across the ground behind the wolf, leaped on it, and punched it hard on the head. The wolf fell to the ground with a thud! He immediately jumped off, panting heavily with relief. Until that relief was shattered, as it shakily stood back up, and howled.

                     'That can't be good.....' he thought, fear racking through him. And to his suspicion, he was right. Suddenly he heard multiple steps coming from behind the trees, and out emerged more wolves. He was surrounded by five wolves now. Mario's eyes dilated with shock and terror.

                      "Mamma mia!" he exclaimed as they closed in on him. He glanced around himself quickly, looking for a way out, when an idea came to mind. He put on his determined face, and executed his plan. Engulfing his right fist in fire using his firehand, he leaped high into the air before the wolves could react. He then slammed his fist against the ground, which released a force, sending flames towards the wolves. They howled in confusion and were temporarily disoriented. Mario pulled out the knife he had kept in his overalls. 

                     **** 'I suppose now would be the best time to use this,' he thought, holding it by the handle. The wolves were beginning to come to, becoming less disorientated. It was now or never. He quickly ran at one of them, plunging the knife into its neck. It gave out a broken howl, filled with pain. He sunk it in deeper then pulled it out. Crimson red gushed out onto the ground, staining the grass with it's own blood. It fell to the ground, but this time, it didn't get up. The wolves looked back at the lifeless wolf on the ground, then at Mario. They began to bare their fangs and growl at him. He held his knife at a defensive stance, getting ready for their attack. They ran at him with full speed as they began to chase him. He then ran away from them, having his plan clear in his mind. He then jumped on a tree, and pushed himself off, launching himself at another one.