Mario The Music Box (Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: His Will, His Strength

                    **** "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGGHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" Mario continued to scream in agony as the wolf bit down on his shoulder. Blood poured out from his left side, and it started to create a small pool of blood. He could immediately feel the effects of blood-loss. The world began to get hazy, and dizziness began to overtake him. His breathing become broken and shallow with every passing second. Tears streamed down his face non-stop, and cried out, wishing for the pain to stop. The wolf bit down even harder, not wanting to let go.

                             'No..... is this how I die? But, I don't want to die......' He cried out once more, wishing someone would save him from this hell-

                    "Get up Mario." Mario stopped struggling, and listened. It was the same voice he had heard from the room. And as if he wasn't going through a lot already, he could hear it clearly, and could tell..... that was his voice! Had he developed a subconsciousness due to stress? As if Alice wasn't enough. 

                   "Get up Mario. You have to get up." But even so..... how could he get up? He was completely overpowered. He could feel the wolf tearing his flesh apart.

                    "I c-can't...." he weakly muttered, using his strength just to talk. He started to lose consciousness.

                    "Listen to me. I know it hurts right now, but you have fight through it. Don't let pain take you down. You struggle through the pain, and fight it back!" Mario shook his head, terrified for his life. What would happen if he tried to fight back? Would the wolf kill him right then and there? Would it rip his arm clean off? Fears continued to plague him, until he heard the voice, or, his voice speak again.

                    "Don't let the fear of dying hold you back! Isn't that how you got this far?! Mario, you have a strong will! Use it!! Use it, so that you can live!!! Live and see another day!" Immediately after those words were spoken, Mario thought back to Luigi and Peach. And everyone else at the Mushroom Kingdom. That's right. He had a promise to keep. To return back to Luigi and Peach. He snapped out of his sub-conscious state, and grew more aware of his surroundings. Gritting his teeth, he picked back up the knife and gripped it hard. With all of his remaining strength left, he yelled as he plunged the knife into the wolf's stomach. The wolf immediately reacted by letting go of Mario's left shoulder, and giving out a broken howl. Mario then dragged the knife across its belly, then finally to its neck. He grunted as he pulled the knife out. The wolf then fell on Mario in defeat. Mario had won. He had killed them all, and survived. Mario was panting hard, trying to catch his breathe. He then pushed off the wolf, and sat up, looking down at its lifeless eyes. 

                      'But should killing really be the only way to survive?' he thought, feeling remorse for the wolves, and thinking back to what Alice had told him earlier about killing Riba, which was the only way to put her soul to rest. He touched its forehead, and puts his to the wolf's.

                      "I'm sorry piccolo*......riposare bene*," he whispered. Now that he thought about it, why were there wolves here in the first place? The conditions in the environment was horrible, and there weren't any creatures for the wolves to eat. Was it Alice? He then looked down at the knife, stained with its blood. He sighed, then shakily stood up. He was tired. Incredibly. He just wanted to sleep..... for it to be over...... He suddenly blinked, then shook his head.

                      'Is it the blood loss making me think those sort of things?' he thought, looking back at his shoulder. When he saw it, he almost submitted to the urge to vomit, feeling incredibly repulsed by it. The wolf had caused the front layer of his skin to be torn and shredded up, with his muscle tissue showing. There were even small holes where it had bitten him. Blood was still coming out in small oozes, dousing his sleeve and overalls in deep red. He looked away, trying not to focus on it too much. Luckily, the wolf hadn't bitten through his bone, so he could still move his arm, since it wasn't broken. So there was some good news at least. He put the knife back in his pocket with his right hand. ****