The Monster

Chapter Eight

Mr.L POV

Pathetic. Completely pathetic. Theres that little weakling, staring at himself like he doesnt know who he is. He probably doesn't. Without his Saint Orb, its impossible for him to know who he is. Only his demon side, me and the physical one, knows. And we are all he will ever be...

Luigi POV

I cant help thinking I was wrong. Was I? I don't know what to believe anymore...

Mario POV

I sat in my room, starting out the window. Things haven't been the same since Luigi disappeared. The princess is 5 months pregnant with that demons kid, and I've been scared out of my mind. And even though the kids not mine, Bowser keeps bitching about it. And speaking of the stupid bastard, he walks in my room like he owns the damn place. "Mario," His voice shattered the quiteness of my room. "What the hell do you want?" I mumble. I guess he got offended, because he snickered. "Look, just because your idiot brother got possessed by the strongest demon in the mushroom kingdom and is killing people doesn't mean you have to catch an attitude with me." I turn to him in a flash. "What did you say?" He looks at me and smirks. "You heard me, you sad excuse for a hero," he crosses his arms. " Your brother is as pathetic as you are. Why the hell did Peach let you two stay here I don't know, but look where she's at now. Pregnant with a demons kid. Hell, if this situation didn't involve me, I'd have been at home chilling, drinking kool aid or even beer." He rolled his eyes, and I  clentched my fist in growing anger. "But nooo, because of your retarded ass brother not only threatning to kill us all, but impregnating the Princess, I'm stuck here looking for his dumb ass." I don't know what happened next, but as at soon as he finished, my vision went black.

Normal POV

Mario, as if possessed by his own demon, launched himself at a very surprised Bowser. Slamming him into a wall and wrapping his little hands around Bowser's neck, he yelled. "DONT YOU EVER TALK ABOUT LUIGI LIKE THAT YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!"  Bowser grabbed Mario by his collar and roughly pulled him off, tossing him to the window of the balcony. It shattered, and Mario almost fell off, but managed to save himself. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Bowser growled. Mario shakily stood, holding his head. "Ghn.." Peach and some guards suddenly ran into the room. "What is going-oh my god, what happened?!" She ran to the broken window and looked at Bowser and Mario. She put a hand on her stomach and said, "Well?!" Bowser looked at Mario, who was slowly swinging from side to side. "... he attacked me... But .." Peach looked at Bowser harder. "But what?" Bowser pointed at Mario. "Is he OK?" Peach turned and looked at  Mario. "...Mario..?" He stumbled over to the wall and slid down it, holding his head. "MARIO!" Peach ran to him and took his face in her hands. He was pale and had a fever. "Mario... what's wrong?" She was crying now, shaking and breathing hard. Her lover reached out to her, holding her to him like a life preserver. He kissed her head and shushed her. "Don't cry, baby..." His voice was a whisper, a weak one. "I'm probably just sick... And Bowser?" Bowser, who had just finished barking at the guards to get the medics, turned to his enemy. "..y-yeah?" His voice was actually scared. "I didn't mean to kick your ass..." Black dots danced in the red plumber's vision. "You just really piss me off..." Peach felt Mario go limp. "Mario..." She shook him. "Mario..?" He didn't respond. She shot up and looked at him. His eyes were closed, and his skin was burning. "Mario!"

Mr.L POV

Watching this pathetic excuse for a human being is boring. He's been staring at himself in the lake for a while. Honestly, its creeping me out, even though I'm one of the strongest demons on this planet. I think he's regaining his memory, though that would be impossible without his Saint Orb. He knows his brother and the others, but has no memory of himself. But..wait..what the hell is he doing? Is..is he cutting himself?!

Luigi POV

I don't know what came over me, but I just started cutting. The black blade I used to kill so many, was now drawing blood from its owner. It moved like a blur, opening countless gashes on my once clean arm. It felt strangely good. As more cuts appeared, more blood leaked out, spilling down my arm and staining the green grass underneath. I suddenly started sobbing, tossing the knife aside and screaming in frustration. I don't know what's wrong with me. "Wh-why am I crying..?" I stood and walked to the lake, flinching as the cold water soaked my jeans. I knelt down and slowly put my leaking arm into the cold water. "Ah..!" I cried out. The cold water stung like hell, and I stared in amazement as the blood turned the once clear blue water to a cloudy red, the color circling around my legs. "I don't know what's going wrong with me..." I told myself, walking out of the water and taking off my shirt. "But when I find out what," I ripped my shirt and started wrapping it on my arm, which was bleeding again. "I swear I'm going to stop it from happening again."