Message #116468

[Sonic]

I finished chapter one. Enjoy it!

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Chapter One

Link sat on his cot, his head buried in his hands. In the cell with him—King Dedede. Link mumbled a few words of distress. Both of them were hungry. And Link had to keep Dedede away from him so he wouldn’t suck him up or anything like that. There was a moan from the crowd outside. The battle must be over, Link thought. And somebody must have lost.

    About two minutes later, a small yellow mouse was escorted in by three other guards. Link watched as Pikachu was led into the cell next to Link’s, and he heard the door close with an iron clang. A few moments later, Mario was being dragged in the direction of the torture chamber by two other guards, followed by Cekt-Gamma. Gamma said a few angry words at Mario. Then he spat on him. Gamma then whispered to the guard holding Mario by his collar, and a few words to the other. The alien with Mario disappeared into the corridors.

Cekt Gamma wasn’t a very attractive alien. His face sagged and had about three chins. He looked pretty old—about 75 years old in human years. His head had what looked like liver spots on it. His face was angry and serious. His clothes were very regal. He had on a long purple robe, going with his tan skin.

Gamma walked down a different corridor, probably where he sat and watched the battle. Some kind of booth. While Link was observing Gamma, a guard appeared at the cell with two plates of rice. The guards of Men-Kep were taught English in order to communicate with the inmates. The guard was the same tone as Cekt Gamma. Just like every body else on Men-Kep. And he had on iron armor, and some kind of electric spear.

“Eat up,” The guard said roughly. “You two are up next,” The guard put the two plates of rice through the hole for food. King Dedede eagerly took the rice. But Link was reluctant to take it. Dedede gulped down the food, dumping it all in his mouth at once. Link played with the rice for a while, then ate it.

“Are we going to try and escape?” Dedede asked. Link closed his eyes and sighed.

“We can’t escape. There are guards everywhere. And even if we do get outside the arena, we have no way to get home.” Link’s voice was deep, and gravely. His voice had changed for the while he’d been here.

“We can. Gamma took Captain Falcon’s Blue Falcon and its somewhere under the arena.” Dedede replied.

“This is true. But we’d have to get extra people to help, and there’s not that many of us to fight all of the guards.”

“There has to be help somewhere out there. I know it. I feel it.”

“There’s not,” Their conversation was interrupted with the noise of the door unlocking. Three guards stood out of the cell, two with handcuffs. The two guards came in and handcuffed both of them. They didn’t fight back. This was all a routine.


The guards led the two fighters out to a dusty arena.  It was styled as Final Destination—flat with no inclinations. Only this one had rocks and dirt. The crowd cheered and roared when the two came out. A guard came over to discuss the rules.

“Okay low lives. Here are the rules. One life. One life only. Whoever falls off first is the loser. Understand?” Link nodded, and so did King Dedede. Link moved to the other side of the arena. Link could see King Dedede’s legs shaking. There was a loud ring from the bell, and then Link ran at King Dedede.

Link’s dash attack landed on Dedede, only to be followed by the blow of King Dedede’s hammer. Link got back up on his feet, then used his spin attack. King Dedede slid back at least a foot. There was a cheer from the crowd. “Link! Link! Link! Link!” They said in an accented unison. Dedede inhaled Link, then walked over to the side of the arena to spit him out. The crowd gasped but link used his chain to grab on to the edge.

Link jumped back up, and threw his boomerang. King Dedede sidestepped the attack, but the tornado pulled him close to Link. And Link had charged up a smash attack. Link’s sword smashed into Dedede, sending him flying off the stage, underground. The crowd roared, and then the announcer said something in the Men-Kep language. Link exhaled loudly. There was no pride in this win. He was just making it harder for everybody to escape. They’re destroying themselves.