Super Smash Bros: Alternate Future

[America]

Ike's sword is Ragnell, not Aether. XD Aether is the attack he uses.  Anyway.

...I feel bad for Ike-kun, but the entire thing made me...uh...giddy? o-o; Damn my sadism for Ike. -_-; I also have a feeling that since he knows what's gonna happen to those getting sent to the chamber, he's most likely going to lose on purpose to spare his opponents from it.  Sounds very Ike-ish. :/ Well, maybe not everyone.  Ganon and his gang would probably be the only exception. ^^;

*hugs Ike* IKE-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!  I'M SORRY FOR FEELING GIDDY DURING YOUR TORTURE! D:
Ike: -_- I kinda suspected that you would.

[Sonic]

Ike's sword is Ragnell, not Aether. XD Aether is the attack he uses.  Anyway.

I got that from the Brawl instruction booklet, so. =\ I pretty much choose Ike for his seemingly defiant nature.

I also have a feeling that since he knows what's gonna happen to those getting sent to the chamber, he's most likely going to lose on purpose to spare his opponents from it.

Heheheheh. -Evil laugh- Just wait for the next chapter. 

[America]

*played his game* Almost an Ike expert over here.

...Why do I have a feeling that I might enjoy the next chapter? ^^;

[Sonic]

You guys have no idea how much I’ve been procrastinating. Well I’m here now. Oh and Ryu, just read. =]

Chapter Three

An alien in a grim reaper costume sat outside of the arena where the abductees were.  His face was covered with the hood he had on his head. He had a Trident Spear inside his coat. It looked like as he was going to kill everybody in the arena. He heard the roars and screams of the crowd inside. The alien in the costume also had a cart dragging behind him, covered with a black cloth. It apparently had metal in it; you could hear the metal clanking when he pulled the cart.

He approached the entrance. There was nobody in the gates. There still were a few guards there. Just in case any late stragglers came along to watch the battles. The alien looked around at the land around the arena. It wasn’t in a city or anything. It was a desert. A desert with no shrubs or any sources of life. But there was a road leading from the arena to the main city of Men-Kep.

Once the alien in the costume approached the gate, one guard stepped out of his booth and stopped him.

“Whoa sir. Why are you coming so late?” The guard asked. The guard was dressed like any other guard in the arena. The man looked up, revealing a little bit of his rough, smiling face.

“I did it for a good reason. Now if you would excuse me, I have to meet somebody.” The man proceeded to enter the arena, but the guard held his hand out. The alien sighed and waited to here what the guard had to say.

“Not until I can check what’s in your cart and pat you down.” The guard reached out to pat him down but the alien slapped his hand away. He backed up a foot.

“I’m sorry, I cannot let you do that.” He admitted. The guard got angry at him.

“Are you some kind of terrorist that you won’t let me see if you’re carrying any weapons or not? What do you have to hide?” The guard clenched one of his fists up. And the two other guards looked out of their booths to see what was going on. But they didn’t interfere.

“Terrorist? I don’t know what you mean. You all abducted these people from their homes. And you’re calling me a terrorist?” The tension outside the arena was heightening.  The disguised man wasn’t intimidated. He sighed and took one last go at it.

“Please sir, before you get hurt. Just let me in.” Now the guard was infuriated. The two by standing guards looked at each other. The guard stood up and threw a punch. There was a loud thud--but it wasn’t the disguised adventurer. It was the metal in his cart. He shouted out in pain. Then he snarled at the man in disguise. He pulled out some sort of gun; more like a laser. He aimed it at the alien.

“Stop right there!” The guard had his finger on the trigger. He turned around, to see who was it that stopped him from shooting this “terrorist”. In awe, the angered guard dropped his gun. It was Cekt Gamma. And Cekt Gamma was very strict about intruders coming into the arena. This was a different case.

“I’m sorry gentlemen. This is Sonant. I’ve been expecting him.” The guards looked at each other, then at Cekt Gamma. They let Sonant in the gates. Sonant nodded at the guards, joining Cekt Gamma in walking back into his lounge.

                                                                     ~X~

On the way to the lounge the two aliens hadn’t said anything to each other. Sonant didn’t even say anything about the commotion. They got to a door later on with two guards standing in front of the door. Gamma nodded at the two, and they stepped out the way. The two entered the room.

The room looked like a living room on earth. Every thing was red and black, and all the furniture was red velvet. The carpet was red and black like a checkers board. There were two couches, one parallel to the other. There were two reclining chairs, and a black coffee table between them. Both Cekt Gamma and Sonant took a seat.  Gamma raised an eyebrow.

“Well, do you have them?” Gamma demanded. Sonant sighed. He removed the hood and revealed a young, wrinkle free face. Unlike Gamma, Sonant was green. Sonant nodded at him. He took the cloth off of the cart to reveal some familiar items.

They were Smash Bros. Items. There were PokéBalls, about 40 of them,  Cracker Launchers, Pitfalls, Beam Swords, Home Run Bats, and some Super Mushrooms in a large jar. Cekt Gamma smiled and evil delight.

“Good job. Very good job Sonant. I have to ask, where do you find these?” Gamma asked.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that. That’s why you’re paying me.” Sonant replied.

“Fine,” Gamma grabbed a suitcase from under the recliner.  He pushed it over the coffee table to Sonant. Sonant opened it, revealing lots of money. Sonant smiled and stood up.

“Thank you for your business Gamma. If I find more I’ll be ba—“

“Wait Sonant,” Gamma cut him off. He picked up the jar of Super Mushrooms. “What do these do?”

“I think they make the user bigger.” Sonant guessed.

“No, they’ll try to escape. Take them back.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You have to. Or else I’ll cut off our business,”

“Fine,” Sonant took the Super mushrooms and put them under his cloak. He headed to the door before he was stopped again.

“Also, I need you to find some torture devices. I don’t trust some of the prisoners. They might tell about the torture… What to expect—“

“I understand Gamma,” Sonant said. Sonant continued out of the door. Sonant walked down the hall. He took the Mushrooms out of his cloak. He passed one of the elevators. He paused for a moment. He moved under the elevator. He set the jar there in a safe place, out of sight. He walked out of the stadium, and disappeared out of sight…

[Venom]

Looks good Fresh, although you may want to start using more commas or semicolons to join some of your sentences together. That way you don't have as many short sentences and the overall flow of the story is improved.

[Sonic]

Thanks Venom. Glad you liked it!

And so far, one person noticed my plot device.

[Jace Young]

Hi mate how are you? Remember me from the Pokemon forums. I still like ur story so far I rate it 7.5/10

[Sonic]

Hi mate how are you? Remember me from the Pokemon forums. I still like ur story so far I rate it 7.5/10

Yeah, I told you to come here. Check back regularly.

[Jace Young]

Dont worry I will