Post by bobsnicket on Feb 8, 2009 3:01:18 GMT -5
Chapter 18: Secret of the Room
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{3} Struggle of the Survivors
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259 Giga Bowser Attacks!.mp3
Giga Bowser spurted out an immediate stream of hot, billowing flames, covering twice as much space as the normal Bowser with twice the pressure.
“Yahoo!” Mario had begun dashing toward the gigantic beast with both arms extended to the sides, his yellow cape flapping behind him. The red-capped legend bounded off the ground right where the stream of flames initially hit, and then proceeded to glide in a superhero pose, one fist extended, in a direct line approaching Giga Bowser’s head. The gloved fist smashed into the center of the forehead with Herculean effort, and with a growl, the titan toppled over backwards onto its shell.
Mario fell upon the monster’s face, landing kicks, punches, and fireballs onto the struggling head. But an oversized claw swept past Giga Bowser’s eyes, smacking the caped crusader away like a bothersome mosquito. Mario groaned as he banged onto the surface and slid toward the edge; his body went over the side with the great momentum of the swipe, and he just managed to grip it with his hands, and pull himself shakily back onto the platform. Giga Bowser rocked back and forth on his shell, and finally placed his scaly feet back onto the ground, standing with renewed fury.
Giga Bowser, with unfathomable strength, leapt massively at Mario in a diving belly flop, the enormous shadow darkening the plumber’s dwarfed figure.
“Mama-mia…” the hero managed to murmur in a woozy voice. He threw himself to the side in an attempt to escape the hulking shadow, but Giga Bowser unexpectedly alter the angle of his descent to still squash his target. The mutated Koopa crushed Mario with his vast belly, and then rose back up just enough to reach under himself with a claw and pull the Italian out. This was only done, however, so that he could hold his catch up high, and then slam him back down again and again like a ranting child abusing a doll. The mammoth-sized Bowser finished his rampage by grasping ahold of Mario in his other claws as well, and preparing to rip his challenger asunder.
With a strained burst of effort, Mario broke out of Giga Bowser’s fatal grasp by spinning himself around in a harsh Mario Tornado. He spun to the ground, and when he landed, knelt down on one knee, heaving and gasping from pain and fatigue.
“Whoooh…whoooh…” These perilous syllables came out with each gasp. He looked up at Giga Bowser, who let out something that was a mix between a wild roar and a laugh. Things looked bleak, and it was apparent that this thing could not be defeated by smashing hard enough or breaking some vital organ. The hide and shell were too tough, the instinctive beast too ferocious. He though hard during this brief respite how, then, he could win. And then he realized that the only way to beat Giga Bowser would be to knock it off the quarter-circle platform entirely so that it could not return.
But he was so weak, and injured, and broken. How could he accomplish such an impossible task?
Giga Bowser concluded its vicious gloating session and narrowed its eyes at its victim.
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Steel clashed against steel. Link (the real one) ducked to avoid the perpendicular slashes of the three Dark Links surrounding him, desperate to escape this circle of certain death. Metal Link pushed the Master Sword away with its own and stabbed forward at Link’s neck. The hero jumped back, thankfully being mimicked by the mindless shadow behind him, pulled out a bomb with a lit fuse, and hurled it at his metal nemesis.
Metal Link caught the bomb with one hand like it was a baseball, and then, without further consideration, crushed it in its iron grasp. Link shielded his eyes as the small explosion engulfed the metal clone, but gasped in surprise when the blast faded away to reveal Metal Link unscathed. It turned slightly as if to show off the flashing Franklin Badge attached to its tunic. Taking out a solid metal bow and stringing an equally metal arrow to it, the enemy pulled back the string and sent the arrow speeding at Link.
Link held up his strong Hylian shield in defense, which stopped the pathway of the arrow. But instead of merely bouncing off, it penetrated the steel of the shield, the tip protruding an inch or two out of the backside of the shield facing Link. Ironically, the arrow had struck one of the golden triangles of the Triforce, the one representing the Triforce of Courage which the shield’s owner possessed.
The Hero of Time tried backing away far enough to cause the Dark Links to fall off the edge, but the figures simply hovered over the endless darkness as if the ground continued. This would not be easy.
Metal Link consecutively sprung his Hookshot with one arm and flung a heavy metal boomerang with the other. Link parried away from the chain of the Hookshot, and held up his shield again to block the boomerang. However, his head barely escaped decapitation when the sharpened device sliced straight through the shield and whizzed over his head, leaving him with two-thirds of the original shield. Knowing it was coming back, Link slashed the Master Sword up behind him without looking away from Metal Link. A smooth cutting sound ensued, and the metal boomerang clattered to the surface of the platform in two pieces.
The clone came back at Link with a swift metal leap, bring down its sword vertically in a strike which could potentially slice the human clean in two—well, not exactly clean…
With a retaliation he was sure would be more effective, the Hero of Time brought the legendary sword back which was glowing white with the energy of the Triforce of Courage, the energy of knowing it was in the hands of the destined wielder, and unleashed one of his signature spin attacks with a yell. The three Dark Links leapt backward to avoid the spin, but Metal Link was in the process of attacking.
After steadying himself from the spin, Link was disappointed to see that the only thing his roundabout slice had accomplished was to shorten in half the length of Metal Link’s sword. Now its length made it more befitting to be called a dagger, but that did not make his situation any easier, if not worse.
Its blank metallic eyes boring into Link’s, Metal Link ushered with its broken blade for its allies to move closer. The Dark Links joined the clone in inching nearer and nearer, closing in on their target.
Even with all the training he’d had, the Hylian hero could not help but feel the panic rushing through his veins. Once this circle had shrunken into nothing, the only thing left in the center would be sliced mincemeat.
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Kirby pounced forward, bringing his star-decaled hammer down from above with the intention of smacking several of Krackorock’s eyes. However, as he brought the wooden weapon down, a chain of rocks moved in front of the eyes to block his hit. The hammer splintered onto the immovable stone, leaving Kirby with naught but a broken handle. Once he contacted the surface, a rocky foot punted Kirby away, flipping through the air and collapsing at the 90º angle spot of the broken Final Destination platform, where the center of the whole used to be. The Star Warrior pushed himself back up just in time to view Krackorock’s next assault.
From each of the yellow spikes poking out of the cloud, green electricity emitted and interlaced from point to point, completing a something-gon of wavering jagged lines. The seven eyes narrowed. Then, a bolt of green lightning shot out from each point, the intersecting streams reaching for the puffball. Kirby flattened himself like a pancake in his version of a duck, causing the majority of the green electricity to pass over him. Two or three outlying bolts, notwithstanding the evasive maneuver, abruptly tilted their paths of travel and met their mark. Kirby cried out as the hostile energy course through him, leaving him slightly more weakened than before.
The hero shook off the discomfort, and followed up by puffing himself high into the air, above even the farthest reach of the rocky arms. Krackorock sent up additional jets of glowing green voltage, but each was dodged by a swift swerve of Kirby’s position. Even some rocks of various sizes were hurled at the airborne Smasher, but Kirby used the largest rocks as an opportunity to touch down upon, let out a puff of air to catch his breath, and then push off back into the air. And for the smaller rocks he was able to open up his mouth briefly and swallow them, if not simply evading them altogether.
Once Kirby reached the position he desired, directly above the slow-moving Krackorock (which he had been counting on), he morphed into a blue, angry-faced Thwomp and plummeted downward with gravity on his side. Too busy flinging rocks, the half-cloud, half-rock enemy was unable to move its rock-chain arms in time to block Kirby’s drop. The Thwomp pounded onto the seven eyes at an impressive velocity of 9.8 meters per second, provoking a strange, unearthly bellow from his target, and toppling it over.
Suddenly, though, a bright coating of translucent green electricity appeared around Krackorock’s entirety: cloud, rock limbs, and all. Despite the normally protective qualities of being a solid inanimate object, Kirby’s Thwomp form was blasted away like a rejected guest being thrown out of a party. Kirby reverted to his normal appearance, but was singed all over, breathing heavily, and his vision beginning to blur from the unhealthy amount of energy coursing through his small body. He saw that this newly applied coating was not fading away, and felt a great leap of dismay sweep through him. His foe was impregnable.
How would he succeed now?
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Ness stared down Aparidley, waiting for the Pterodactyl-like beast to make the first move. Obliging, Aparidley let out another fell screech and dived toward the boy, claws extended. Ness leapt up to meet his aggressor, and when the two collided, the kid found himself pushing the mutant back through the air with blue, watery PSI energy rippling from his hands. Aparidley twitched as he was sent back several yards, and Ness landed safely back onto the platform.
More wary of his clearly underestimated opponent this time, Aparidley circled around Ness like a hungry vulture, Ness rotating himself hastily to keep up with the flying antagonist’s movements. It was more of a blur than a solid figure he was able to see during the constant motion, but the brightness of the barbed tail allowed him to follow the figure fairly well with his bright, perceptive eyesight. Round and round it went, sometimes turning about abruptly, or cutting across overhead.
It lurched at him, emitting another screeching sound, like a thousand cats being run over by cars at once, only much more intimidating. Ness reflexively swung at the creature with his impervious baseball bat, and the tip connected with the raucous head, turning it away—but not before Aparidley made a long scratch along Ness’s left shoulder, ripping his striped shirt. The Reeka creation fell back while the young Smasher cried out and winced as the cut on his shoulder stung and began to bleed.
Aparidley, without the slightest hesitation, opened his reptilian mouth wide, from which a foul, purple glow grew brighter and brighter. After a couple seconds, he regurgitated a blob of boiling, steaming, radioactive Plasma Breath. The boy reacted to this attack with confidence by concentrating his PSI powers to form a protective PSI magnet around his body, absorbing the Plasma Breath and transferring the substance into a form which he could use to heal up the cut on his shoulder.
Naturally, this did not please Aparidley. But the wily Space Pirate was soon hit with a clever, insidious idea. Calling upon one of the advantages of his Aparoid half, the morphed Ridley, flashing between purple, dark green, and red quite frequently now, opened his jaw once more, and this time expelled from within at least a dozen small, writhing black clumps. Ness observed in disgusted horror as the black clusters plunked onto the platform surface, their slimy surfaces hardening and their writhing features settling into shape. Each tiny black figure blinked open two malicious, ravenous red eyes, just as malicious as their host’s, and unfolded similar bat-like wings, extending small tails and claws.
Aparidley seemed to smile, releasing an inhuman hum of satisfaction—which sounded much like the droning of the Aparoids—and flapped himself back over the edge, descending slowly downward until he could no longer be seen, allowing his grotesque offspring to do his dirty work.
The bat-like creatures, henceforth named Mini-Ridleys, chittered and wailed spontaneously—yet somehow congruously—and thrust off the surface, flapping their sinewy wings with rapid effort. Ness felt like he had shrunken to the size of a worm as the virtual flock of hungry Mini-Ridleys formed a perimeter around their prey and prepared to go in for the kill.
One baseball bat and yo-yo would not be enough.
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Master laughed by humming with his pale lips pressed together in a cold smile, observing the four Smashers’ struggles from the dark center space, the purple substance swirling around him. The Smash Rod was still gripped in his left hand, his right arm at his side. He looked, in all honesty, like a powerful sovereign would be envisioned to be, minus the queer hairdo and eyewear. He observed each of the survivors beginning to falter, and extended his smile, parting his lips to display his sharp pearly incisors. Despite whatever flaw or glitch which might have occurred in order to protect these fools from his powers, his reign would soon be at hand regardless. No force in this imaginary world made reality could stop him…
His eyes, through the sleek black sunglasses, caught sight of a tiny light growing below, and he heard a faint whirring noise, increasing in loudness. Taken by surprise, Master directed his gaze below at the small hovercraft which rose with a humming vibrato, the floodlight attached to the front penetrating the thick darkness and reflecting off the sunglasses. The round vehicle rose to the level of Master’s head—two individuals inside and two additional figures hovering beside it— and turned to confront him.
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“How is this for theatrical, sir!” Professor Elvin Gadd called out defiantly—master to master, spectacles to spectacles.
With that remark being made, the late-coming survivors split up to attend to each of the imperiled heroes. One, beating bat-like wings to remain aloft, took off toward Link’s quarter. The other figure outside the vehicle, completely motionless in the air, teleported away to Ness’s quarter with a twinkle. The second passenger bounded off the yellow-and-black-striped edge, falling with style onto Mario’s platform. Finally, Gadd caused the machine to rotate to the correct bearing, and sped off with the continuous whirring in the direction of the electric green glow. Master’s smile vanished; he let out a deep yell of dissatisfaction, and glowered as the four battles took a turn from how he had intended, something that seemed to be occurring increasingly often.
TO BE CONTINUED...
