Chapter 6

The voices had just explained to the group at the meeting who they were........

“So, we’ve been dragged here by two talking hands?” Link asked, utterly confused.
“No, only half of you were brought by each of us,” the one called Master Hand explained. “But enough about that, we must end this.”
“But why kill us?!” Peach almost cried.
“You are the only beings in this universe that stand between us and universal domination,” Crazy Hand answered. “And by domination, we mean destruction.”
“And how do we, of all beings, stand in your way?” Zelda asked, trying to stay calm.
“You were all chosen before you were born, to fight in a war against the ultimate evil,” Master Hand explained. “All of you were destined to be rivals, then to settle your differences and fight us. We know this...because we created that particular prophecy.”
“You’re insane,” Bowser growled, his throat burning from the fire attempting to escape out of his anger. “You’re desperate to destroy the universe, but for what? If it’s destroyed, the point of existence is gone. And you’ll be killed, too!”
“We know,” Crazy Hand said. “And the point of existence thing? That’s the point. Destroy existence, then everything’s over.”
“Then we’ll destroy you,” Ganondorf muttered, a dark orb circling in his hand. “We’ll destroy you, then we’ll go home. And you two will be rotting back in the hellhole you spawned from.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Master Hand said calmly. “It’s almost like saying ‘I’m gonna die first. I’m gonna die first’. If you’ve already forgotten, we’ll remind you: together, we are the most formidable forces in the galaxy. So, you’re all as good as dead.”
“The fight-a hasn’t started yet,” Luigi said, his fists clenched. “Bring it on!”
“Okay, whatever,” Crazy Hand said with boredom, shaping his fingers into the shape of a gun (the figure that elementary students usually use). Everyone flinched for a second, and Crazy Hand laughed.
“Think fast!” he yelled, and strange, immense, yellow bullet fired from his forefinger, nailing Luigi square in the gut. He flew back, and only stopped when he collided with the Great Fox. He slowly slid down, unconscious and bleeding from his arms and legs. Mario was breathing deeply, and through his gritted teeth.
“Go to h*ll, you psychopath!” Slippy screamed, charging at him with a blaster and a wrench. He chucked the wrench at Master Hand, and he did nothing more than catch it and crush it.
“Yawn....you bore me, frog,” he said, standing on his middle and forefinger and walking over to Slippy. He was too stunned to move, and Master Hand stopped right in front of him.
“Oh, sh*t...” Slippy muttered as Master Hand brought back his forefinger and flicked him a hundred yards in the distance. When he landed, he was alive, but barely. Half the bones in his body were broken, and his torso was bleeding uncontrollably. From the loss of blood, he passed out.
“Can you just surrender so it’s not as painful when we annihilate the universe?” Crazy Hand asked, though knowing the answer. “Or, should we fight you? And by fight, I mean massacre.”
“No, we won’t fight them,” Master Hand corrected him. “We’ll let our little friends take care of them.”
“Them? But they’re just about the most pathetic bunch of fighters in the universe!” Crazy Hand exclaimed.
“Unless they’re in groups,” Master Hand said. “And, we still have five-hundred more.”
“Oh, yeah,” Crazy Hand said dumbly. “I forgot.” There was another flash, like the one they all remember before they were brought to the forlorn desert. The next thing they all knew, they were standing on a large battlefield, with one main floor, two middle platforms on each side, and a center platform on the top. Below them, they all noticed a disfigured pair of hands holding a color changing orb, which they did not, and to this day still don’t, know the purpose of.
“Yay! Go W.F.’s!” Crazy Hand yelled from above. He and Master Hand were floating behind them all, off the battlefield, in giant stadium chairs. They even had popcorn and pennants with the words “Go W.F.A.!”, which made no sense to anyone, until...
“What do the pennants stand for?!” Link yelled to them. The pair laughed for a minute or so, and Crazy Hand was the first to regain his breath.
“Go Wire Frame Army!” he bellowed. As if out of nowhere, strange purple beings with red stripes on their body appeared on every side of them-there had to be at least ten. No big deal, though..Ridley took one swipe with his claws, and they all flew into the bottomless abyss below.
“Damm*t, I forgot about that,” Master Hand mumbled. “Why did we bring that superweapon in here to fight us anyway?”
“You know, I have no clue,” Crazy Hand said. “Wait...superweapon...we should take him back with us.”
“You get him,” Master Hand said, obviously a bit frightened. Anyone would be, though. Before anyone even noticed what was happening, Crazy Hand had taken Ridley by the throat and was attempting to drag him up, away from everyone else. He was failing, though; Ridley was easily squirming out of his reach.
“Stupid dragon!” Crazy Hand yelled, lunging for him. He was too quick this time, and Ridley was totally off guard. Crazy Hand started crushing his neck, in an attempt to kill him.
“What are you doing?!” Samus screamed. She feared for Ridley’s death. The fact that they were previously rivals didn’t matter anymore, they were allies now. She locked her Plasma cannon onto Crazy Hand and took some well placed shots at the fingers. Each one caught on fire, and Crazy Hand dropped Ridley. It was too late, though. Ridley fell, missed the platform, and fell into the abyss. There was an immense pillar of energy that erupted from his falling point, and everyone knew he couldn’t have survived that. Samus opened her eyes, and her visor was drizzled with drops of water. She had been crying for her greatest rival.
“You’re gonna pay for that one,” she croaked, locking onto them as Crazy Hand rejoined his brother. She took some more shots at them, but each one was blocked by a force field.
“I don’t think you should be worrying about us,” Master Hand told them, pointing to the battlefield. “You should worry more about them.” As they turned around, ten more strange Wire Frames had replaced the ten previously destroyed, and they were slowly rounding on them.
“This can’t be too hard,” Link said, taking out his sword and shield. “Can it?”
“They’re wire people. This is gonna be a piece of cake,” Falco muttered.
“Wire Frames!” Master Hand called.
“Do what you were created to do!” Crazy Hand finished. They all lunged for them, but they were ready. Samus, Wolf’s team, and Fox’s team held position, Link, Zelda and Ganondorf each took a platform, Mario, Peach, Yoshi, and Bowser were all around the place, and Mewtwo picked off anyone that came within ten feet of him. Of course, when you’re up against ten of these things at a time, no matter how pathetic they are, they’re still going to hurt you, and sometimes even defeat you. Yoshi, Leon, and Falco were the ones that paid that particular price. All five hundred of the Wire Frames had been defeated, though, and everyone had taken a small toll: Link’s nose was bleeding, Zelda was cut on her right arm, Mario and Fox both had blood seeping out of their legs, Peach was bleeding from both shoulders, Samus lost an excessive amount of shield energy, Bowser’s left eye was puffy and blood was gushing out of his knee, Krystal’s ears were bleeding, Panther had fractured his left wrist, Wolf was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and Ganondorf and Mewtwo were the only two unscathed, save one or two scratches.
“Great, I guess we have to fight you now,” Crazy Hand said, obviously annoyed they’d just destroyed the army of wire frames.
“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” Wolf said, spitting blood out of his mouth. “Come and get us, you cowards!”
“You’re sure you want to go through with this?” Master Hand asked as he and Crazy Hand descended to them. “We can just destroy the universe peacefully, and it won’t be as painful when your very existence is torn from you.”
“You’ll never win,” Link muttered, wiping his bleeding nose on his sleeve.
“Oh, we’ll just see about that, won’t we, pathetic orphan?” Master Hand taunted him. He was trying to get Link to unleash his rage, thus making him an easy target. It didn’t work, luckily, but Link was shaking in containing his anger.
“Fine. Then we’ll destroy you the old fashioned way,” Crazy Hand said, snapping his fingers. Another flash, and they were on a flat stadium, another orb below them, but completely black and surrounded by a white cloud. They looked around, and Master Hand was on one side of the stadium, and Crazy Hand the other. They were smack in the center.
“Welcome to Final Destination!” Crazy Hand shouted.
“They call it this for a reason! Can you guess it?” Master Hand laughed. It was do or die. The fate of the entire universe rested on this battle...