My Light Chapter 13

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"Pit! Wait a second!"
"Pit, is everything alright?"
"Pit. Tell me what's going on."
"Pit, why are you scared?"
“I’m sorry.”
“Pit…let me help you.”
“For my prize, would you try…falling in love?”
“Pit! Pit? What happened??”
“Pit!”

Pit’s eyes slowly opened and he groaned groggily. His head, like his body, ached horribly. He felt as if he couldn’t move, and it was much too warm for his liking.

The voices echoed in his head, a dream? It couldn’t have been. The images were much too real.

A memory?

Pit groaned again and weakly attempted to sit up, but a hand held him down.

“Good morning, Pit.”

The cerulean eyes blinked against the light as they looked up. A pair of midnight blue eyes met him.

“G-Good morning…Ike.” Pit stammered, blushing as he remembered last night. He quickly looked away as a hand snapped to his mouth. He..

Pit attempted once again to sit up, but the hand continued to push him down. “I-Ike, can you let me up?” He asked quickly, the blanket atop of him heavy, and he was a bit more than bashful about lying on the swordsman’s lap.

Ike didn’t respond and Pit whimpered helplessly. He only blushed brighter when he heard movement in the room, pushing the blanket over his head.

“Good morning Pit, you gave us quite a scare last night.” Marth’s tone portrayed fear, tiredness and somewhat a cheerful act. Pit only whimpered again in response.

“We can’t let you up right now, ok?” The voice was closer this time and a hand gently rested itself atop his shoulder.

“Why?” Pit groaned. It was too hot!

“You have a fever; you’ve been sleeping for quite a while now. We don’t want you fainting when you stand up, do we?” Marth asked, giving the shoulder a squeeze.

“How did I get a fever?” Pit continued to inquire. Ike shifted underneath him.

“You…it was very cold last night when we found you. You must have caught a cold. In your condition…” Pit took the blanket off from over his eyes and pouted behind it.

“But it’s too warm now.” He stated childishly.

Marth smiled lightly at the boy and ran his hand gently through his hair; Pit cringed slightly as his head throbbed.

“I know it’s too warm, you’re burning up.” Ike stated quietly, shifting his arm around the angel.

Marth smiled a little wider, “But you’ll get cold if you get up. According to Mario anyway.”

Pit pouted once again and huffed. “It’s still too warm. I don’t like it.”

Ike and Marth shared a glance before Ike shifted, pulling Pit up against his side. Pit closed his eyes as his head felt light and he swayed. The sensation didn’t pass quickly either.

“I’ll go get you two something; I’ll be right back, ok?” Marth sighed after a few moments, hauling himself up and leaving the two.

Pit frowned, “Is Marth finally letting us go or something?” He asked weakly. Come to think of it- he felt much weaker now than before. He could barely find the strength to keep his eyes open.

Ike chuckled lightly, but the sound was hollow, without feeling. Pit shifted again and Ike pulled the blanket around him, Pit pouted once more.

“Hey Ike, I had a dream.” He started quietly. Ike didn’t respond, he was looking off into the distance, his head propped up on a hand.

Pit waited for the response anyway, and soon a silence had settled between the two.

“Go on.” Ike finally murmured; it was so quiet Pit barely caught it.

“I…I don’t know if it’s true. It’s so jumbled up…” Pit started, resting his head on Ike’s shoulder. “But I dreamt of you. I think…I think I dreamt of things I’ve forgotten.”

Ike stiffened quite noticeably. “Like memories?” He asked, feigning boredom. Pit nodded silently.

The silence was back. Ike briefly wondered how long Marth was going to take, while Pit wondered whether he should have said anything at all.

“Ike?” Pit asked, Ike grunted silently in response, shifting awkwardly, “I’m sorry.”

“You already apologized.” Ike stated quietly. Pit rested his head on the man’s shoulder, looking off.

“…” I can’t be sure…it’s all too…confusing, is that really what happened…? “Ike?”

“Yes Pit?”

“What happened…the night you came back…?”

Ike froze. Despite his efforts, the images that had burned themselves into his mind bubbled back up. The red staining the walls, the feathers scattered everywhere, the night he truly felt everything torn from him.

He clenched his fist in the plush fabric and quickly looked away, Pit jumped slightly in his seat, his hands darting out to grab the swordsman’s arm.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized quickly, “I…I didn’t know..” He looked down, his face pained, Ike glanced down sadly at the boy, “I…I won’t mention it again.”

With a sigh Ike forced his body to relax, resting his head back and staring at the ceiling. “No, it’s alright.” He breathed.

Pit glanced everywhere but at the man, embarrassed at the situation he had forced upon them both. Had it really been that bad? Pit whined lightly and hugged Ike’s arm, “I’m sorry.”

“I thought…I had lost you.”

Pit fell silent, still at his side. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair before continuing quietly. “You…it…It got to you. I….I couldn’t protect you. When I came back…”

Ike cut himself short and shifted. Pit looked up to see him looking over the back of the couch. Following the man’s gaze, he saw Marth standing there, a tray in his hands, his eyes reflecting Ike’s.

Marth made his way into the room, setting his tray down on a side table before taking a seat next to Pit. “It’s not just your fault Ike. We were there. We should have done something. We should have heard him.” He said in a whisper, looking at his hands.

“What happened?” Pit asked again.

Marth shrugged and shook his head. “Me and Roy, we went looking for you. Your room door was locked. We broke in…” He started.

“Marth came to me as soon as I arrived back.” Ike continued when Marth lapsed into silence. “He was crying…I ran to your room. It was…” Ike paused. “…never again. You…you were in the corner. I took you to the bed…it was like you had been attacked by a wild animal.”

Pit froze. Bed. Attacked? “Was it…him? He took my wings, too?” He asked, his head throbbing. Ike slowly nodded.

It was silent. Pit desperately tried to recall that night while Ike and Marth tried to push it out of their minds.

A soft groan was all it took for both their attentions to latch onto the boy in an instant.

“Pit?” Ike asked in alarm, turning to Pit as he slumped in his seat, clutching his head in agony.

With a soft, choked cry Pit buried his face in his hands, curling up into himself.

“Pit!” Ike nearly yelled when the boy began thrashing in pain, he clutched at Pit’s shoulders while Marth fussed uselessly.

Darkness…loneliness..blood, laughter…pain…

Pit groaned and whimpered as hot tears began to spill from his eyes, his body raking with the burning he had only come to notice, the wounds which had never healed, tearing fresh scars in his mind.

Ike quickly pulled Pit to his chest and wrapped him in a tight embrace. He himself was shaking violently, as if all the agony, the memories- as if all the pain the angel felt had taken over the air surrounding them, an aura of darkness, of despair.

Ike could hear Marth hyperventilating and could see him writhing in the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t utter a sound though he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, he could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly.

What is this? This… Ike thought desperately, clenching his eyes shut as he clung to Pit…Pit.

He hurt me!! Pit’s mind screamed as the memories flashed behind his eyes, Why??!? Why!!?!

Pit screamed. A bloodcurdling scream.

Marth pried his eyes open, tears flowing down his face. I-I’m scared! What’s happening!?! Why does it hurt??! His mind raced as his arms shook, rooted to the corner of the couch, his face distraught with horror.

It was only then he noticed.

“I-Ike!” He cried in a choked gasp. Ike’s eyes opened instantly, but all he could see was red.

“Ike! Ike! His- his wings!!” Marth screamed, lunging forward involuntarily and placing his hands against the writhing boy’s back.

Pit screamed murder, bucking from Marth’s touch, his eyes flying open. He writhed, trying to get away from the cold hands, from the white hot pricks of pain which tore through his spine.

“IKE!!” Marth cried out, sickened, horrified, afraid.

Ike pulled himself from the cloud which had taken over, his movement slowly returning as he pulled Pit closer to look over his shoulder.

Ike would have screamed too if it weren’t for the other two’s screams making up for any sound he could make, if it weren’t for his own memories racing through his mind.

He instantly froze, his arms clenching around the small, frail body painfully as Pit’s screams slowly became more pained and breathy as his energy evaporated.

Too fast. Like a fuse on a stick of dynamite accidentally lit. The feathers were burning, covered in a dark black flame, scorching the bone.

What had been a third of his wing was already nearing the second to last row of feathers at the base of his back, the flame licking his skin and scorching his clothes a coal black.

“Pit...” Ike breathed, pulling the boy ever closer. “Pit…Pit!” He screamed, his words echoing his horror as the boy’s screams became softer and softer, his body slumping.

“Ike..!” Pit sobbed; closing his eyes to his tears as his hands clenched handfuls of the man’s tunic. “Ike, it hurts..! It hurts!” His voice wavered as it lost volume, his arms becoming heavy as he shook.

No…I don’t want to…I can’t..no…Ike…I’m scared! Ike! Help me!

Pit had soon become still and his breathing hitched as the fire enveloped his last feathers. “I-Ike...” He whimpered quietly, sobbing.

Ike felt the cool tears running down his face; he could hear his screams faintly in the back of his mind as he clung to the boy, He said it himself! That devil said that he would die! But I can’t be out of time! I won’t let this happen!!

“Ike...” Pit breathed, fighting to keep his eyes open even though they slowly slid closed against his will. “I remember it…I remember…it all…that..day…and before….Ike…”

Ike only tightened his grip as he softly cried into the angel’s dull hair, “Pit…you can’t die…not now...” Pit closed his eyes, his own tears flowing freely.

“Ike, Ike-I lov-“

The final shuddering breath and Pit was still.

“…Ike…he…he isn’t…” Marth asked quietly, looking up with wide eyes, forever embedded with the fear of what had just occurred. “He...he can’t be…?”

Ike stared at the motionless body in his arms, his skin slowly turning cold, the liveliness that was always there fading away.

He stared, before he let out the shrillest scream he’d ever heard himself create.

“Link! LINK!” Marth screamed at the top of his lungs, refusing to believe it. “LINK!!” He cried, breaking to sobs.

“He can’t hear you!” Ike yelled at the prince, angry tears beginning to form. “If anyone could, don’t you think they would have heard us screaming earlier!?!!”

Marth fell silent as he sobbed, “Pit…” He repeated to himself burying his face in his hands.

Ike wiped away the still fresh tears staining the pale boys face as everything that had happened slowly began to sink in.

He really did remember this time…but I never got to…I never got to tell him…that I truly, eternally…loved…him…

The thought clenched at his chest painfully, bringing his breath out in shallow gasps as his head began to feel light, his body cold.

I’ll...never be able…to see his smile again… He bit back the new wave of tears threatening to spill, though he was fighting a lost battle. He could hear Marth crying to himself, He could hear himself softly sobbing, but all else was still, cold, silent.

“Tragic, the pain of loss, isn’t it?”

Marth jumped with an audible cry and Ike jumped back painfully into the end of the couch. Pit’s body lightly shock with gentle laughter.

“Oh, Ike! I’m scared! Help me! It hurts!” The boy laughed, mimicking Pit’s voice as it slowly sat up, his light brown hair fading to a darker shade of chocolate while his skin grew paler.

“Ike, Ike, Ike. He never stopped. And finally, the silence which I wanted more than anything…” It breathed, sitting up on its knees, its head rolling back, peering at Ike with blood red eyes through a dark fringe.

“You…You lied.” Ike stuttered; his mind blanking as he stared upon the face of the evil which started all of this…And the face stared back with eyes of a murderer.

It laughed; a dull, echoing sound which had Marth freeze, his breathing becoming labored as the air in the room became older, thicker.

“Oh Ike, you silly little boy. You think, after all my efforts, after all my attempts to kill the boy, I would let a chance like that slip by?”

It laughed again, “Why, when I discovered the wing thing Pit had, I just needed the perfect excuse, the perfect back story- and the opportunity came upon itself, this little ‘Brawl’ thing. Did you know Pit was always an odd duck back up there? Always had Angels flocking to him, left and right.”

Ike could feel his blood begin to boil; he could feel his nails biting angrily into the palms of his hands. “So everything before…” He breathed, his voice hitching. The being smiled at him sickly sweet.

“Now you’re catching on. All lies! Pit may be the worst actor in the world, but seeing as you fell for every little trick I put up, every little stumble I put in place- I must be quite the mastermind.” He paused before smirking,

“Or maybe it was the crying act? Tell me, which did you like best?”

“BASTARD!” Ike yelled, Grabbing the boy by the neck and standing, raising him off the ground. “YOU KILLED PIT!! BRING HIM BACK!!” He demanded, screaming in the boys face.

“I-Ike…stop..!” Pit gasped, tears in his eyes, Ike instantly faltered, his grip going slack, Marth gasping out a silent plea- but when he saw the lingering smirk he tightened his grip further.

The choked laugher rang out loudly in the silent room, “You’re so easy! Too easy!” It laughed, wriggling in the swordsman’s grip.

“How much of it were lies?” Ike asked in straight monotone, the thing looked down at him with an angry smile.

“You can’t trust anything I say, like, maybe I said ‘all of it’? or…’there’s still a way to save him?’” Upon Ike’s shocked face, he cackled once more. Ike threw the body to the floor with hate, a startled hiss of pain ensuring, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

“I asked you: How. Much. Of. It. Were. Lies.” He repeated, deathly quiet. It only grinned.

“You decide, hopefully this time you’ll pick a better answer.” It snickered before thrusting its wings out behind it with a piercing laugh.

Black feathers sprouted instantly and it had taken flight, hovering above their heads. “See you, Ike! Don’t think too hard!” It taunted as it smashed through the far window.

Ike immediately ran to it, seeing the retreating black speck in the midday sky. “I will get him back. Mark my words.” He growled, digging his nails into the window pane.

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“WHAT!?!?”

Marth cringed underneath his covers as the Elf tossed a table over, books and numerous breakable objects crashing to the floor. “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US SOONER!?!”

“How could we?!?!” Marth screamed from under the pillow, “He died Link!! That just doesn’t come up in normal conversation!” He threw the pillow aside and sat up, “’Oh, hello link, Red, how’s the weather today?- oh, and just thought you might like to know Pit died this morning, tallyho.’” He sarcastically remarked.

Link kicked the side of Ike’s bed, where the swordsman lay sprawled, eyes blank as he stared at the ceiling, staring, nothing else.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” Link muttered as he tried to calm himself down, sitting at the edge of the bed. Ike slowly looked at him.

“I will get him back.” He breathed quietly. Link nodded his head in his hands. “I...don’t know how…but…Pit’s still alive.” He said, more to convince himself than anyone else.

Marth pushed back his fringe, his eyes dark. “We shouldn’t be sitting here.” He said slowly. “We have to get out there.”

“He’s right.” Red muttered from the corner, holding his Squirtle close. “The more time we spend here, the less chance we have…finding this..’imposter’” Out of the three, he was the most confused about what had happened.

Ike sat up and reached to the side of his bed, pulling up Ragnell and staring at its blade before letting it drop with a loud clank.

“But how?!” He argued. “We’re up against another angel who’s taken over Pit’s body! We can’t hurt him, I just know it..”

Everyone looked away. They knew that he could hurt him. And that was what Ike was most afraid of. The look of pain across the boys face, though he was not his.

“We just go in and storm him.” Marth concluded, standing on shaky legs, before sitting down quickly and shuddering. “We might be able to make them swap…or something.” He breathed sickly.

“We’ll make a deal then.” Ike muttered as he stood, picking up his sword once again and looking the prince in the eye.

“I have an idea where to find the bastard.”

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