Since 99% of stories I read about Marth say he'd been abused by his father and stuff like that, I wanted to see how far I could go on the torture levels with this… Okay, that sounded bad… You'll get what I mean when you read this…

I do not own Fire Emblem (if that's what Marth and Ike come from, cuz you know I have no idea). I also do not own any of the various games that any of the other characters come from, except for maybe Mario and Link or something like that. And I definitely do not own the collabo of those games, Super Smash Brothers. I just own the plot for this story, and the two OC's I just threw in here :D Enjoy.

No Matter What

It was just a normal day on Smash Manor Avenue. School was out for the weekend, and all the children were finding various ways to entertain themselves. The younger children were playing tag. The older children were gossiping or riding their bikes, or even just sleeping. And the adults sat happily on their porches, watching their children play. Yes, everything was well within Smash Manor Avenue. Or, that's what it would seem.

For at the top of a hill in this peaceful neighborhood, in the largest and most expensive looking house, lived a family. No one knew much about this family, though. In fact, no one thought anyone lived in the large house. It was always dark inside, and there were no normal noises coming from the house. A few believed the house was haunted, for every night blood curdling screams erupted from the attic, and you could hear the sound of a whip cracking and flesh ripping echoing through the night.

But that all changed when they saw a young man come from the third story window one Saturday afternoon. At first, no one noticed him trying to climb out. But as they heard a loud thud and went to investigate, they saw him slowly rise from the bushes he fell into.

He looked terrible. Bruises littered his body, and there were so many of them you could barely see any pale skin. One of his eyes was bruised shut, and the other was straining to stay open. He had a limp in his walk as he tried to get to the people around him and it seemed his arm was broken, by the way he held it.

A small blond boy walked up to him fearfully in an attempt to get a better look. He couldn't help but notice as he got closer that this boy was breathing so hard… He couldn't even get a sentence out before the boy fainted, falling face first into the grass.

"Someone help him!" a girl cried, kneeling beside him.

"I'll go call an ambulance!" an adult shouted, running back into his own house.

"Will he be okay…?" some of the smaller children asked, not yet grasping the seriousness of this situation.

"What happened to him…?"

"Did he get hurt in the haunted house?"

"No one's supposed to go in there…!"

"He was so stupid!"

"Get him help!"

"What is taking so long!"

"Finally!"

"Hello? Hello? Sir, wake up…! If you can hear me, blink twice… Sir? If you can hear me, blink two times…!"

The young man heard all these different voices coming from every direction, each voice sounding more urgent than the last. Although, this voice seemed more instructive than the others, and he found himself trying to blink his half-way working eye.

"Pl… ease… h-he… h-help m-me…" he murmured, trying to gather enough strength to save the rest of his family from the monster within their home. "H-help m-me… s-save… them…"

"Sir, we need you to relax. You're very badly hurt and until we get you evaluated, you're gonna have to take it easy."

"M-mother… E-El… E-Elisse…"

"J-just calm down sir, we're getting you inside the building!"

"El… isse…"

"This isn't good, he's fading out on us!"

"Well, help him! Get him some fluids, stat!"

"Clear the way! This is an emergency!"

"H-help… them…"

"We're losing him! We're losing him!"

Soon, to the blue-haired boy, everything was just a blur of colors and gravelly voices. And even sooner than that, he was out cold again.

Changing PoV…

I watched as that injured boy was wheeled into an emergency room, leaving me behind. They told me I couldn't go. They said I wasn't his family, so I'm not allowed any further. Where are the kid's parents? And why was he in that creepy old house up the hill anyway? No one ever goes in there.

Still, I couldn't help but worry about this boy. It seemed as though he'd been tortured every day of his life. I got a good look at him back in the neighborhood when he passed out. He only had three fingernails, and two were struggling to grow back. He had several cuts on most of his bruises, as if someone tried to get the fluid out the wound only for him to get hurt again. Aside from the black and blue that littered his body, there was also green and yellow from infections that were starting or already had spread. And his face…

Other than his eyes, that seemed to be the only thing that wasn't hurt. His face was almost spotless, besides maybe some dirt and a little blood. I liked his face. It seemed so pure… But I hated his expression. It was contorted with pain and misery and… concern.

Speaking of which, why was he telling us to save his mother and some girl named Elisse? We don't know where they are. Is he gonna tell us when he wakes up? If he wakes up…

Wait, why am I worrying so much about this? I got school tomorrow! I don't even know this kid! Ugh, I get stuck with everything, don't I…?

"Sir…? Hello?" I turned my head in the direction of the new voice to see a nurse with a clipboard.

"Yeah?" I answer.

"Are you here to see the young man who was badly hurt…?"

"Uh… yeah, I guess."

"Well, he's in recovery right now. He's lost a lot of blood, but he should be fine by the morning and ready to go back to school."

"Really…? But what about all those cuts and bruises…?"

"Yes, those… The cuts have been bandaged up, and we've given him some medicated cream to help him with the bruises."

"But… he fell from a third story window…"

"That's another thing I wanted to discuss with you…" The nurse looked from one side to the other, then took my arm and guided me behind some curtains. "You see, the fall didn't cause him any real damage, just a small fracture." she said in a softer voice.

"Well, that's good right…?" I asked in a softer voice as well, knowing I'd probably get shushed if I spoke any louder.

"Well, yes… but the X-rays we took of him before we started the procedure showed something a bit… disturbing…"

"Disturbing?" What could possibly be disturbing about his X-rays? I mean, he probably just had some broken bones, since he was so badly beat up. How bad could that be?

"W-well… uh… just take a look and see for yourself…" She reaches into the yellow folder on her clipboard and takes out his X-rays, placing them in a box on the wall that I'm just now noticing. She flips on this switch on one side of the box and I can see just what she meant by disturbing.

"… What the hell is all that…?" I asked in shock, not believing what I was seeing. This kid's stomach was just… littered with all kinds of shit that didn't even look like it belonged there. And it looked like they were stuck in there, too…

"We haven't identified all of them yet, since his stomach has tried to digest it, but there were various pieces of metal and about a pound of stuffing from toy animals and even a medium sized piece of plastic Tupperware…"

I looked back at the nurse as if she'd grown a second head. "… You mean to tell me he's been eating this shit?"

"On the contrary… I don't think he's been eating it willingly."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You can't see it in these X-rays, but as we were doing the procedure, he coughed up a little blood. After the surgery was done, we took a look at his throat and there were many little cuts in there as well."

"What does that mean?"

"It means… someone forced these items down his throat… he didn't really have a choice…" My mind was reeling now. Forced? To eat this shit? What kind of twisted person feeds a kid Tupperware for God's sake? "And on top of that, it seems as though he was chained up high and forced to hang from his ankles a lot."

"How do you know that…?"

"There were many signs, like the dizziness and lack of balance from trying to stand a while ago. But, we have a CAT-Scan of him too…" she said, putting up the picture in the box. "And these blood vessels here seem a little worn out, as if they'd filled with blood and expanded, then shrunk back over and over again. This boy was tortured by someone for… a number of years. The fact he's still alive is a miracle…"

I took a minute to kinda bathe in all this information. So he looked like that… because he'd been tortured…? He came from that creepy old house at the top of the hill. Maybe those stupid rumors were true and you will suffer dire consequences if you go inside. This kid here was enough proof to go on. "… I'd like to see him…"

"Right this way…" The nurse stepped from behind the curtain, then led me down this really long hallway. I always hated hospitals. Why did all the walls have to be so white…? "He's in here…" she said, then stepped around me and back down the hallway. I took a moment to think if I was actually going to do this, then decided he had no one else, so I might as well go inside. Although, when I opened the door, I certainly was not expecting what I got.

I hadn't even opened it all the way, and I could already hear the poor kid screaming, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! Please, I beg you, don't hurt me!"

"Whoa, whoa, hey. I'm not going to hurt you… I don't even know you who you are, I definitely won't hurt you…" I said. What had happened to this kid?

Changing PoV…

I raised my arms over my face as the door opened. I knew it had to be my father. Who knows how long I'd been outside? He's probably already figured out I'm gone and here to take me back and hurt me even more. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! Please, I beg you, don't hurt me!" I begged him, hoping he'd at least wait until I could stand straight.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. I'm not going to hurt you… I don't even know you are, I definitely won't hurt you…" That's not father's voice. And it definitely isn't mother's or Elisse's… So who's here to see me…?

I took my arms down from my face and I see this… man. Or at least I'm pretty sure he's a man. He's tall, so he could be older than me… But his face makes him look like we could be the same age… "Wh-who are you…?" I asked, cowering under my blanket.

"My name's Ike… I'm one of the people who helped you get here…"

"O-oh…" I looked down at the bright white bed sheets in front of me, trying to piece together what happened. All I can get is a blur of voices and sirens.

I heard the man clear his throat. Twice. I guess he got tired of the silence after that. "Mind telling me your name…?"

"… I-I don't know…"

"You don't know your own name?"

"N-no… I mean… I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you my name…"

"You're not-? What do you mean 'if you're allowed'? Who isn't allowed to tell people their names…?"

"Me, sometimes… and my older sister…"

"Older sister…? Wait, is that the 'Elisse' girl you were mumbling about when we found you…?"

"Oh no, you heard me? That's not good! I-I could get in trouble! He could find me! He could kill her! He could kill both of us!" I started panicking, pulling slightly at my already worn out hair. I never meant for them to hear me! I never meant to tell anyone! I could be killed for this! Father will not be happy if this gets out because of me!

"Who? Who could kill you? The person who tortured you?"

I gasped, looking up at him with worried eyes. "H-how do you know that…?"

"Well, for one, we found you looking like a black and blue broken pumpkin. And two, the nurse could tell by what was in your stomach and the way your throat looked and by the way your brain looked. There were a lot of signs, kid."

I felt as if my whole world was crashing down around me again. Were they really that obvious…? How would father take to that?

"Mind telling me where you live, kid…?"

"The house I came out of…" I said, still in a state of shock. I heard him suck in a breath sharply, and turning my head to look at him, he seemed shocked at my answer. "Something wrong?"

"You mean to tell me you live in that creepy house up the hill?"

"Of course I do…"

"B-but no one lives there!"

"Um, I do. Me, my mother, my father, and my sister. We all live there."

"Since when?"

"Since Elisse was born."

"But that place is haunted!"

"Wh-what…? Haunted…? Why would you think that…?"

"Because there's always screaming coming fr- Oh… th-that's… that's you, isn't it…?"

"What's me…?"

"The screams in the middle of the night. That's you, isn't it?"

I couldn't answer him. If I did, Father was sure to kill me! Or worse… I was already in enough trouble for escaping again. I don't want him to find me…

Ike sighed, I think he's getting frustrated with me a little. "Alright, so you don't have to tell me… But since it's so obvious, you're not going back there." he said.

"What… what do you mean…?"

"I mean, since you're being tortured at that house you're not going back there. You're coming to live with me until this whole thing gets sorted out." he explained.

I looked up at him, a bit confusedly. Was he being serious…? "I-I'm coming with you…? B-but you don't even know my name…"

"Well… I'll give you a nick-name or something until you tell me what it is." Ike smiled, and it made a little butterfly appear in my stomach. "I don't wanna see you like that again, so you're coming to live with me and heal and go to school and everything else a normal kid would do… You are a kid, right…?"

"I-I'm… s-seventeen…"

"Good. You'll be in the classes with me then." Ike smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking one of my hands. I looked down at it, and hated what I saw. Burn marks and several bandages trying to cover them all. Ike gripped my hand slightly, and I looked back up at him. "Everything will work out just fine for you." I smiled up at his kind words, but inside I knew the truth. I'm doomed to die, or suffer the fact that I've killed the only family that loved me… my mother and dear sister Elisse…

END

Okay, so what do you think so far? I realize that I may have gone a bit too far already, but there's more to the story of Marth's horrible torture in what is known as the Lowell household. A little will be revealed in the next chapter (hopefully) and then a great big sundae of it will be revealed in the chapter afterward (once again, hopefully) Oh, and just in case I forget, next chapter begins on the next day. XD Review!