Street Fighter Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Imperfect Mirror ❯ Genisis of Chaos ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Shadow Megatron
Bison is alerted to a power that rivals Akuma. And sets his sights upon aquiring this power for himself.

However not is all as it seems with this power as Another madnman is behind the scenes

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I don't own Street Fighter. That belongs solely to CAPCOM
However I do own this rather insane idea of a what if situation.
Not to be read by the weak of constitution or the easily scarred.
Seriouslly fucked up shit happens within this fanfiction . So twisted
that emulation or copycatting the situations within this fanfic will
either get you the electric chair or death by leathal injection.
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Imperfect Mirror : Chapter one Genisis of Chaos
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He was upon his knees, hamds against either side of his skull
a primal scream on pain escaped his lips as he cried out in agony.
 
Situated within the dark allyway the screaming redhead was ignored
by the more saner populants of Tokyo Japan.
 
Creme white jeans held up by a leather belt a light off color green shirt
and a dirty brown zip up jacket. Brown leather dessert boots and a
shock of light red hair. The pale 6ft tall man was a sight to behold.
 
Many avoided this transient vagabond for obvious reasons weeks ago.
He kept to himself and muttered in english as well as japanese. A name
,a name many of the population didn't know save a few.
"Ryu Hoshi.."
 
Another name slipped by the agonized man's lips one that brought fear
"Akuma...."
 
The last question brought a sense of pity to the listeners
"Who am I? What am I , I know Brian chattillon is not what I am."
"WHO AM I!"
 
The tramatised cry broke the errie silence of the alley as the redhead
shouted to the heavens his eyes wide with anguish and dispair.

Elsewhere in the mountains of China another redhead looked to the
horizon as he sensed a power akin to his own a cruel smile graced the
demonotic face of one Shaditsku Akuma formerly Goki.

"So...t seems that I am not alone? There is another Grandmaster
of Ansatsuken. dd I thought I killed the last. This is getting interesting."
 
A pitiless laugh echoed throughout the mountain range as the
demonised man threw back his head in mirth. He had lost his
humanity long ago Mercy it and Love were forign to him now.
All he cared about was 'The Fight' the 'Ultimate' Deathmatch.
 
In another part of China a wandering man snapped his senses to
where Japan was. He sensed the pain the turmoil and the awakening
of a being simmilar to the monster that murdered his teacher.
"Akuma..... But how is he in Japan when Akuma is here in China?"
 
 
Deep within Thiland a secret island known as Shadoweloo
a red siuted man smiled maleficly at the screen that had all the
contries of the world displayed a single red dot came into being
as it signaled to him of a fighter whose abilities were on par with
the feared Devil fighter known as Akuma.
"Finally, I knew there HAD to be another out there somewhere."
Here the german man flipped a switch to communicate to his
operatives within Japan a cold smile gracing his lips.
 
"This is Bison, Find out all you can about any new fighter that
has come into Japan. I want all intel you can get. Am I understood!"
 
Bison's tone was cold authorotive and completely ruthless
 
"Yes Master Bison I shall find out all I can."
The masculine tone stated suicentlly.

Bison's grin became even more twisted
"Good. Don't fail me Vega, you will not like the consiquences."
 
 
From his position the disgraced spanish ninja narrowed his eyes
He had once been loved and accepted by the crowds as a matidor
his style and flair was unparelelled however his sadistic streak hadn't
endeered him to the crowds. After being beaten by Bison and
psychologically conditioned by the madman to be a subordinate
the only thing the handsome vain ninja had left was intense hatered
for the man that enslaved him. That hatered fueled his sadisim and
violent tendencies in unhealthy ways. Namely to his victim he was
known as the Silernt killer. The Prince of pain or the Masked Psycho.
 
Vega's cold blue eyes surveyed the still screaming man from his perch
"Scream for me, let me hear your beautiful screams...."
 
The ninja whispered in a europhoric tone as his ears beheld the sound
of mortal torment and found it good. Beneath the protective facemask
the handsome face smiled in sick twisted pleasure.
 
"That's right my precious, let me hear your beautiful screams."
He murmured enraptured by the redhead's torment. The Ambidexterios
ninja sat upon his haunches ready to spring into action or blend in with
the darkness. He had been keeping an avid eye on this Gaijin to Japan
ever since he first heard those seductive screams of pain and agony
 
It was Vega himself that kept this ,man a secret from Bison ever since
he found him and brought him to that alleyway. Clothed and fed him.
Vega considered this man a type of pet and himself the master of this
most intruiging man whose screams caused the sick and twisted spanish
man throes of pleasure. His pet was not typically beautiful but the
screams elicted from it was by far the most beautiful thing it had
 
It was a sick and twisted kind of love Vega bestowed upon the redhead
He protected the man just to hear the man scream for him. Vega relished
the anguish and pain of his pet with anticipation and pleasure.
 
"Sleep well my pretty little slave, dream of me if you want to. I dream
of those screams of yours my name upon your lips . You will be mine
my pretty screamer, oh you will be mine....."
 
Down within the alley Brian had screamed himself to sleep Nighmarish
visions haunted his dreams Faces he didn't know flashed upon his
desolate dreamscape. A japanese man with short black hair dressed in
a white doji and headband. A schoolgirl dressed similar but in schoolgirl
attire. A shaggy blonde american man in a red doji . A marine with a
blonde crewcut. a beautiful chinese girl wearing royal blue battle regalia.
 
Who they were was a mystery save one the Japanese man
Ryu Hoshi....
The nightmares continued with a harsh dark tanned face with red hair
and red eyes reaching ouit as if to rasp and crush his soul
 
"I am power made flesh. Fear me for I am AKUMA!"
The nighmarish voice stated in a dark tone of malice.
The man woke from his nighmare in another scream
"AKUMA......Why do you haunt my nightmares!"
 
 
Blue tormented eyes looked up at the sunlight
"Why can't I rest....Why can't I find peace. What did I do to deserve
this torment."
The redhead murmured in a anguished tone as he looked skyward as if the
heavans knew the awnsers.

lsewhere within another secret base a meglomaniac smiled
"Yes so the clone is in place.... He shall become a useful tool."
 
The hooded man stated as he sat upon his throne within his headquaters
"Hail COBRA! Hail the Cobra Commander!"
The multitude of Footsoldiers stated in fanatic dogma.
The psychotic Cobra Commander let out a manevolent laugh.

"Yes my loyal soldiers. Those accursed Joes shall feel the tremors of
their foundations crumble at their very feet all at the hands of a man
that doesn't even know he is a clone. roject Chaos is begining Let
Anarchy reign for a while and then WE shall take the helm. The world
will belong to US!"
 
The meglomaniac stated in a psychotic tone of zeal
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Seems like Bison has competitrion on the genre of World Domination.
One Psycho-powered Madman VS One psychotic madman.
Just what the world needs? A German dictator or an american one.
Oh Brother how cliche can you get!