Street Fighter II Victory Fan Fiction / Street Fighter Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Terror ❯ Intruder ( Chapter 1 )

Scarlet Terror

By S. Krause and W.D.

Street Fighter

R – Violence, strong language, may eventually contain sexual content.

Contains one or two original characters.

This is the beginning of something WD wrote while half asleep a long time ago.

This is a fic about Vega; one of the most under-appreciated Street Fighter characters. What happened to insane narcissist after the events of the Street Fighter series?

Thoughts are written in ITALICS

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Tucked within a small forest of thick pine trees and lush gardens; a beautiful mansion sat secluded from the public's eyes. The great house was deserted, save for one lonely man.

Vega stroked several strands of his long, blonde hair as he looked into the mirror with a sad smile. The man that he saw in the mirror was easily, by most people's standards, among the most beautiful people alive; but it did not matter to him.

All that mattered to Vega was his own, obsessive thirst for beauty. In his eyes, he had become rather ugly and wretched when compared to years past- He would never again be as perfect as he once was.

The former matador's smashed his fist into the mirror, no longer able to tolerate the sight of his own reflection. Blood immediately began to erupt from the fresh wounds on his hand and knuckles, but he did not care. He slid open one of the drawers below the now smashed mirror and retrieved a small dagger.

"I swear," Vega began to whisper as he held the knife high with his blood-covered hand, "to never allow the world to watch time destroy me. My life must now end in order to preserve the beauty that still remains."

He held the point of the sharp blade over his bare chest, positioning the small weapon over his heart.

"Why die when you can live forever," a deep, thunderous voice echoed from behind.

"What!?" The Spanish ninja cursed darkly and spun around to search for the source of the alien voice. "who dares to violate my private hideaway?!"

A cloaked figure suddenly faded into existence behind the vain nobleman, materializing out of thin air. A gray, hazy fog-like substance surrounded the ominous form and quickly dissipated as the shrouded figure became less transparent.

"Who are you?!" Vega shouted when he did not recognize whom it was that was standing near him. "Some ugly experiment left over from Shadaloo?!"

The shrouded figure stood silent for a moment, noticing the fresh wounds on the Spaniard's hand. "Correct."

"Regardless of who you are," the handsome blond snapped bitterly, "I do not tolerate uninvited guests."

Vega lunged at the intruder with the knife that he had intended to use to end his own life. He would not die in the presence of some stranger- least of all some ugly wretch he'd never even laid his eyes upon.

With a slow, yet precise movement, the shadowy intruder intercepted the blade before it could connect with his concealed face. The sound of metal falling to the ground caused the former matador to stop and look at his personal weapon in shock.

The blade of the small weapon had been broken off, and Vega could only stare at the separated handle of the dagger in his hand with a look of surprise.

"Your attack is useless," the stranger said in his deep, emotionless voice. "Return to Shadaloo and I will address your petty concerns for your fading beauty..."

"Pheh," Vega sighed, sounding disgusted with the towering mass of black rags and garments in front of him. "Without Bison, Shadaloo is nothing. Since his absence I have not respected the organization. Leave my sight- I have more important things to deal with!"

"Hahahaha!" The sound of disembodied laughter escaped from beneath the cloaked man's hood and filled to room. "More important things? Such as killing yourself in a fit of self pity?"

The Spanish ninja glared cruelly at Bison's would-be successor but forced himself to remain calm.

"You simply do not understand," he replied calmly. "One as ugly as you never could."

"Is that so?" the mysterious, hooded man asked. "What if I told you I could restore your appearance and prevent you from aging?"

Vega licked his lips as he considered the thought; it was easily the most ridiculous yet most intriguing thing that he had ever heard.

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