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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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Vega sat alone in his luxurious bedroom and stared at the large stained glass window at the other side of the room. The beautiful, handcrafted glass depicted the image of a man with long blonde hair standing in a waist-high bed of roses as he looked to the full moon overhead. The handsome man's bare chest was decorated with the tattoo of a serpent, which wound around much of his upper body. Small red cuts marred the lone figure's pale flesh, and he held a single red rose between his lips.

The former matador admired the impressive artwork for a moment. It was one of the few pieces or art that he had deemed acceptable to place in his bedroom as he felt that it had reflected his unrivaled beauty. But now the stained glass masterpiece only reminded him of how perfect he once was. Every morning when he awoke and laid his eyes on the window it only reminded him of what he had lost.

This image of his younger self haunted him, filled his nightmares, and had driven him over the edge on more than a few occasions.

"Vile image!" Vega cursed as approached the in window. "You shall torment me no more!"

The vain aristocrat drove his fist through the priceless work of glass, causing the beautiful image to shatter and crumble from the window frame. Shards of glass fell to the bedroom floor, many of them shattering even more when they landed. A sadistic smile crossed the blond fighter's face as he admired the destruction he had caused.

Vega looked down, his twisted smile immediately turned into a look of disbelief when his eyes fell on the large fragment of glass that had landed at his feet. The square fragment of glass that pictured the face of his younger self lay on the floor underneath him, surviving his savage blow despite being the exact point where he had struck the window.

His expression softened as he stared at the face on painted on the glass fragment.

"Why die when you can live forever?"

The words of Shadaloo's self-professed leader then came to the forefront of his thoughts.

"To be the most beautiful forever," the blond narcissist whispered. "To never grow old and never die with the passing of time..."

A sadistic grin stretched the corners of the matador's lips; just the thought of watching everyone less perfect than himself perish at the hands of time gave him a sick yet delightful thrill.

Vega knew it was a strange fantasy indeed- one that only the truly twisted could find pleasure in. He was fully conscious of his darker perversions but thought little of it. He had always been the most beautiful and among the strongest- what the weak and ugly thought didn't matter.

"I could be a god!" Vega declared loudly. "You disgusting wretches would grovel before me!"

"So, you have changed your decision then?"

The Spanish ninja spun around- completely caught off guard by the deep echo of the voice behind him. When his wide eyes fell on the massive, hooded figure of Shadaloo's 'leader' he quickly regained his composure.

"Yes," Vega said sarcastically, "but I still doubt you can accomplish what you promise."

The mysterious stranger remained silent and simply extended his gloved hand in response.

Vega looked at the leather-covered hand with disgust. He sneered for a moment but eventually joined hands.

A strange warmth filled the blond fighter's body after joining hands with the monstrosity from Shadaloo. The pleasant warmth quickly became more intense and Vega thought for a moment that his blood was beginning to boil. Two glowing red eyes stared at him from beneath the cloaked man's hood, making him feel a bit fearful as the flesh on his palm began to burn. Dark energy surrounded their bodies, dancing over them like bolts of electricity as an unholy hum filled the air.

The stranger finally released Vega's hand and watched curiously as the former bullfighter's body collapsed onto the floor.

He looked down Vega's unconscious body, his red eyes still glowing beneath his hood. A gray, hazy mass of thick fog then surrounded his towering body as he began to slow fade away.

"It is done," a faint whisper filled the air over Vega's still form. "But you must still pay the price..."

When the fog cleared a folded note was left on the floor next to Vega's motionless body.

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The image of the high white ceiling in Vega's room slowly came into focus as the matador's heavy eyelids lifted. He immediately sat up, springing forward like a reanimated corpse from a casket.

He winced when he reached his feet and found the a throbbing pain in his temples made it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

Eager to examine himself as he did every morning, Vega stumbled across the room to his shattered mirror.

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