Street Fighter II Victory Fan Fiction / Street Fighter Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Terror ❯ Rebirth ( Chapter 3 )

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 stared up into the large mirror fragment he held above his head. He slid the sharp piece of glass carefully between his fingertips so that he could study his face from multiple angles.

His perfect lips stretched into a wicked smile and he giggled gleefully.

Despite his best efforts he could find no imperfections upon his handsome face. Satisfied by what he saw, he quickly rid himself of his clothes so he could examine the rest of his body.

The vain Spaniard spent nearly an hour studying his fully naked body from every angle he could manage in the shards of glass. Satisfied with he visual presentation, he ran his hands ran along the hard planes of his tattooed chest, down his sculpted torso, and even around the length of his manhood.

"So, that disgusting man isn't powerless after all," he grumbled. "Interesting…"

Finally content with both the look and feel of his face and body, Vega headed for his bedroom and contemplated how to best stage his glorious return to competitive martial arts.

"There are so few venues worth of my beauty now," he mused. "Perhaps I should… hmmm?"

His delusions of grandeur came to a halt as he approached his bed and noticed the magnificent stained glass window in front of him. Even though he vividly recalled smashing the wondrous glass artwork into pieces not even a day ago, it now appeared fully restored and immaculately clean.

"Strange," he grumbled suspiciously. "No matter- I do once again find it rather lovely anyway. Hmmm?"

Surprised once again, Vega looked down when he felt something out of the ordinary beneath one of his well-manicured toes.

"What's this? A note?"

He reached down and grabbed the folded piece of paper laying at his feet. The image of a winged skull, the insignia of Shadaloo, appeared to be stamped on the back of the note.

Intrigued, Vega unfolded it and read the message written on the inside.

Directive 0417:

[Classified] The chemical composition of this message will destabilize and become illegible within 16 hours.

Power has a price. For this matter to be settled you are expected and required to complete the following:

1. Apprehend and detain Cammy White until she can be collected.

2. Locate and eliminate Interpol agent Chun Li.

You may complete these objectives in any order you wish. You are free to use whatever methods you deem necessary but you are required to remain discrete. Failure to follow these instructions in a timely manner will result in the immediate revocation of your new 'gifts' soon followed by the termination of your life. Successful and timely action will, however, earn you further rewards.

We have assigned you a basic cellular device to allow us to provide you further instructions as needed. It will only receive secure messages from our system and will not function for any other purpose. Only minimal assistance will be provided and only when absolutely necessary.

Do not fail.

-The Master

"Do not fail," Vega scoffed. "Who does this 'master' think he is!?"

Despite his outward defiance, the Spanish fighter knew it would be unwise to ignore the directive. After all, this stranger clearly possessed some kind of power Vega did not fully understand so ignoring the demand seemed dangerous. More importantly however was the threat of revoking the gift that had been bestowed upon him.

Vega rolled his eyes and sighed. Since losing his restored beauty was out of the question, it seemed his grand return to the world stage would have to wait. The delay was unfortunate, but at least he would have the pleasure of hunting familiar and enticing prey.

"That little girl from Interpol will have to die first," he reasoned. "It will make the rest easier. A pity. Well... not really."

Vega dropped down onto his large, soft bed and stared up at the ceiling. His mind was already swimming with delightful images of Chun Li battered and bloody at his feet. Slowly killing her and watching those lovely eyes fill with dread already had him excited for this mission.

"But where will I find her?"

** DING **

The sound of a high pitched electronic tone suddenly drew Vega's attention and ire. His eyes narrowed when he realized the disturbing noise had come from a cell phone sitting atop the nearby nightstand.

He grabbed the device and glowered at the small touchscreen.

~ DEVICE LOCKED – ENTER SECURITY CODE ~

"Fucking ridiculous," he cursed. "Secret notes that self-destruct and now a phone so they can spy on me? Ugggg!"

~ 0417 ~

He keyed in the four digit number he recalled seeing printed on the top of the note and smirked when the device immediately unlocked. This entire ordeal was already becoming tedious.

"Stupid peasants and their pathetic spy-craft."

~ 1 NEW MESSAGE – FROM: UNAVAILABLE ~

The Spanish fighter opened the lone message that awaited him on the phone and rolled his eyes when a video clip automatically began to play.

The scene in the video depicted a gym with a small group of young adults practicing a form of karate in the background. At the center of the screen a sportscaster in heavy make-up appeared to be interviewing a middle-aged man with shoulder-length blonde hair. The man being interviewed was dressed in a red and black karate gi.

Vega's eyelids narrowed; he recognized this man.

A second, more feminine looking figure stood next to the uniformed man at the edge of the shot but her face remained off screen.

"So tell me Mr. Ken Masters," the sportscaster began excitedly into his microphone, "why open this school and issue an open challenge to any martial artist? Didn't you say your fighting days were done?"

"Uggg," Vega winced as the camera zoomed in on Ken. "That horrible hair- What is that dead thing on his head?!"

Ken looked directly into the camera and smiled.

"I'm going back to what I used to love doing," he answered proudly. "I just got through a difficult divorce and wasn't doing well- but my friends are cheering me on so I'm coming back!"

The woman standing next to Ken leaned into the frame and smiled.

"That's right," she quipped. "He's back! He's a great teacher and will again be a great champion!"

Ken laughed as she playfully kissed him on the cheek and draped her arm over his shoulder.

"Chun Li," Vega growled at the sight of the Interpol agent. "So you're hanging out with this washed-up loser? How disgusting…"

The camera panned away from them and then zoomed back in for a close-up on the face of the sportscaster.

"Oh please," Vega nearly choked, "I already feel sick enough!"

"The Masters gym is opens in two days in downtown San Francisco," the reporter declared gleefully. "Come down for an autograph, sign up for classes, or, if you dare, challenge the champ himself!"

Vega sighed with relief when the video mercifully ended.

"At least when I kill her she won't have to endure cheering for that vile has-been..."

It looked like a trip to America would be necessary before Chun Li fell off the radar. He also relished the idea of humiliating Ken Masters in his own venue, but realized such an action would draw too much unwanted attention.

With a clear path and objective now in mind, Vega sprung off of the mattress and back onto his feet. He bent down and reached under the bed to retrieve the rectangular wooden box he had hidden away many months ago.

"Mmmm," The former bull fighter purred is he opened the dusty oak box. "My friend… it is good to see you again..."

He gently removed his prized claw from the box and secured it to the back of his right hand.

"Beautiful!"

He smiled at the sight of the three sharp blades gleaming in the rich purple and red rays of light shining through the decorative window.

A confident smile slowly formed on his handsome face as he considered the exciting hunt that awaited him.

For a moment he felt regret- but it wasn't regret for the blood he was about to spill.

"No," he laughed. "It is a pity really that no one can see me now- so stunning and without equal!"

The naked fighter's laughter became loud and manic as he imagined the graceful dance of blood and death that he would soon unleash.

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