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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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The long flight to San Francisco had proven to be quiet and uneventful. Even though Vega had the cabin lights dimmed throughout the entire flight, he had been unable to sleep or even relax. The anticipation of returning to a violent pursuit had kept him so energized and alert that he found himself pacing the aisle as soon as the craft landed.

"Sir," the cabin speakers crackled to life, "you will be able to deplane shortly."

Vega mumbled impatiently and stepped into the lavatory. He checked himself over in the mirror and smiled approvingly at his reflection. The white silk shirt and tailored black pants he had chosen were simple but elegant. The well-fitting clothes did just enough to highlight his stunning physique and made him easily discernible from the common swine he would soon find himself with.

After sweeping a few stray hairs back from his face and adjusting the carefully-braided blond locks at the back, he grabbed his briefcase and prepared to leave the aircraft.

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Jennifer yawned and leaned back in the chair she had been sitting at for the last five hours. She absentmindedly toyed with her lengthy black bangs and discreetly checked her lipstick with her phone's camera. It had been a long day of handling phone calls from press and relaying messages to her new boss and it wasn't about to get any easier. After all, tomorrow was the big day when the first students of the new Master's Karate School were set to arrive in the morning.

Even though she was already a senior in high school this was her first job and she worried she was going to screw something up. Mr. Masters paid pretty her pretty well despite her lack of experience so she really didn't want to let him down. Then, of course, there was also the fact, as her friends constantly reminded her, that the guy was a total D.I.L-

"Jenny?" Ken smiled at the teenager as he stepped in front of the desk.

"Gah! Mr. Masters?!" Jennifer nearly fell out of her chair at the sight of her boss. Within just a single day he seemed to have already mastered the art of sneaking up on her.

"It's getting late," Ken laughed. "You can call it a day. I need you at your best for the grand opening tomorrow!"

The teenage girl smiled tiredly and fought the urge to yawn.

"You're ready to leave now then?"

Ken adjusted the black belt at the front of his karate gi and shook his head.

"No," he said. "You go on ahead, I'm going back for a bit to work out a little more. Good work today- keep it up!"

Jennifer smiled from ear to ear. The praise from her boss truly boosted her spirits and it felt good that her efforts hadn't gone unnoticed. When she heard the large door to the training area close behind Ken she gathered up her things and prepared to leave.

She looked back for a moment when loud rock music suddenly began to blare from the training room.

"That means he's in serious work-out mode like this morning," she chuckled. "Normally I'd stick around and watch but-"

A soft tapping against the glass doors of the building's main entrance suddenly caught her attention. From what she could see in the distance a single person holding a briefcase was trying to get her attention from outside.

"Mr Masters," she yelled, hoping she'd be heard through the thunderous rock music, "are you expecting someone?!"

Unsurprisingly, she got no response. Eager to call it a day, she decided it would be best if she simply told this visitor to leave and invited them to return tomorrow.

Jennifer raised her eyebrows as she neared the windowed storefront of the entrance.

"Woah," she breathed as she got a better view of the stranger. "He's really hot…"

"Good evening young lady," Vega crooned when the door was opened slightly. He stared back at the teenage girl looking back at him and forced himself to smile. He wasn't keen on her hairstyle or makeup, but at least she wasn't entirely wretched.

"Uh… hi," the young woman fumbled a bit nervously. "I'm sorry but we don't actually open until tomorrow."

"Sorrow," Vega feigned sadly, "after I've come all this way to see an old friend..."

Despite her best efforts, Jennifer could not stop staring at the man in front of her. That long blond hair, those piercing blue eyes, and that incredible body; this guy was so friggin' drool-worthy that it bordered on insanity. Even at his best, Mr. Masters couldn't hold a candle to the absolute epitome of male beauty that now stood before her.

She scratched the back of her head and finally managed to force her gaze to the ground.

"You uhm… you're friends with the boss?"

"Ahhh," Vega purred invitingly. "Yes- Ken and I go way back. Me, Ken, Chun Li, and even that lost-cause Ryu- we're all so well acquainted, my little dove…"

Jennifer began to blush. The buttery smooth accent of the man's voice somehow made him seem even sexier.

"Well since you know about them," she replied shyly, "he'd probably get mad if I didn't let you in."

The handsome Spaniard bowed politely when the young woman opened the door for him.

"Simple and precise deduction," he offered kindly, "the essence of intellect. You are indeed an educated and lovely young girl."

"Uhh…" Jennifer stammered as Vega brushed by her and stepped through the door. "Thanks but it's not really a big deal…"

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Ken leapt into the air and gave the punching bag one final spinning kick to finish off his combination assault. The heavy chains holding the practice target in place nearly buckled under the impact of the fierce attack.

"Whew," he sighed and stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow. "I better hit the showers and save some energy for tomorrow."

Ken spun around to when the raucous audio from the wireless sound system suddenly went silent. His body froze when he saw of a familiar looking man snatch up his phone from the nearby weight bench.

"How the hell did you get in here?!"

"Me?" Vega replied, doing his best to look offended. "Why that sweet little girl let me in before she went home to dream about me…"

He scrolled through Ken's playlist and shook his head- Even his choice of music was disgusting.

"Quit screwing with my phone," Ken fumed. "Why are you even here?!"

Vega held up his index finger in an effort to momentarily shush the American. He purposely used the gesture to make a very obvious showing of his sharp claw weapon.

"Ah I found something," he said proudly. "The only thing that isn't rubbish in your list!"

Following a small swipe of Vega's finger upon the screen of Ken's phone, the gym again filled with sound of music. But unlike the adrenaline-pumping Rock that the American fighter preferred, the slow rhythm of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata instead echoed throughout the room.

For a moment Ken was taken aback by the soft melody. He had forgotten the song was even on his phone. His ex wife, Eliza, had always loved this piece and that was the only reason the recording had earned a place near the bottom of his lengthy playlist. Well, he wasn't about to fill this demented prick in on such intimate details.

"Great, glad you're happy," Ken grumbled sarcastically. "Now are you going to tell me why you are here or are you going to piss me off instead?"

Vega tossed the phone carelessly back onto the bench.

"That woman from Interpol, Chun Li," he said, his tone turning serious. "Is she here with you?"

Ken held up his fists in front of him. What was this guy's problem? It had been many years since he'd heard anything about this bloodthirsty freak. It was now 2010 and, much like himself, the guy had to be in his 40's at this point. But, for whatever reason, somehow he didn't look a day older than 25. The fact remained however that he was here now and asking about Chun Li; it made absolutely no sense to him.

"Not at the moment. What the hell do you want from her?!"

Vega stifled a bitter laugh. "She wouldn't miss your big event tomorrow, would she? I don't want to wait another day- I have something important for her..."

The vague response only made Ken feel more uneasy. With his muscles tense and ready to spring into action, he slowly began to inch closer to the vain Spaniard.

Ken's stealthy movements didn't escape Vega's trained eye. Knowing that the confrontation was about to become physical, he pulled his protective mask from the folds of his shirt and slipped it over his face.

"Unfortunate," he sighed. "I was willing to spare you humiliation if you had been more forthcoming."

The blond American scowled and shook his head.

"Fuck you."

#E#