MAJOR UPDATE AS OF JULY 27, 2013: For the past couple of days, I've made the decision to come back to this story and fix it up a little. Mostly, it's just any grammar errors (though the really big error mentioned by a previous reviewer was fixed a while ago) that I missed after the completion of this story.
First off, this story focuses on my Street Fighter OC, Scott K. Wagner. That information alone should give you the chance to press that back button if you don't care for OC-focused stories. I'm aware that these kinds of fics are frowned upon these days, so I take no offense if this is not your kind of fic to read. At the time I wrote this, Wagner actually had a little bit of a following (he has appeared in a handful of stories by other authors, most notably Vammy in her Life of Cammy series starting from Part 2), and I felt that it was enough for him to earn his own story.
If you decide to continue reading from here, thank you.
Now… the reason the Prologue and Chapter One are in one chapter is because I screwed up when I did some minor chapter fusions a while ago, so, eh, sorry about that.
There are also a few other OC's that appear in this fic. Brief information about them are in the italics below;
Sergeant Liz McCall: Wagner's friend and love interest.
Sergeant Jake Katzman: Wagner's friend and bunkmate.
Chris, Taylor, Ron, and Paul: Wagner's friends from outside the Air Force who are a bad influence.
General Abraham McCall: The General of the LA Air Force and Liz's father.
Sergeant Debbie Rodman: Liz's friend and bunkmate.
But of course, this is NOT a Street Fighter story without any of the Street Fighter characters themselves. Primarily, you'll see Guile and Cammy throughout the story, but the likes of Ryu, Ken, Chun Li, and M. Bison will appear as well. Enjoy!
Prologue: The First Meeting
"Trouble makers" Colonel William F. Guile said out loud to himself. "They can be something."
Guile stared at the folder in front of him containing information on a boy he was supposed to see. Guile was currently an employee assisting with recruiting for the Los Angeles Military Academy after a leg injury had grounded him temporarily. As a part of his job, he also tried to get to know the students learning the basics of the Military and the Air Force as well as a way to figure out their set of talents and where they can be most useful.
He was more used to working on the Air Force base, but the General has offered him to work at the Academy for a year while he recovered from his leg injury. Guile had accepted the job not only to keep him busy, but also knowing that the higher pay would be worth it no matter what.
Guile brushed up his mohawk-styled blond hair and then opened the folder that was currently in front of him. The first thing he saw was a picture of a boy. He was thin for a fifteen- year-old with shaggy blond hair that fell over his matching colored eyebrows and midnight blue eyes. He looked angry in the picture, his lips in a frown and his brows arched down.
The Colonel sighed knowing that he was going to deal with another troubled teenage boy. The superintendent has given him the folder just a few moments ago to read the boy's profile, aware that he was going to see him in just a few minutes. He ran into the hands of the authorities the night before for shoplifting a liquor store. He was released on bail just an hour ago. Not only his punishment was to hear Guile's lecture, but he also had to clean all of the bathrooms in the academy for the next month.
Guile removed the picture of the troubled student off the clip that was holding all of the papers together. The first of the five pages of the teen's profile and facts were laid out in front of him. Guile immediately began reading it.
"Scott Kurt Wagner" Guile said out loud. "Birth Date: August 27, birthplace: Brockport, California."
Then, Guile read the rest of the profile to himself. It was when he got down to the family information that a bit of sadness grew in his heart. 'His family was... murdered by an unknown intruder,' he thought. 'The poor kid was only eleven-years-old.'
A grim look appeared on Guile's face. He knew what it was like to have someone close to you die by the hands of a madman. 'Why do these things happen to us?' he thought.
It was at that moment that the door swung opened. The young teen Guile was waiting for poked his head into the room with the grim look on his face just like in the picture.
"You must be Scott," the Colonel said. "Come in."
The five-foot-eight teen walked in, closed the brown door behind him, and then walked towards Guile's desk slowly with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. He also wore a big brown jacket with K. Wagner in scripted on the left side above the pocket. Underneath the jacket was what looked like a green tank top. The shaggy hair he originally had in the picture was gone. Only a small amount of hair was left and the short length that remained was held up by gel.
Guile almost laughed a little, realizing that the teen sort of looked like him a little.
"Sit down Scott," Guile insisted pointing at the chair in front of his desk.
The teen flopped down on to the chair and slouched back. "Call me Wagner," he said looking at Guile's desk.
"Um, okay Wagner," the Colonel said. "So, why do you think you've been called to my office?"
"Don't you know that already," Wagner snorted.
Guile sighed as he reigned in his patience. "Yes I do, but I would like to hear it from you."
"Fine. I stole a couple of bottles of liquor and ended up behind bars for the night."
There was silence for a few seconds before the older man spoke again. "You know that this will be put on your permanent record, right?"
"Yes I know," Wagner said growling. "I hear it from every fucking adult I run into-"
"Watch your mouth, kid," warned Guile. "It's not good that you have all of these records in your files. It will jeopardize your future."
"What future?" Wagner asked sarcastically.
Guile began to grow a bit impatient with the troubled teen. He didn't seem to get what he was getting himself into.
"Listen Wagner," Guile said. "It's not too late to change your ways. This was why you were brought here, to have a second chance. I know you've been through a lot, but-"
"What do mean?" a now angry Wagner said, his voice starting to rise with each word spoken. "What do you know about me?"
"Wagner," the Colonel replied calmly. "We here at the Los Angeles Military Academy must look through the records of those students we are going to see, it's a required process. I know what happened to your family and I'm sorry."
Wagner was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry. I watched my parents and my sister die right in front of my eyes and I should've done something about it."
"Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault that they were killed-"
"Yes it was!" Wagner cried out. "And why do you care anyway? You've never had your family killed by some insane freak!"
"No," Guile said. "My family was never killed...but my best friend was killed in front of my eyes as well."
Wagner's face went from anger to completely blank. He sighed. "And you blamed yourself for it too?"
"For a while, yes," the Colonel replied. "I'm still working on bringing justice for my best friend and catch his killer."
"I wish I could do the same for my family," the young teen said. "But I don't even know who the killer is or where to start. I remember his face, but that's all I remember."
Guile placed a hand on Wagner's shoulder. "Don't worry. Hopefully, we can find him and soon."
Wagner's tilted his head up to the older man. "We?"
"Yes. You're not alone in this, Wagner."
A small smirk slowly appeared on Wagner's face. Guile was pretty sure he hadn't done that in a very, very long time. "Thanks."
"No problem. You can go now. You have a lot of bathrooms to clean today."
"Yeah…" Wagner grumbled as he stood up.
Guile stood up as well. "How long have you been here at the academy?"
"A week," Wagner replied.
"You still have a chance here," Guile said. "Try not to get into any more trouble." He then saluted to the student.
Wagner quickly saluted back and walked towards the door. As he reached for the knob, he turned back to the Colonel. "Guile"
"Yes"
"Thanks for listening."
Guile nodded as Wagner left the room shutting the door behind him.
Guile sat back down and looked at the photo of Wagner again. Kids, he thought. They can be something great when given the chance…
Chapter One: The Feeling of Disappointment
Six Years Later
Lying on his back in the twin bed in his dorm room, twenty-one-year-old Senior Airman Scott K. Wagner stared at the family photo of him from when he was eleven-years-old, his happy family right next to him. His mother and father had their arms wrapped around each other with bright grins on their faces. His older sister stood on his left with the same grin.
He sighed to himself sadly. 'Can't believe it's almost been ten years,' he thought.
The tenth anniversary of the death of his parents and sister was approaching faster than he thought. 'Although it wouldn't come for another three weeks,' he thought again grimly. He kept staring at the small wall-sized photo in his hand. It was the very last family photo that was taken before everything in Wagner's life changed.
The memory of that faithful day flashed before his eyes…
The eleven-year-old boy was eating dinner happily with his parents and fourteen-year-old sister in the small dining room. The smell of roast turkey and gravy filled the air in the room. His father was talking about his job, but it seemed like he was talking in riddles. His mother, who always worried about her husband, looked at him with concern in her eyes.
The boy just finished eating dinner, unaware of the heavy tension between his parents. He placed the fork and knife down on the plate filled with crumbs from the food he had just eaten. "I'm done" he announced.
His mother managed to smile at him. "Okay Scott" she said. "Just put your dishes in the sink and go do your homework."
Scott nodded and placed his dishes in the sink. He looked at his family, who ate the rest of their dinners in silence. Scott sighed and left the kitchen. He began to go upstairs when he suddenly heard his mother shriek in terror, her frantic voice echoing throughout the house. He ran back downstairs and towards the kitchen, but then he suddenly stopped in his tracks. There was a big man floating from the ground in the room. Green electric shocks floated around his body along with a rainbow colored aura. He wore a red army uniform, steel boots and gloves, a long gray cape, and a hat with a low visor in the front of his face. Scott would never forget the glowing white eyes.
"Mr. Wagner," the man said. "It's good to see you together with your wife and daughter."
Scott raised an eyebrow when the man didn't mention about him. He must not know I'm here, he thought. He backed up a little more.
Mr. Wagner stood up. "You leave my family out of this you demon! What do you want?"
The man smirked evilly. The green shocks got bigger. "You've failed the mission I've given you. For failing, you will watch your family die."
"You can't do this!" Mr. Wagner cried, but before he did anything, the man teleport behind Mrs. Wagner, took her by the neck and crack! He wrenched Mrs. Wagner's neck with his massive hands. Her eyes glazed over after she drew her final breath.
Scott's heart stopped suddenly at the site of his dead mother. The man dropped the older woman with a thud. The young boy wanted to scream, but he knew that his father would want him to stay in the other room.
"Oh my God!" Mr. Wagner cried. Turning to his daughter, he shouted, "Lisa, get out of here!"
Lisa, with tears in her eyes, got up, but the man teleported in front of her. He grabbed her and lifted her up in the air. Lisa shrieked for life, but her scream was quickly cut off as the man snapped her neck with only one hand. Within seconds, her eyes rolled back and her limbs went limp.
NO! Scott cried out in his head. What is he doing to my family!
"You bastard!" Mr. Wagner shouted in rage.
The man only smirked. "Now, Mr. Wagner... your demise." He teleported in front of him and grabbed him by the neck. He pinned Mr. Wagner against the wall and lifted him up. The man tightened his grip around his neck cutting off his air supply.
Between the loud shocks, no was able to hear Scott cry out, "DAD! NO!"
Scott only stayed long enough to watch his father's body went limp before he began to sprint out of the house. Just as he was in the front yard, the house suddenly exploded. Scott dove into the street, went behind his father's car and covered his head. What he didn't realize was that yellow shocks spread through the backyard and the front yard and over Scott, whose eyes were shut tight. The yellow energy caused Scott's body to jolt for a quick second.
Scott stood back up on his feet slowly and looked at his body. He gasped as he saw yellow electric shocks surrounding his body.
'What's happening to me?' he thought to himself with fear. Before he knew it, he fell forward with a thud and blackness washed over his consciousness…
Wagner shook the horrifying memory out of his head, brought his right hand up and stared at it. Using his own emotions filled with rage and anger, he managed to charge up yellow sparks and the hand was surrounded by them. "I wonder where I got these powers from. What the hell are they good for any ways?"
He discovered that he had these strange powers two years ago after having lunch with Major General Guile, his trainer. Wagner felt sick to his stomach, but at the time he assumed that it was from the tasty hamburger he had for lunch at the small restaurant. That was until he felt an electric sensation running up and down throughout his body as if he was being electrocuted…
"Wagner, what's wrong?" Guile asked. He noticed the terrified look on his trainee's face. Wagner's lips were partly opened and his midnight blue eyes were wide with terror.
"I… I don't know!" Wagner cried out in fear. He immediately ran into a nearby alley, not wanting the pedestrians to see his fear. Guile followed him into the dirty alley. Immediately, the smell of rotting garbage hit his nose, causing it to twitch a couple of times.
Wagner looked at Guile, his eyes still with the same terrifying look. "I don't know why I feel this way." Suddenly, to his surprise, his right hand became engulfed with yellow electric sparks. He felt the blood in his hand boil, giving him the feeling to punch at something.
'What's happening to me?!' he cried out in his head.
Wagner turned his head to the left and noticed a garbage can next to him. He walked over to it and punched as hard as he could at the large metal can. Like with anyone, he expected the garbage can to just simply knock over to the side, possible have a dent where he landed his closed fist. What really happened to the can was unexpected. As Wagner landed the blow, the can immediately shattered into a million pieces, pieces small enough to become sand particles.
Wagner stepped back a couple of steps. His eyes were wider than before. I don't believe this! he thought. I'm not seeing this! I didn't just do that! No! This is inhuman!
Wagner looked at Guile, who had the same look as he did. They stood there for some time, not know what to say, not even knowing what to think.
Again, Wagner shook the thought out of his head. The thought of having these powers bothered him for the first few months following what happened that day. It took him a while to realize that he was only able to charge up his power with the highest point of his rage and anger. A fight with an old friend had caused this about a year ago and he realized that it was the only way to summon his powers. Although he now knows how to control his powers, one thing still lingered in his mind.
I still wonder where this came from.
He thought about his trainer Guile. After his first year at the Los Angeles Military Academy, Guile offered Wagner to come with him to the Los Angeles Air Force Base to train. The two had grown close throughout Wagner's year at the academy. The younger man had crossed trouble on a few occasions and was sent to see Guile. After the lectures, Guile would end up talking to him about the Air Force and it had caught Wagner's interest. The young teenager always wondered how it would feel to fly, and he asked Guile about that one day just a few weeks before leaving the academy.
"You would feel like a bird," Guile said that day. "Free at your own will and nothing to stop you."
When Wagner arrived at the base that summer, Guile had let him live in a nice two-floored colonial white house on the base with his wife Jane and his now-seven-year-old daughter Amy. And for the first time in years, Wagner felt like he was finally home, in a safe place... with a family.
When he was seventeen, Guile brought in a girl to their home, a girl his age. Her name was Cammy White, a teenager from England whose parents were killed by the hands of Shadaloo. The organization had also brainwashed her into an emotionless assassin and to kill without question. Guile had brought her in by the suggestion Detective Chun-Li Xiang of Interpol to protect her from the organization.
Wagner always wondered why the organization's name was so familiar.
Wagner had always looked up to Guile like a second father and when Cammy came to live with them, they acted like a true brother and sister. They got along like one, they teased each other like one (pulling each other's hair and calling each other names), and they fought like one. Whenever one was emotionally distressed, especially about their past, they comforted each other even if the other only listened.
Things changed a bit within the last year. Since Wagner's main study was the Air Force, he had decided to move into the dorms on the base. He had been an SRA for a while and hoped to become Sergeant soon.
Wagner still got into some trouble, but it hasn't been too bad since shoplifting a liquor store. Mainly, he and his friends from outside the Air Force would perform pranks and get into strip clubs with fake ID's, but that was back when he was younger. Now that he was actually twenty-one, it was no problem anymore.
It was then that Wagner's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock on the door. "Wagner," he heard a female say. Just by the British accent, Wagner knew that it was Cammy.
He slipped the photo back in his pocket and got up from his bed. He walked over to the door and opened it, revealing the five-foot-four inch tall twenty-one-year- old. Cammy wore a white tank top, blue jean Capri's, and black and white Nike sneakers. Her waist-length blond hair was done in two braids leaving one strand in front of her face. Her light blue eyes glowed in the hallway light and a scar was lightly visible on her left cheek.
Wagner blatantly stared at her disfigurement, her scar. He never bothered to ask how she got it, but a part of him told him that it might've had something to do with 'them.'
"Hey squirt," Wagner said with a laugh. He knew that calling Cammy 'squirt' would set her off.
Cammy lightly smacked him in the arm. "Aren't we a little old to call each other names, dog breath?"
The two shared a quick laugh before Wagner spoke again. "So what's up?"
"Some news," Cammy answered. "Jake Katzman got a promotion today."
Wagner laughed lightly at the mention of his roommate and best friend. "You mean he's finally working behind the bar counter instead of cleaning tables at Mario's Italian Eatery?"
"No! I meant to actually say that Sergeant Jake Katzman got a promotion today."
"Oh," Wagner said. "It's that kind of promotion."
"Yes, and right now, he, Sgt. Rodman, and Sgt. McCall are waiting for you outside. We're going to, eh, Mario's to celebrate. Sgt. Katzman's paying, do you want to come?"
"Sure" Wagner replied, feeling a bit bothered from hearing Sergeant three times in one statement. "Just let me get my jacket."
Cammy nodded as Wagner walked to his desk to grab his brown jacket. He looked at the writing scripted on the left side; K. Wagner. It was his father's jacket, the only thing that survived the explosion. Wagner had always found it funny because it was like an angel left it there for Wagner to keep warm. It was also where he was able to retrieve the photograph of him and his family, which was left in one of the jacket's pockets. They were the two items that Wagner cherished most. They were all that was left of his family, the only memories he was able to hold in his hands.
"Wagner, come on!" Cammy cried out. "We don't have all day!"
"Coming, squirt!" Wagner replied as he put the jacket on, ran out of the room, and locked the door.
"And quit calling me squirt!" Cammy growled through her clenched teeth.
They headed outside to a green Jeep where three other people were waiting. Sitting in the front was Jake. He was about Wagner's height with dark, spiky hair, a tanned complexion, and baby blue eyes that could make any women drown in them. Wagner had always seen him as a very responsible person, but can be a hotshot sometimes because of his beauteous looks.
He knew that tonight would be no exception.
Sitting in the front was Jake's girlfriend, Sgt. Debbie Rodman. She was a petite woman like Cammy with olive skin, long pin-straight blonde hair, dark sharp eyebrows, and light brown eyes.
Debbie turned towards Wagner. "Great, you're here!" she said with a smile.
Wagner and Cammy jumped in the back and sat down in the beige-colored leather seats. Wagner turned his head to the other girl who waited in the back with Jake and Debbie. "Hey Liz," he said.
Liz smiled showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. "Hey Wagner." She then turned towards the front. "Let's go, I'm hungry!"
"All right, I'm moving!" Jake replied and pressed on the gas pedal. They began to leave the base and head towards the city, the wind blowing into everyone faces and their hairs flying with it.
Wagner turned his head back to Sgt. Liz McCall. Her long red hair flew with the wind and her blue eyes glowed with her smile. She was a little taller than the other two girls, standing at about five foot seven and had a very light complexion. Wagner had always found her beautiful, but never said anything to her.
'She's the base's General, Abraham McCall's only daughter,' Wagner said to himself. That fact alone would pretty much make anyone hesitant about approaching Liz for a date.
Before Wagner knew it, they were in the city and parked in front of Mario's, which was a small Italian restaurant and bar. They walked in and were seated by the hostess in a booth. The table was made out of wood and the chairs made of lime-colored leather. After seating them, the hostess gave them their menus.
"I wonder what I should go for," said Jake opening up the menu. Then, two seconds later, he quickly put down the menu on to the table. "Got it; chicken and broccoli alfredo."
"Sweetie, you always get that," said Debbie rubbing her boyfriend's arm with her hand.
The five of them skimmed through the menu in silence before a young waitress came over to their table. She wore a white shirt and black pants under her maroon-colored apron and her blond hair were held up in a bun with black chopsticks.
"Hello, my name is Kari and I will be your waitress for the night," she said cheerfully. "What would everyone like to drink tonight?"
Jake took out his ID card and gave it to Kari. "We'll have some red wine."
Kari looked at his and everyone else's ID's. "Okay Jake, I'll be bringing them to you in a moment." Then she left and headed over to a nearby table.
After a few minutes of waiting and chatting, the wine was served and the five of them poured themselves a drink.
"To the new Sgt. Jake Katzman," said Liz raising her wine glass.
Everyone raised their glasses and clicked them together before taking a sip. It was then that Wagner felt a bit of disappointment to himself as he looked at his four friends.
All of them were Sergeants and are in a new class, while he was still a Senior Airman. He had been one for over a year. By normal standards he should've been Sgt. Himself by now. 'Heck, Jake was only a Senior Airman for a much shorter time before getting his promotion today,' Wagner thought. It was the first time since joining the Air Force that Wagner felt disappointed in himself for not trying to promote himself better.
'My friends seem really happy because they're all Sergeants now,' he thought with a bit of sorrow in his heart. 'I've got to do something about this so that I don't ever feel left out.'
The night quickly went and the five friends left the restaurant. Before getting into the jeep, Liz walked over to Wagner with concern on her face. "You were pretty quiet all night. Is everything all right"
Wagner looked at Liz and nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine."
"Okay," Liz replied. She wasn't too convinced about Wagner' answer, but she accepted it any ways. 'Whatever it is,' she considered. 'He definitely doesn't want to talk about it.'
On the way back to the base, Wagner decided in his mind, 'I'll talk to Guile about this in the morning.'