Authors note: This is my first attempt at a Street Fighter Fanfic---but this is going to be a thriller I promise. I do not write anything but 'enjoyable' stories.
Parings: Vega, and Cammy WhiteTribulation
By: Envy My Pain
Chapter 1: Deception
Her missions objective was to simply infiltrate enemy lines of the Shadoloo territory, to obtain secretive documentation. The terrorist threat level was rising, and the Delta Red force new something was being created; what was the only question. And Cammy White, former assassin and Shadblow "Killer Bee" was being sent in for the mission. Who better then the skilled arts of a women with a purpose?
She slid on the edge of the building, she crawled with the skill of a purposeful thief. The skill of her foot work was graceful that you could only hear the creek in the wind. Her azure hues gazed about franticly for any give to her position. She wore black tonight, but it resembled the same uniform of her green leotard, yes, she wore black, with her black knee-high combat boots, and black fingerless wrist-high gloves. She wove her fingers in towards window, she'd studied the satellites layout of the warehouse.
Oh yes, when she was sent on a mission she knew all the ins and outs. It was her perfection to be the best. And when her fingers found the cool completion of glass. She took in a deep breath and to her surprise it slid open, with ease. She slid in, with feminine grace---as her body arched and slid to the flooring to the room. Her brow rose, this all seemed to easy---she glanced about, she could hear the crowed roar. Yes, there was a battle tonight, a match up with Vega and his cage. His victims he'd carve up for the simple pleasure of his sadistic nature.
She shook her head, all she knew was that the only person who could stop her. Was currently wrapped up---you could hear the echoes of the underground fighting ring. She was sure that he'd play them like the mouse and cat. Her fingers pulled on the filing cabinet only to find it locked, she huffed and slid her finger around it's sides, knowing there had to be a key close by. She began to slid open the drawers of the desk close by, and then she frowned with displeasure. She took her fist and pounded the small filing cabinet only to here a jingle to it's side.
She smirked, there the keys jingled. Her fingerless gloved hand wove around the keys. As she slid them up to the filing cabinets lock. With a twist and a jiggle, the draws creaked open. Her tongue darted out, capturing her lips in it's grasp. She sighed as she began to diligently flick through pointless flies. She glanced around, intelligence had assured her that it would be here. She gazed about the small office space, all the while never taking notice to a dark figure above in the wooden truss frame.
His gaze was intense, as his emerald hues seemed to burn. His features well hidden under the mask of the assassin. Delta Red had played right into his trap. How gullible could one could be when so desperate? He mused over her as she tried to find the important 'secretive information' that his spy had so diligently snitched off to his enemies. He'd known the first day working, that the supposed 'spy' was a spy of the enemy, and there spy had so easily walked into his trap.
But Cammy White? He watched her now, and then jumped---flipping down with an acrobatic grace. He landed with a soft muffled thud. Had her sense of 'feel' never came to play she'd never guessed he'd been there. But he was far to quick for that, his claw was already pressed to threatening close to her throat, one wrong move could cost her, her life.
"Mmm, Miss Cammy White. What a pleasure."
"Vega!"
"You sound so bitterly surprised."
"The match, the---"
"All a lie, well the match is real, I'm just not fighting in it."
"But, how---"
"It's what we call a trap, darling."
Her one hand gripped the forearm of his fanged clawed hand. It was the only security she had to make her feel that she had some control, but when his other hand slid to the flat of her stomach and pulled her flush to his flat abs, and the deep well formed muscles of his chest, she grasped.
"Tell me Cammy, when did you start dressing in such a morbid color. One braid? Not like the 'Killer Bee' now are we?"
"That's the past…a past I forgot and for the best!"
The hand from her stomach left and strode up like a snake, grasping a breast almost painfully before it slid up---the pad of his thumb slid up, and stroked the scare on the juncture of her cheek and jaw line. His mask still concealed the heat of his breath, and the expression of his face. Her eyes were watching the claw, and then his thumb.
"But, I left my mark on you---love, so you'd always take apart of me with you. No matter what life you choose to live in."
"Don't remind me---"
"It's beautiful---only you have gained such a value to be marked by such a touch and live. Everyone else is dead. Doesn't that make you feel---important?"
"No. It makes me feel sick, every time I look at it. I think about how I'd love to carve your flesh with the fury of my fist---and the power of my will, to nothing but blood. That beautiful face you guard so preciously would be nothing but broken and battered, then you'd be cursed to wear that mask for an eternity!"
"Ah, that's my assassin. Mm, you come out to play. Okay; lets play."
He spun her so quick she had no time to think before he flipped over her, it was in less then three steps before he faced her. His claw had ran a line from the back of her neck to her mid back, tearing the stretchable leotard. It seemed to slid off, but his claw drew forward and slashed the upper part of her chest, but with skill no blood was yet to be spilled, the only injury was a tattered leotard and a distressed women. A smirk tilted under the mask---she slid her hands up to capture the torn threads of her suit.
"That's an unfair advantage."
"I never said anything about playing fair; now did I Cammy?"
"No. You didn't"
She did a high-spun round house kick, and to her luck she ended up capturing his shoulder---she slid out a punch and captured the same shoulder, he flinched but then she had felt a drop of blood slither down to her lips---her hand reached up and cringed at the feel of a small paper-like cut.
"Don't fret, love. I'll carve you with lovely scars. Just so you can remember me."
He bowed and then she felt it, he'd used his agility to gain enough power to strike in front, only to assault her with a backwards hit, and then a kick to the stomach---latterly knocking the wind from her. She fell down, gasping for air as her one hand supported her and the other clenched her stomach. She knew that she'd landed enough punches to him---to give him a few bruises---but he was cutting her up; and braking her.
"What do you want Vega?"
"Oh, finally the business women is coming out in you. But, first things first Cammy."
His leg slid up, and without mercy it crushed her back knocking her onto her stomach. She gasped---she could barely breath, and then she felt her hands being torn from the floor, a stain rope was twined about her fore arms, he did it with the skill of a tying small yearling bull. Her eyes slid shut, and then she felt her body torn from the floor and into his arms.
"Much better. Now you wanted to know what it is I wanted…well," His hand slid up and he tore of his mask, it was as if the sadistic creature before her had vanished…if only for the moment. His tongue slid out exposing a small chip. He waved it towards her face. As he slid to his office chair. Pulling her with him making her crawl into his lap---like a pet animal on a leash. She was forced to sit there and straddle his waist. "I hadn't expected you, no my mission was to merely give a small over looked offer. But now that you've come---I think the bargaining bounty changed. You want Lord Bison's next's strike---I can give it to you. But everything comes with a price. Correct."
"Stop spelling things out in riddles. Just say it."
"Oh, very well. I want you---to be my willing doll for a time being. As a barging I will ship this of to Delta Red and your little friend Guile will be rest assured to have it. But, oh yes---there is always a but; they can't have you back until they promise a treaty with my next opening tournaments in the Americas. I want to be permitted to execute my matches by my rules, and by Shadoloo law. Bison I will deal with."
"So you'll hold me a prisoner until Colonel Guile meets your demands---"
"Ah, but you'd enjoy being my prisoner Cammy White. Yes, I'd make a deal that if you please me in the small amount of time I have you---a small gift of appreciation my come into play."
"I don't deal---with my body as a bargaining tool. Vega, so I'll await Guiles decisions. I warn you my friends will come for me."
The pad of his thumb slid out again as it ran over her lips---so soft, he leaned in and then he pressed his lips to hers with apple application. He sighed there and he could feel her lips quiver with question. When his tongue slid out over her lips, both his hands came behind her head and captured her there. Her hands were tied and could not retaliate against him, and when she griped he took it as a perfect opportunity to slide the skill of his tongue into her exposed contours of her mouth. She was going to be his, with or without her hearsay. He battled her tongue as she gave a small heated moan. Ah, yes she was bending to his will. He could taste it.
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