The arena filled with the cheers of the bloodthirsty crowd. The lumbering beast stood in front of the slender man. He held a slender sword to his side. The jet black fur of the beast was stained with the blood that spilled from the wounds on its back. The spears that stuck in its back displayed flamboyant colors. The beast stood still in front of the man who wore a showy sequined suit. The beast made its final charge towards the man, who gracefully leapt over the bull and left his sword in its back. The bull fell over its front two legs and slid in the dust that covered the bottom of the arena. The man took a dagger from his side and cut the ear off of the bull. Without waiting for his name to be called, he walked out of the arena. The bull fight no longer interested him. He had become too good.
He found little exciting anymore. That is why he jumped at the invitation. He had been invited because he was the best. His talent and potential had been recognized. The invitation was marked with a silver skull. It had wings coming from either side. A month later, he had been given his first mission.
"Vega, I have a special assignment for you."
These were the words he had become accustomed to. He was never sent on a boring task. His jobs were always special. Bison wouldn't waste him on mundane tasks. But this mission was different. It wasn't a simple assassination like he had become used to.
"Kill the Russian, Ivanov. He's a journalist who has been looking where he shouldn't have been."
"Simple enough."
"He has fled to London. Our operants have located his hotel. He is heavily guarded. He is traveling with his wife and two young girls, ages 8 and 5. I want the girls alive."
"What for?"
"That is not your concern. Do whatever you must, but I want them alive."
Thus began the mission that sent the string of events into motion. Vega set off for London on the next available plane, and arrived the next day. It was later that night when he surveyed the site from several buildings away. Ivanov's appearance in London was to be kept as quiet as possible. He was staying in a hotel like an ordinary tourist. He walked into the hotel unopposed and entered the elevator. He took the elevator up to the floor above where Ivanov was staying. He walked down the hall and counted the doors. When he reached the one he was searching for, he gently tapped his hand on it.
A loud female voice came from inside. "Who's it?"
Vega sighed to himself. "Masseuse."
The woman paused for a moment. Then, her raunchy voice shattered the silence. "I didn't order a massage."
Vega shuddered at the thought. "Compliments of the hotel, madam."
She slowly opened the door to see his face. She smiled as she looked him over. As she opened the door completely, Vega got her first look at her. She was a large woman, a very large woman. She had curlers in her hair and a fat, circular face. She wore a gaudy, blue bed-gown. Vega hesitantly walked through the door.
The woman was alone. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. "I really didn't this. I was just about to head to bed."
Vega cringed at the thought of what he may see when the woman came out. She was quite possible one of the ugliest people he had seen. He reached for his mask and claw and put them on. She was a liability. She had seen his face. When she walked out of the bathroom she couldn't see him.
She looked around the room. "Hello? Are you here?"
He leapt off the wall behind her and put his claw to her throat. His hand was over her face to muffle her screams. The woman fell to the ground. Vega bolted the door to prevent people from entering. He walked to the window to make sure he was under the right one. He leapt out and hung onto the ledge. He let go and landed on the ledge below him. His claw shattered the window and Vega leapt in. Two armed sentries pulled out their guns. Vega rushed forward and stabbed through the first sentry. The other sentry fired, but Vega had already leapt over him. His arms clasped around him and he flung the sentry backwards. As the guard's head hit the ground, Vega's claw penetrated his chest. He looked up to see two people, a man and a woman, running for the door. He dashed and leapt in front of them. He claw slashed the woman's neck. The man began to back up.
He spoke with a heavy Russian accent. "You, you, who are you?"
Vega stepped forward. "No need to concern yourself, Ivanov. I'll rid the world of your ugliness."
Before he could scream, Vega had slain him. He could hear several screams from behind the door. The door had been barricaded, but Vega knew it would not last. He walked into the bedroom. There were two huddled masses underneath the covers of two separate beds. He walked to the first one and pulled off the covers. There was a little girl shivering underneath it. She had blonde hair and a round face. She was shaking with terror. She was wearing a blue cotton gown.
Vega looked the girl over. "If you scream, I'll cut your throat. Stay quiet and you'll be safe."
The girl nodded her head hesitantly. She was crying. Vega grabbed her and lifted her in her arms. Vega walked to the other bed and threw off the covers. The girl in this one was younger, but she looked like the other one. Despite his warnings, this girl was still sobbing loudly. Vega struck the girl in the head, knocking her out. He other girl screamed, Vega flung her to the ground and struck her also. He picked up the two unconscious girls and leapt out of the room just as the door was broken down.
Vega learned shortly why Bison wanted the two girls. He was sent on many missions to retrieve others, along with the ogre Bison called Sagat. This was the start of the dolls.
He found little exciting anymore. That is why he jumped at the invitation. He had been invited because he was the best. His talent and potential had been recognized. The invitation was marked with a silver skull. It had wings coming from either side. A month later, he had been given his first mission.
"Vega, I have a special assignment for you."
These were the words he had become accustomed to. He was never sent on a boring task. His jobs were always special. Bison wouldn't waste him on mundane tasks. But this mission was different. It wasn't a simple assassination like he had become used to.
"Kill the Russian, Ivanov. He's a journalist who has been looking where he shouldn't have been."
"Simple enough."
"He has fled to London. Our operants have located his hotel. He is heavily guarded. He is traveling with his wife and two young girls, ages 8 and 5. I want the girls alive."
"What for?"
"That is not your concern. Do whatever you must, but I want them alive."
Thus began the mission that sent the string of events into motion. Vega set off for London on the next available plane, and arrived the next day. It was later that night when he surveyed the site from several buildings away. Ivanov's appearance in London was to be kept as quiet as possible. He was staying in a hotel like an ordinary tourist. He walked into the hotel unopposed and entered the elevator. He took the elevator up to the floor above where Ivanov was staying. He walked down the hall and counted the doors. When he reached the one he was searching for, he gently tapped his hand on it.
A loud female voice came from inside. "Who's it?"
Vega sighed to himself. "Masseuse."
The woman paused for a moment. Then, her raunchy voice shattered the silence. "I didn't order a massage."
Vega shuddered at the thought. "Compliments of the hotel, madam."
She slowly opened the door to see his face. She smiled as she looked him over. As she opened the door completely, Vega got her first look at her. She was a large woman, a very large woman. She had curlers in her hair and a fat, circular face. She wore a gaudy, blue bed-gown. Vega hesitantly walked through the door.
The woman was alone. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. "I really didn't this. I was just about to head to bed."
Vega cringed at the thought of what he may see when the woman came out. She was quite possible one of the ugliest people he had seen. He reached for his mask and claw and put them on. She was a liability. She had seen his face. When she walked out of the bathroom she couldn't see him.
She looked around the room. "Hello? Are you here?"
He leapt off the wall behind her and put his claw to her throat. His hand was over her face to muffle her screams. The woman fell to the ground. Vega bolted the door to prevent people from entering. He walked to the window to make sure he was under the right one. He leapt out and hung onto the ledge. He let go and landed on the ledge below him. His claw shattered the window and Vega leapt in. Two armed sentries pulled out their guns. Vega rushed forward and stabbed through the first sentry. The other sentry fired, but Vega had already leapt over him. His arms clasped around him and he flung the sentry backwards. As the guard's head hit the ground, Vega's claw penetrated his chest. He looked up to see two people, a man and a woman, running for the door. He dashed and leapt in front of them. He claw slashed the woman's neck. The man began to back up.
He spoke with a heavy Russian accent. "You, you, who are you?"
Vega stepped forward. "No need to concern yourself, Ivanov. I'll rid the world of your ugliness."
Before he could scream, Vega had slain him. He could hear several screams from behind the door. The door had been barricaded, but Vega knew it would not last. He walked into the bedroom. There were two huddled masses underneath the covers of two separate beds. He walked to the first one and pulled off the covers. There was a little girl shivering underneath it. She had blonde hair and a round face. She was shaking with terror. She was wearing a blue cotton gown.
Vega looked the girl over. "If you scream, I'll cut your throat. Stay quiet and you'll be safe."
The girl nodded her head hesitantly. She was crying. Vega grabbed her and lifted her in her arms. Vega walked to the other bed and threw off the covers. The girl in this one was younger, but she looked like the other one. Despite his warnings, this girl was still sobbing loudly. Vega struck the girl in the head, knocking her out. He other girl screamed, Vega flung her to the ground and struck her also. He picked up the two unconscious girls and leapt out of the room just as the door was broken down.
Vega learned shortly why Bison wanted the two girls. He was sent on many missions to retrieve others, along with the ogre Bison called Sagat. This was the start of the dolls.