VERY short intro. But the whole story won't be this short, I promise. Truth be told, I have no idea where this is going… enjoy!
Flames. Everything he could see was burning slowly, flamed claws reaching out and incinerating anything in their way.
He could only stand and watch numbly as everything he knew, everything that meant the world to him, was taken away in an instant.
Suddenly, he saw his parents. They were running desperately towards him.
They were going to make it, or so he thought. Until he saw the helicopter fly up behind them, ominously. It was then that he knew that he wasn't going to have time.
No time to say goodbye. No time to say a thing. Not a single thing.
A few short bursts of gunfire were fired. His mother stumbled first, falling first onto her knees, then his father. Just in front of him. The helicopter flew on, sensing that everybody was gone. He didn't really realise the severity of it, not until his mother fell, face first into the dirt, and it was then that he saw the bloodied holes in her back.
Until then, he thought that it perhaps, just perhaps, wasn't as bad as he had hoped. But as his father fell motionless to the ground beside his mother, he realised that it wasn't.
It was ten times worse.
"Mother?" That one word hurt so much to say. He dropped to his knees beside her, shook her limp body gently. "Mother? Wake up. Please, wake up,"
But there was nothing. Or as much as you would expect from an inanimate corpse.
A single drop, one lone tear fell from his eye before he wiped it angrily away and got to his feet, making a solemn promise.
I will avenge you. Mother, Father. I will avenge your deaths or die trying.
It's not Ryu! –Collective gasp- Yeah… so Bayman's pretty cool… but not as cool as Ryu!