Title: Streets of Rage: The Flames of Angels
Genre: Action/Drama
Rating: R for language, adult content, violence, and (minor) sexual situations to come.
A/N: This story takes place years after the third Streets of Rage, with major changes and new characters as well. There might be minor details that I'm not clear on, but I'll work with all the info I know is true. As for writing this, it may be hard since I'm working with people that didn't really have personalities at all, so that's why I'm giving them some, and hope they do justice to those familiar with the original characters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimer: Like hell do I own the SoR characters! They belong to Sega (or maybe Nintendo now), and no one else. The only people that are mine will be revealed in due time. Until then, read on! :)
Blaze,
I don't know if this letter will ever get to you, but if it does, you must take heed of every piece of it. I must keep it short, and everything I have to tell you will be revealed, but only if you meet me tonight at 7:00 p at our table. Don't be late, and tell no one you're here. If I'm not there, just know that I love you all, and I'll see you soon.
Love always,
Axle
It had been five years since she had last seen the man behind the letter, and with every moment of her day after reading the e-mail, she wanted so badly for everyone to come home and reunite in any way. But everyone had moved so far off from the city, it'd be a surprise if they could make it back for any reason, even to reminisce about the multiple times they saved the city, if not the people that gave their lives to do so.
Marcus "Max Thunder" Kingston had made a star of himself overseas in the wrestling circuits there, making millions in doing his lifelong dream, and even being involved in the Japanese film industry. Though most of his films were, for lack of better words, "colorful", Max still had fun with it, and everyone was proud of his success.
Adam Hunter, a former police officer like Blaze, had already found a wife and foster child to attend to back in Georgia. He decided to return there after his father, a former officer himself, was failing in health, which was how he met his wife, Dr. Melissa Caronella. Adam's younger brother, Edward (or in his youth, nicknamed "Skate") was in his sophomore year in high school, living with Adam and searching for an apprenticeship in computer maintenance. He'd still take to rollerblades on the off time, but he was more serious about his future than most kids his age.
As for the humanoid known only as Dr. Zan, he was long pardoned for his role in the Syndicate X, by taking it down with those mentioned, but what he's done with himself after that is as much of a perplexity as Zan himself. The same went for Shiva, who also worked both sides of the inner city war, first as Mr. X's strongest and most skilled right hand man, then as an estranged surrogate partner in the "Third Syndicate War."
Finally, Axle Stone, Blaze's best friend and former officer in the same precinct as her and Adam. He appeared literally from the blue with this brief letter, ready to meet under what felt to be a disturbing circumstance. Blaze could tell that it was Axle. Every word of the letter defined his brief, serious tone, and rescinded her thought of him being an imposter. However, something about this night felt different to her. Something that she had to take care of, no matter what the circumstances (ulterior or not) were. Blaze prepared by slipping into more relaxed clothing, made up of black cargo pants and a burgundy short sleeve tee shirt. She finished the outfit with her brown knee-high boots, which were custom made to hide two six-inch knives on each boot.
Once she was ready to put her black leather jacket on, she saw something hung in her closet that she didn't know whether to bring with her or not. It was her chrome .357 Magnum, fully licensed, but not loaded, just in case someone got their hands on it. Blaze sighed as she strapped the holster on, for she hoped that she wouldn't have any need for it, especially since she was going to see an old friend. Considering how urgent the letter seemed, protection might be a viable choice, even if it didn't prove any justice in the end.
It was only five minutes until 7:00, and Blaze had already parked by where Axle had implied to meet in the letter. The place was called Remo's, a small time diner run by a stand-up family for over twenty years, which doubled as a meeting place for Blaze, Adam, and Axle when they were off duty during their, as they liked to call it, "Days of Blue." They still met there after they quit, only under highly different circumstances. However, the very details Blaze remembered from Remo's time of activity were no longer there, due to a fire that rocked the entire building just five months ago, killing five and injuring seven. It was like looking into an alternate realm for Fielding, as she gazed at the charred building from the outside, and what remained of it's neon front sign, and decorations of paraphernalia from various eras. It was all a dark reminder of how time sees the genesis of many, but only after it destroys something in its way.
As Blaze closed her eyes and let a tear seep through, a voice to her right asked, "Don't you wish they could do something about this place? Restore it, make anew...I mean, come on...people lost various forms of virginity here." Blaze didn't have to look to the side to know whose voice it was, as she spoke, "Axle...it's been so long since we all got together and...now look at it. Why here?" "I didn't know it would be like this," Axle said, "especially since we and half the city claimed in to be a sanctuary." He then came into his friend's view; his clothes consisted of a matching black shirt and cotton-collared jacket, and brown pants tucked in his black combat boots. The two hugged each other, with Axle's arms sliding under Blaze's jacket to feel her tone, lovely body. Once they pulled away, Blaze remarked, "Nice outfit." "You get what you pay for, Hun," he said, "but in all seriousness, let's get to why I'm here."
"Yeah, really. What's wrong," Blaze wondered.
Axe looked around for anything out of place, before he looked towards Blaze and began. "Word has been going around about the 'resurrection' of your favorite organization and mine."
Blaze let out a deep sigh, as Axle, who empathized, continued. "There's a twist to it all, though. There's a new person headlining the op, but no one knows who it is...yet. What we do know is that some old confidantes of X have been disappearing big time. Gangs, Fortune 500 companies, you name it, they were with Syndicate...until they apparently crossed the new guy. " "And how did you stumble on all of this," Blaze asked. Axle smiled and answered, "All this time I've been away, I decided that since employment in the police force wasn't a good call since our last one was on Syndicate payroll...." He pulled his wallet out, as it flapped out and showed an ID of FBI detail.
As he put his ID away, Blaze finished his last remark, "You decided to join an organization more corrupt than our old Precinct." "Yes," he jokingly answered, "but at least I'm not those fake ones we had to take care of last time. It's like anyone who wears fake sunglasses and can still fit in their prom tux thinks they pilot the Nebuchandezzar, too." Blaze laughed, not realizing until that point how much she missed Axle's interesting sense of humor. She replied, "At least I know why you haven't been in contact, but we should tell the others. I got...." "They're being taken care of as we speak," assured Axle, "and since I'm head of the investigation, I've told my colleagues to give them full security, fearing that the new boss might take out any plans to handle anyone unfriendly towards them, past or present. I figured that I'd tell our 'unofficial' leader first hand before...you hear that?"
Their words were immediately cut down by the sounds of distant motorcycles closing in on their location, as the two pulled out their guns and looked around for them to come. Blaze glanced at Axle's gun, which he quickly identified for her. "Thunder Ranch Special, fueled by special magazines. I got a Millenium Protector, too, but whatever." "Never figured you as the gun type," Blaze said with a smile. "Likewise," replied Stone, just before three bikers appeared in their sight at the furthest corner of the street, accelerating in a triangular formation. The helmeted black and yellow riders looked heavily armed, yet lightly padded with bulletproof armor, ready to take anything they'd be given, for there was a very good reason they neglected any protection.
The front biker popped on his back wheel, and without second thought, Blaze pushed Axle out the way and took clear shots at his back wheel, and forced the stupefied biker backwards to the ground, with a portion of the bike landing directly on his chest and crotch. The remaining two kept their focus, as they unsheathed a kusanagi from their backs. The duo ran out their way, landing on opposite sides of the street, and after the assassins drove past them, Blaze and Axle got back out and aimed for them, as she asked, "Looks like they're getting to us first, huh?" "Without our fearless leader, a team's up shit's creek," he answered, "but since I'm here, it's double prizes."
At that point, the bikers had turned and were coming for a second run. As Blaze looked at them and prepared to fire, Axle stood back to back with her and watched as more came from the remaining two's original location. Blaze felt a slight bulge in her back, when she turned to Axle and saw how close he was, swearing that his hand drew away from her butt. Before she could acknowledge the action, the two began to fire at the bikers, and to their amazement, each bullet was cut in half by their blades. The two coming towards Axle went as far as going on the sidewalk to avoid hitting their still fallen partner, then back on the streets with professionalism in their maneuvering through the parked cars. The two friends had no other choice but to run on the sidewalk once more, and run as far as they could from the maniacal bikers. They saw their targets run into the narrow alleyway, but it wouldn't stop their pursuit. "Three, attend to our fallen," said the group leader in its comm. link, "Two and Six are with me." With the rev of their engines, the chance continued for the lives of long lost friends, as ordered by the clans' most surprising of leaders.
Genre: Action/Drama
Rating: R for language, adult content, violence, and (minor) sexual situations to come.
A/N: This story takes place years after the third Streets of Rage, with major changes and new characters as well. There might be minor details that I'm not clear on, but I'll work with all the info I know is true. As for writing this, it may be hard since I'm working with people that didn't really have personalities at all, so that's why I'm giving them some, and hope they do justice to those familiar with the original characters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimer: Like hell do I own the SoR characters! They belong to Sega (or maybe Nintendo now), and no one else. The only people that are mine will be revealed in due time. Until then, read on! :)
Blaze,
I don't know if this letter will ever get to you, but if it does, you must take heed of every piece of it. I must keep it short, and everything I have to tell you will be revealed, but only if you meet me tonight at 7:00 p at our table. Don't be late, and tell no one you're here. If I'm not there, just know that I love you all, and I'll see you soon.
Love always,
Axle
It had been five years since she had last seen the man behind the letter, and with every moment of her day after reading the e-mail, she wanted so badly for everyone to come home and reunite in any way. But everyone had moved so far off from the city, it'd be a surprise if they could make it back for any reason, even to reminisce about the multiple times they saved the city, if not the people that gave their lives to do so.
Marcus "Max Thunder" Kingston had made a star of himself overseas in the wrestling circuits there, making millions in doing his lifelong dream, and even being involved in the Japanese film industry. Though most of his films were, for lack of better words, "colorful", Max still had fun with it, and everyone was proud of his success.
Adam Hunter, a former police officer like Blaze, had already found a wife and foster child to attend to back in Georgia. He decided to return there after his father, a former officer himself, was failing in health, which was how he met his wife, Dr. Melissa Caronella. Adam's younger brother, Edward (or in his youth, nicknamed "Skate") was in his sophomore year in high school, living with Adam and searching for an apprenticeship in computer maintenance. He'd still take to rollerblades on the off time, but he was more serious about his future than most kids his age.
As for the humanoid known only as Dr. Zan, he was long pardoned for his role in the Syndicate X, by taking it down with those mentioned, but what he's done with himself after that is as much of a perplexity as Zan himself. The same went for Shiva, who also worked both sides of the inner city war, first as Mr. X's strongest and most skilled right hand man, then as an estranged surrogate partner in the "Third Syndicate War."
Finally, Axle Stone, Blaze's best friend and former officer in the same precinct as her and Adam. He appeared literally from the blue with this brief letter, ready to meet under what felt to be a disturbing circumstance. Blaze could tell that it was Axle. Every word of the letter defined his brief, serious tone, and rescinded her thought of him being an imposter. However, something about this night felt different to her. Something that she had to take care of, no matter what the circumstances (ulterior or not) were. Blaze prepared by slipping into more relaxed clothing, made up of black cargo pants and a burgundy short sleeve tee shirt. She finished the outfit with her brown knee-high boots, which were custom made to hide two six-inch knives on each boot.
Once she was ready to put her black leather jacket on, she saw something hung in her closet that she didn't know whether to bring with her or not. It was her chrome .357 Magnum, fully licensed, but not loaded, just in case someone got their hands on it. Blaze sighed as she strapped the holster on, for she hoped that she wouldn't have any need for it, especially since she was going to see an old friend. Considering how urgent the letter seemed, protection might be a viable choice, even if it didn't prove any justice in the end.
It was only five minutes until 7:00, and Blaze had already parked by where Axle had implied to meet in the letter. The place was called Remo's, a small time diner run by a stand-up family for over twenty years, which doubled as a meeting place for Blaze, Adam, and Axle when they were off duty during their, as they liked to call it, "Days of Blue." They still met there after they quit, only under highly different circumstances. However, the very details Blaze remembered from Remo's time of activity were no longer there, due to a fire that rocked the entire building just five months ago, killing five and injuring seven. It was like looking into an alternate realm for Fielding, as she gazed at the charred building from the outside, and what remained of it's neon front sign, and decorations of paraphernalia from various eras. It was all a dark reminder of how time sees the genesis of many, but only after it destroys something in its way.
As Blaze closed her eyes and let a tear seep through, a voice to her right asked, "Don't you wish they could do something about this place? Restore it, make anew...I mean, come on...people lost various forms of virginity here." Blaze didn't have to look to the side to know whose voice it was, as she spoke, "Axle...it's been so long since we all got together and...now look at it. Why here?" "I didn't know it would be like this," Axle said, "especially since we and half the city claimed in to be a sanctuary." He then came into his friend's view; his clothes consisted of a matching black shirt and cotton-collared jacket, and brown pants tucked in his black combat boots. The two hugged each other, with Axle's arms sliding under Blaze's jacket to feel her tone, lovely body. Once they pulled away, Blaze remarked, "Nice outfit." "You get what you pay for, Hun," he said, "but in all seriousness, let's get to why I'm here."
"Yeah, really. What's wrong," Blaze wondered.
Axe looked around for anything out of place, before he looked towards Blaze and began. "Word has been going around about the 'resurrection' of your favorite organization and mine."
Blaze let out a deep sigh, as Axle, who empathized, continued. "There's a twist to it all, though. There's a new person headlining the op, but no one knows who it is...yet. What we do know is that some old confidantes of X have been disappearing big time. Gangs, Fortune 500 companies, you name it, they were with Syndicate...until they apparently crossed the new guy. " "And how did you stumble on all of this," Blaze asked. Axle smiled and answered, "All this time I've been away, I decided that since employment in the police force wasn't a good call since our last one was on Syndicate payroll...." He pulled his wallet out, as it flapped out and showed an ID of FBI detail.
As he put his ID away, Blaze finished his last remark, "You decided to join an organization more corrupt than our old Precinct." "Yes," he jokingly answered, "but at least I'm not those fake ones we had to take care of last time. It's like anyone who wears fake sunglasses and can still fit in their prom tux thinks they pilot the Nebuchandezzar, too." Blaze laughed, not realizing until that point how much she missed Axle's interesting sense of humor. She replied, "At least I know why you haven't been in contact, but we should tell the others. I got...." "They're being taken care of as we speak," assured Axle, "and since I'm head of the investigation, I've told my colleagues to give them full security, fearing that the new boss might take out any plans to handle anyone unfriendly towards them, past or present. I figured that I'd tell our 'unofficial' leader first hand before...you hear that?"
Their words were immediately cut down by the sounds of distant motorcycles closing in on their location, as the two pulled out their guns and looked around for them to come. Blaze glanced at Axle's gun, which he quickly identified for her. "Thunder Ranch Special, fueled by special magazines. I got a Millenium Protector, too, but whatever." "Never figured you as the gun type," Blaze said with a smile. "Likewise," replied Stone, just before three bikers appeared in their sight at the furthest corner of the street, accelerating in a triangular formation. The helmeted black and yellow riders looked heavily armed, yet lightly padded with bulletproof armor, ready to take anything they'd be given, for there was a very good reason they neglected any protection.
The front biker popped on his back wheel, and without second thought, Blaze pushed Axle out the way and took clear shots at his back wheel, and forced the stupefied biker backwards to the ground, with a portion of the bike landing directly on his chest and crotch. The remaining two kept their focus, as they unsheathed a kusanagi from their backs. The duo ran out their way, landing on opposite sides of the street, and after the assassins drove past them, Blaze and Axle got back out and aimed for them, as she asked, "Looks like they're getting to us first, huh?" "Without our fearless leader, a team's up shit's creek," he answered, "but since I'm here, it's double prizes."
At that point, the bikers had turned and were coming for a second run. As Blaze looked at them and prepared to fire, Axle stood back to back with her and watched as more came from the remaining two's original location. Blaze felt a slight bulge in her back, when she turned to Axle and saw how close he was, swearing that his hand drew away from her butt. Before she could acknowledge the action, the two began to fire at the bikers, and to their amazement, each bullet was cut in half by their blades. The two coming towards Axle went as far as going on the sidewalk to avoid hitting their still fallen partner, then back on the streets with professionalism in their maneuvering through the parked cars. The two friends had no other choice but to run on the sidewalk once more, and run as far as they could from the maniacal bikers. They saw their targets run into the narrow alleyway, but it wouldn't stop their pursuit. "Three, attend to our fallen," said the group leader in its comm. link, "Two and Six are with me." With the rev of their engines, the chance continued for the lives of long lost friends, as ordered by the clans' most surprising of leaders.