Hey ladies and gents, welcome back to Operation: Terry Bogard Must Die. Since I fail at making things purely comical- this story is going to end up being pretty serious business, with a splash of comedy. It's about how Ms. Samantha Walker ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time, getting involved with all the wrong people. It will include many King of Fighters Characters now! Hope you enjoy if you're reading!

Alsooo I made a change. Sam is 17 now, rather than 16.

Chapter 1: The Man With Flames and Evil Aura

Even when panicking, this man sounds so utterly comical. There has to be something terribly wrong with that. But that's my own opinion.

Anyway, learning that maturity was something I had to have during an emergency, I willed away the want to punch this man in the voice box and got up to assess the situation. Walking over to Terry, I looked towards where his gaze was averted to. There was a blond guy wearing a not so protective hoodie face down on the floor and breathing rather erratically. I sighed softly. It took everything in me to not respond sarcastically and say something along the lines of "If someone's kissing the floor because they collapsed, then most obviously they are NOT okay."- but I sucked in a breath while trying to process a different response. "Terry, take him further inside, where it's warmer and change his clothing. I'm positive the weather got to him."

"I'm worried that he might have sustained injuries fighting as well." Terry finally spoke. He grabbed the boy and turned him over to check for any damage most likely.

The boy looked familiar, though a little hard to tell. I moved in closer to examine his face- but when the guy forced his eyelids open, crimson eyes became visible. I jumped back in absolute shock- figures this guy would be Terry's kid. "You don't have to worry one bit about that guy. Nope, no way… certainly not him." I emphasized, pointing to the guy from where I was now sitting.

"Huh? You mean you've met my kid?" Terry questioned, turning to face me now.

Remembering how badly this guy creamed me, I frowned instinctively. "Well… you could say that…" Now I was extremely irritated. I was stuck in the apartment of a guy I wanted to kill, and now enters his kid- the guy who tarnished my victories. I'm sure Terry personally trained him- just another reason to clip the guy from existence. "Anyway. Not important, tend to him."

Terry nodded. "Rock, you okay?" He questioned the boy- this time only having a slight comical edge to it, mostly on the 'okay'. The boy nodded weakly.

I groaned while slapping a palm onto my forehead. "Is that the only thing you can ask?! I said 'tend to him', you half wit!" After rubbing my temples for a quick moment, I turned back to face the Rock. "Hey. Did you get in a fight or hurt yourself in any manner?" Rock shook his head. So he didn't. "See? Wasn't that easy Terry? Weather. Warm him up."

Terry picked up Rock and took him into one of the rooms I hadn't seen. The door was closed behind them. Guess the boy was changing. After a while, the door popped open. "Hey, Sam… C'mere…" Terry motioned for me to come towards where he was standing by the frame of the door.

Shrugging, I nonchalantly walked over to him. "I'm all ears. What do you need me for?"

"I have a job tonight. I was hired as a body guard. Do you mind… watching over Rock?" Terry questioned, face having a pleading expression.

My mouth moved faster than I could even think. "Sure." And promptly after my one word confirmation, I cursed myself mentally. What the hell was I saying?!

"Thanks! I owe you! I'll be here in the morning. See you Sam!" Terry threw his jacket on, waved, and practically flew out the door.

I blinked as I stopped to assess the situation. I didn't know either guy and here, they left me in the apartment to watch over one of them! This is ridiculous. What if they're killers?! More importantly, what if I was a psycho killer and tried to kill the guy in his weakened state for revenge! I let out a heavy sigh and decided to trust their judgment, as well as delude myself that they're good people, even if they weren't. But all in all- I added this as another reason to get Terry. Leaving me stuck with the boy who knocked my ass flat… That idiot.

I shook my head to focus on the task at hand and peaked inside the room to see Rock clutching his chest and breathing heavily. I went over to the soup and decided to pour it out for him instead. I placed the bowl on a tray and walked over the room, nudging the door open with my hip and offered the best smile I could manage to fake. "I brought you some soup. Please eat it, it may bring down your fever."

His crimson eyes darted up to me and he examined me for a moment. "…Your hair's different… but your voice and stature… aren't you the girl that I fought against last week? Why are you here?" Rock questioned.

I bristled. Too damn perceptive. "I had a run in with some thug in the streets and your pops knocked him flat. Promptly after, I blacked out and not knowing where I lived, he brought me here."

"Ahh…I see…" Rock looked down towards his hands. They seemed a bit shaky.

I walked towards him and laid the tray on his blanketed lap. "So your name's Rock? And you're Terry's kid? No wonder you destroyed me."

Rock offered a wry smile. "Terry was just nice enough to take me in after I tried attacking him this one time…" He seemed a bit embarrassed. Probably to be seen in such a weakened state.

I laughed softly, giving him a grin. "Terry's weird. Picking up kids from the street. I hope that's really not his thing."

Rock strained to let out a chuckle. "Nah. I don't think so. He just helps 'em out. Anyway… you are?"

"Samantha." I answered simply, leaning against the wall. "Samantha Walker."

I saw Rock's eyebrow tug up and mouth move, as if ready to talk, but he seemed to have settled with not saying anything at all. He went to eating, his hands extremely shaky. I could see the soup on the spoon ripple. His breathing was still pretty heavy.

"Hey. Give me your keys. I'm going to pick up some medicine for you." I said pretty plainly, looking for my boots.

"You really don't have to… it's pretty bad out there." Rock said, looking up at me with creased eye brows.

I shrugged. "Water never killed me. Now pass 'em. You're doing pretty crappy right now." I held out a hand, opening and closing them to signal him to pass them over.

After hesitating for a while, he reached towards his night stand and grabbed them, tossing them to me. I caught them with finesse. "Be careful, okay? It's pretty late."

"I'll be fine." I waved a hand limply while I made my way toward the door. I found my fanny pack and wore it under the T-Shirt I had. I opted to just go out wearing the T-Shirt. Might as well not mess up any more clothes. I grabbed one of the umbrellas by the door and fiddled with every key until I successfully locked the door and was on my way. It was dark as hell, but I made it to the corner store successfully. It's not so great that almost every corner of South Town is pretty seedy at night with wanna be gangs thinking they're all that. After placing the medicine and change in my bag, I walked briskly back to the apartment complex. It was quite a few blocks, and for my damned luck, I had to pass an ally way. While in the ally, I man roughly elbowed me, and I smashed against the wall pretty hard. "What the hell gives?!" I grabbed my now slightly bleeding elbow.

"Oh, great! A cutey! Now how about you give me all you got, and you show my that body of yours as well?" A rather buff man questioned.

I scoffed in disgust. "Get out of my sight. You're despicable."

The man grunted angrily and slapped me on my face. "You will do as I God-Damned tell you to, you little bitch!" He then seized my shoulders roughly, gripping them as tight as he probably could.

I sucked my lip to stop the bleeding and winced from pain. I thought about what I could possibly do. I wasn't going to allow myself to get raped by a meat head. I swung a foot back and kicked him where it hurts all guys. When he brought his head down slightly, I brought up my knee and got him right in the chin. That's when he let me go and I tried breaking for a run.

As I was in my frenzy, I turned around and the man was gaining on me. "You little Son-of-a-Bitch! Get back here so I can teach you a lesson!" He hollered.

I gulped as I continued straining myself. It was no use. It's over for me unless I manage to beat a man like that, which seemed pretty unlikely. I turned around once more and saw him reaching a hand for me. I shut my eyes tight and waited for the impact of his hand on my hair or shoulders or whatever, but it never came. Instead, I heard another male. "Man, you're pathetic. Going after young girls just because you can't get any?" It sound like a teenager. I spun around and saw a young guy before me. His blond hair was neatly styled, a red beret was placed neatly a top his head and he wore all red with black flames on the tips of his pant legs and sleeves. He was slender and his nails were neatly done, painted black with white flames.

"You little bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?!" The buff man spat to the slender boy.

The boy chuckled lightly. "Ash Crimson. Remember that name." Before I could even register what was going on, the man was already on the ground, defeated. Parts of his clothes were charred. The boy, Ash, held his hand out, green flames slowly dying out. "That guy was boring." Finally he turned to me. "I know you're much more of a fighter than that. Show people what you've got. Don't let them beat you like that. That guy was just plain old pathetic!"

I blinked a bit, then raised a suspicious brow. "What? How would you know?"

Ash shrugged. "I know a lot. Good luck with what you're trying to accomplish. Adieu, Ms. Walker. Until next time." Ash waved me off as he turned around, green flames covering him. I jumped back to avoid them, and when they settled, he was no longer there.

I remained stupefied and then shook my head. Who the hell is that guy? And how the hell did he even know my name?

Before I could even get out of my own thoughts and continue walking, someone grabbed me by the wrist roughly, spinning me around and then clutching my collar. When I finally opened my tightly shut eyes, I saw a man with fire-y red hair and eyes of the same color. "You saw a young blond man wearing red pass by here?!"

I nodded quickly. "J-just missed him…"

The man sucked his teeth and let me go. Because of how tall he was, I had stumbled when I touched the ground. "Did you see which way?"

I nodded and pointed straight ahead. "He headed that way I believe. But when he started walking away, he just vanished…"

The tall man nodded and began walking away.

The hell was his problem?

Not taking anything into account for the moment, I started walking back to Terry's place. I had Rock's medicine and it seemed like he really needed it. When I saw tall, lanky visage a bit away, I started to dash. Speak of the devil, Rock had gotten out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you outside?! You left the door open! And you're sick!"

"I… have a spare…" Rock's breathing wasn't any better, and I'm sure the rain wasn't helping. "You.. Took long so… I was worried…"

"I'm fine, see?! Now let's get you outta here…" I placed one of his arms around my shoulders so I could help him walk back.

…

When we got back, I promptly led him to his room and bed, drying off his head and face with a towel I found in the bath room. "Geeze man… you gave me a scare…" I let out a long sigh. "Take this and try to rest, alright?"

Rock nodded and took the aspirin I got for him, following it up with some water. I walked out of the room and picked up the burger joint bag, nibbling on the fries and devouring the burger. I laid back on the couch, still not listening to the voice on television. It remained on the whole time. After a while, a dim purple light caught my attention. I looked towards the TV, seeing that it wasn't coming from there. I turned around and saw the flashes of light coming from where Rock was. I sprung up and ran towards the room, seeing he emitting the light himself. He was breathing even harsher than before. Panicking, I ran up to him and reached arms for his shoulder. "Rock, you oka- SHIT!" I quickly retreated after I felt sharp pain shooting into me from touching him.

"My body is hot… my blood is boiling… I don't… I don't want this… it's… that man's fault… I don't want this… it's boiling… I can feel it…" Rock was chanting eerily.

Something really wasn't right. "Kid, listen! Snap out of it!" I yelled. This wasn't good. I had no idea how to solve this.

"The urge to… eliminate everyone… surfacing… it can't! That's not who I am!! STOP IT!!! I WON'T ACCEPT IT!!!!" The blond was screeching at the top of his lungs.

I bit my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. This is terrible. I could feel my energy draining just from being near by. Instinctively, I brought the boy into a hug, the energy being sucked right out of me. Slowly, Rock's yells were dying out and the energy went from a massive burst to barely anything at all. My eyelids were becoming heavy and next thing I knew, everything blacked out.

But before everything went dark, there was one thing I discerned. That aura… it felt like an evil aura…

…

Rock was enveloped in an aura… a purple haze… laughing maniacally… then there was Ash… the man with the flames… he had a smirk and held out a hand… then there was Terry…

"ARE YOU OKAY, ROOKIE?!"

My eyes shot open. Of course it was a night mare. It had to be… I shut my eyes almost immediately again, trying to will away my homicidal feelings. I stretched out my body, receiving satisfying snaps in different locations. That's when I heard soft… groaning? And movement right by me?

Actually, hold the damn phone. I was on a bed. When did I even lay on one? I was tucked under sheets- even more damn flabbergasting than the bed. I angrily shot my eyes open and there… was a sleeping, rather serene face next to mine. I observed it, prodding at the forehead. Then their own eyes lids slowly raised. My charcoal met their scarlet. Then I remembered what exactly I was doing the night before. Watching this guy. I bolted upright, rubbing the back of my head and laughing nervously.

Of course, Rock seeing that he was "in bed" with some girl in solely a T-Shirt… he practically screamed bloody murder.

I was so startled that I ended up rolling backwards off the bed. Cursing under my breath, I attempted to sit up, but the door swung open, hitting me behind the head. After seeing some stars, I see Terry in the room and I managed to throw him the best scowl I could muster for this time of day. Of course he'd be careless and drop his awareness behind the scenes. Stupid bastard.

"What's wrong, Rock?" Terry asked, walking up to the blond boy.

Rock looked like he was blushing. "I…I just over reacted… seeing a girl in the same bed in my T-shirt and all…"

"Oh, my bad Rookie!" I cringed. The word rookie was accented yet again. It's too damn early in the morning for that. "I put her there. I saw you both sprawled on the bed, and you both seemed so comfortable, I decided to tuck her in with you." Terry explained while laughing with abandon.

I stiffened, remembering Rock's trance like state last night, then put on a more irritated expression. "You do realize she is right here, goldilocks…" My tone was venomous as I wobbled onto my feet, attempting to regain my senses as everything reeled.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Terry still had this grin. "I hope you don't mind that. I didn't figure Rock would wake up so startled."

"I really don't care- but what about him?" I questioned dully.

Terry and Rock exchanged glances. Terry gave him an apologetic look whilst the boy looked a bit embarrassed. "Well… he's rather shy when it comes to girls… he's not so used to 'em."

I wanted to kill this guy right. Now. "You my friend, are an absolute idiot." I pinched the bridge of my nose as I walked out. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna raid your fridge."

I went over to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Enough food to make breakfast for the three of us. I started up two omelettes. While the eggs were cooking, I looked over to my bag and saw a mirror sticking out. A grin played it's way across my face and I grabbed the mirror, smashing it to small pieces and placing the pieces in the omelette. I placed the cheese on it and ham and closed it up, writing a T on it. I finished my own and Rock's and laid them on plates on the table.

Terry rushed out of the room. "I gotta talk to… someone. So I have to run! I'm sorry I can't enjoy your breakfast, but thank you!" He grabbed his coat and ran out the door.

Foiled, dammit!

Rock walked out of the room and reached the table, grabbing one of the plates. "How kind of you… thank you Ms. Walker."

I gave him a smile. "Call me Samantha, or Sam. Or whatever really. Formality makes me skin craw---" I stopped and my eyes widened when I realized he picked up Terry's booby trapped omelette. I swiftly grabbed the plate from his hand and threw the omelette right in the garbage.

"Hey! What the heck was that for?!" Rock questioned, looking at me rather funny.

"That one, I'm sure you wouldn't like…I made each omelette especially for each person! Take the one with your initial, silly!" I moved my hand in a wave like motion.

"You could have saved it for him in the fridge or something." Rock mentioned.

I looked away nervously. "These things taste nasty when you leave them out for too long."

Rock looked a little skeptical, then smiled. "Yeah, eggs and cheese aren't so great for left overs. Anyway, Terry will be back by the afternoon. Said he had to go and see the woman he works with. He wants you to stay until then. I'll pay back breakfast by making lunch, alright?"

I nodded, accepting his offer.

I also prayed that this boy wouldn't always get in the way for my plans. He's cool, so I have no vendetta against him. He can live.

But I'm adamant on the refusal of changing my mind concerning Terry. Terry Bogard Must Die.

End Chapter 2