Chapter 6
Zangief Story- Dream of Battlefield

I beckoned to a small hall by my pal, Dhalsim for the "forget it" treatment. The place looked small but It was quite spacious because there were no furniture on it except a large red carpet with golden written signs all over it and the long row of stick candle lit of both end of the wall.

Dhalsim told me that we entered a prayer hall where the devotee worshipping their god daily and also a place for Dhalsim himself to mediated after a long day of work. It looked was a perfect place for him. Dim and scary hall to me.

Hey, I am big man and should not worry about the darkness. Dhalsim walked ahead of me by ten steps distance and swiftly he turned around, facing me and asked me to stop. "Sit." Dhalsim commanded me with his deep boom voice as if he had installed big HI-FI system inside here, hidden. His voice echoed the hall.

"Where? no chair." I asked, looked around the place for chairs.
"On the floor." Dhalsim closed his eyes, calmly, refused to further his answer to my dumb question. He sat on the floor in Burmese position.

I followed his way as I tried hard as I could because my bulk muscles legs were hard to fold into that position. Very uncomfortable at first but I think I could managed it, if I relax at bit. In the end I sat on the ground with my leg crossed. That will do it. My thought said.

Dhalsim began to humming and soon he being to chant. I sat patiently and clueless as what he was doing. I tried to understand his mother tongue language but I gave up, didn't make any sense for me to try. The only thing I could do is sit there and waiting my leg goes cramp on me.

"Now, I will try to hypnotize you to forget. But there will be some weird images or places you had not travel before. She will appear in strange different way. You must hold and fight your emotion, show have no interest of her. Then she will go away" Dhalsim explained as simple as he could, knew I am quite less intelligent person.

"What happen if I can't fight off?" I asked, unsure my will power could able help me to out stand to forget her. Even now, I still thinking of her. Her faces with mix feeling had showed me earlier before this meeting, now blowing out in my mind. The determination, exciting and sadness. The mix emotion played into pattern in my head. She is so pretty in every angle when she turned around.

"I will enter your dream and help to sort it out. Remember to relax and let your mind to take you wherever you had desire the most." Dhalsim said.

"Ok and ready." I nodded.

"Stare at the fire. Stare deep inside the flame. The red hot fire opens the door into your heart, your mind and your soul." Dhalsim chanted and blow out his fire from his mouth like a small flame thrower.

Even I sat far away from the flame touching me but the heat was unbearable for me to handle. but yet I felt strangely comfortable as I stared the red mixed with yellow colour flame, dancing furious slow on front of me

Dhalsim's chanting words appeared echoing the room as if there were thousands of him doing the same chant. The words seem act like a drill to crack my head forceful and make holes to enter my soul.

So soothing that makes me light headed and I felt my body experience to fly up in the air like a bird taking flight to horizon. It was working well, better than get drunk from tapper where I had the same experience of flying for a moment. Then a massive big headache for a reward

Suddenly loud high explosion woke me up instantly but I am still daze as what was going on. Finally, when I snapped out and found myself in the different location. Not Dhalsim's hall but some sort of a battlefield. What I am seeing now was the rows of ruined building surrounded me and the endless trails of smoke from everywhere, not far away at my current location. "Where the hell am I?" Then I noticed myself that I wearing dark brown uniform coat with a emblem badge of my beloved country pinned on my chest. A soldier? The first thought screaming at me.

Without noticing it, I was hugging a rifle where my head was leaning against a cold long rifle barrel as if I have doze off from what I am supposed to do now or I am in a scare stiff in trance. I never had been in the battle before, not this one. Maybe I am dreaming, yes, that had to make sense for me now. Dhalsim told me earlier hypnotize thing and this is where he bring me. Dhalsim had it totally screwing thing up.

I had to take a look the surrounding by popping my head over from a ruined wall, slowly like a turtle pushed it head out from the shell. Oh god, it was a total mess, the burning fire and bodies lying around on the open street. Look like a real history war between German and Russian scenario.

What in the heck I am landed here anyway. This is supposed to be games dream thing. Only think I am calling the blame to the creator itself or the writer of this story itself. I have to get out from here and taking out these clothes and together with the rifle too. After stripped almost naked and I am being comfortable to be myself back again.

Now with a hope I would not get shot by the enemy.

After few block to block, I am running and no sign of anyone survival or Dhalsim alone. I began to feel the worries grow on me wherever I can escape this dream or my real reality or both of it and I am unsure about it. Being killed out from my console and I couldn't be generated as the golden rule reinforced. That is really bad.

Wait a minute.

If I recall and analysis the situation now, I am in my dream and I am still at Dhalsim Hall. That mean I am still my console or outside the console because I am dreaming. The harder I use my head, the worse headache building up on me. I am not Einstein or something. I need to find Dhalsim, he was the one created this mess. I had to make my move.

The ruined building didn't offer me much choice of protection when I walked across the city. My eyes scanned cautious the area to check anybody, wherever is an enemy or friendly.

Anyone.
After few metres, I saw none or not yet, maybe deeper.

There was also a slight problem that occur to me like a flash light

The problem was that I am big size man and I found a very hard time to hide myself, too little cover for me. Just like a turkey on the open plain field with bare trees to hide and ready to shot at it. I smacked my head to being so stupid that I had tossed my uniform away and stay almost naked. There was a big chance risk for me.

Both of side army would take a shot on me because they would think the same thing about me as an enemy. I am so dumb and serve a good lesson which I think too late to digest it

I guess I am alone now. I am the lone ranger with a survival skill that I had already picked up at Tapper's place.

I learned some survival tips from Snake. A hero from Metal Gear Solid. He is a soldier and a good survival guru. He gave a few pointers to me and some friend at the Tapper's Bar when he was around drinking, mostly alone at a corner. He is a nice chap with his one eye patch. He told us how he lost an eye to his boss.

Rule number one

Stick on the wall as closer as possible, just like a lizard camouflage blending the environment. Wait a minutes, He had a special suit and I have none except my huge well built muscles body and my nice hair chest stick out for attention. Scratch that one out

Rule number two

Lying still on the ground and playing dead, people never noticed me as a dead person and I will ambush them if possible. How long that I needed to lying down on the cold ground? Naked? Scratch that one out too

Rule number three

Running away and avoid contact. Well I am doing right now.

Think back again, I am a very not so dumb but indeed a very stupid person in Street fighter console.

I could scream out of frustration now and yet it was a bad idea to do so, attracting attention. I had to try my best to survive by doing the thing that I am capable of. I ran.

Block after block, again. I could felt my muscles started to disappoint me and dragging me to move slower as like I am had an additional 50 KG stuffed on my both legs. My head felt heavy and my shoulders began aching. This worse feeling that pounding my head like I am having a long fight that stretched 50 rounds non- stop fighting. I had to rest - my first pit stop. I managed to find a seclude area where a abandoned dug up trenches not far away from my sight.

Even I am dead tired, my brain and ears continuous working as like a radar dish to pick up any sound of movement outside for the trench. I can see visible green radar appeared in front of me, the needle spun around and around. Wow. I could do that with my eyes close. I feel my body rested and recharging slowly.

So silent, without the bombing and the shooting. It was very creepy quiet until my mind being playful enough to showed me an image of the gamer girl face without realizing that I lose control again. Right in front of me, she was winking at me, playing naught. Catch me, play with me

"Why she is appearing in front of me." I worried. The sign of bad news screamed at me to wake up but the body refused to obey me. It seemed that the fatigue had overpowered me and gained control to itself from me. My mind scolded at me for being careless.

She winked at me again with left eye only and she giggled like a playful person. I smiled back at her. What is your name? That would be my first important question.

I got a response by a sound of the safety gun turned off. SHIT! That would be my answer now and I am really in the deep shit. Where is my radar? I had forgotten that I turned off because for my longing dream of her. Then my second question popped out that worried me What I am going to do about it?

To be continued