Our baby goose is growing up!
Return of Duckling! heh.
Everything was a daze.
He moved like he was in a dream.
Power.
Maddening Power.
It pulsed through him every time his foot touched the ground. Streaming up from the earth, into his limbs, and propelling him onwards. He moved in ecstasy, faster than he had ever run before. He fought with no fear. Nothing seemed real anyways. Bullets? Who cared. He watched one tear through his shoulder, but for whatever reason - he couldn't feel a thing. It probably wasn't serious. He was going to ignore it. Besides what he was doing- was incredibly fun.
He was invincible.
That other someone had surfaced from the depths of his blood to aid him in this battle. It was powerful. It was terrifying. His chi moved more freely than ever before - he pulled from an endless wellspring from beneath his feet. The energy sizzled, bursting out. Blazing. He fought with his bare fists, coated in that maddening, crackling energy. He didn't recall how many fights he had over the past ten minutes, and frankly, he didn't care to count. At least three or four including that bastard who had tried to shoot him. Ah, whatever. That didn't matter.
What mattered was Shermie.
He was going to kill Shermie.
She had tricked him. She had ambushed him. She tried to have him killed. There was no reason for her to live. Nobody could do something like that to him. He was going to kill her, just like anyone else who stood in his way.
*Bang - Thunk - Clang*
Rock flew across the courtyard and slammed his way into the building. His mind didn't know where he was going, but his bloodlust did. The venomous crackling in his blood knew exactly who it wanted to kill, and exactly where to find them. He followed the corridors as if he knew them by heart, as if he had lived here his whole life. There was an absolute confidence in his step. There was no room for fear or uncertainty in his euphoria-drunken brain.
Time to rumble...
A man peeked around a corner up ahead. He had a gun. Rock didn't care. He charged and hit him in the chest. Hard. His chi - which normally was used for reinforcement - exploded from his hand and wrecked havoc on the man's lungs. There was no visible wound - but Rock knew he had all but liquified the man's innards. All without a drop of blood spilled. Rock nodded at his handiwork and continued onwards without sparing the wheezing man a second glance.
He was just another victory.
Another conquest.
Time to move onwards.
Up ahead… a closed door. A dirty fluorescent lightbulb was mounted on top of it, and it lit the cracked concrete walls and floor with a pale, unsettling light. Any normal person would be put on edge by such a sight, but Rock Howard wasn't thinking straight. He was angry, he was invincible, and he was going to avenge himself on whoever crossed his path. That's what the crackling venom told him to do - and it just felt so good to obey it.
Time to eat shit, Shermie...
As he approached the door, he heard screaming from within - a familiar screaming?… that didn't matter right now. Shermie was behind that door. His blood assured him of it. It didn't matter what she was doing, because she was going to stop and die once he burst through and punched her in the skull.
Filled with confidence, he kicked down the door.
...
...
… ugh.
All at once, his bravado left him.
Because the atmosphere was chilling. Cold as the dark. There was something nasty in this room - nastier than anything he had encountered. It was the lair of some beast. Even that roaring man in his blood was put on edge. The hairs on the back of his neck stood. He felt his fists shaking. He narrowed his focus. Time slowed down. He stepped tentatively into the darkness.
"Hhhnnnnn..."
A sound from the back corner. A slow keening.
Rock swallowed hard. The wound in his shoulder suddenly began to sting. The euphoria was wearing off, and Rock was beginning to think this was a bad idea. He probably should have just gone back to the hotel instead of trying to kill Shermie - a fighter who his father had begged him not to cross. Just what were you thinking!
He flinched at the sound of cold liquid splattering on the concrete floor. Ragged gasping rang out in the dark. The sharp white flash of electricity fizzled out. He recognized that voice… someone he knew was gasping in the corner… who…
"Who's there!"
A low, sultry chuckling answered him.
"Is that you Rocky, mon gars~"
Shermie. She was standing there in the dark. Had she been waiting for him? Her voice seemed to float around the room. Just hearing it caused him to be angry. Rock narrowed his eyes and peered into the darkness, searching for his target.
"I certainly didn't expect you to break out and come here… did you come to join your girlfriend?"
Rock frowned, biding time for his vision to adjust. Why was it so dark in here?
"My girlfriend? What?... You mean Seirah?"
There was a long moment of silence. Then Shermie began to laugh. Rock could see something heaving in the corner.
"Ohhh… ohoho~ So you didn't come for your little bitch girlfriend… Whatever could you be here for?"
Rock focused on it, he clenched his fists and growled into the darkness.
"I'm here for you! You kidnapped me, and I'm going to punch you in the face."
The laughing continued. Rock felt his blood run cold.
"Corny, but respectable… heheh…. Ahahahahaha~ Ohh, Little Bitch girl… your boyfriend isn't even here to save you. He's here for me~"
"What are you talking about! Whip isn't even here! Come out! Nobody gets to kidnap me! Nobody gets to murder me! I'll break your neck!"
Rock howled into the darkness, trying to bouy his spirits. He focused on that heaving form - It was the only thing he could make out, and he set it as his target. His vision was starting to tunnel and things were beginning to blur into each other. Shermie's disembodied voice was laughing. Rock gritted his teeth and glanced around nervously. Where was she?
"Perhaps you're more of a man than I thought… Come then, kill me - before I kill her~ "
The lights flashed on.
…
...
...
A glance, and cold nails pierced his heart.
Then, pure rage filled his head.
Rock screamed in despair, and flew - roaring- at the cackling woman.
GUESS WHO"S BACK NEXT CHAPTER?!
kk: So Rock's got a condition known as "Being the Son of Geese Howard". Obv, blood is pretty important in the Kof universe, and certain pwers come along with certain family lines. (ie, Team Murder. Chiz. etc...). I read up on Gooseman- A coursory browse of his wiki page tells me he's just ultra good at earth energy manipulation. At least, better than Rock. it also seems that when Rock Uses too many of his Dad's techniques (which honestly I don't really see the diffrence between his and Terry's) his gets a little Goosey and feels pain.
Well just now he murdered somebody and is pretty much taking full advantage of his pedigree. Pretty much breaking his moral creed (or whatever, since he hates dad) He has better control over the earth energy - and the quality of such energy is more violent (these are my own liberties I took, because I didn't actually want to do research.)
Thankfully, it doesn't come with voices in his head. He just gets really mad. (This has happened before... like every time he punches Iori lmao)
K... let's see how many chapters I can write today kek.
