The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95
Based on the Characters of The King of Fighters '95 Copyright 1995(C) SNK
Original Fan Fiction Copyright (C) 1995 [ENGEL] Design Room 1995
This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)
"Which Character are you?"
Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match.
ORIGINAL CHAPTER
"Ignoring my conscience, I ordered around children for the Country's interests." Said a hero.
A story told by young fools, but remembered by old men.
"Youth is wasted on the young." An old man pushed his rose coloured, perfectly circular spectacles up his nose. "All we wanted, as old men… Miss…"
…
During the final throes of war, ALL of the nations, not just OURS, did what must NOT have been done. Ignoring their conscience, they forced children to fight for their Country's interests.
…and many philosophers decades in the future surmised, that such a heinous act was even more horrible than unleashing nuclear weapons.
The time was December 21, 1979. In New Hong Kong - New Brazil. (129)
A ceasefire for Rhodesia is signed at London.
December 24, 1979 – The Soviet Union covertly launches its invasion of Afghanistan. Afghanistan is eventually known as "the Kingdom where Empires go to die.
"Seonsaengnim." A Korean teenager placed a tray in between them. On it was a medium sized kettle of tea and two cups on either side. Ofcourse there were two small pots for lumps of sugar and cream.
"Thank you sir." Knight said to the boy as he sat on his wooden chair.
Heidern said nothing, sitting next to his friend.
"Heidern." Jung said flatly, instinctively bowing so exaggeratedly as Orientals tended to do before walking away.
A bit perplexed the Knight shuffled his brows but just leaned back. "The Oriental seems like a good boy," he chuckled, "Like all your boys here. It must be nice being served like a king."
Everything that is done here – is with purpose. This is all just an equal exchange of goods and services. As with life a fine accounting of gifts and favours.
"Heidern?" Knight looked to his side at his old friend, seemingly wondering if he had heard Heidern speak but just missed it.
"Nothing." Heidern said.
The Knight reached for the cup nearest to him but Heidern put his hand over the back of Knight's knuckles. "No, this one is yours," Heidern said. Motioning at the opposite cup nearest to him.
Knight laughed. "OK, thank you Wilhelm." Cradling his warm cup in his hand. "Six lumps of sugar is certainly too much for me."
"Five." Heidern corrected.
"Ah yes, five." The British man took a sip. "Does the sugar still keep you from getting very angry?"
"Maybe." Heidern crossed the table and grabbed the opposite cup, taking a slow sip.
"Certainly, a perplexing idea, and one may wonder if that could be the cure for all our woes?"
Heidern took another sip and hemmed and hawed. Looking across to Knight, Heidern jeered. "Do ALL British people talk like this?"
"No," Knight smiled. "Only when making fun of their friend." Flashing a wide, beaming grin.
"Hegh!" Heidern huffed. "CERtainLY…" twisting his inflection ridiculously as he leaned back, "This place is not as comfortable as your home, my friend." But thank you.
Thank you for being here with me. Here we are again, in a place filled with boys fighting for no reason, sitting on two wooden chairs, looking up at the sky – waiting for the world to end.
Two brittle, middle aged men sat on their chairs gazing upon a vast plot of land, simply watching as boys filled with youth beat each other senseless in front of them, without a care in the world. Just like they had once done, during the end of the world.
Knight leaned forward and was about to speak when…
"Thank you, Knight." Heidern said.
Thank you for taking Clark to your doctor.
"Huhn." The Knight said nothing and only furled his lips – simply not knowing what to say. "Huhn…" The British man looked downwards and noticed 3 pieces of paper on the table in front of them.
…
When this hole is not filled, then people will forcefully fill this hole with ANYTHING.
'…Herr Heidern, I hope you are well.
I see the seasons change again to spring, and while I sit here, not a moment passes that I am not thankful of what you have done for me.
To this very day, I still cannot forget the sounds of the bombs dropping down on us in Pforzheim. Up to now I still do not understand why the enemy was willing to kill their own protégé, was it a worthy exchange if only to take OURS with them too.
I am sure that you are tired of hearing this, but not a day passes that I am not thankful to you… For what you did, our hero.
…but I am a battered man now and I ask you again, for your help…
Herr Heidern, I grow bored sitting here, knowing that I am helpless, so I ask for your help.
I hope one day you would reply to me. Tell me about your dreams, so I may one day repay you for saving my life. Please, tell me your dream, for the riches I had accumulated all these years could make YOUR dreams come true. Because 32 years is far a long time to be lonely.'
…
"Wilhelm, what do you want to talk about?"
Heidern put his cup down. Looked at the Knight, then back forward. Saying nothing. "Nothing."
"Wilhelm, one does not simply leave a written letter in front of two old friends and refuse to talk about what was to happen next in this story." Knight sighed, knowing Heidern all too well.
"…"
"Heidern. If only to pass the time." Because, we have already sat in silence for far too long, even after fighting each other to the death, and it grows tiring my friend.
"A man named Vogel." Heidern sighed. "I think it's been over 30 years, somebody wrote me letters, without fail, every 6 months…"
"Was he a Deutsches Jungvolk too?"
"No."
"Was he [there]?"
"Yes, he was [there]." Heidern replied so matter of factly. "…and you were probably the one who broke his spine… and… and I was not able to stop you."
Knight said nothing, he only looked forward, sipping his tea, savouring its sweet taste as he breathed in the aroma at the same time. He was not sure if the words were backhanded insults, or simply a self deprecating claw that pulled Heidern back into the darkness.
"Yet…" Heidern said looking outwards at the sky his friend gazed upon too. "For over 30 years Vogel never felt any resentment, and thanked me for saving his life."
…
'BUT, if I were able to make a selfish request, please, one day come visit me here in Germany, and lay your hand on my daughter. She, my daughter, I fear would be lost – and I am a weak man unable to see her to the proper way. Please, Heidern… Just as you had ONCE saved all of us, all I ask is not for you to save me, again, but save my daughter – so she may not share the same fate as you and I.
In exchange for this… I will gladly offer all my riches, Wilhelm Heidern, my dear friend.
-Vogel'
…
"Vogel repeatedly asked me for 32 years to visit him and meet his daughter." Heidern droned. "Then 3 years ago the letters stopped."
Already sighing, because both of them had been through this all so many times before. Even when his wife was ready to remind him, the Knight could not help but speak out of line and just blurt out when silence was sufficient. "Why do you do this, Wilhelm?"
"I don't know… I just…" Heidern replied, droning out interweaving his fingers into each other. "I just don't know."
"IT's not your fault Heidern. None of this was YOUR fault." No matter what you do… teenage boys, small children compared to both of them now, continued to fight amongst themselves, and lifting heavy weights on their backs in order to keep this place clean.
In New Brazil, Wilhelm Heidern built a Private Military Army filled with lost boys, and sat idly as the world continued to turn, not knowing what would come next. But all he could offer you was a warm pot of tea, with an ample amount of sugar and cream to keep the memories away. Two men sitting on two chairs, reliving the past over and over again.
These children you took in – in order to build a small kingdom in this small town – fighting wars in proxy for other people. This small world you built for yourself with all these lost children… what do you want to accomplish?
Do you think this will save you, in the end?
…
DO you? Wilhelm Heidern?
Was this simply penance for a heavy burden of guilt, or, is this a carefully laid out plan?
"It's not your fault, Wilhelm."
…
Munich, Germany, 1979.
Do not forget the rules.
Muchiko, with the whip handle on her right hand, right foot forward. The girl, likely 11 years old, held the whip's thong taut over her head with her left hand. Watching carefully as Heidern stood 20 feet in front of her. Waiting for his next move.
The FIRST lesson… think… two steps… three…
Heidern's right foot twitched. He is going to attack to my LEFT!
Instead, Heidern jumped to Muchiko's RIGHT side. A! The small girl panicked, shuffling back.
If you are unable to predict – and defend against a superior attack, why just not let him?
A combination of infinite possibilities.
Heidern pulled back his claw, targeting her face again.
Then why not let him? Muchiko shifted feet backwards, exchanging positions so her left hand was now forward and her right hand with the whip handle was behind her. She stumbled back and rolled on the floor and Heidern was ready to drive down with his attack.
The FOURTH lesson, coerce your enemy to attack you at a logical position pre determined by you.
Heidern smiled with a hearty laugh, slamming his open fist into the floor. The girl rolled to one side, flipped backwards, hell over head - and perhaps years of dancing was not just for show after all – using the centrifugal motion unleashed her whip upwards with a HARD and LOUD SNAP! Like a scorpions tail rising up from underneath the sand.
There are TWO ways to become a God. One – is to be able to predict the future, read your enemy's mind. But. If that is impossible… then it may be easier, to MANIPULATE him.
An Ultimate Truth – and is the tenant of making today and yesterday – one and the same.
The FOURTH LESSON. TO reduce your enemy's permutation and combination of attacks, from infinity, to ONE.
A+B. Heidern turned his body barely dodging the attack as it quickly snapped past his nose, missing his eye just by a hair.
YES! YES! Heidern grinned. Yes. Muchiko Vogel. The Whip! Bit by bit.
Bit by bit, with careful, loving care… Molded through VIOLENCE. Tempered by PAIN. Paid for from restitution, and fueled by purpose. With loving care, yet harsh cruelty…
…
Muchiko sat on her chair, flipping through the pages carefully. "Can you learn from books? Just from books?"
"You have to." Heidern replied, pulling another book from one of the tall array of shelves amassed by her father. He dropped it in front of the girl. "Because I will not stay long." The book in front of her, on top of a carefully curated stack of others, was titled 'Classical and Modern Knife Fighting – a Comparison'.
"Because I have…" She scowled. Though, if you watched carefully, her shoulder began to slump, looking downcast her chest collapsed on itself.
"Because you have NO power. Plain and simple."
…
1979.
"No matter what you do, Heidern." Knight said. "It won't stop, this cycle of agony won't stop, until you realize that none of this was your fault. You don't have to do this…"
If you continue to pretend that transgressions of the past linger, then this pain will beget more pain, and for what reason? For justice? Or for your vanity?
"You're mistaken, my friend." You've always, ALWAYS been mistaken.
The fire has always been burning, and if THEY refuse to lay down their arms, neither can I.
Because one day…. Yesterday… and today… will one day…
…
With loving care…
Heidern chopped with his open hand under the girl's wrist, pulled back and with his entire strength embedded his fist into her diaphragm.
…yet with very harsh cruelty… slowly, very slowly and certainly…
Heidern twisted and drove a solid side kick into her stomach, launching the small girl into the wall.
The aluminum knife spun across the ground. Muchiko, 11 years old doubled over on the floor wheezing, unable to speak, unable to scream and could hardly breathe as her lungs collapsed. "Sha lessshh…. HAUGH… Sha sixth…" she silently huffed dryly.
Heidern took a step back and only watched as the girl writhed on the floor.
Why? Why must THIS continually happen? Over and over again? Why do I have to see this? Wasn't this supposed to be some sort of restitution, to atone for what I did and what I was not able to do?
Watching children SUFFER – as punishment?
Seconds droning out into minutes, the silence collected as a heavy weight on the grown man's shoulders.
…molding the girl, as well, into a BEAST.
"GHAGH!" Muchiko coughed as she regained her voice. "Water!" She shouted, pulling herself desperately back into consciousness. "I SAID… I need WATER! Where are you!?" She screeched.
Heidern's brows furrowed, then, they relaxed and drooped sadly.
"Do you hear me!?"
You have no power. So you are like this.
…
Muchiko threw the empty glass on the wall, shattering it into small pieces. "Evelyn! Where are you?!" Muchiko called out to her maid.
Heidern crossed his arms behind his back, looking out the window paying no attention to the small girl's tantrum. She put both hands over the steel cart in front of her and turned it over, breaking the glass over the floor.
"EVELYN!" She called out to her servant feverishly.
Heidern said nothing, looking left and right. It was a dark and silent palace that had now had deteriorated into a steady state of decay with dirt and grime. Dust and garbage littered abound. Cobwebs accumulated in the corners and hidden agony left in dark spaces, waiting for forgiveness.
"AAAUGH!" Muchiko picked up a chair and threw it at the far wall.
…
Heidern sat across Muchiko and on a small table he pushed forward a notebook. "This is all I can do for you. Tomorrow I leave Fraulein Muchiko. This is all I can give to you, and the REST is up to you."
Without even responding, the girl did not even want to look up to the man and with the notebook in her hand flipped open the first page, and on it was a single line.
"I have enjoyed your father's letters to me these last 32 years. With this, ALL debts are repaid to your father. Except for one… this ONE you owe, ME." Heidern said.
…and it is one memory I have truly enjoyed with you.
Muchiko did not respond and only bit her lip in disgust.
There is only ONE line on your notebook.
"One day." Heidern said. One day in the far future. Even if you have NO power, however, if you overcome all of these hardships without me. "Find me. Little girl." And, if you see through this all, FIND me… The greatest lesson you can teach to a child, is the concept of responsibility, and the concept of consequences that come from the result of EACH and EVERY action. You have to be responsible for ALL those actions.
The distinction between children and adults is that an adult understands that they need to repay this one debt. When you are ready, then come find me. These chains of responsibility.
Diese Ketten sind es, die Menschen davon abhalten, TEUFEL zu werden.
…
"This, none of this was YOUR fault, Heidern." The world was rotating and revolving around the sun even if you had not been born. That war would have happened without you.
…and without that little girl too.
…
For all those who steep in constant agony, TIME is a cheap, and a readily available commodity. For all to suffer with equity as the rain falls.
"You have to overcome this pain on your own, little girl." You have to carry this weight on your own. And, after all the LESSONS… when you do, on your own, despite your weakness… "Come find me." If you wish to see it through to the END. I will wait for you.
Surpass your insignificance, OVERCOME your petty weakness. FIND ME.
The BEAST – part 25.
With harsh cruelty, but great love and care, he had unwittingly, despite his original intentions, he had also molded them to BEASTS in his image. Beautiful MONSTERS who would fight even to the ends of the Earth at his behest.
…
1979. Munich Germany. 3 weeks prior.
"Hello, mister." An old grandmother smiled next to Heidern.
"Hello ma'am." Heidern faced to the small crone who had innocently walked next to him.
"Are you going to that castle young man?"
"Yes. Yes I am." Heidern replied flatly.
"Do you know the master of the house?"
"Yes I do, ma'am." He said. "He is an old friend of mine, from the war."
"Zweiter Weltkrieg… oh… so sad." She hemmed and hawed pulling her hood over her head as she felt the fleeting cold. "I lost two sons to that war. Oh, so sad."
Heidern crossed his arms and without much emotion simply said "I came to visit my friend and his daughter."
"Oh! Oh dear sir…" She said as plain as the manner of speaking of the time. "Have you not heard? That castle… the poor girl." The old women gingerly put her hand over Heidern's inner elbow. "I am sorry, but it's too late for that girl…"
…
If you one day become STRONG, then, come FIND me. Fraulein Vogel.
ALL who were lost. ALL who were hungry, lonesome and filled with sorrow. He came to collect them. Each and every one – with great care… with loving patience and great cruely, he raised them to become Monsters. SO they could meet at the END OF THE WORLD. HERE.
1990, (22) A.D. (32 minutes After. Destruction.) 12:32 AM
You cannot save that girl…
But, she kept on running. RUNNING. The drops of water bursting on the tip of her nose as she drove her body forward. A clockwork fashion, with numbered lessons one by one repeating in her mind. That lesson… TO BREAK the chain that binds. In order to defy GOD and undo the shackles that bound us. He gave us FREE WILL, but he did not think that his Childrens would take the step to defy his pre-determined destiny…
…did you not THINK that…?
Fraulein Vogel…
"The SIXTH lesson…" Whip whispered…
"Director W?!" (162) Carl said into the speaker, but by that time, Whip had already turned around and broke into a feverish run, sprinting with her entire strength away from her enemies and towards her own helicopter.
The Apache helicopter flew forward on instinct towards his mistress at the middle of the rooftop to defend her in the likely scenario where the Blackhawk were to strike her from the back as she retreated. "Don't you DARE!"
"Carl?" His co-pilot said, with a growing tension and fear in his voice. "CAAARL!"
Whip ran hard and fast, not even sparing a moment to slow her pace and only continued to accelerate. This much her subordinates clearly understood. When time walked through quagmire into slowly fleeting frames… whump whump.. whump… whum.. WHUMP!
One by one the rotating blades spun as Whip paid no heed to any consequences and her body crossed the underbelly of the Apache attack helicopter in freeze frame when Carl's mind screamed in shock.
The Apache helicopter pilot slowly rotated his head, turning around in order to track his mistress who ran with all cylinders blaring, now, away from the Apache, and to the far side of the roof.
"Director?" Carl said… "DIRECTOR W!" The helicopter swung around violently, tossing Mature and Rugal backwards with the sudden change in pressure.
The Apache now turned and flew forward in chase. "This is the 35th floor, Director!" Carl said into his earpiece as his co pilot white knuckled his armrests with both hands.
…
"…and this is the quickest way to Heidern." Whip responded. "Aren't you a gold medalist, Carl?"
"Director Whip!"
Is THAT man special to you, too?
Is he precious to you?
"Stand down. Stand down, DAMN IT!" Mature commanded into her earpiece.
…we meet at the opposite sides of this [story]. If we are indeed CONNECTED by destiny.
Rugal stumbled onto the ground when his legs failed him, and so did Mature. Mature put her forearm over her face to shield her eyes, but she, and the pilots of the Blackhawk helicopter behind her could only remained stunned at the events that unfolded in front of them.
GRAVITY binds us to the Earth. Unable to move forward without an invisible chain.
…
"What are you doing?!" The girl scoffed.
Heidern looked outside, then looked back at her. "Jump." Heidern said.
PLEASE, COME FIND ME.
Does not GRAVITY, scare you, does it not BIND you too?
One does not simply ask if a miracle can occur. By virtue of their conviction, one's actions can demand it!
Did you read my mind, Heidern? Or, did you coerce me to change the future?
Mouthing invisible words, Mature spoke to herself, drowned out by the helicopter blades.
Whip ran without slowing her pace and the distance between her and the edge was steadily becoming so very shorter.
"CARL! DO SOMETHING! CARL!" His co-pilot screamed.
Carl lunged forward, executing 5 commands at once taxing the limits of his body and mind. He kept the Apache helicopter steady, hardened his appendages taut to keep the monster steady, he flipped the guard over the switch in front of him free… and he thought… to himself.
Without warning, all at once his entire world become to crumble as with LOUD and BLARING screams, DESTINY demanded him to stop and perform, to STAND and DELIVER at an instant. "In helicopter slalom, I could have been a silver medalist, but…"
In front of them Director Whip kept on running without stopping, and the distance between her and the edge of the roof rapidly begun to shorten with each fleeting moment.
I could have been somebody, if, in another world, an Olympic event exists, I would have been great, you hear me. Carl pressed the button under the red protective cover he had flipped up and from underneath the Apache Helicopter an 8 pronged stainless steel claw launched out.
Tied to a 1" diameter steel braided cable, the claw roared with hungry fangs, targeting the pair of 12" dangling rings bolted to the back of Whip's full body harness.
"CARL!"
"FUCK!"
The claw SLAMMED hard on the concrete a clear 2 feet behind whip, and to Carl's co-pilot's horror, she did not stop. Muchiko kept RUNNING to the edge.
"CARL!"
"…" I hear you. I hear you… Carl breathed in.
Just keep on running straight, Madam Director. Straight… at the same pace, same velocity, and at the same constant acceleration… trust in your men.
He mouthed silent words, and Carl did not hear anything else by now. As the world stopped, everything grew silent, and by now a warm calming peace enveloped him in a slight reassuring peace. Breathe in, breathe out… Carl moved his right hand and flipped up the second red shield over the button – over it were strange words labeled in bold font.
If there was an Olympic event…
The words said "UFO CATCHER".
"If there was an event for UFO CATCHER, I would have been… a GOLD MEDALIST, my friend."
Carl pressed the button and fired the second claw in front of an explosive charge that launched it forward.
The sounds of the world faded into silence…
JUMP! JUMP!
Being right handed, Muchiko's left foot floated over the edge of the rooftop and pushed off from her right foot into the air fearlessly.
Muchiko, without even looking away from her trajectory, without even slowing her stride leapt off the edge of the roof.
Her small body, no more than 130 pounds floated in the clear plain air. For just an instant, when death was the inevitable result, she felt the sweet liberation from it all. …and this was HIS gift.
"Ah!" Muchiko, the Whip took a cool breath in. So this is how it feels? Is this how it feels… Herr Heidern."
Liberated from regret. Released from agony and fear. The feeling of weakness leaving the human body and be immortal. TO. To be free! The ground had given way and all that was left was a sinking feeling of empty darkness as Whip fell to her inevitable death, with nothing more than fleeting thoughts that seemed so inconsequential as the prospect of DEATH clears the mind. Thank you for giving me this power. Thank you for setting me FREE, Heidern.
"Director! DIRECTOR WHIP!"
Tell me, is THIS not enough to repay you? IF NOT. Then come BACK, and tell me what I must do? Wilhelm Heidern.
…
1984. Munich, Germany. 5 years later.
Carl Lewis wins 4 gold medals in the Olympic games including the 100m and 200m dash.
"Are you going to go to that castle sir?" An old woman asked the old man next to her.
"How did you know, miss?" The man, 63 years old asked inquisitively.
"Oh, another strange man did the same thing 5 years ago," she said.
"Ah. So only old men come here, miss? Youth is wasted on the young." The man pushed his rose coloured, perfectly circular spectacles up his nose. "I haven't been here in a long time. It's good to be home."
"It's best you stay away, sir." She warned, as she did to anyone who came here, shaking her head. "After the war, they've been rounding up those who were left and punishing them."
He laughed a bit. "Let the virtuous people be. They will never stop and they will never understand. The war ended many decades ago, and all of us have already been punished thoroughly."
Will they not understand? That by continuing this animosity, they only force us to one day take up arms, when we can no longer take any more.
WE JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE.
…
Chapter 165: Sins of Very Evil Men.
THUNK-CLACK! The 8 stainless steel claws locked back, ratcheting like 4 individual handcuffs through the 12" metal ring dangling behind whip's back as the INERTIA rocked the woman's consciousness back into the real world.
Just like THAT time.
From her toes, up her feet, legs, midsection, chest, hear and up her neck, the sudden JOLT of life SHOCKING her back to life like a defibrillator flashing electricity from her eyes.
Well, if this world is SHIT. If this world is so horrible and sad. If this world is SHIT. Then, why… why am I still alive?!
The 1" braided steel cable pulled back taut as the winch from under the apache automatically retracted like a seatbelt designed to hold back a giant.
"Carl!" he grinned in glee.
"Yeah." Carl exploded in rapture.
Whip opened her eyes, welcomed back to the world. "Yes, you're a gold medalist, Carl." Whip crossed her forearms over her face and braced for impact as her body pendulumed and rotated back towards the skyscraper behind her.