World's Bravest: Part 3
Cruel Intentions
The funeral was small and quiet. They watched from a distance as Mel and Eliza sobbed for the fallen warrior. They would not dare to make their presence known to them.
They all thought the exact same thing, although only one could verbalize it. "I can't believe we failed."
"We even knew where he was going to strike, but we couldn't do anything about it."
"Now we have no idea where he will strike next."
"What use would it be? We can't stop him anyways. I've never seen anyone that could do what he did to a person. Who are we kidding?"
Vega stood up. "We can't just give up. We have to fight."
Cammy stood up after Vega. "You've changed. You used to be a self- centered, egotistical bastard."
Vega chuckled. "Would you rather me return that way?"
They laughed to themselves before they left the scene. The failure was too much for them to handle.
George was packing up in his hotel room when he first saw it. He had just flipped the television on and seen the news story. The scenes were graphic and the accounts were horrifying. George ran to everyone's room. "Turn on the television, there is something you have to see!"
The murder took place in Japan. Two hours later they were on a jet flying there.
Demon Fist
He lifted the glass to his mouth and let the sweet elixir flow down his throat. His eyes were bloodshot and his mind was cluttered with thoughts of death and despair. It was a crushing blow when he learned of Ken's death. It was even worse when Eliza told him not to go to the funeral. Fighting had ruined her life and she wanted to sever all ties with that way of life. He crushed the shot glass between his fist and walked out of the bar. The street was crowded as he staggered along.
Another man walked toward him. A man who knew everything about him, about his fighting style and every weakness he possibly had. While the drunken man was catching his breath on a light-post he walked up and chuckled.
He spoke with a cocky tint to his voice. "Is this what the great street fighting champion was reduced? Binge drinking?"
Ryu looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "Who the hell are you?"
He chuckled and took off his hat. He moved his head close to Ryu's and spoke in the same cocky tone. "You know who I am simply by looking into my eyes. You see the lives I have taken. You see the pain of immortality. You see your own worst enemy. You see the murderer of your friend. You see Sheng-Long."
Ryu glared at him angrily. He did see it; he saw it all when he looked into his eyes. He took a drunken step toward him. Sheng-Long smiled and slammed his fist into Ryu's chest. Ryu's back slammed against the light post and he fell to a knee. He grabbed Ryu's face and laughed. "This is the best you can do? Attack in a drunken stupor?" He lifted Ryu by his neck and held him in the air. He began to squeeze his neck.
They had just had a hard day of classes. They always walked home together now. College life had taken its toll and several hours of studying were in the works. "Hey Sak, isn't that Ryu over there?"
Sakura lifted her head to see her hero being lifted. She didn't even answer her friend's question. Her fist slammed into the back of Sheng- Long's head. He stumbled forward a step then turned to see who had struck him. Sakura had her arms raised and was waiting for him to make a move.
He released Ryu who was gasping for breath and cocked an eyebrow at Sakura. "Is this the best they have to offer? Very well then, if she wishes to die I would be happy to grant that wish." He made a deep stance and leaned toward her.
Ryu saw he as he grasped for air. "Sakura? Go, run away."
Sheng-Long's foot being slammed into his chest cut his words short. Ryu's head slammed against the light post and he nearly fell unconscious.
Sakura couldn't see him coming. A woman's scream alerted all of Sheng- Long's attack. Sakura hit the brick wall hard and slid down to the sidewalk. The crowd widened around them. Sheng-Long began to walk forward toward her. He had a smirk on his face. "You have no idea what you have gotten into little girl."
He stumbled forward as he felt a blow to his back. He turned his head angrily to see the other girl. Sakura stared on in horror. "Hinata, run!"
The girl nodded and turned to run. Sheng-Long leapt over her and struck her from behind. She slid face first on the street. He grabbed her hair and lifted her up. He put his hand over his mouth and smiled. "You should never have moved." The blast traveled through Hinata's body. Smoke lifted from all the crevices of her body. He let go and she hit the ground, lifelessly sliding into an unnatural heap on the ground.
Sakura fell to her knees in tears. "You bastard!"
He chuckled. "Girls aren't meant to fight."
She lunged angrily and him. His hand was straight as it pierced her stomach. Blood dripped off the tip of his fingers. There was a scowl on his face. Sakura was shaking uncontrollably. An eerie glow emanated from his arm. Smoke wafted from her mouth as a blast ripped through her from his arm. He pushed her off his arm. Sirens ripped through the dead air. He turned his head to drunken shotokan warrior. "See what happens when you get others to fight for you?"
He walked away. The crowd parted for him. No one dared to stand in his way. Tears dripped down Ryu's face. On the sight of the corpses one in the crowd could be heard about to lose his meal. Ryu punched the ground, knowing there was nothing he could do. He knew Sheng-Long would return for him.
Cruel Intentions
The funeral was small and quiet. They watched from a distance as Mel and Eliza sobbed for the fallen warrior. They would not dare to make their presence known to them.
They all thought the exact same thing, although only one could verbalize it. "I can't believe we failed."
"We even knew where he was going to strike, but we couldn't do anything about it."
"Now we have no idea where he will strike next."
"What use would it be? We can't stop him anyways. I've never seen anyone that could do what he did to a person. Who are we kidding?"
Vega stood up. "We can't just give up. We have to fight."
Cammy stood up after Vega. "You've changed. You used to be a self- centered, egotistical bastard."
Vega chuckled. "Would you rather me return that way?"
They laughed to themselves before they left the scene. The failure was too much for them to handle.
George was packing up in his hotel room when he first saw it. He had just flipped the television on and seen the news story. The scenes were graphic and the accounts were horrifying. George ran to everyone's room. "Turn on the television, there is something you have to see!"
The murder took place in Japan. Two hours later they were on a jet flying there.
Demon Fist
He lifted the glass to his mouth and let the sweet elixir flow down his throat. His eyes were bloodshot and his mind was cluttered with thoughts of death and despair. It was a crushing blow when he learned of Ken's death. It was even worse when Eliza told him not to go to the funeral. Fighting had ruined her life and she wanted to sever all ties with that way of life. He crushed the shot glass between his fist and walked out of the bar. The street was crowded as he staggered along.
Another man walked toward him. A man who knew everything about him, about his fighting style and every weakness he possibly had. While the drunken man was catching his breath on a light-post he walked up and chuckled.
He spoke with a cocky tint to his voice. "Is this what the great street fighting champion was reduced? Binge drinking?"
Ryu looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "Who the hell are you?"
He chuckled and took off his hat. He moved his head close to Ryu's and spoke in the same cocky tone. "You know who I am simply by looking into my eyes. You see the lives I have taken. You see the pain of immortality. You see your own worst enemy. You see the murderer of your friend. You see Sheng-Long."
Ryu glared at him angrily. He did see it; he saw it all when he looked into his eyes. He took a drunken step toward him. Sheng-Long smiled and slammed his fist into Ryu's chest. Ryu's back slammed against the light post and he fell to a knee. He grabbed Ryu's face and laughed. "This is the best you can do? Attack in a drunken stupor?" He lifted Ryu by his neck and held him in the air. He began to squeeze his neck.
They had just had a hard day of classes. They always walked home together now. College life had taken its toll and several hours of studying were in the works. "Hey Sak, isn't that Ryu over there?"
Sakura lifted her head to see her hero being lifted. She didn't even answer her friend's question. Her fist slammed into the back of Sheng- Long's head. He stumbled forward a step then turned to see who had struck him. Sakura had her arms raised and was waiting for him to make a move.
He released Ryu who was gasping for breath and cocked an eyebrow at Sakura. "Is this the best they have to offer? Very well then, if she wishes to die I would be happy to grant that wish." He made a deep stance and leaned toward her.
Ryu saw he as he grasped for air. "Sakura? Go, run away."
Sheng-Long's foot being slammed into his chest cut his words short. Ryu's head slammed against the light post and he nearly fell unconscious.
Sakura couldn't see him coming. A woman's scream alerted all of Sheng- Long's attack. Sakura hit the brick wall hard and slid down to the sidewalk. The crowd widened around them. Sheng-Long began to walk forward toward her. He had a smirk on his face. "You have no idea what you have gotten into little girl."
He stumbled forward as he felt a blow to his back. He turned his head angrily to see the other girl. Sakura stared on in horror. "Hinata, run!"
The girl nodded and turned to run. Sheng-Long leapt over her and struck her from behind. She slid face first on the street. He grabbed her hair and lifted her up. He put his hand over his mouth and smiled. "You should never have moved." The blast traveled through Hinata's body. Smoke lifted from all the crevices of her body. He let go and she hit the ground, lifelessly sliding into an unnatural heap on the ground.
Sakura fell to her knees in tears. "You bastard!"
He chuckled. "Girls aren't meant to fight."
She lunged angrily and him. His hand was straight as it pierced her stomach. Blood dripped off the tip of his fingers. There was a scowl on his face. Sakura was shaking uncontrollably. An eerie glow emanated from his arm. Smoke wafted from her mouth as a blast ripped through her from his arm. He pushed her off his arm. Sirens ripped through the dead air. He turned his head to drunken shotokan warrior. "See what happens when you get others to fight for you?"
He walked away. The crowd parted for him. No one dared to stand in his way. Tears dripped down Ryu's face. On the sight of the corpses one in the crowd could be heard about to lose his meal. Ryu punched the ground, knowing there was nothing he could do. He knew Sheng-Long would return for him.