Different ways of life
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Disclamer: I don't own streetfighters I'm a broke.
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"_" speech
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(_) my short speeches
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Summary:
Imagine you're Ryu, what's your opinion about your life? Imagine you're Ken,
maybe Chun Li, maybe even Dan,
Sakura or anyone in this street fighter world. Let's just take it differently.
A POV special general fic.
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Please excuse me for my stupid grammatical mistakes. As I said before I'm not British nor American nor any English countries do I belong, mistakes may be possible for me and I'm tryng to reduce them as much as possble.
To Vammy: Sorry to dissapoint you but I've made up my mind to put him in the last chapter.
To all readers: Please make a list for me of the sf chars, and in sf3 please give me some ideas about them cause I never played it. Please read my bio there's a news.
To Duke: Yes I'll make chapters for Sakura and Akuma, infact everyone from sf2,sfa series and sfz series. Just I'll put them in later chapters.
To tiger: I think I e-mailed you about that yet....yes there will be since I'm a R+C fan too.
What are Red-Indian houses called, are they tents??
Sorry, I don't have any ideas about Red-Indian names too. Sorry for the silly names.
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POV of T-Hawk:
I was the leader of my Red-Indian tribe, my name is Thunder Hawk. I had a wife,and a daughter. We lived in peace. Our village was peaceful and no one had any connection with outer world except me and my trust worthy men. I was the one who was responsible for dealing with any type of communication.
One day, we went to the town nearby. It may be the nearest town but it was miles away from our village. I along with my trusty men went to the town. We had a very busy day and we were tired, we slept the night in an inn.
The next day after many hours of journey, we finally reached the village. No one showed up, there was a deadly silence and I felt something bad has happened.
As I was moving in I saw many houses burning, many people lying dead. I asked my crew to search for survivors. I made my way towards my house.
I feared for my family, I just hope they were alright. As I stood before the door, I wouldn't see the dead guards but pray for the best.I ran inside the house. I ran as fast as I could but before I reached the door, I found the door....ajar. "GOD PLEASE DON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO THEM" I prayed.
I entered the room. Tears build up in my eyes. "Welda, Feathers!" I cried my wife and daughter's name. I ran to them.
I-I couldn't see the last of them....alive. At least not till death. They remained lifeless. I couldn't tell them that I loved them. "WHY? WHY? WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DIE , WHY? OH GOD!"
I didn't see the bastard who killed them, but the survivors told me that they called themselves Shadowlaw and the leader responsible for all this was a tall man in a red millitary outfit, the terrorist called him Lord Bison.
I vowed to take down Bison and avenge my family and my people.
For many years I searched for Bison, there were many tournaments held which were heard to be hosted by Bison. I attended them and won but never found him, and never found a worthy opponent to prove my worth. I heard of Ryu, the wandering warrior, he never showed up in any of those tournaments, I thought that if I beat Ryu I'll prove myself strong, but after some years I began to believe he was only a legend. After some months I decided that tournaments won't help, I'ld have to go and search for Bison and Ryu some other way. I met Ken, an Amercan martial artist champion who was heard to be the best friend of Ryu.I fought him, and.......he won. I never imagined him such a strong warrior. I started my journeys throughout the world, there were many to whom I lost and to whom I learned.
At last I found him......."Bison. You'll pay for your sins", he merely laughed at me. With all my might I fought him but to him.....I showed of no worth, , he mocked at me, he let me live.....I hate this life, the life which was once for my family and for my people has turned into a nightmare. I understood that to be a worthy fighter I'ld have to give up many things and live a life alone, but.......I didn't have anything, without my family.....nothing, and my family is no longer with me.
For many years I travelled around the world. I fought may battles and won many and lost many.
I was called one of the best warriors in my village, but I learned that to be the best I'll have to face the best. They haven't seen the beginning nor the end of the world, and that is why I'll have find out better fighter.
I don't know anymore what my life is for, may be for revenge but a mystic fortune-teller told me that revenge is not a path of life. I will have a final fight with Bison and I'll find out why I live. For revenge or justice.......
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"AND THANKS TO ALL THOSE REVIEWERS WHO READ THIS AND REVIEWED MY BORING
FIC, IF I GET REVIEW LIKE THIS, I'M GONNA GO ON WRITING IT TILL THE VERY END
OF THE CHARACTERS I KNOW."
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