Guile walked sullenly towards his car, watching as the sun began to rise to end the longest night of his life.  He had just finished his third meeting with the general in charge of the base; each meeting had revealed something more horrible than the one preceding it.  Guile stepped into his car and began driving to the hospital where he had taken Cammy.  He though about Charlie as he drove.  The bastards at Shadowlaw did something to him.  What was it and can it be reversed? If it can the trouble isn't over, we still have to find the ones who did this and charge them with everything Charlie did while under their control.  Everything.  A small tear escaped his eyelid and he quickly wiped it away.  Come on Guile you need to be the strong one here.  He parked and walked to Cammy's room at the hospital.  It was now very early in the morning for those who slept, so the hospital was dark and quiet.  When he walked into Cammy's room she was sleeping still.  That's how she was when he left her.  After stitching up the wound on her side, Cammy began acting wild and demanding to be taken to her father.  The doctors gave her a sedative so she would calm down and rest.  Though not a dangerous amount, she had lost a good amount of blood.  He took at seat at her bedside.  Poor kid, how am I going to tell her?  She has been through so much with her father, and now this.  He reached his arm out and stroked her hair softly.  She then began to stir as she grabbed his hand and spoke.

"Dad."

"No it's me, Guile."

           Cammy tried to lift her eyelids; they felt so heavy.  After a few moments of extreme concentration, she successfully completed the simple task.  Then she realized where she was.  A hospital.  She laid her head to the side and looked at Guile, who sat in a chair at her bedside.  He looked like he had been to hell and back.  A huge scrape was on the side of his face, his lip was busted, a large bruise and the top of his forehead, along with the other small cuts and bruises that littered his face.  In addition to these injuries, his arm was in a sling.  However the most notable thing was the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.

"Hi-"

Cammy said weakly.  She was still tired.

"-How long have you been here?"

"Not long, you feeling better?"

"Still a little tired.  The drugs just need to wear off.  My mind's racing, I want to see Dad."

"Cammy…"

Guile paused and began again.

"Some really bad people are the ones that did that to him.  I'm still not so sure what they did, but whatever it was, that isn't Charlie in his body.  No way in hell."

Cammy nodded in agreement.  After a long silence Cammy spoke again.

"Hey, where's Mum?  Did you call her?"

           Guile felt himself let his eyes widen before they dropped to gazing at the floor.  He could still see very clearly the horrible images from last night.  He had gone to pick up Camilla and take her to see Cammy, because she wasn't answering the phone.  When he arrived, she didn't answer the door either.  When he found it unlocked he walked in and saw it, saw her.  Camilla was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, dead.  Everything after that was a long blur.  Him calling the police, meeting with the General for the first, second, and third time, finding out that Charlie had been the one that did it.  No not Charlie.  And now he had to tell Cammy that her mother was dead, murdered, by her father.

"What's wrong Guile?  Why isn't she here?"

Guile couldn't look into Cammy's eyes as he spoke.

"A little bit ago you told me that you understood that it isn't your dad in his body, right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Cammy, let me say this my way.  I won't be able to handle it if I don't."

Guile took a deep breath and started saying the words that he knew would break her heart.

"When Charlie was himself, for the moments he was, all that he could think of was finding you.  He told you that.  Of course he would look for you at your house before his.  Well when he got to your house, you weren't there, and, well, your mother was, and he snapped, just like when we were with him.  And…oh God Cammy…he…he killed her."

           Cammy was staring blankly at the wall.  No flood of tears, no loud sobs, no body convulsions, she was all out of those; only the painful feeling of her heart being ripped apart within her chest.  Her father, her mother, she couldn't believe it.  She was all alone.  Guile stood and reached his good arm out to her.  She put her hand out and blocked his embrace.

"Just don't."

She watched as Guile wrapped that arm around himself.  She had never seen him like this before.  He was usually so in control, like her Dad.  After a few more minutes of this, Cammy spoke.

"Guile?  What about Dad?"

"He's under close observation.  He hasn't been back if that's what you mean.  Either he has been staring blankly at the wall or fighting us violently.  He's still not back."

"You mean they are studying him like some animal!"

"They have to in order to make him himself again."

Cammy didn't changer her expression.

"I want to see him.  Be where he's at."

"Well as soon as we get you all checked out of here, I'm going to take you to stay with Jane and Melissa until things are put back together.  I'm sure I will be able to inform you on his condition if he progresses."

"NO! I said I-want-to-see-him."

"But Cammy, if you would-"

"GUILE!  I'm not going to let him slip through my fingers; he's all I have left now.  I'm his daughter and I won't leave him to suffer alone. No way no how."

           Vega couldn't help but smile as he received the news from General Bison of the mission's failure.  Now he was going to get to terminate the soldier, who now had a name, Charles Nash.  The fool has only succeeded in killing a mere woman.  I think I am going to enjoy this very much.  He then pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it, his ice blue eyes dark and cold with desire.  

"after all, I did promise to take care of his daughter for him."

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