Author's notes: Mel is a sick, sick, SICK little girl. Heh. That's your warning for the lemon in this chapter. ::sweatdrop::
ANYway, I'm so happy I actually got a review! ^_^ I'm afraid I worded the last a/n wrong; this is the first I've written in the SF section. I've loved Street Fighter for as long as I can remember, but this is the first SF fanfiction that I've been successful enough with to actually post here. I've tried many other times, but none were good enough, or I just couldn't stick with them. I think the hardest part of this one is doing Vega in first person POV; trying to be able to get into his mind and actually understand him at a perspective that perhaps a normal, sane person could relate to, but actually seem somewhat accurate to his character. Other than that (which bases the entire freaking story), I think I might be able to pull this off. ^^; Anyway, thank you so, so much for reviewing, Vammy. It meant a lot to me to know that I'm doing a decent job (at least up to this point). ^.^;
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Opening my eyes was almost relaxing; the blur of grey and shaded lights told me that at least I was alive. But then I realized where I was, and feared I wouldn't be alive for long.
I lifted my head slightly to see the small-framed girl with short strawberry-blonde hair mixing fluids, her back turned to me until she heard movement. She tilted her head towards me and put down the vials, approaching. "You're awake," she said quietly, lifting my hand and pressing her index finger and thumb against my wrist. "You seem to be in decent condition now. You just needed some rest," her voice was soft and had a nervous tone. She always sounded like she was afraid of something, but she never was; she couldn't feel anything she wasn't ordered to.
"How did I end up at the base?" I groaned, resting my head back down. My throat was still sore.
She looked up to my face for a second, then began scribbling something into a notepad on the metal table I was set on. "An agent was sent to deliver a message to you, and found you unconscious," she abruptly stopped writing and stared into the floor. "Oh yes, Master Bison wanted to see you once you regained consciousness. I'll tell him you're awake," she mumbled, apparently more to herself than to me, and walked calmly but briskly out the door, which closed behind her.
At that moment, I wished I had never woken up. If the master wanted to see me after I had been found defeated, there was only one thing that could happen: exactly what I feared the night before.
"Maybe if I don't look this weak, he won't be so angry," I mumbled to myself as I always did. With that hope, I brought myself into a sitting position, but too quickly, it seemed; my head was spinning for a minute until I could see straight again. It had been a long time since I was in one of the medical rooms, I realized, barely recognizing the layout. Slower than I sat up, I brought myself onto my feet. I retained balance easily enough, and after getting firmly into position, I stood facing the door, apprehensive of when he would walk in.
After only a few moments, the metal door slid open. I tried as much as possible to look him in the as he appreciated, but I couldn't raise my eyes any higher than the plates on his boots. After the door slid shut behind him, he just stood before me for a moment, until he spoke. "Explain."
I realized then that I couldn't even entirely explain it to myself. I wasn't completely sure what had actually happened back there. "I was attacked, sir," I summed up.
"I can see that much, Vega," a tone of annoyance was in his voice, "I want to know what happened. Who were you attacked by, and why the hell didn't you defend yourself?"
My eyes fell lower, down to the floor. I tried to keep as much of a calm expression as possible. "I don't know who attacked me. He came out of nowhere and I didn't sense his presence. I tried to defend myself, but--"
An angry mix of a sigh and a growl came from him, cutting me off; he understood what I was saying. "What the hell is wrong with you?! I had to punish you just six days ago! Are you getting weak on me?!"
"Sir, I couldn't--"
Before I could finish, he grabbed a handful of the hair hanging on the side of my face and yanked me down to my knees. "I don't need excuses, Vega. If you can barely survive out of my control, I'll either have to babysit you all the time or let them kill you. I can't have incidents like this giving Shadoloo a bad reputation!" he shouted as he pulled again, forcing me into the wall against my chest. I knew it would turn out like this; one slip-up was enough to set him off until you agreed that your mistake was unforgivable.
While the right side of my head was pressed against the wall, he grabbed my arms with enough force to make my hands go numb. My abdomen was shoved harder against the metal when he pressed his weight against me. I was having difficulty breathing, putting strain on my throat which still ached. That didn't matter to him, though. The 'punishment' calmed his anger and that was all that mattered, no matter how much hell it was for the people he controlled.
The ripping sound was enough to make me regret letting that man take me down so easily. But the fear and shame wasn't enough for the master; he thrived off of physical pain. He forced his way into me, quickly and painfully. I forced my eyes shut as far as I could and inhaled sharply, as much as my chest would allow me to. The pain increased and as he drove further through me, he forced my legs further apart until his knees were against the wall. A strained groan escaped from my throat. I tried as much as I could to keep my emotions under control and just wait for the torture to end; I'd been through it before and I didn't need that hell weighing down my confidence on my next mission.
The worst came with the climax. I knew it would be over soon, but the pain made it impossible to ignore any longer. I let out as much of a cry as I could, dulling when he finally pulled out. When he released the crushing grip on my arms, I slowly slid onto the floor. My eyes eased as I regained control of my body again, but still didn't open. After a few moments of tormenting silence as I knew he was looking down on me, satisfied with my shame, his footsteps retreated toward the door. "Sagat will be sent to find this man. I can't have it thought that Shadoloo can be taken so lightly, even if some can't live up to their expectations."
The metal slid open to let him out, then closed me in, finally alone again. Outwardly, I looked emotionless. In my mind, I was furious with myself. In truth, I hated myself for letting him do that to me, without even resisting. That was just one of the many ways he controlled me.
When he approached me and I joined with him, I wasn't aware of what he was really capable of. Once I was a part of Shadoloo, I couldn't get out. Everything that the other members and I did was monitored, and we couldn't step out of line even once. We were all his pawns and none of us knew it at first. I'd never have my life back.
ANYway, I'm so happy I actually got a review! ^_^ I'm afraid I worded the last a/n wrong; this is the first I've written in the SF section. I've loved Street Fighter for as long as I can remember, but this is the first SF fanfiction that I've been successful enough with to actually post here. I've tried many other times, but none were good enough, or I just couldn't stick with them. I think the hardest part of this one is doing Vega in first person POV; trying to be able to get into his mind and actually understand him at a perspective that perhaps a normal, sane person could relate to, but actually seem somewhat accurate to his character. Other than that (which bases the entire freaking story), I think I might be able to pull this off. ^^; Anyway, thank you so, so much for reviewing, Vammy. It meant a lot to me to know that I'm doing a decent job (at least up to this point). ^.^;
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Opening my eyes was almost relaxing; the blur of grey and shaded lights told me that at least I was alive. But then I realized where I was, and feared I wouldn't be alive for long.
I lifted my head slightly to see the small-framed girl with short strawberry-blonde hair mixing fluids, her back turned to me until she heard movement. She tilted her head towards me and put down the vials, approaching. "You're awake," she said quietly, lifting my hand and pressing her index finger and thumb against my wrist. "You seem to be in decent condition now. You just needed some rest," her voice was soft and had a nervous tone. She always sounded like she was afraid of something, but she never was; she couldn't feel anything she wasn't ordered to.
"How did I end up at the base?" I groaned, resting my head back down. My throat was still sore.
She looked up to my face for a second, then began scribbling something into a notepad on the metal table I was set on. "An agent was sent to deliver a message to you, and found you unconscious," she abruptly stopped writing and stared into the floor. "Oh yes, Master Bison wanted to see you once you regained consciousness. I'll tell him you're awake," she mumbled, apparently more to herself than to me, and walked calmly but briskly out the door, which closed behind her.
At that moment, I wished I had never woken up. If the master wanted to see me after I had been found defeated, there was only one thing that could happen: exactly what I feared the night before.
"Maybe if I don't look this weak, he won't be so angry," I mumbled to myself as I always did. With that hope, I brought myself into a sitting position, but too quickly, it seemed; my head was spinning for a minute until I could see straight again. It had been a long time since I was in one of the medical rooms, I realized, barely recognizing the layout. Slower than I sat up, I brought myself onto my feet. I retained balance easily enough, and after getting firmly into position, I stood facing the door, apprehensive of when he would walk in.
After only a few moments, the metal door slid open. I tried as much as possible to look him in the as he appreciated, but I couldn't raise my eyes any higher than the plates on his boots. After the door slid shut behind him, he just stood before me for a moment, until he spoke. "Explain."
I realized then that I couldn't even entirely explain it to myself. I wasn't completely sure what had actually happened back there. "I was attacked, sir," I summed up.
"I can see that much, Vega," a tone of annoyance was in his voice, "I want to know what happened. Who were you attacked by, and why the hell didn't you defend yourself?"
My eyes fell lower, down to the floor. I tried to keep as much of a calm expression as possible. "I don't know who attacked me. He came out of nowhere and I didn't sense his presence. I tried to defend myself, but--"
An angry mix of a sigh and a growl came from him, cutting me off; he understood what I was saying. "What the hell is wrong with you?! I had to punish you just six days ago! Are you getting weak on me?!"
"Sir, I couldn't--"
Before I could finish, he grabbed a handful of the hair hanging on the side of my face and yanked me down to my knees. "I don't need excuses, Vega. If you can barely survive out of my control, I'll either have to babysit you all the time or let them kill you. I can't have incidents like this giving Shadoloo a bad reputation!" he shouted as he pulled again, forcing me into the wall against my chest. I knew it would turn out like this; one slip-up was enough to set him off until you agreed that your mistake was unforgivable.
While the right side of my head was pressed against the wall, he grabbed my arms with enough force to make my hands go numb. My abdomen was shoved harder against the metal when he pressed his weight against me. I was having difficulty breathing, putting strain on my throat which still ached. That didn't matter to him, though. The 'punishment' calmed his anger and that was all that mattered, no matter how much hell it was for the people he controlled.
The ripping sound was enough to make me regret letting that man take me down so easily. But the fear and shame wasn't enough for the master; he thrived off of physical pain. He forced his way into me, quickly and painfully. I forced my eyes shut as far as I could and inhaled sharply, as much as my chest would allow me to. The pain increased and as he drove further through me, he forced my legs further apart until his knees were against the wall. A strained groan escaped from my throat. I tried as much as I could to keep my emotions under control and just wait for the torture to end; I'd been through it before and I didn't need that hell weighing down my confidence on my next mission.
The worst came with the climax. I knew it would be over soon, but the pain made it impossible to ignore any longer. I let out as much of a cry as I could, dulling when he finally pulled out. When he released the crushing grip on my arms, I slowly slid onto the floor. My eyes eased as I regained control of my body again, but still didn't open. After a few moments of tormenting silence as I knew he was looking down on me, satisfied with my shame, his footsteps retreated toward the door. "Sagat will be sent to find this man. I can't have it thought that Shadoloo can be taken so lightly, even if some can't live up to their expectations."
The metal slid open to let him out, then closed me in, finally alone again. Outwardly, I looked emotionless. In my mind, I was furious with myself. In truth, I hated myself for letting him do that to me, without even resisting. That was just one of the many ways he controlled me.
When he approached me and I joined with him, I wasn't aware of what he was really capable of. Once I was a part of Shadoloo, I couldn't get out. Everything that the other members and I did was monitored, and we couldn't step out of line even once. We were all his pawns and none of us knew it at first. I'd never have my life back.
