Unsure of yourself
You stand alright and now
Were sure will led you there
Last time you fell and you hit hard
Your wounds have healed by now
But you still see your scars yeah
But it's not the way it use to be right now
You come so far to just let this go my friend
The same way you did the last time
You'll break when you fall
Don't make the same mistakes you did all over
You've got to believe in yourself this time
Live on, live it up today
This life shall come
So drink it up I say, yeah
Say it's mine so give it all up to me now
And walk that line, don't let this go, don't go out the
Same way you did the last time
You'll break when you fall
Don't make the same mistakes you did all over
You've got to believe in yourself this time
Life shall come, life shall come
Drink it up
Life shall come, life shall come
The same way you did the last time
You'll break when you fall
Don't make the same mistakes you did all over
You got to believe in yourself this time.
3 Doors Down- "This Time"
Cammy sat in her hospital bed looking straight into Julian's astonished face. She could feel the rage sitting in the pit of her stomach. It made her determined. She had meant every word she said. Vega was going to die, and she was going to be the one to do it. She was never going to give him the chance to torture her again. No matter what it cost her, he was going to die. Julian still hadn't said a word when Guile came back in the room, Ken and Wagner at his sides. Guile spoke.
"Okay, it's time for us to go. They want you to rest here, but we'll be back tonight and then we'll head home."
"Sounds good Guile."
Cammy smiled, leaving Julian dumbfounded and speechless. She blew him off; no way would he tell Guile or Wagner what was going on. He understood her and what Vega put her through. Cammy waved as Guile practically pulled Julian from the room. She closed her eyes and decided to rest. She had a lot of work to do later.
--
Guile sat in a circle with the three other young men. Ken, Julian and Wagner listened carefully as he explained just how things would have to work for the day. When he had pulled Julian aside earlier he hadn't been sure if he would cooperate with him. But after some explaining and deal making Julian had given him enough information on Shadowlaw to bring them down, today.
"Ken, you and Julian have to make your fight has believable and long as possible for me to have time to get the men into position."
The two men nodded solemnly, concentrating on the task at hand, but Wagner was ecstatic.
"Guile, what do I need to do?"
"You need to stay right here."
"No way in hell. I owe these bastards one just as much as anyone. I want to help and isn't it better if I do with you rather than alone."
Guile took a deep breath.
"You'll stay with me, it's that or nothing."
Wagner nodded as Guile continued.
"Once the real guys come in you all need to get out of there. Julian you find me since you have immunity."
"Yeah sure."
Guile looked Julian in the eyes.
"You don't need to worry. I've got you covered. No one is going to want to take down the person who was key in bringing Shadowlaw down."
Ken put his hand on Julian's shoulder.
"You're doing the right thing Julian."
"I just don't have a good feeling is all."
--
Bison practically charged at Vega waving his hands angrily in the air.
"Where the hell is he?"
"I don't know Master. He's been AWOL since last night."
"Well we need to find him. The tournament is starting now. We cannot risk him being missing."
"I will deal with him. He will not interfere."
"I don't care what you do Vega, just fix this."
"Of course."
Bison left the room, slamming the door behind him. Vega looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled.
"I have my Camilla back, and now I get to give Marquez what he deserves. As if my day could not get any better."
--
Reaching around to scratch her back, Cammy crept back into the hotel room. The hospital scrubs she stole upon her exit were itching. Luckily the door was still open. It was still a few hours before dark so by the time Guile knew she had left the hospital, Vega would be dead. That was the plan. She looked solemnly around the room as she gripped her fists together at the memories of last night. She was justified and knew it. Her bag was in the same place and she picked it up and poured its contents onto the bed. Silently she dressed, feeling as if she were dressing for a war. She was.
Turing around she almost gasped at the sight of her self clad in the tight green jumpsuit and red fighting gloves. It was obviously custom made for her muscular body. For the first time there was no flood of memories, only a flood of hatred that manifested itself inside her gut. She let her fist fly forward, shattering the mirror and spoke into the splinters of glass.
"You want me Vega, here I come."