*I don't own any of the characters in Bloody Roar. If I did, I'd be making
money or something. *
*I'd like to thank my family for making me, my friends for putting up with me, you all for reading this stuff, and me for being me. *
This story takes place 3 years after The Flame, and shortly after the epilogue.
Shina Gado: Immortal
Ch. 1: The Game
Shina entered her apartment. The cold embrace of night chilled the New York skyline. That chill was her own as well. No one was there to greet her, no one ever was. She was alone, as always. She said nothing, as no one would hear her. She simply turned on a radio and lay at her weight bench. The sweat and pain let her forget her loneliness, if only for a while. Her breathy was heavy when she was done. The night wore on, oblivious to her pain. She lay in bed, with no sign of sleep in sight. She went to her door, and began doing pull ups on the frame in an attempt to tire herself out. It was in vain, now she was only tired and hungry. She went to the fridge. Beer and cheese singles were all that it held.
"At least that's two food groups," she muttered. She ate the cheese, and downed a beer, then walked back to her bed. Its sheets were warm and damp with her own sweat. All that, and she still wasn't tired out. She hadn't had a decent nights sleep since...well, since he left. There was a time he was here, here to sooth her to sleep, to send her off with pleasant dreams every night. Those days, those days were gone, vanished before her very eyes. Her hand had slipped subconsciously into her sweat pants at his memory, and slipped between her and her underwear. Slowly she let two fingers enter, but pulled out as she heard a noise outside.
Her years on the battlefield taught her how to differentiate the noises of the night from those that where potential hostilities. She grabbed an army knife from her nightstand, and crept up to the door. "More noises, footsteps, coming up the stairs. Sounds like five, maybe six," she thought, "no problem."
The door burst open, and the first armed man wandered through. The light from his gun gave his position, and Shina pounced with all the grace of her beast form, the knife in her teeth, She quickly subdued him with a nerve trust, and took off as his buddies walked through. She ran to the window, stalling the others by throwing a beer at them, which hit one of them in the head, and jumped out.
The cold New York air hit her as she swan dived out the window, she grabbed a flagpole to slow her decent, and finally hit the ground with a roll. She looked around, as more of the troops emerged from a black van. She ran, with them in hot pursuit. She ducked into an alleyway and onto a fire escape. She climbed as quickly as she could to the roof, and then leapt the distance to the next building, yet they were still on her trail.
"Damn," she cursed under her breath, "three months without a date, then I'm suddenly the most popular girl in town."
She ran, leaping from building to building, trying to lose her pursuers. But they were dogged, never giving up. A voice called at her from an adjacent building. She ran over, and spotted a familiar face.
"Kenji! What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was in the area, and noticed the disturbance. This way!" he replied.
Shina ran in the direction Kenji indicated, over several buildings. The troops could not keep up. Shina rested, and sat against a chimney. "Thanks, Kenji, what was that all about?"
As if in response, a shadowy figure in a black trench coat appeared. Shina sprang to her feet.
"Shina Gado, we wish to have words with you." He said with a voic.e that betrayed no emotion.
"Kane Darkholm?" Kenji asked in shock as a similarly dressed woman walked up to him, "what are you doing here?"
Sarah looked at her old friend. "We've been sent to retrieve Shina. Your presence is no longer necessary," she said in a voice that chilled even Kenji
Shina stood up, and walked towards him. "Let's do this."
Kane removed his coat, and tossed it into the wind. The coat fluttered about until it landed in the hands of Sarah Reilly. She folded it over her shoulder, and looked to her fiancée. "Let's make this quick." She said coldly. Kane nodded, and Kenji stepped up. An arm in his way barred him. "Don't please. Let Kane have this one," she said. He looked over at her, and saw a woman changed. She looked tougher, hardened. Her red highlights were gone, leaving her now shorter hair as dark as the night sky. A patch covered her left eye. She wore a gray tank top, and black pants.
Kenji looked at Kane, and noted how changed he too was. His hair was short and spiked, and as black as Sarah's. He was muscular, but slim at the same time. He wore a black gi with a red trim, with red wristbands and black boots. His face was rigid, almost frozen, but tormented and tortured.
Shina got into stance, and began with a roundhouse kick, which Kane easily parried. Before she could react, the back of her head exploded in pain as his leg crashed into it. Shina fell to the ground, rubbing her head. She stood back up, and saw Kane with a confident grin on his face.
Kenji looked on with a look of confusion.
Shina growled, and resumed her fighting stance. "I don't understand," she thought, "I thought Kane was a Vale Tudo fighter. I assumed that he would grab hold of my leg in order to throw me, but instead he parried it."
"We spent several years wandering China and Japan. Kane spent most of the time studying various Chinese martial arts. It took him a year and six months to master the Shaolin Five Animals. He spent another year mastering Aikido and Kobujutsu, and melding them into his own style. The very essence of Jeet Kune Do, taking what works for you, and using it," Sarah explained to the astonished Kenji.
She rushed Kane again, throwing several punched, none of which connected. He swiftly batted each away. Shina was unable to land any sort of blow. Kane countered with a swift kick to her right leg, catching her off balance. He then followed up with a spinning back jump kick. Shina fell hard, her head bouncing on the floor. Blood ran in front of her eyes, and her head throbbed in pain. She tried standing, but quickly sunk back to her feet, and blacked out.
Sarah walked over, handed Kane his jacket, and kissed him. Kenji walked over, as Kane removed his lips from hers. "Now what?" the ninja asked.
"You can go home." Sarah answered. "We'll call you when it's time. As for her, our commander wants to speak with her."
*I'd like to thank my family for making me, my friends for putting up with me, you all for reading this stuff, and me for being me. *
This story takes place 3 years after The Flame, and shortly after the epilogue.
Shina Gado: Immortal
Ch. 1: The Game
Shina entered her apartment. The cold embrace of night chilled the New York skyline. That chill was her own as well. No one was there to greet her, no one ever was. She was alone, as always. She said nothing, as no one would hear her. She simply turned on a radio and lay at her weight bench. The sweat and pain let her forget her loneliness, if only for a while. Her breathy was heavy when she was done. The night wore on, oblivious to her pain. She lay in bed, with no sign of sleep in sight. She went to her door, and began doing pull ups on the frame in an attempt to tire herself out. It was in vain, now she was only tired and hungry. She went to the fridge. Beer and cheese singles were all that it held.
"At least that's two food groups," she muttered. She ate the cheese, and downed a beer, then walked back to her bed. Its sheets were warm and damp with her own sweat. All that, and she still wasn't tired out. She hadn't had a decent nights sleep since...well, since he left. There was a time he was here, here to sooth her to sleep, to send her off with pleasant dreams every night. Those days, those days were gone, vanished before her very eyes. Her hand had slipped subconsciously into her sweat pants at his memory, and slipped between her and her underwear. Slowly she let two fingers enter, but pulled out as she heard a noise outside.
Her years on the battlefield taught her how to differentiate the noises of the night from those that where potential hostilities. She grabbed an army knife from her nightstand, and crept up to the door. "More noises, footsteps, coming up the stairs. Sounds like five, maybe six," she thought, "no problem."
The door burst open, and the first armed man wandered through. The light from his gun gave his position, and Shina pounced with all the grace of her beast form, the knife in her teeth, She quickly subdued him with a nerve trust, and took off as his buddies walked through. She ran to the window, stalling the others by throwing a beer at them, which hit one of them in the head, and jumped out.
The cold New York air hit her as she swan dived out the window, she grabbed a flagpole to slow her decent, and finally hit the ground with a roll. She looked around, as more of the troops emerged from a black van. She ran, with them in hot pursuit. She ducked into an alleyway and onto a fire escape. She climbed as quickly as she could to the roof, and then leapt the distance to the next building, yet they were still on her trail.
"Damn," she cursed under her breath, "three months without a date, then I'm suddenly the most popular girl in town."
She ran, leaping from building to building, trying to lose her pursuers. But they were dogged, never giving up. A voice called at her from an adjacent building. She ran over, and spotted a familiar face.
"Kenji! What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was in the area, and noticed the disturbance. This way!" he replied.
Shina ran in the direction Kenji indicated, over several buildings. The troops could not keep up. Shina rested, and sat against a chimney. "Thanks, Kenji, what was that all about?"
As if in response, a shadowy figure in a black trench coat appeared. Shina sprang to her feet.
"Shina Gado, we wish to have words with you." He said with a voic.e that betrayed no emotion.
"Kane Darkholm?" Kenji asked in shock as a similarly dressed woman walked up to him, "what are you doing here?"
Sarah looked at her old friend. "We've been sent to retrieve Shina. Your presence is no longer necessary," she said in a voice that chilled even Kenji
Shina stood up, and walked towards him. "Let's do this."
Kane removed his coat, and tossed it into the wind. The coat fluttered about until it landed in the hands of Sarah Reilly. She folded it over her shoulder, and looked to her fiancée. "Let's make this quick." She said coldly. Kane nodded, and Kenji stepped up. An arm in his way barred him. "Don't please. Let Kane have this one," she said. He looked over at her, and saw a woman changed. She looked tougher, hardened. Her red highlights were gone, leaving her now shorter hair as dark as the night sky. A patch covered her left eye. She wore a gray tank top, and black pants.
Kenji looked at Kane, and noted how changed he too was. His hair was short and spiked, and as black as Sarah's. He was muscular, but slim at the same time. He wore a black gi with a red trim, with red wristbands and black boots. His face was rigid, almost frozen, but tormented and tortured.
Shina got into stance, and began with a roundhouse kick, which Kane easily parried. Before she could react, the back of her head exploded in pain as his leg crashed into it. Shina fell to the ground, rubbing her head. She stood back up, and saw Kane with a confident grin on his face.
Kenji looked on with a look of confusion.
Shina growled, and resumed her fighting stance. "I don't understand," she thought, "I thought Kane was a Vale Tudo fighter. I assumed that he would grab hold of my leg in order to throw me, but instead he parried it."
"We spent several years wandering China and Japan. Kane spent most of the time studying various Chinese martial arts. It took him a year and six months to master the Shaolin Five Animals. He spent another year mastering Aikido and Kobujutsu, and melding them into his own style. The very essence of Jeet Kune Do, taking what works for you, and using it," Sarah explained to the astonished Kenji.
She rushed Kane again, throwing several punched, none of which connected. He swiftly batted each away. Shina was unable to land any sort of blow. Kane countered with a swift kick to her right leg, catching her off balance. He then followed up with a spinning back jump kick. Shina fell hard, her head bouncing on the floor. Blood ran in front of her eyes, and her head throbbed in pain. She tried standing, but quickly sunk back to her feet, and blacked out.
Sarah walked over, handed Kane his jacket, and kissed him. Kenji walked over, as Kane removed his lips from hers. "Now what?" the ninja asked.
"You can go home." Sarah answered. "We'll call you when it's time. As for her, our commander wants to speak with her."