Recap: Rock, now aged sixteen, has found Terry once more during what was supposed to be a casual night out. From there, madness ensues.
Chapter Eleven: Fatal Fury
"STOOOOOOORM!" His hands slammed into the tile floor, clenching his eyes shut tight. He could feel his muscles straining with effort, but something didn't feel right. It was oddly silent. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Terry smirking down at him, pushing the two women around either of his arms away. Rock looked down to his hands. There was nothing there. His eyes widened slightly as he tried to understand why his attack had failed, but any cohesive thought was slammed out of his head by a fierce upward kick from Terry, knocking him up and back, turning in midair and landing face down on the cold Tahcemina floor. Rock rubbed his lower lip with the back of his palm as he stood, his back turned to Terry as he struggled to stand. "Are you ok?" He heard Terry say. Time seemed to slow down from that moment on. Rock knew exactly what was coming, he had seen it many times before, but he couldn't move in time. A hammering fist into his spine, with the strength to send him flying, but his feet were pinned to the floor. Part of Terry's attack. The Buster Wolf, one of the most devastating moves ever seen in the True Fighter tournament. Rock clenched his eyes shut tight as he heard Terry yell, "Bastah Wolf!" Then it happened. A fierce explosion bursting from under Terry's feet, blasting up and forward, lashing against Rock's back and sending him launching through the air, soaring over the spectators and crashing against the back wall. The pressure of the launch kept him suspended against the wall for a moment before his body finally fell from the wall, falling limply to the floor below.
Rock fought the pain in his head as his eyes opened; the flashing green, red, and blue lights of the club ceiling aiding in his headache's bid to burst his head open. He brought each breath to his lungs with great effort as he forced himself to stand, turning his gaze to Terry. Crimson met cobalt eyes, a harsh and hateful staredown. The acrimonious silence bit against Rock's heart, still yearning to know why he was abandoned. In his mind, he felt no such sadness. All he wanted was to hurt Terry.
He approached Terry cautiously, his palms tilted inward slightly with loosely parted fingers and held in the air in his martial arts stance, the Hakkyokusaiken style. A jab. Blocked. A hook, stopped, grabbed by the wrist, and countered with a fist to the gut. A leather boot to Rock's face, his wrist held. He dropped to one knee, but was pulled roughly to his feet by Terry, his grip on Rock's soft hair. Terry grabbed his other wrist and held them both in place, unable to defend as Terry drove his knee into Rock's stomach over and over, the heavy joint thudding into the younger man's hard abdominal muscles. Terry finally released Rock's wrists, watching him falter as he attempted to keep his balance. A smirk from Terry, and he raised his fist into the air. "Powah..." Rock knew this attack as well, he had seen Terry use it. But he could barely see straight, much less avoid the thundering explosion of.. "Geisah!" The Power Geyser, a burst of energy more powerful than the Buster Wolf, burst from the ground, sending Rock, once more, flying away and onto the floor. He lay still for a few moments, the silent spectators of the club staring blankly at Rock's body, some of them hoping him to get up, others wishing for Terry to kill the boy. The latter was disappointed, as Rock slowly pushed himself up with his hands, slowly and staggeringly finding his way to his feet. His breath came in short bursts, gasping, but he refused to stay down, his angered red eyes on Terry's.
He didn't even realize it at the time, but Terry and that assassin girl were now the only people that he actually WANTED to kill. Everyone else had been in self-defense... but these two. He wanted to see them die in his hands, to see the scared look in their eyes turn to the blank stare of death. To rob them of their existence in the most vicious of manners and savor every moment of it.
A hateful scorn. "You still alive, wolf cub?" Rock grit his teeth and snarled. "Or are you dead on your feet?" Terry's words drew Rock's breath from his mouth in enraged sneers, feeling his arms tremble and his hands quake almost uncontrollably. "I'll kill you!" Rock yelled as he ran to Terry at full sprint. He skid to a stop just outside of Terry's reach, and saw the experienced martial artist parry, just as Rock expected. But Rock hadn't attacked, and he now had a free moment. He took it, swinging his left foot out and into Terry's knee, hearing it crack. A quick grunt of pain from Terry, and he followed through with a fist into the man's stomach. He lurched forward, but Rock was unrelenting.
Hammering blow after blow, alternating fists, knees, and feet, Rock continued to rain his assault down upon Terry. The black pupils faded from Rock's eyes, leaving only the glowing red and white. His actions became automatic. He stopped thinking what attack he would use next and just hammered upon Terry, the ferocity and swiftness of his blows beyond what the older man could stop. Rock's hair began to sway about his head with the power of his movements, almost floating and billowing gently like grass in the wind. His hair grew lighter, fading, almost like a shimmering silver glow as his hands burst into the familiar faded blue flame. He opened his palms and brought them to Terry's chest, flames reaching from his palms and like claws attaching to Terry's chest. The fingers of fire tore and lashed at Terry's flesh with animal-like brutality, ripping away with slings of flesh and blood until the beating heart was visible through shattered ribs. Fingers of blue clamped onto it, ripping it from its place in the body with a sickening sound, the body, dead instantly, launching into the air and flying away, soaring the full distance of the floor with no loss in speed, blood spraying from the large hole in its chest as it flew its course, bouncing lifelessly off the rear wall and onto the ground, the heartless body bouncing limply, each contact with the wall and floor releasing a quick flush of blood. Staring at the ceiling with those blank staring eyes. Blue eyes, lifeless. The claws of flame dissipated, dropping the bloody mass of muscle they held with their disappearance. Rock followed the heart's motion as it fell to the floor, slapping a portion from its coat of blood against it. His red eyes looked to Terry's dead body, the grotesque and gaping hole in his chest clearly stated through his ripped white shirt. Before he could even let out the sigh of relief he wanted, a thundering fist in the back of his head knocked the breath out of him, sending him falling to the ground.
Chapter Eleven: Fatal Fury
"STOOOOOOORM!" His hands slammed into the tile floor, clenching his eyes shut tight. He could feel his muscles straining with effort, but something didn't feel right. It was oddly silent. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Terry smirking down at him, pushing the two women around either of his arms away. Rock looked down to his hands. There was nothing there. His eyes widened slightly as he tried to understand why his attack had failed, but any cohesive thought was slammed out of his head by a fierce upward kick from Terry, knocking him up and back, turning in midair and landing face down on the cold Tahcemina floor. Rock rubbed his lower lip with the back of his palm as he stood, his back turned to Terry as he struggled to stand. "Are you ok?" He heard Terry say. Time seemed to slow down from that moment on. Rock knew exactly what was coming, he had seen it many times before, but he couldn't move in time. A hammering fist into his spine, with the strength to send him flying, but his feet were pinned to the floor. Part of Terry's attack. The Buster Wolf, one of the most devastating moves ever seen in the True Fighter tournament. Rock clenched his eyes shut tight as he heard Terry yell, "Bastah Wolf!" Then it happened. A fierce explosion bursting from under Terry's feet, blasting up and forward, lashing against Rock's back and sending him launching through the air, soaring over the spectators and crashing against the back wall. The pressure of the launch kept him suspended against the wall for a moment before his body finally fell from the wall, falling limply to the floor below.
Rock fought the pain in his head as his eyes opened; the flashing green, red, and blue lights of the club ceiling aiding in his headache's bid to burst his head open. He brought each breath to his lungs with great effort as he forced himself to stand, turning his gaze to Terry. Crimson met cobalt eyes, a harsh and hateful staredown. The acrimonious silence bit against Rock's heart, still yearning to know why he was abandoned. In his mind, he felt no such sadness. All he wanted was to hurt Terry.
He approached Terry cautiously, his palms tilted inward slightly with loosely parted fingers and held in the air in his martial arts stance, the Hakkyokusaiken style. A jab. Blocked. A hook, stopped, grabbed by the wrist, and countered with a fist to the gut. A leather boot to Rock's face, his wrist held. He dropped to one knee, but was pulled roughly to his feet by Terry, his grip on Rock's soft hair. Terry grabbed his other wrist and held them both in place, unable to defend as Terry drove his knee into Rock's stomach over and over, the heavy joint thudding into the younger man's hard abdominal muscles. Terry finally released Rock's wrists, watching him falter as he attempted to keep his balance. A smirk from Terry, and he raised his fist into the air. "Powah..." Rock knew this attack as well, he had seen Terry use it. But he could barely see straight, much less avoid the thundering explosion of.. "Geisah!" The Power Geyser, a burst of energy more powerful than the Buster Wolf, burst from the ground, sending Rock, once more, flying away and onto the floor. He lay still for a few moments, the silent spectators of the club staring blankly at Rock's body, some of them hoping him to get up, others wishing for Terry to kill the boy. The latter was disappointed, as Rock slowly pushed himself up with his hands, slowly and staggeringly finding his way to his feet. His breath came in short bursts, gasping, but he refused to stay down, his angered red eyes on Terry's.
He didn't even realize it at the time, but Terry and that assassin girl were now the only people that he actually WANTED to kill. Everyone else had been in self-defense... but these two. He wanted to see them die in his hands, to see the scared look in their eyes turn to the blank stare of death. To rob them of their existence in the most vicious of manners and savor every moment of it.
A hateful scorn. "You still alive, wolf cub?" Rock grit his teeth and snarled. "Or are you dead on your feet?" Terry's words drew Rock's breath from his mouth in enraged sneers, feeling his arms tremble and his hands quake almost uncontrollably. "I'll kill you!" Rock yelled as he ran to Terry at full sprint. He skid to a stop just outside of Terry's reach, and saw the experienced martial artist parry, just as Rock expected. But Rock hadn't attacked, and he now had a free moment. He took it, swinging his left foot out and into Terry's knee, hearing it crack. A quick grunt of pain from Terry, and he followed through with a fist into the man's stomach. He lurched forward, but Rock was unrelenting.
Hammering blow after blow, alternating fists, knees, and feet, Rock continued to rain his assault down upon Terry. The black pupils faded from Rock's eyes, leaving only the glowing red and white. His actions became automatic. He stopped thinking what attack he would use next and just hammered upon Terry, the ferocity and swiftness of his blows beyond what the older man could stop. Rock's hair began to sway about his head with the power of his movements, almost floating and billowing gently like grass in the wind. His hair grew lighter, fading, almost like a shimmering silver glow as his hands burst into the familiar faded blue flame. He opened his palms and brought them to Terry's chest, flames reaching from his palms and like claws attaching to Terry's chest. The fingers of fire tore and lashed at Terry's flesh with animal-like brutality, ripping away with slings of flesh and blood until the beating heart was visible through shattered ribs. Fingers of blue clamped onto it, ripping it from its place in the body with a sickening sound, the body, dead instantly, launching into the air and flying away, soaring the full distance of the floor with no loss in speed, blood spraying from the large hole in its chest as it flew its course, bouncing lifelessly off the rear wall and onto the ground, the heartless body bouncing limply, each contact with the wall and floor releasing a quick flush of blood. Staring at the ceiling with those blank staring eyes. Blue eyes, lifeless. The claws of flame dissipated, dropping the bloody mass of muscle they held with their disappearance. Rock followed the heart's motion as it fell to the floor, slapping a portion from its coat of blood against it. His red eyes looked to Terry's dead body, the grotesque and gaping hole in his chest clearly stated through his ripped white shirt. Before he could even let out the sigh of relief he wanted, a thundering fist in the back of his head knocked the breath out of him, sending him falling to the ground.