Street Fighter: Remembering Charlie
Chapter 1: Guile
Colonel William Guile stood over the grave of his fallen comrade. The high noon sun shined down on the back of his neck, but he was impervious to its warmth. All he could think of was his lost friend, Sgt Charles Nash. Every day and night, he replayed the scene over and over again in his mind. Charlie was battling the nefarious leader of Shadowloo, Bison. He threw every attack he could summon against the sinister warlord, but to no avail. Guile rushed to Charlie's aid, but his efforts were too late. With one blast of psycho energy, Bison crushed Charlie. All Guile could do was stand there and watch. It took Bison's evil, hollow laugh to get Guile angry enough to take action. He summoned a Sonic Boom attack, but Bison quickly teleported. The Sonic Boom crushed the wall that was once behind Bison. Guile tried to grab Charlie's lifeless body, but in a blinding flash of light, it was gone. It took all the strength Guile had to get out of the falling Shadowloo fortress, but once out safely, all he could do was cry for his best friend.
It was that very scenario that went through his mind as he stood over Charlie's grave. The shades over his eyes couldn't hide the pain he was feeling. All he wanted was his best friend back.
"Black suits are a good look for you." Guile snapped back into reality to see who it was. It was another friend. Zhang Chun-Li, agent of Interpol, and the woman who Charlie loved. "Of course, with all the camouflage you wear, it's hard to tell most of the time." She wore a casual black dress.
"Li. It's good to see you." Truer words could have never been spoken. Only she could have known how much pain he was feeling. She had already lost her father to Bison, and Charlie's death was the second strike in her war with Shadowloo. Bison had brought her just as much pain in her life as he did in Guile's, if not more.
"Your superiors told me you'd be here. I don't blame you. I'm still trying to heal too." Guile replied, "Thanks for coming down here. I know how much he meant to you. You must be hurting as much as I am. I've been trying not to let his death get the better of me, but I can't help it. We were in training together. He helped me keep my head up. We weren't just soldiers, we were like brothers."
Guile's mind lapsed into his memories again. This time, it was during basic training at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas. Guile was fresh out of high school, and wanting a life of action, he joined the Air Force. Day one was so much like the movie "Full Metal Jacket", including a drill instructor that would hurl insults at a volume that would make your nose bleed.
"Alright, you pimple-faced, pussy-whipped, pissant pansies!!! Allow me to introduce myself!!! I am Drill Sgt. Ditka, and during the next six weeks, you will be pushed to the limit!!! Because Uncle Sam doesn't want cream puffs for soldiers!!! He wants brick walls!!!" Quickly, he turned to Guile. "You look like a perfect example of a cream puff, rookie!!! State your name, marshmallow man!!!" This was all Guile needed. To be singled out on the first day of training. Well, go with the flow. "Private William Guile, sir!" "Guile!!! That's sounds like a tough name!!! Are you a tough guy, Private Guile!?!?!" "Sir, yes sir, I'm a tough guy!!!" "NO YOU'RE NOT!!! YOU'RE A SCRAWNY LITTLE BROOM HANDLE!!! That haircut actually fits you, Private Guile!!! So now I can use you to sweep up the dog shit in my backyard!!!" Guile felt sick to his stomach. This wasn't at all what he wanted to go through.
"Private Guile, have you ever seen 'Full Metal Jacket'? Do you know whose name you remind me of???!!??" "Oh no, here it comes," Guile thought in the back of his mind. "That's right! YOU REMIND ME OF PILE!!! THAT FAT SUICIDAL FREAK SHOW THAT CAPPED HIS DRILL SERGEANT, THEN TOOK ONE IN THE MOUTH!!!! Are you going to sneak a donut into these barracks?" "Sir, no sir!" "Are you going to go gun crazy and try to shoot me?!?!?" "Sir, no sir!" "Bullshit!!! You're going to pop a donut in your foot locker and get all the other boys in trouble, aren't you, Private Pile?!?!?!" "Sir, no sir!" Guile fought hard to fight the tears in his eyes. At that moment, he heard a snicker. Fortunately, so did Sgt. Ditka.
"Who the hell was that?!? Who thinks private Guile's name is funny?!? Speak up, smart ass, or I'll break of a part of my foot and leg in each and every one of your asses!!!!"
"That would be me, sir!" A blonde haired, well-built soldier spoke up. He managed to hide his smirk just in time. "Who the hell are you?!?"
"Private Charles Nash, sir!" "Charles Nash??? Are you some sort of a banker?!? A cool cat?!? A daddy's little boy with an inheritance up his ass?!? And you want to laugh at Guile? They call you Charlie where you're from?!?! I'd give you a charlie horse right now if I wanted to, but I'll settle with an upset stomach!!!" And with that, Sgt. Ditka punched Charlie in the gut. Surprisingly, Charlie took the punch quite well, only doubling over half way, never hitting the floor. Ditka was impressed. "Now that's a tough guy, Private Guile!!!"
Later that week, in the mess hall, Guile was eating his lunch. The main thing on his mind was how to bulk up. Sgt. Ditka was right. He was kind of scrawny. Even if the army food put some weight on him, he would still have to find a way to build some real muscle if he wanted to survive. That's when Charlie stepped in.
"Mind if I take a seat?" Charlie asked. "Sure, if you don't mind sitting next to a pile." Guile remembered Charlie's reaction to Ditka's barbs. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Split second reaction. Friends?" Guile thought about it. Maybe if he had Charlie to train with, he could get built the way he wanted to. "Sure. Friends."
Time passed, and the two of them became just that, the best of friends. Just as Guile hoped, Charlie trained with him, and over time, Guile not only improved his physical performance, but Charlie helped him with his fighting technique. Basic training passed by fast, and in no time, the two of them were stationed in Barksdale Air Force base. In time, the two of them soared up the ranks. One day, the two of them were training with the heavy bag in the gym. "Hey, your kicks are improving!" Charlie was impressed. The reach on Guile's kicks has improved greatly, especially his sweeps. His punches were stronger too, and his back fist was especially powerful. Charlie figured it was time he let Guile in on a little secret. "Hey, Guile, you think you're ready to learn some stronger attacks?" Guile wondered what could be stronger than his punches and kicks. Still, he trusted Charlie. "Sure. What do you have in mind?" Charlie stepped away from the bag. "Do you know how to harness your inner strength?" Guile looked puzzled. "Here, watch me." Charlie stood in an open area of the gym, his right arm reared back. "SONIC BOOM!!!" he shouted. And with that, he swung his arm so fast that a whip of energy emitted from his arm. It twirled through the air until it landed smack dab in the middle of the punching bag across the room, ripping it in half. "Whoa," was all Guile could say. He wanted to learn how to harness energy like that.
A year later, Guile found himself held captive by a band of soldiers in the Thailand-Laos border. What worried him was that these soldiers weren't with any national organization. Their uniforms were state-of-the-art body armor, and they were too well built to be with any of the native's militias. As his hands were tied to the branch of a tree, thoughts went through his head. He figured that his superiors put him on the MIA list, so all he could do is either pray for a way out, or hope for a quick death. That's when someone he knew paved a way out for him.
The sounds of gunshots and fistfights rang throughout the camp. Guile figured that there was a black ops group coming to save him. However, he was surprised to find out that there was only one man who laid waste to his captors. When the smoke cleared, he saw a familiar face, M-16 in one hand, a soldier being dragged by the other. It was the first friend he ever made in basic training, and the last face he thought he'd ever see again. Charlie.
"Charlie!" Tears welled up in Guile's eyes. His heart jumped into his throat. All he could think about was thanking God for his best friend. "They weren't going to come for you. I decided I wasn't going to let you die a prisoner in their hands." Charlie whipped out a knife and cut down his friend. "Besides, what are friends for?" Guile wrapped an arm around his friend. "I owe you my life." Charlie smiled back. "Then make it count for something."
Guile remembered everything that was said that day. He couldn't save Charlie from Bison's attack, but he was going to make sure that he would avenge his friend's death.
End of Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Guile
Colonel William Guile stood over the grave of his fallen comrade. The high noon sun shined down on the back of his neck, but he was impervious to its warmth. All he could think of was his lost friend, Sgt Charles Nash. Every day and night, he replayed the scene over and over again in his mind. Charlie was battling the nefarious leader of Shadowloo, Bison. He threw every attack he could summon against the sinister warlord, but to no avail. Guile rushed to Charlie's aid, but his efforts were too late. With one blast of psycho energy, Bison crushed Charlie. All Guile could do was stand there and watch. It took Bison's evil, hollow laugh to get Guile angry enough to take action. He summoned a Sonic Boom attack, but Bison quickly teleported. The Sonic Boom crushed the wall that was once behind Bison. Guile tried to grab Charlie's lifeless body, but in a blinding flash of light, it was gone. It took all the strength Guile had to get out of the falling Shadowloo fortress, but once out safely, all he could do was cry for his best friend.
It was that very scenario that went through his mind as he stood over Charlie's grave. The shades over his eyes couldn't hide the pain he was feeling. All he wanted was his best friend back.
"Black suits are a good look for you." Guile snapped back into reality to see who it was. It was another friend. Zhang Chun-Li, agent of Interpol, and the woman who Charlie loved. "Of course, with all the camouflage you wear, it's hard to tell most of the time." She wore a casual black dress.
"Li. It's good to see you." Truer words could have never been spoken. Only she could have known how much pain he was feeling. She had already lost her father to Bison, and Charlie's death was the second strike in her war with Shadowloo. Bison had brought her just as much pain in her life as he did in Guile's, if not more.
"Your superiors told me you'd be here. I don't blame you. I'm still trying to heal too." Guile replied, "Thanks for coming down here. I know how much he meant to you. You must be hurting as much as I am. I've been trying not to let his death get the better of me, but I can't help it. We were in training together. He helped me keep my head up. We weren't just soldiers, we were like brothers."
Guile's mind lapsed into his memories again. This time, it was during basic training at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas. Guile was fresh out of high school, and wanting a life of action, he joined the Air Force. Day one was so much like the movie "Full Metal Jacket", including a drill instructor that would hurl insults at a volume that would make your nose bleed.
"Alright, you pimple-faced, pussy-whipped, pissant pansies!!! Allow me to introduce myself!!! I am Drill Sgt. Ditka, and during the next six weeks, you will be pushed to the limit!!! Because Uncle Sam doesn't want cream puffs for soldiers!!! He wants brick walls!!!" Quickly, he turned to Guile. "You look like a perfect example of a cream puff, rookie!!! State your name, marshmallow man!!!" This was all Guile needed. To be singled out on the first day of training. Well, go with the flow. "Private William Guile, sir!" "Guile!!! That's sounds like a tough name!!! Are you a tough guy, Private Guile!?!?!" "Sir, yes sir, I'm a tough guy!!!" "NO YOU'RE NOT!!! YOU'RE A SCRAWNY LITTLE BROOM HANDLE!!! That haircut actually fits you, Private Guile!!! So now I can use you to sweep up the dog shit in my backyard!!!" Guile felt sick to his stomach. This wasn't at all what he wanted to go through.
"Private Guile, have you ever seen 'Full Metal Jacket'? Do you know whose name you remind me of???!!??" "Oh no, here it comes," Guile thought in the back of his mind. "That's right! YOU REMIND ME OF PILE!!! THAT FAT SUICIDAL FREAK SHOW THAT CAPPED HIS DRILL SERGEANT, THEN TOOK ONE IN THE MOUTH!!!! Are you going to sneak a donut into these barracks?" "Sir, no sir!" "Are you going to go gun crazy and try to shoot me?!?!?" "Sir, no sir!" "Bullshit!!! You're going to pop a donut in your foot locker and get all the other boys in trouble, aren't you, Private Pile?!?!?!" "Sir, no sir!" Guile fought hard to fight the tears in his eyes. At that moment, he heard a snicker. Fortunately, so did Sgt. Ditka.
"Who the hell was that?!? Who thinks private Guile's name is funny?!? Speak up, smart ass, or I'll break of a part of my foot and leg in each and every one of your asses!!!!"
"That would be me, sir!" A blonde haired, well-built soldier spoke up. He managed to hide his smirk just in time. "Who the hell are you?!?"
"Private Charles Nash, sir!" "Charles Nash??? Are you some sort of a banker?!? A cool cat?!? A daddy's little boy with an inheritance up his ass?!? And you want to laugh at Guile? They call you Charlie where you're from?!?! I'd give you a charlie horse right now if I wanted to, but I'll settle with an upset stomach!!!" And with that, Sgt. Ditka punched Charlie in the gut. Surprisingly, Charlie took the punch quite well, only doubling over half way, never hitting the floor. Ditka was impressed. "Now that's a tough guy, Private Guile!!!"
Later that week, in the mess hall, Guile was eating his lunch. The main thing on his mind was how to bulk up. Sgt. Ditka was right. He was kind of scrawny. Even if the army food put some weight on him, he would still have to find a way to build some real muscle if he wanted to survive. That's when Charlie stepped in.
"Mind if I take a seat?" Charlie asked. "Sure, if you don't mind sitting next to a pile." Guile remembered Charlie's reaction to Ditka's barbs. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Split second reaction. Friends?" Guile thought about it. Maybe if he had Charlie to train with, he could get built the way he wanted to. "Sure. Friends."
Time passed, and the two of them became just that, the best of friends. Just as Guile hoped, Charlie trained with him, and over time, Guile not only improved his physical performance, but Charlie helped him with his fighting technique. Basic training passed by fast, and in no time, the two of them were stationed in Barksdale Air Force base. In time, the two of them soared up the ranks. One day, the two of them were training with the heavy bag in the gym. "Hey, your kicks are improving!" Charlie was impressed. The reach on Guile's kicks has improved greatly, especially his sweeps. His punches were stronger too, and his back fist was especially powerful. Charlie figured it was time he let Guile in on a little secret. "Hey, Guile, you think you're ready to learn some stronger attacks?" Guile wondered what could be stronger than his punches and kicks. Still, he trusted Charlie. "Sure. What do you have in mind?" Charlie stepped away from the bag. "Do you know how to harness your inner strength?" Guile looked puzzled. "Here, watch me." Charlie stood in an open area of the gym, his right arm reared back. "SONIC BOOM!!!" he shouted. And with that, he swung his arm so fast that a whip of energy emitted from his arm. It twirled through the air until it landed smack dab in the middle of the punching bag across the room, ripping it in half. "Whoa," was all Guile could say. He wanted to learn how to harness energy like that.
A year later, Guile found himself held captive by a band of soldiers in the Thailand-Laos border. What worried him was that these soldiers weren't with any national organization. Their uniforms were state-of-the-art body armor, and they were too well built to be with any of the native's militias. As his hands were tied to the branch of a tree, thoughts went through his head. He figured that his superiors put him on the MIA list, so all he could do is either pray for a way out, or hope for a quick death. That's when someone he knew paved a way out for him.
The sounds of gunshots and fistfights rang throughout the camp. Guile figured that there was a black ops group coming to save him. However, he was surprised to find out that there was only one man who laid waste to his captors. When the smoke cleared, he saw a familiar face, M-16 in one hand, a soldier being dragged by the other. It was the first friend he ever made in basic training, and the last face he thought he'd ever see again. Charlie.
"Charlie!" Tears welled up in Guile's eyes. His heart jumped into his throat. All he could think about was thanking God for his best friend. "They weren't going to come for you. I decided I wasn't going to let you die a prisoner in their hands." Charlie whipped out a knife and cut down his friend. "Besides, what are friends for?" Guile wrapped an arm around his friend. "I owe you my life." Charlie smiled back. "Then make it count for something."
Guile remembered everything that was said that day. He couldn't save Charlie from Bison's attack, but he was going to make sure that he would avenge his friend's death.
End of Chapter 1.
