One More Life Chapter 20 Crash, a street fighter fanfic

As I lie here tossing in my bed
Lost in my fears remembering what you said
And I try to hide the truth within
The mask of myself shows its face again
Still I lie time and time again
Will you deny me when we meet again?

And I feel like I'm falling
Farther every day
But I know that you're there
Watching over me
And I feel like I'm drowning
The waves crashing over me
But I know that your love
It will set me free

As I find truth where I found it times before
As I search for your hope
I'm finding so much more
And I try to be more like you
And I deny myself to prove my heart is true

I hear your voice calling
The time has come for me
Inside this life I'm living
There's nothing left for me
My mind is slowly fading
So far away from me
Each time I start crawling
You're there watching me.

12 Stones- "Crash"

A world of pain became aware to Guile as he started to move his body among the rubble. He didn't think he had been out at all, but there was no way to be sure. His mind was fuzzy. As her started to rise up, he heard Bison's mocking voice.

"I have to say, I'm surprised you survived that."

Guile got back into his fighting stance before the dust had even settled. His arms were shaking, pain coursing throughout them. But he wouldn't give up. Bison laughed.

"You're foolish."

With that, he charged Guile before he had time to react, and delivered a fierce punch to his jaw. Guile felt blood run down his chin as his teeth bit into his lower lip. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Powered by pure emotion, Guile was up and leaping towards Bison. He aimed at kick at Bison's torso. Bison sidestepped causing the blow to make contact with his shoulder. Bison retaliated with a devastating thrust to Guile's back with his knee. Guile went down, his body skidding along the rubble. He rolled over, but before he could get up Bison's boot was at his throat.

Wagner's eyes popped open and he was immediately aware of the burning in his throat. His head throbbed as the world around him came into focus. He thought he had died. Loss of blood then Vega cutting off most of his oxygen supply had caused him to pass out. Vega! Wagner jumped up in one movement looking for Vega and Cammy. They were both where he had formerly been, on the floor. Cammy lay close to where he had been. He reached over and checked her pulse. It was weak but it was there. He looked over to Vega who lay a few feet from him and Cammy. His claw was sticking out of his heart and a dark pool of blood had formed on the floor, surrounding his torso. Wagner wasn't sure what to feel. The bastard that hurt Cammy was dead, but at what cost to Cammy? Wagner painstakingly leaned over to pick Cammy up. The wounds on his back were sticky with blood and burned when he moved. She stirred a little. He spoke to her.

"Cammy, what did you do?"

Her eyes opened into little slit and she looked at him groggily.

"It's over Wagner. He won't hurt me or anyone else again."

Wagner heard an anguished scream rise through the air. Cammy spoke frantically, struggling in Wagner's arms.

"What was that? It sounded like Guile. Was that Guile?"

Wagner nodded as he lowered Cammy back onto the ground.

"It's not over yet, Cammy."

Delivering a quick, hard kick to just the right spot, Wolfman caused the door to fly off its hinges, giving him access to Bison's computers. Luwanda was down the hall, watching for soldiers, covering his back. The walls shook around him, but it was to be expected. This room was near the center of the complex. Pulling a disk from his pocket, Wolfman began typing away, preparing to save all the information possible onto the disk. Once the files had begun their copying, he ransacked the office, stuffing whatever files that seemed useful into a bag. Bison was not going to slip through his fingers.

The opportunity to rescue this girl was invaluable. Under usual circumstance, the U.S. government would never give information to such a radical group as Delta Red. But when a hostage was involved, and she happened to be the adopted daughter of an Air Force Colonel, he had leeway. He was going to milk this thing for all it was worth. Plus the girl was half British, so he was helping one of his own, which counted for something. Besides, the Colonel could handle himself. A bomb exploded nearby, shaking the foundation of the base and causing computer screens and consoles to crash to the ground around him. Wolfman grabbed the disk from the crushed computer and ran from the office. He hoped this information would be worth something.

Bison lifted his foot after an agonizing moment and Guile rose from the rubble. Dust fell from his shoulders as he stood. Bison now stood a few feet from him, an evil smirk spread across his lips. Bison spoke.

"Ready for more?"

"Shut up and fight you bastard!"

Guile lowered himself into his fighting stance, his body becoming weaker even from that slight movement, and waited for Bison's next move. Before Guile knew it he was in the rubble again, only this time face down. Bison's foot stomped into his lower back. Guile flexed his abs to try and lessen the damage from Bison's strong impact. Regardless, he felt the air go from his body in one fell swoop. Again after a moment he released the pressure and allowed Guile to stand as he taunted him.

"Come on Colonel; show me all you've got."

Guile ran at him in a defeated fury, stopping a foot in front of him, then twisting his body into the air, he launched a kick, slamming his foot into Bison's jaw. He followed with a series of punches to his chest, all hitting their mark with precision. Bison staggered backwards but suddenly retaliated with a devastating fist to Guile's jaw, causing him to cease his assault and stumble sideways. Quickly, Bison grabbed Guile. Guile attempted to pull away but Bison used his superior strength to pull him, twisting his arm at an odd angle. Using the opportunity, Bison put pressure in the right spot and smiled when he heard the sickening crack accompanied by Guile's scream. He dropped Guile, who fell to the ground cradling his arm. Bison spoke.

"It's over Colonel William Guile, now you die."

A voice came from behind Bison, wavering slightly but filled with determination.

"No way Bison. You're going to have to get through me."

Guile saw Wagner standing in front of the broken wall. He was bloody and bruised, his arms shaking with tension, yet it did not make him look weak. Cammy stood a little behind him, leaning on the wall for support. Wagner's face was not so much angry as filled with a rage he had never seen in him. He looked serious, mature, like a man. His son had grown up.

Ken wandered down hallway after hallway. He found it eerie that he hadn't run into even one opponent. He felt useless to this cause. He wanted to help, to save Cammy who selflessly put herself on the line for his wife and son. Ken came upon a room that looked to be an elaborate throne room from the palace of Versailles. Bison was sure a twisted freak. He treated himself like a king, complete with servants, as opposed to the corrupt warlord he was. This thought had hardly crossed his mind when suddenly a blow hit him in the lower back. He fell forward, twisting his body into a roll, and then stood to face his attacker. The woman was small, Cammy's size, with short brown hair that framed her sharp face. Brown eyes looked back at him with a blank intensity. Despite her petit frame, her body was ripped, the equivalent of an Olympian. He spoke.

"Who are you?"

She didn't answer him. He spoke again.

"Why are you here, who are you?"

This time rather then be silent, she answered with a scream as she jumped into the air in assault.

"I serve Master Bison!"

Hatred flowing from his eyes, Wagner stood ready to fight Bison, who looked as if he was trying not to laugh. Cammy moved beside him, lowering herself into her fighting stance. Just moments ago she was on the floor, her heart beat weak, but now she was beside Wagner, fighting for Guile, fighting for her family. It made sense. Her fighting spirit kept her going. Bison stepped away from Guile and towards them before speaking.

"It's your death wish."

With that, Wagner lunged, twisting around and jumping to slam his elbow into Bison's nose. He missed the nose, but felt Bison's cheekbone take the impact. Bison turned quickly, ready to retaliate against Wagner when Cammy sprinted towards him delivering a devastating kick to his lower back. Bison fell forward onto his knees, and Wagner brought his knee to his jaw. Bison was on his back on the floor when Cammy attempted to bring her foot down on his face in a stomp. He darted his head sideways and narrowly avoided her blow, before grabbing her calf and sending her body flying into the wall. Bison was up and face to face with Wagner again. Wagner attempted a sweep, but his impact didn't affect Bison. Bison reached forward and grabbed Wagner's shirt to pull him closer, however the shirt ripped away from his body because of the tears caused by Vega earlier. Wagner used Bison's surprise to bring a swift kick to his chest, sending him staggering backwards. By then Cammy was up and after Bison again. Before she could reach him he grabbed her shoulders with his hands and pulled her closer. Wagner ran to help her, but he was swatted away like a fly. Bison spoke.

"You are a fool. You serve me!"

Cammy struggled against his stronger grip as she spoke.

"Your little experiment didn't work. It was stopped before it could take affect."

He quickly turned her body to press her back into his chest as he put his large hands on the sides of her head and spoke.

"What makes you think the experiment is over with? You can't remember everything."

Cammy's eyes grew wide and she struggled harder.

"I won't let you hook me to anymore machines!"

"No machines my dear…just a little magic."

Cammy saw the purple light before she felt it shock her system and everything was gone.

Wagner tried to run towards Cammy, but the power Bison was emitting was too strong. It was like a force field surrounding the two. He heard Cammy's scream rise in the air, and now Guile was beside him, trying to get to Bison, to stop what he was doing. Wagner's heart was being ripped apart; he'd seen this before, this purple power. It was the same strange energy that Bison used to kill his family. He yelled to Guile

"We have to do something! He's killing her!"

"I'm trying son."

The power grew brighter until the light was almost white and he could no longer see Bison or Cammy. He was knocked off his feet and soon so was Guile. Then everything was quiet. They stood quickly, running towards where Cammy had been. She was there but Bison was gone. Wagner yelled.

"Cammy! Are you alright?"

Guile reached down and shook her. Her eyes popped open suddenly and she took a deep breath, as if it were the first breath of her life. She stood quickly, back to them. Guile spoke.

"Cammy?"

She turned slowly. The makeshift tourniquet around her head seemed to be of no use as the wounds on the side of her head had reopened and fresh blood was soaking the cloth. Rivets of the blood flowed over her cheekbones and down the side of her face, making it look as if she were crying blood. Wagner started to step forward as he spoke.

"Cammy, thank God you're alright; let's get the hell out of here."

Wagner was pulled back quickly by Guile, who had taken a few steps back. He spoke.

"That's not Cammy, Wagner."