AN- If you want to know what happened with Bison and "the Interpol dogs", and the Bushin Master Guy, be sure to read upcoming chapters of "Electric Avenue" and "Breaking Chains".

Due to his recent scuffle with Balrog, Klyde found himself at large within the Shadowloo base.

"Why me?" Klyde was near tears as he sprinted down a hallway, alarms blaring in the background. Several guards were in hot pursuit, letting off blasts of machine gun fire at their target.

Klyde turned around, saw the guards gaining on him, and sped up in panic. A door was slightly open, leading into a dark room. He rolled inside and hid in the shadows. Once he was certain they were out of earshot, he stuck his fist out and shook it. "Take that, losers!"

"Aren't we clever?"

Klyde literally jumped as he turned around. While the lighting wasn't optimal, he could make out a white mask in the darkness. He gulped.

"Umm, hi? Be you friend or foe?" Klyde asked nervously.

A long claw rose from the shadows.

"Do you have to ask? You are the intruder, yes? You certainly fit the bill. Young boy, fighter's gi, black hat..."

Klyde gulped. "Who are you?"

A giddy laugh could be heard from behind the mask. "You could call me head of security..."

All the lights suddenly flashed on, and the man in the mask preformed a lofty backflip. Behind him were several guard soldiers, their machine guns all trained on Klyde.

"My name is Vega. I am the Spanish Ninja. And you are my prisoner."

Klyde's eyebrow lifted up in confusion.

"Prisoner? Is this some sort of gay thing?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

Vega hesitated for a moment. "...yes."

Klyde hung his head as he was lead off.

The alarm had been shut off. At least that's one good thing... damn my luck. All of the ninjas in the world, I get the only gay one. The whole mask and claw thing... geez, this is sick.

Vega stepped into the cell with his prisoner. Two guards came in with him, hoisting the handcuffed Klyde up and spinning him around.

"Take off his shirt."

Oh crap! He really is gay! Oh man! He's gonna go for my butt!

Klyde's eyes shut in agony. It's gonna hurt, isn't it? This is gonna suck! His thoughts were interrupted by a painful sensation.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Vega laughed at his reaction. "Do you like my handiwork?"

Klyde cranned his neck, horribly afraid of what he would see. Three red lines ran across his lower back, and blood was dripping from Vega's claws. He... he only cut me with those claws... He visibly dropped, letting his relief fall out with a sigh. Vega tilted his head. The screams he was used to, but relief?

"What are you so happy about?"

"All you did was cut me. I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"Well, you told them to take off my shirt, and you're gay and all..."

Vega took a second to put two and two together. There was a sharp intake of air and Vega backhanded Klyde.

"You insolent whelp! For the last time, I am not gay! Just because I am beautiful doesn't mean I'm gay! I have marked you. Now that you have been scarred by me, I will hunt you to your death. You will be mine." Vega paused for a second. "... Dear lord, it does sound gay." He turned to the guards.

"Leave us."

The two guards left, locking the cell door behind him. Klyde groaned. Great. Now I'm left alone with the Spanish fly...

"Get up."

"Geez. You sure are pushy. You won't get any guys like that."

Another backhand slammed into Klyde's face. Several seconds later, the weight of the handcuffs were lifted from his hands. He rubbed his wrists and gave a questioning look to his captor.

"It is no fun, killing the helpless. The true beauty of death is the frantic struggle of the doomed. Nothing brings the life into your eyes like the loom of death."

Klyde jumped back in fear. "How come I don't get a claw?"

Vega wordlessly jumped forward, claw out in front. Klyde rolled to the side, almost feeling the blade's sharpness as it ripped through the air next to his head.

Vega's laugh echoed through the small room. "Yes, scurry about! Soon, you will be dead!"

Klyde jumped away from another attack, went to taunt, and thought better of it. Maybe not against this guy... Instead he dashed forward, hitting Vega with his spinning Jinrai-Ken. Vega's head tilted up from the shot, and Klyde followed through with the elbow to the exposed throat.

The Spanish Ninja doubled over coughing, taking several seconds to regain his breath. He backfliped backwards, rebounded off the wall, and flew at Klyde. Before he could react, Vega wrapped his arms around him and transferred all of his momentum into a midair suplex that put Klyde through a cot. The young warrior cushioned most of the damage with his ki, and rolled away from his opponent seconds after the impact.

Klyde charged his ki into his hand, building up for a Gadoken. He ran forward, ducked a claw, and brought his fist up to Vega's face, releasing the Gadoken into his mask. The mask cracked and shattered, exposing the Spaniard's face.

"You! I'll kill you! You dare to attack my beautiful face?"

There was a new rage in Vega's attacks, coming faster and harsher. Klyde was having trouble dodging the strikes, some of his clothes being ripped as the claw was hitting closer to home. Vega's knee came up, knocking Klyde into the wall. The claw came flying in. Klyde closed his eyes and threw up a kick, knocking the claw from it's holster on Vega's hand.

Vega and Klyde both dove for the claw. Vega got there first, but while he tried to grab the claw, Klyde slammed his fist into his chin. Vega flew to the floor, the claw scattering off to the corner of the room. When he stood up, there was blood dripping from his lower lip. He wiped it onto his thumb and stared at it, insane laughter spewing from his mouth.

"You drew my blood! Ha! My... blood!"

Klyde raised an eyebrow. "Someone's flapping loose in the wind..."

Vega rolled forward, bringing up a fist into Klyde's stomach. All the breath was knocked out of Klyde's lungs. Without losing any momentum, he jumped backwards, rebounded of the wall, and lunged at Klyde, slamming his fist again into his face. Klyde stumbled backwards, completely dizzy.

This was his chance. Vega ran back to the back of the room and found his claw amidst several dusty crates. He snapped it back into place and smiled.

"Now for the kill."

Vega slowly walked up to Klyde, who was still swaying back and forth, his senses still not coming to him. Vega licked his claw and grinned.

"Now for the finale... my Red Impact!" Vega pulled back his claw, his claw gaining the dull glow of ki. "Goodbye, little fool." There was a high pitched laugh as the claw shot forward.

AN- Don't you just love cliffhangers? Well, if people really want the next chapter, they need only let me know. If I get a lot of noise for the next chapter, it may arrive early... heh. Hope to hear from all of you readers soon!