AN: Ok, sorry people about the LONG ASS WAIT for me to update the story. I kinda lost my creative spark and work is...well work. Anyways...ON WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER! (booyah)
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WHAM!
The problem with luggage cars on trains are the lack of proper restraints for the luggage. Well, its not like people normally travel in them anyways, right?
Bryan rubbed his head. "Son of a bitch! That one was heavy...I'm gonna bruise."
The sudden shock woke Bryan from his pleasant slumber. He could feel the train lurching to a stop. The difference in the outside temperature could already be felt inside the car.
"Welcome to Texas...yee friggidy haw", Bryan announced sarcastically.
Bryan suddenly remembered the last time he stowed away in the train.
This time I'm just going to walk out and ignore anyone who talks to me. Bryan took a deep breath and opened the door to the car. The station was empty except for a few people getting out of the passenger cars. The sun was more noticeable once he stepped out. Bryan adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder and walked to the train station exit.
I wonder where I am? Kind of a desolate place to have a train station. He spotted two men in green camouflage uniforms and made his way towards them. Soldiers eh? I must be near some military outpost. Maybe they'll help me out.
"Hey guys, do you guys know what the name of the closest town is?"
The larger of the two turned towards Bryan and smiled. "Yea I do." He turned back to the other man and continued talking.
Bryan cocked one of his eyebrows in surprise. Did he just blow me off?
"Umm...well how about you share that information buddy. I'd like to know where I am."
The smaller soldier spit a gob of brown fluid on the ground and faced Bryan.
"Listen boy, we aint no damn map. Now run along and carry your yankee ass wit ya."
The big one laughed. "Heh heh yankee ass...nice one"
Bryan's head twitched in shock. Boy am I glad these guys are protecting our country. He shrugged his shoulders and turned in one step.
"Well thanks anyways guys. I prefer talking to people with more teeth than fingers anyways."
The shorter man grabbed Bryan's shoulder and whipped him around. Both were now facing him, the big one cracking his knuckles.
"Now buddy, now ya just made urself a big mistake. Tell ya what...we'll show ya how ta git ta town."
The big one smiled again.
"Yeah, or mebe to the hospital."
Bryan dropped his bag just in time to avoid two fists aimed at his face. He used the momentum to perform a backflip, flicking the smaller one's nose with his foot in the process. Blood flowed almost instantly.
"OW! MI NOBE! GIT HIM!"
The two soldiers rushed Bryan, eyes glaring. Bryan made the choice of taking the big guy down first and hopped to his side. He ducked a right hook and proceeded to land a sweep into the guy's right knee. The impact made a snapping sound and the man fell; his forward momentum forcing him to tumble head over heels.
Morons...
The smaller soldier took this opportunity to literally pounce on Bryan. Bryan caught a glimpse of the man in midair and drove his other foot vertically, catching him in the chin. Bryan's face became sprinkled with nose blood as the man came to a sudden stop.
"Eww...gross!"
Bryan quickly returned to his feet and jumped away from the two sprawling men. He wiped his face with his gi.
"Great, just great. Soda stains...and now blood stains. Sigh"
The two men returned to their feet and ... didn't make a move towards Bryan.
Bryan made a confused look and loosened his stance.
"Oh I see, now you guys want ME to rush? Ok let's go."
Bryan took two steps forward when suddenly he couldn't breathe. His midsection felt like there were two tree trunks pushing his insides against a brick wall. He looked up and saw the two soldiers still standing perfectly still.
What the...?
That's all he had time to think before his body was lifted off the ground and flipped backwards. The back of his head made a thick thud sound as it impacted the ground. Bryan's vision turned blurry and eventually black.
Bryan awoke from a dreamless sleep; brains still pounding; to the motion of a large vehicle hitting a speed bump.
"Owie my head...where am I?"
A voice boomed and echoed in Bryan's head.
"Oh, you're awake? You've got to be a tough kid to be up this quickly."
Bryan's eyes focused on a face that looked like it was chiseled out of pure stone. On top was a blond crew cut that appeared laser cut. He was driving and Bryan was sitting in the passenger seat.
The voice crashed again in Bryan's head.
"Sorry about putting your lights out kid but I thought you had attacked two of my men. I eventually "wormed" the story of them and punished them accordingly. They'll be sick of porcelain when I'm done with them."
Bryan caught the joke but it would have hurt too much the laugh. Plus he was in shock about the sheer size of the man sitting next to him. He recognized the inside of a humvee but the man made the vehicle look like a clown car.
"My name is Colonel William Guile, Air Force. Just call me Guile. Its a military thing."
Bryan sat up fully and shook his head a few times. It was already getting dark outside.
Bryan faced Guile and rubbed the back of his head. "How long have I been out?"
Guile scratched his chin and chuckled.
"About 10 hours! You should feel special. The last guy spent 3 weeks in the hospital."
He slapped Bryan in the chest jokingly...it still felt like he got hit with a sledge hammer.
"Where are we going? I need to be ... somewhere."
"Well I was going to take you to the infirmary but since you're up there's no need for that eh? Let's head to the post bar and chat for a while. I wanna ask you some things."
Bryan was confused about what Guile said but figured he had no choice in the matter and leaned his head back on the seat.
The two had only been in the bar for 2 minutes and Guile had already downed his first beer. He slammed the mug down and laughed.
"Nothing like a cold one after a long hard day of work. HOO-AH!"
Six other men in the bar raised their mugs and 'hoo-ah'ed as well. Bryan's senses were overcome with the smell of stale beer and smoke. He coughed a few times. Guile ordered another beer, then another. Soon an hour passed by and Bryan was still wondering why he was made to come with Guile to the bar. Finally Guile spoke to Bryan.
"Hey. Sssho whats a yank like you doing down here in Texesh? Ain't you a little bit young to be on your own?"
Bryan sighed. "Well I'm traveling the country trying to get stronger. I wanna be a world class streetfighter!"
Guile almost choked on his beer. He chuckled loudly.
"Kid, you're too young to be fightinging. That'sh our job. Besides why would you want to get schtronger in fighting?"
Bryan looked at his feet and sighed again. "You really wanna know?"
Guile just stared blankly at him.
Bryan shrugged. "What the heck. Why not?" Bryan felt a little nervous telling his past to a stranger. Only Klyde knew and understood his motives for fighting.
Bryan reached back to the corners of his past and began to spill everything to Guile.
"Since I was young, I was always picked on...constantly. Not just name calling either. I was beaten up at least 2 - 3 times a week. Then finally one day I had enough. I was 10 and I got jumped by three 16 year old guys. They didn't have anything against me, I was just smaller...weaker than them. I just lost it and started throwing punches. I still got the snot beaten out of me but that's when I wouldn't take it anymore. I started training myself to be stronger so I would never be beaten up again."
Guile snorted. "That's it? You got your ass kicked a few times so now you feel the need to be a traveling fighter?"
Bryan banged the bar hard with his fist and glared at Guile. "IT WASN'T JUST A FEW TIMES...and it wasn't always just me. My little brother would be pulled into it, sometimes my friends. I don't care about getting beaten up, but I don't like not being able to defend the people I care about."
Somebody started laughed behind Bryan. "Aww...isn't that just so cute. Guile's got himself a new boyfriend and he's such a sweetie too"
Bryan turned around and saw the same two guys from earlier that morning. One had a knee brace and the other had bandages on his nose.
Guile rose to his full height off the stool and turned his face to a scowl. "I thought I told you two avoid me for the next few weeks!"
"Well sorry sir but we 'ave some unfinished business with here yonder kid there."
Bryan slid off his stool and readied himself for a fight. Guile put his hand on Bryan's shoulder and whispered to him.
"If I say duck...you duck..."
Guile moved in front of Bryan and crossed his arms. "So you guys got your ass whooped by a kid...big deal. But you do NOT disobey an order from a superior officer you got that CORPORAL?
The corporal smirked. "Oh we get you sir, in fact we get you real clear. GET HIM!"
Suddenly six men rushed in to grab Bryan. Guile reared his massive arms back, fists clenched. The bartender ducked.
"KID! DUCK!"
Bryan did and as he did he felt the air fill with ki. This guy can use ki too!
"SONIC HURRICANE!"
The air in the room tore violently as loud booms filled everyone's ears. The men caught in the bright yellow torrent convulsed violently. Bryan was crouched in amazement as the attack settled to an end. The men stood upright for a brief moment then fell unconscious.
"Guile, behind you!" Bryan pointed.
Guile's arm shot out and grabbed the man sneaking up behind him. The guy smashed a chair over Guile but he didn't flinch. With one arm he threw the man across ... and out of the bar. Guile brushed his hands off, downed the rest of his beer and motioned to Bryan.
"Stand up kid. Let's get out of here."
As they were walking out the corporal opened his mouth again. He was already on his feet, not feeling the pain thanks to the alcohol.
"Just you wait! I'm going to pay both of you back for this!"
Guile stepped toward him but Bryan put his hand on the human tank's shoulder.
"Let me.."
Guile nodded and grinned. Bryan brought his hands back and harnessed his ki. The air around his hand crackled as a purple light filled his hand. Guile's jaw began to drop as Bryan's gi began to move slightly. The ball grew to fill his palms and pulsed brighter. Bryan let a slight smile grace his lips.
"Hadoken!"
The purple ball crossed the room and burst on contact with the corporal and flung him across the room into a wall. The wall splintered under the collision.
Bryan relaxed and regained his composure. It's never been purple before...
Guile laughed. "You are definitely an interesting person. Let's leave before the cops come. HOPEFULLY EVERYONE HAS TIGHT MOUTHS HERE!"
All the patrons nodded silently.
Outside, Guile and Bryan were walking to the humvee. Guile stared at Bryan the whole way, puzzled.
"You've had a rough day. Let me make it up to you. I'll do you a favor on the house. Where did you need to go again?
Bryan looked up at him and rubbed the back of his head.
"You might not believe this but I could really use a lift over to Japan. There are some really strong fighters there and plus one of my buddies might be in the area. I know it's a tall favor but that is really all I need."
Guile stopped in midstep and put his hands on his hips.
"Kid, this must be your lucky day! I'm heading in that direction in three days. You could hitch a ride with me if you'd like."
Bryan smiled greatly.
"That would be awesome! But why are you heading over there? You on a mission or somethin?
Guile sighed and looked at his feet.
"You could call it a mission. I have to find one of my buddies as well. I can take you to Moscow. Is that ok.?
Guile stuck out his hand. Bryan took it and shook it.
"Its a deal. Thanks!"
The two got into the vehicle and drove off; one excited at his quasi good fortune, the other filled with foreboding and confusion.
AN: Well there ya have it, CH 5. I shoud have 6 up by the end of the weekend hopefully. Don't forget to leave a review! Peace...