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Warning: Adult situations, and mild age indifferences. Some lemon and lime!

Tribulation

Chapter 2: The Color Red

Envy My Pain

The color red. Blood. It slid like a stream down the tainted lips of a motionless body. The faint flicker of a heart beat could only be told by the quivering breaths she took, the rise and fall of her chest. She was dieing---in fact she was so close to death she could taste it. Darkness consumed her, and she was touched by the blade of the reaper itself, Vega.

She'd been sixteen when the images began to drown her mind with doubt. Everything she'd been doing seemed so morally wrong. She'd killed countless in the name of a cause she didn't understand. She killed without mercy and without meaning. She felt alone, and despair. Her last assignment had been to assassinate a government official in England. There was a glitch in her programming. She had been so confused that she didn't complete the assignment, and she never reported back to the base, she'd been AWOL. Bison knew. She'd never slipped before in her life, he knew she was slipping from the grasp of his clutches. What better then to send his caged monkey out…the same monster who'd scared her in her younger years of training.

Oh yes, Vega---one of the four grand masters…Bison's best assassins, was sent to kill her. The same man who trained her in the arts of seduction, and intimacy. Oh that's something that the storylines would never tell you. For it's improper for a man at his age to intermingle with someone so young as Cammy. So young, but beautiful. And well know that Vega has an appetite for beauty. You'd be lying to yourself if you said Cammy White wasn't appealing; exotic---and didn't hold an appealing aurora about herself. She was just as skilled as him.

She was deadly, she was the Killer Bee. She was just as dangerous as the villain Vega. He knew, he'd only best her because he'd manipulated her into a trap. She'd been to disoriented from the battle of her mind, and her plagued realization that her past partner in crime, was about to kill her. He was so cruel, and so masterful in his approach of how he was going to masterfully kill his work of art. After all he'd helped create her, with Bison. Cammy was just as much of his as she was Bison's. At least in Vega's standpoint. Cammy was beauty, and the beast. She'd always have that extra ace up her sleeve.

Not this match, oh no his Cammy tasted so sad. The story of how she'd ended up nearly dead and battered at the door step of an enemy he hated. His story of how he'd allowed the color red to taint his soul---how he scared his beautiful Cammy with the art of his touch. He marked her for all to see---she belonged to him. Oh yes, she'd see that scar for all of eternity---just so she could remember. The blade of his claw. The mark of his masterful touch. He'd be lying if he told you that he'd find her unattractive---the scar she wore made her more beautiful---more alluring, and more deadly intoxication. Nothing could be lesser, his touch was like god. He never made mistakes. Miscalculations---yes. Mistakes though in his type of business, would mean failure. Death. Or worse.

Allow me a few moments to explain to you what occurred before now, so you know just how deep this relationship of love and hate, began. Before the blood upon the steps of English land, before the danger of her being captured in the clutches of his dangerous kisses. I take you to a time that no one was brave enough to utter…I warn you now she is far to young and he is older. This is no sick twisted fetish, the appeal to learn the truth continue forward…if not turn tail and leave. I promise you this; this is the tail that CAPCOM was far to afraid to tell.

Flash Back

She'd sat there; all day---all night. She'd been drowned with boredom. No missions, no freedom. Just her and her cell. At first she'd pondered on mistake she might of made, something that would cause M. Bison to lock her down into the confinement of a cell. She had already warmed up with a spar, shadowboxed, and now she was on her bed, her eyes arched to the ceiling counting away at invisible dots she'd been forced to pretend were there.

A faint beep could be heard, and her eyes averted with a stealth speed to the entranceway of her cage. Her body lifted up all in one, as she watched the small intercom vibrate with the life of a voice.

"M. Bison will see you now, Cammy White."

She heard the faint of her door slid open, the appearance of on of the soldiers stood there. She watched the faint curve of fear plaster to his feature. She could already see the bead of sweat taint down the paleness of his features. Her lip curled in a startling snarl, as her eyes seemed to slid into a beastly glare.

"Where?"

"Uh-um…in the main control room."

He coward away, just like every other one of Bison's footmen. Worthless cowards, they were spineless. Just like there master. Where did that thought come from? Bison was her master? Was she suppose to have thoughts like that? Where those permissible, was that why she was caged like an animal…because she was thinking more open mindedly. She grimaced as she entered into the main control room, she could feel the heat of both there stares.

"Ah, Miss Cammy. Yes, well it would seem that your 'temporary master' has finally made his calling on you."

"temporary? I don't understand…did I do something wrong? Have I provoked you?"

"No. I'm actually quite pleased with you, my Killer Bee. I'm just been prolonging a curtain event---that I've been procrastinating for some time now, and it needs to be assured in your qualities and of course I need you to experience it in your…" He paused, he'd meant to say programming but you know Bison is far to wise to slip up such as something as important as his doll discovering something such as devious as that. "training attributes. To advance you to a higher skill…more mentally, physically, and of course you must learn a quality all women must learn."

He turned from her, leaving a bewildered Cammy to star from afar. She was trying to soak in everything, she did that so well. Like a sponge parched of thirst. She could only retain in so much until it began to leak out from it's grasp. She glanced at Vega, who shifted his stare behind the mask. He always made her feel so uneasy. Made her feel like there was something so dangerously close to striking her from behind. Like the snake tattooed along his mid torso and climbing it's way up his upper chest. He was like a viper, and she knew that the venom of his blades promised death to all that crossed them.

"Vega."

She watched him bow mid waste to Bison, she watched his hair teeter over his shoulder. Such rich golden hair. Something so uncommon with Spaniards who were naturally darker; although his skin held such a rich olive tone---but his eyes the color of such a deadly ice of blue. They matched the reflection of his heart. Cold. Ruthless. Fearless. She shielded her feelings, behind her perplex azure hues. She had that bewildered look still plastered onto her features. He seemed to have the grace of a skilled cat---he moved with such grace, such nobility. She knew that he had many women…oh she'd watched him when there were meetings among the men; when his mask was off. They were always so deep in there cups, and always rattling on about political issues…money, weapons, and women. They were always such lavishing feasts.

"Bison."

He spoke with come respect, such a cool calculated voice as he slid up---he glanced at her more fully now as he snapped his finger to her. She hissed under his breath. For a sixteen year old. Cammy was know fool, she had figured out a lot about the situation and she was only now starting to make the calculations to the current obstacle that lay ahead. She bit down on her lower lip. Bison drew up his gaze, one that mentioned something worse then fear if she considered disobedience in his presents. She bowed mildly, as she began to follow Vega.

Oh yes, she had followed him towards the training room his skillful hands arched his mask over his handsomely features. Upon entry heads lifted with question and, it took but one single look from Vega to initiate to the man to leave. He had a hatful look to him---and his mask was already drawn up, and his clawed hand already arched into his stance as he coyly watched her.

"Am I to fight you?"

He balanced the blade in his hand as he took his eyes from his hand to her, she'd never see a smirk crawl up upon his sinister lips. He bowed down once and in a split second he was in the air with is blades facing downwards, ready for a fatal attack. She arched back into a backwards handspring missing his attack by seconds, only to feel the fury of his punches and claw soon to follow. She matched him, punch for punch, kick for kick. Only once and awhile a claw would capture a piece of clothing of her leotard uniform. Drawing only a small paper like portion of blood.

Her foot it wrong and she tumbled. She slid back to her rump as she gazed up at Vega. Was he going to assassinate her? She gave a perplex stare, as she watched his hands flicker up and toss his mask aside. She watched him with caution as he drew in a mocking breath.

"What is there to Fight? You are far from being my equal, Miss Cammy White. Fighting you was never the game…for tonight. Submission, and obedience."

"Submission? Obedience?"

"Yes."

He bent over her now, the blade of his hand curved at her throat, only to slide out and curve to the side, as his fingerless gloves allowed the digits of his figures to curve upon the perfection of her doll like features. They skimmed the flesh of her cheek. How soft they were, he was so perfect in his motion that she'd never realized that he was on top of her. Pressing her to the mats, she'd never noticed to his blade cutting away the straps to her shoulders wardrobe.

"You will learn, the fine arts of seduction."

His lips slid so dangerously close to hers, oh yes---so close she could feel his breath. She'd seen him like this before. Although he'd never kiss a women there on the lips. He'd kiss them to the side so close, he would always lick there at the corner but he'd never touch there lips. He'd told her once, when she'd been a little younger. She'd been privileged to sit by them at the higher tables of the group. Subordinate are not privileged enough to taste nobility. Only a taste---nothing more.

She captured his lips with her own, she didn't want to be subordinate to him. He moved, oh he was fast---his lips came to the corner of her lips, as his eyes gazed at her with mockery. He rolled his long lean body on top of her. His lips skimming the edges of her jaw line now as she could feel the hardness of his peek begin to roll over the flesh of her stomach.

"You remembered…ah, yes Cammy you are a piece of art. You are the manipulation of everything that is temptingly seductive."

His lips came to her eyes, as she closed them---so that he could kiss the lids of her site. She struggled mildly and she could feel the bitterness of her will fleeing away. The skill of his hands unclothed her, and had her there willing and naked there---her flesh quivering with the want of a man; with the want of his hold. She whimpered out as she felt his teeth nibbling at the flesh of her ear, his hands massaging the contours of her long slender body, from her thighs to her stomach and over her washboard abs. He even toyed with her maturing breasts; and his lips trailed there to her hardening peeks, to her navel. He even was cruel enough to taste her; his tongue long, slender, and powerful. She was already whispering his name when he slid up, arched his blade to his lips drawing in the blood from here pervious battle to his tainted lips.

"You taste overwhelmingly delectable. To be expected, when being molded by a master of art."

He pulled from her, and within seconds he had his mask drawn on; and a towel tossed to her nude form. She felt humiliated, and confused. Wasn't there something more, wasn't there more. She'd only peeked with curiosity a few times---there were always some type of sweat; like fighting. There was always the sound of flesh slamming against flesh, and there was always loud vibrant sounds of something she couldn't word coming out from both of them. Vega always grunted….she'd recalled a few girls he'd divulge himself upon in the opening. He'd always watch her; with his masked eyes. As if he was asking her to watch. Inviting her.

"Seduction Cammy…Humiliation. unsatisfied. Empty. You enemy must always feel this, it's what wants them---to want more. Its and addiction, a crave. Like what you have for me---and what I have for you."

"You crave me? Then why stop?"

He was there holding her to him, as he clung to her towel. She was locked in his masked hue as she felt his blade digging into her flesh, blood was already forming. She could feel the stinging sensation of pain as she flinched from the kissing of his blades. Such a deadly kiss…and now he had her to the wall, his body pressed upon her own.

"You feel me, hard. You feel me warm…nobility doesn't lie. My body wants you Cammy. I am not hear to spoil your innocents, love. I can spill to blood of your flesh and taste your juices, but bellow I am commanded to leave unspoiled. I am only here to teach you seduction…"

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