Scarlet Terror
By S. Krause and W.D.
Street Fighter
Mature – Violence, strong language, non-con, sexual content.
Contains one or two original characters.
This is a fic about Vega; one of the most under-appreciated Street Fighter characters. What happened to insane narcissist after the events of the Street Fighter series?
Thoughts are written in ITALICS
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With her heart still racing, Chun-Li stormed into the gym at the back of the building and came to an abrupt stop. She had gotten there as fast as she could- delaying only long enough to quickly slip on a blue t-shirt and her favorite pair of black yoga pants.
Although the room wasn't dark, the lighting wasn't the best either. This was understandable however because, unlike herself, Ken had admitted to preferring a dimly lit workout area. The American martial artist had professed to her on multiple occasions that it helped him to stay focused and heightened his instincts.
"Ken," she yelled desperately. "I got your message; what's going on?!"
She listened intently for a response, but aside from the sound of her own hurried breath she heard nothing. What had Ken done this time? What horrible occurrence had caused him to text her at such a late hour and plead with her to meet him here? Was he just getting cold feet about the grand opening of his gym, or did he have a relapse and start drinking again in order to cope with his depression?
She glanced down at her phone and let out a tired sigh. She had just spoken to Ken's son, Mel, minutes ago. With any luck he would arrive as planned to meet her within the hour. The two of them had been down this road together before with Ken, but it had been many months since they had to respond to a situation like this.
Eager to locate him, Chun-Li unlocked her phone and sent a voice call to Ken's number. After ringing only once, she ended the call when she noticed the American's phone vibrating on the floor nearby.
The trained Interpol agent eyed the abandoned device suspiciously before reaching down to pick it up.
She felt a drop of something wet from above land on the back of her hand as she studied Ken's phone. She glanced up, expecting to see evidence of a leaking roof or perhaps a failing pipe but instead froze at grisly discovery she made.
Wrapped in a tangled mess of rope, chains, and cables likely taken from the strength training equipment, Ken's battered body hung over her like a nightmarish pinata. His mouth was gagged with cloth and rope, his arms tied to his back by coils of cable, and his exposed chest wrapped tightly in chains and tied to the HVAC unit on the ceiling.
As her eyes took in the sickening sight, she noticed that blood was slowly dripping from a wound on Ken's chest. One of his thighs also appeared to be bleeding, though to a much lesser extent. The ripped, bloody length fabric wrapped around Ken's upper leg looked like some sort of hastily constructed tourniquet.
"Oh god Ken," Chun-li said as she struggled to make sense of the sight. "What happened to you?!"
As if waiting for her to utter those very words, Vega suddenly emerged from the shadows behind her.
"I happened to him," his voice echoed in triumph from beneath his mask. "But I must confess- it is indeed touching to see such dedication between friends!"
Without further warning the Spaniard lunged at her with his claw. He had been looking forward to this- his chance to humiliate and then liberate such lovely prey had finally arrived. Hopefully this woman could still live up to his lofty expectations.
Being a master of Chinese martial arts, Chun-li reacted immediately and sidestepped the deadly weapon. Vega's hubris had already given her an opening and, without a second thought, she took it and drove the base of her foot into his abdomen.
The former matador stumbled back, completely caught off guard by her quick reflexes. Had the sudden side kick been any stronger, Vega wasn't sure he would have even been able to recover. He leapt back to create some distance from Chun-Li and decided to attempt a quick diplomatic ruse in order to reset the encounter.
"My dear," he purred wickedly, "your friend up there is not dead yet- perhaps and arrangement could be made allowing you time to save him?"
Chun-Li eyed the masked man menacingly. Vega's white shirt was was covered in blood and, if the alarming state of Ken's body was any indication, it was obvious where it had come from. What horrible and twisted motivation had lured this lunatic back into her life? At least this was an opportunity to bring one of the highest ranking Shadaloo members to justice.
"I won't negotiate with a Shadaloo terrorist," she replied sternly. "Save your speech for your trial."
Vega put a hand over his heart and shook his head. He sighed and did his best to sound genuinely offended.
"A terrorist? I am no such thing," he bemoaned. "The truth is I am a victim of blackmail- Yes! Someone is forcing me to do this or I will lose everything that matters to me!"
Chun-Li shook her head dismissively.
"Cut the crap- No one forces you to do anything!"
"Oh but how wrong you are," Vega quickly answered. "Even I dare not refuse the monster with strange powers who has claimed the title of Shadaloo's master…"
"Bison," Chun-li seethed. "So- he's back?"
Vega waved his hand to shush the stern woman.
"No- not Bison," he corrected her. "I've seen this man and witnessed his power; He's a rather haunting sight- he looks more like a something that would haunt a cemetery at night!"
"For the sake of argument," Chun-li interrupted. "Let's say I believe you. What does it have to do with Ken or myself?"
Vega shrugged his shoulders and groaned tiredly. The conversation was becoming too serious and boring for him to stomach much longer.
"Mid-life crisis playboy up there is just collateral damage," he muttered. "You see 'Phantom Lord' wants Killer Bee for something..."
Chun-li's brow arched when the admission reached her ears. During a recent interrogation of a former Shadaloo scientist, she could vaguely recall hearing about a twisted plot in which Cammy, whom Bison had once labeled 'Killer Bee,' was somehow the focal point. Though she could not recall most of the details, the name the scientist used to classify the plan suddenly came to her.
"The Raptor project," she muttered aloud before biting her lip. Clearly she would have to revisit the case files and do some research.
Noticing she was momentarily distracted, Vega sensed an opportunity and dove toward Chun-Li. Much like an ambush predator leaping from the brush, he pounced on the Interpol agent and hoped to land a lethal strike before she could react. Unfortunately for him however, this prey wouldn't be so easily dispatched.
Realizing it was already too late to evade Vega's attack, Chun-li raised her arms into a defensive position as their bodies collided. Both of them went to the floor, but Vega managed to stay on top of her.
The ex-matador then tried to bring his points of his claw to her throat but, with a precise flick of her wrist, she was able to snap the straps apart that had secured the weapon in place. The claw immediately detached from the back of Vega's hand and fell to the floor beside them.
Vega scowled beneath his mask when he realized he had been disarmed.
"Impudent little bitch," he cursed darkly. "Ohhh I shall enjoy watching you die!"
In desperation, Chun-Li closed her eyes and took a moment to gather her strength. Summoning her chi from deep within, she gave the energy power and purpose and channeled it through her hands.
The energy left her palms and erupted in a spectacular blast of blue light. The surge of power and the explosive crash that followed sent Vega flying off of her and several feet into the air.
The Spaniard winced as he descended and his back landed atop a nearby weight bench with significant force. He bit his tongue to distract himself from the pain and quickly made it back to his feet. Although he relished a good struggle, he was still pissed.
Vega's slipped his mask off and tossed it aside as Chun-Li sprang up from the floor no worse for wear. He reached down and also tore away the bloodstained remains of his white shirt and licked his lips.
"Very impressive magic trick, my little enchantress," he growled. "Such a pity that our only audience is a dying has-been who's life literally hangs in the balance!"
Chun-Li took a step back as the Spaniard moved in again. She found the sadistic smile twisting his handsome face unsettling to say the least. It was becoming clear that, up until now, he had merely been toying with her. Vega's approach was incredibly fast- In the blink of an eye he had closed the gap between them and left her with no choice but to defend.
With his fingers extended and locked in place, the crazed Spaniard began with a quick left-handed strike. Chun-li deflected the attack away from her throat with her right arm and shifted her weight. As she turned, she brought her left elbow to the side of Vega's head to retaliate- but he was ready for it.
The Spaniard ducked his head away from Chun-Li's attack and punished her by driving his knee into her stomach.
The Chinese martial artist nearly choked from impact of the attack. It took every ounce of discipline she possessed to maintain her focus but, with a great deal of effort, she was almost able to slip away without further injury.
Vega giggled at the sight of her trying to squirm away. He managed to grab hold of Chun-Li's shirt as she desperately tried to escape. Hoping to keep her close so he could inflict more damage, he tugged forcefully on the blue fabric. Instead of hindering her move movement however the t-shirt, as well as the sports bra hidden beneath it, simply tore apart from the strain.
It wasn't until she had managed to put a few steps between herself and Vega again that Chun-li realized she was now naked from the waist up. But the blood-thirsty matador continued his attack, permitting her no time for modesty.
Vega did not allow the Interpol agent a moment to regroup. His hands moved in a blur as he performed a series of rapid strikes. Despite his quickness however, he still found himself unable to land a convincing blow.
When Vega's high sweeping kick also failed to find its mark, Chun-Li was quick to capitalize. With impressive speed, she leapt up and delivered a roundhouse kick of her own to the Spaniard. Her foot caught the base of his jaw and sent him reeling backward with a sickening snap.
Not only did the impact of the kick send Vega to the floor, but it fully ignited his anger as well.
The Spanish assassin surged back to his feet almost immediately. He raged at Chun-Li with renewed fury and unleashed a barrage of frenzied attacks.
The Chinese martial artist tried to control the pace of the exchange but struggled- Vega's attacks had become so crazed and erratic that it even her trained eyes to failed to notice all of his movements. She knew it wouldn't long before twisted narcissist managed to overwhelm her defense. In desperation, Chun-Li called up as much strength as she could muster and focused it into one last roundhouse kick. Unfortunately, Vega saw the attacking coming and went low to avoid it. With a sneaky dart of his hand, he also managed to snatch up his claw weapon from the floor.
Now holding the base of the claw in his left hand and wielding it much like a knife or a sword, Vega resorted almost exclusively to stabbing and slashing maneuvers.
The fight continued for several minutes and Chun-Li remained nimble and agile enough to avoid the Spaniard's dangerous swipes and thrusts.
But Vega remained committed to breaking the woman's powerful and defiant spirit. There would be no escape for her- not this time. The stakes were too high and, as much as he was enjoying the struggle, his desire to overpower and humiliate her had driven his blood-lust to horrific new levels.
As the game of cat and mouse dragged on, Chun-Li finally blundered when she stumbled over a dumbbell that had been left on the floor. Before she could recover and correct her footing, Vega seized upon the error and managed a critical strike.
"Oh god!" Chun-Li choked and tears immediately sprang to her eyes. Her sadistic opponent had driven the claw deep into one of her kidneys. The pain was almost unbearable and for a moment she thought she might pass out.
Vega's mouth curled into a wicked smile. The sight of his prey's powerful legs trembling just before she stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor had been most gratifying. Eager to celebrate his triumph, he rushed to his fallen victim. He lowered his body over her smaller frame and brought his knees to flank her hips.
Chun-Li squirmed desperately beneath him, but Vega would have none of it. He reached down and applied a small amount of pressure to the weapon still lodged in her side. The simple movement triggered immense pain and emphatically ended her resistance.
"Don't push it," he cautioned sternly. "You're only still alive for my enjoyment."
Delighted by the fear he saw in his victim's glassy eyes, the Spaniard licked his lips.
"Kidneys are rich with blood," he teased. "You and the boy-toy up there will be long dead when that little front desk girl finds you in the morning…"
"You're a monster," Chun-Li sobbed defiantly. "A horrible, hideous fucking monster…"
Vega responded with a maniacal laugh. Even when staring death in the face this woman refused to grovel and plead for mercy. He closed his eyes and leaned down to lick the tears trickling down her face.
"So sweet," he moaned, delighted by the taste of Chun-Li's despair. His face moved lower to suck and bite at the soft tissue of her neck while his hands explored the curves of her exposed breasts.
"It's such a pity," he sighed. "You see, I would have loved for that gross American to be alert enough to watch me fuck you until your soul leaves your body."
He paused and reached down to unzip his pants. The Spanish fighter nudged them down below his hips, making it easy to free his cock from his confining underwear. His penis had already become rock hard from the anticipation of what he had in mind for the battered woman.
Vega purred and moved his nimble fingers over Chun-Li's firm belly. Her breath quickened at the touch when he began to smear the blood on his fingertips over her toned abdomen. His hands then returned to her exposed breasts to grope the shapely mounds firmly with his warm palms. With his nimble fingers, he gave Chun-Li's prominent nipples a firm pinch. He found the stifled cry and look of anguish his fondling had elicited from her to be absolutely exquisite.
"Tell me," Vega growled possessively. "How long has it been since a man has fully satisfied you?"
Chun-Li wanted to spit in the face of her assailant but suddenly found herself feeling afraid. It wasn't often she found herself in the company of fear, but Vega's brutal assault had helped her to become reacquainted with the horrible sensation. It was wasn't enough for the Spaniard to just kill her, no- it now appeared that this sick freak intended to rape her as well.
"Please," she sobbed softly. "If you have even a shred of decency left- please spare me the humiliation and just kill me instead."
"Oh no, my little enchantress," Vega mocked her. "You've earned this very special treat…"
With a feral smile, the Spaniard slipped his hand down the front of Chun-Li's yoga pants. His well-manicured fingers dipped between her toned legs and over the lips of her cunt. He fought back a bitter laugh when his victim's entire body stiffened and tears started to stream freely from her eyes.
"Broken at last," he cooed. "How delightful. You, my dear, are going to-"
Vega suddenly went silent when he heard some commotion from the adjacent room.
"Hello," came the voice of a male stranger from nearby. "Dad- are you here?"
The Spaniard moved his hand to Chun-Li's face and covered her mouth to stifle any cries for help. Perhaps if he just waited this uninvited pest would just leave?
The man repeated the call- this time much louder and with additional details that gave Vega cause for concern.
"Chun-Li? Did you make it here? The cops said they can't get a hold of you!"
As his voice echoed throughout the room the second time, Vega decided retreat had become the most sensible option. The implication of law enforcement entering the area wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment.
"Such a shame," he sighed sadly.
With one final look of disgust, Vega reached down pulled the claw from her body. As soon as the weapon was removed, Chun-Li let out a harsh cry and began to bleed profusely.
"Good night my dear," he breathed softly. After giving the battered woman one final look, Vega pulled up his pants retreated- leaving both of his victims within death's reach as he departed.
Sensing that her attacker had made a stealthy exit, Chun-Li poured all of her strength into a final cry for help.
"Mel," she cried as loudly as she could manage. "Your father and I are hurt- call for help!"
Vega approached the front of the deserted-looking cathedral as rain began to fall from the sky. The high, ornate steeple's Gothic architecture stood in stark contrast to the more modern buildings nearby. Even though it was nearly dawn, the stormy skies had proven effective at holding the arrival of daylight at bay.
An occasional flash of lightening illuminated the area enough for the Spaniard to conclude that the large church had fallen into a state of disrepair. This hardly surprised him however, because he viewed this city as little more than a cesspool of American ugliness plagued by agnosticism and homelessness.
He made his way into the neglected building, unfazed by the large doors that had already been kicked in or by the piles empty liquor bottles littering the entryway.
The Spaniard pulled out the phone that had been given to him by his ghostly employer and used the light from the small screen to reveal his surroundings. After a few minutes he located the stairway that lead to the impressive bell tower that had drawn him to this building in the first place.
After a few minutes he reached the top of the spiral staircase and found himself in the belfry under the spire. As he closed the door behind him, he noticed a disheveled-looking man sitting beside a small campfire on floor near the huge church bell. As Vega entered to tower, the unkempt man quickly stumbled to his feet and approached him.
"This iz my towerrrrr," the man slurred angrily. "You can't be'n my towerrrr! Go'way!"
Vega sighed as the stench of cheep booze and cigarettes stung his nostrils.
"Vile troll; I will ask you only once to stand aside..."
The troubled man instead chose to ignore the warning and shuffled unevenly toward the Spaniard. Unfortunately for him, Vega was easyily able side-step him and shove him into the hollow abyss beneath the nearby bell.
"Good riddance," the sadistic matador grumbled.
With an amused smirk, he watched the man disappear into the shadows beneath the bell and ultimately fall to his death.
Satisfied that he was alone in the tower, Vega slipped out of his bloodstained shirt and pants. Once naked, he made his way to the railed walkway along the outer wall to escape the shelter of the spired roof. As the morning rain began to wash away the blood, sweat, and grime from his exposed skin, Vega closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
His battles with Ken and Chun-Li had been enjoyable, yet he still felt unsatisfied. Though he had soundly defeated and humiliated both of them and they were both likely dead by now, he had been deprived of the reward of watching them die.
Vega smiled slightly as fleeting images from the past suddenly came to mind:
For a moment he felt as if here were once again a mere boy struggling with the onset of puberty. After his mother had remarried, things got no easier. Sure; their wealth and social status had been salvaged thanks to the union- but Vega had been forced to watch his mother endure an abusive marriage.
"Of course she only married you for the money," the young Spanish noble cursed. "What else could such a wondrous woman see in a disgusting wretch such as you?"
He could still remember the look of terror on the face of his stepfather when he killed him. Though he certainly deserved to be executed for what he did, Vega had come to feel that the loathsome man hadn't suffered enough before dying.
"Be strong and show the world your greatness, my dear beautiful boy- you are beyond comparison and without equal."
A single gray tear fell from Vega's eye as the recalled his mother's words. It had been years but, despite his best efforts, he still missed her. Since her passing he had become so blinded by his own delusions of grandeur that he failed to understand or even accept how much the incident had damaged his mind.
Vega willed the sad memories away and opened his eyes. He looked down to his feet and raised an eyebrow. Had the small fire behind him smoldered out of control, or had the morning fog suddenly drifted in from the bay?
"Oh no," he mouthed silently when he suddenly realized what the haze foretold. "Not now!"
"You have failed," the haunting voice of Shadaloo's figurehead echoed throughout the belfry.
Vega spun around and immediately felt his heart sink. As expected, the ghostly figure that had put him up to this mission had arrived.
"You said to kill her and I left her for dead," he scoffed. "What's the difference?"
"Ken Master's son was able to get both his father and that bothersome Interpol agent to a hospital."
Vega looked away, suddenly feeling a bit afraid of what may be about to happen to him.
"Oh dear," he sighed. "What unfortunate timing he has…"
"You fool," the cloaked man thundered. "Your ill-conceived message to lure Chun-Li into a death trap prompted her to take the precaution of calling him! If she recovers- it will be impossible for us to get to her now!"
Vega raised a curious eyebrow.
"If… IF she recovers?"
The shady figure took a step back and looked to his side.
"She is in critical condition and is under sedation," he explained. "As long as she remains that way, we can move forward. Still, you better hope she dies in that hospital..."
Vega folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.
"Just what is this secret plan of yours?"
The ghostly figure glared down at the Spaniard from under his shadowy veil.
For moment, Vega could make out the faint glow of two red eyes beneath the concealing hood. It was an unsettling sight- one that filled the matador's twisted heart with the rare specter of fear.
"Never-mind," he shrugged. "I probably don't want to know."
The ominous man chose to overlook Vega's prodding and spoke more calmly.
"The next step is to acquire Cammy White," he explained. "Since the Interpol woman's fate is uncertain, we must accelerate our timetable…"
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