The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95
Based on the Characters of The King of Fighters '95 Copyright 1995(C) SNK
Original Fan Fiction Copyright (C) 1995 [ENGEL] Design Room 1995
This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)
"Which Character are you?"
Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match.
ORIGINAL CHAPTER
That garden.
Was?
Was that?
Was that THE first room?
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Are animals capable of committing suicide? Defined as the intentional ending of one's life through its purposeful actions. Indeed the answer relies on the base concept of suicide.
God gave man free will. People are the only animal that is able to commit true suicide.
It is a FAILSAFE. A kill-switch afforded only to human beings.
This is what makes humans, truly, dangerous.
"I see you've met our [FRIEND], Heidern." The Knight greeted, waving his hand as if in a tropical vacation. "We have been waiting for a very, very long time." BRUV.
The Knight sat in a wooden chair, waving his left hand up greeting his friend behind him without so much as turning his head.
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This PLACE, THIS, [the ROOM], must have been created by the Celestial Beings.
Could this be a way HE could limit and prevent us WRETCHES who have given their souls to the FINAL EVIL? To ensnare and trap us, blinded by our own weaknesses. Because while he created us, could it be that perhaps, he fears us too? Because, we are MONSTERS.
"Do you know why [they] the 4th Syndicate wanted WAR? My friend?
YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE OF HATE.
"It is because…" Because… Static rushed across the television, warping the image momentarily. When we were children, it served as a slight annoyance. But that MOMENT was like deja vu, a warp in the matrix. A momentary, mathematical anomaly. "DO you know why?" The FIRST Childrens superimposed its face on the Knights an instant. We didn't UNDERSTAND it back then – but – that STATIC was some way, that GOD wanted to COMMUNICATE with people. …and man resented GOD's attempt to reach out.
When the television once upon a time became garbled and full of noise.
The rate of suicide was LESS during World War 2 than other eras of torment…
In 1990.
NEVER give up. NEVER, EVER, SURRENDER, Heidern. TO HIM!
That is why I believe you and I, will see this story to the end, mein bruv.
It is because. Despite their virtuous proclamations, humans DESPISE PEACE, and they, deep down inside, they long for CONFLICT. Somewhere along the way, [OTHER PEOPLE] realized they were easier to manipulate – DURING TIMES OF CHAOS. : D
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Celestial Beings used this to control its creations. People that had a propensity for suicide.
Muchiko washed her hands again. She tried her best to scrub her hands with warm water and soap, water so hot at the moment she kept it there up until the last moment when the burning sensation was too much and she had to pull away when the pain was so great. "HaaghSSSSsss…." She seethed. But the pain was a familiar, a familiar, reassuring feeling, and it was not so bad. Compared to what happened 42 weeks ago. When. The PAIN served as a reminder, when, when she was still alive. Angry and alive.
When everything was so horrible. But, so wonderful – when everything was CLOSER.
Could even a small weak girl like ME make a difference?
Because the beings, in their great omnipotence, they FEARED them. These PEOPLE.
All she had were old, rusted, battered cans of corned beef, some eggs, with a little help from the Orientals, small bags of rice and garlic. Yet, despite ALL of these petty scraps of food, a little, German, half Japanese girl thought to herself. Maybe, mayhaps, with JUST these things, I, even I, could change the world – no, that I could PREVENT the world from CHANGING, even as the world wanted to change everyone, without our permission, both YOU and ME.
The Whip was 11 years old. A girl. Her name was Muchiko Vogel. And this… was just an insignificant story, of very angry, and very, very lonely people. With wishes that flew skywards. Up to heaven. And they did not care if what greeted them would be a FRIEND…
Because, somewhere along the way, God had accidentally CREATED things they could no longer control. Then, these THINGS, started to sway from the arc of destiny.
And that was most fearsome. Were pawns you placed, but at the next instant.
…the pieces moved independently on their own.
…or if those who waited at the heavenly gates would be her ENEMY.
1979. Munich, Germany. Cloudy day. Early morning.
Heidern groaned, he slowly grew awake.
"Wilhelm." Muchiko said. "Good morning." Are you hungry, old man?
What is most FEARSOME. God assured that he gave humans the ability for free will. Or. Was it an accident that he had not predicted, and now the game just sank into CHAOS.
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A WEAPON. ONE to SURPASS ALL OF THEM.
"Mistress! Look what I've found!" Oswald said in glee.
"Let me guess, Oswald." Whip sighed, "You found this on the eBay?"
"Yes mistress, yess! Look at it." It is so wonderful.
Triclavianism is the belief that three nails were used to crucify Jesus Christ. The exact number of the Holy Nails has been a matter of speculation for centuries. The general modern understanding in the Catholic Church is that Christ was crucified with four nails, but three are sometimes depicted as a symbolic reference to the Holy Trinity.
Triclavianism was one of the beliefs attributed to Albigenses and Waldensians, who held that three nails were used to crucify Christ and that a Roman soldier pierced him with a spear on the left side.
Do not humans have four limbs? As with many Catholic and Christian children asked ourselves when we sat in wooden pew, bored and restless, many a Sunday morning. Were there only three nails or were there FOUR nails that pinned that statue on the wall when we remained silent.
How many NAILS crucified Jesus Christ? Is it three? Or is it four?
"Nails?"
"The Nine Inch Nails."
I think I may have found the FOURTH in Tel-Aviv! The ULTIMATE WEAPON!
The last weapon that was able to SLAY a GOD.
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"What are you talking about Oswald?" Whip laughed in between syllables. "The fourth nail?"
"There are about thirty or more NAILS in the world." Oswald said, "Most are likely FAKE. Including perhaps the three nails in the Vatican." But. "But what IF, there was a FOURTH?"
Pulling it out of a crisp brown box. Oswald presented a clump of cloth in front of the lady. Undoing the twine string, the man uncurled one cloth wing one by one…
"What is this now, Oswald?"
"This is the FINAL WEAPON, mistress." He replied confidently. "His name was Edon Melick. He was selling a box of his great grandfather's engineering tools. But one thing stood out in the cheap lot. It was a rusty nail."
"Who?" Muchiko asked.
"When I talked to him more, Edon said his great grandfather was a lead engineer for the United States Federal Government, Neal A. Melick." He smiled. "He was an engineer involved in a famous building in Kentucky, in the United States."
"And?" Muchiko, visibly annoyed did not share the same interest in the conversation as Oswald and wanted to end it as soon as possible, yet, as always she humoured her butler.
"Melick," Said he inherited an old box of engineering tools and Nazi memorabilia and wanted to sell them for cheap. But, there was a strange item included in it that he did not understand. "Look, isn't it great? Mistress?"
Muchiko slapped her forehead with a low groan. For someone so old, the man was so gullible. "And you will trust the word of a faceless stranger on this, 'the internets'?"
Unwrapping the package, Oswald presented a battered, crooked, 9 inch long rusted iron nail in front of her. Underneath it were 4 layers of white cotton cloth. "I don't think Edon knows what this is… or what his great grandfather had."
"Like the spear." Muchiko asked, "Are you SURE that this is even real? Why would a Jew even keep this?"
Did you know? People collect strange things.
"Do you know that in eBay, the largest group of collectors of Nazi memorabilia is owned by Jews?" Oswald said.
Muchiko did not reply but the reflection of her confused face was certain answer enough. "Hahgh?" She responded. "Did they want to DESTROY the artifacts?" She asked.
"No." Oswald answered. "I think they collected these artifacts, to preserve it, because they wanted to keep them so that future generations would never forget it.
"Okay, so…" Muchiko said. "So what makes you think this NAIL is even real?"
"It is not up to me," Oswald replied, open palm outstretched. "It is up to YOU."
"Is this WEAPON real, Oswald." Muchiko asked again.
"I don't know. Edon Melick was simply selling junk that once belonged to his grandfather."
"His WHAT?!" She said. "What are you talking about, Oswald?"
The old Irishman shrugged his shoulders. "I just found it a curious piece of junk from a man whose great grandfather worked for the United States Federal government." He grinned. "Here, take it."
Nowadays we would not be able to believe, but once upon a time, as with all civilizations in its infancy, because they relied on a small group of people for survival, back then the concept was reasonable, that way back in our day, the internet was still 'honest'.
Muchiko reached into the box, hemming and hawing but finally succumbing to Oswald's cajoling. She reached in and grabbed the rusty nail with her hand and pulled it out. Immediately, her hand recoiled back, as if from a hot stove, she dropped the nail into the ground as the echoes of clattering resonated through the castle.
Oswald dropped the cardboard box and instantly rushed to her mistress, holding her hand in both of his. "Mistress, are you okay?" Oswald asked.
Muchiko, in a sudden shock, looked up at Oswald, and down at her hand. She pulled back her arm and put it on her breast, her opposite hand pulling it close and turning to the side. "I am fine Oswald. I am fine."
Muchiko looked down at her trembling hand, she was unsure and uncertain as to why this happened. Splaying and clawing her fingers slowly in front of her face, like a burning, electric shock, why did that happen? Even she was uncertain. And she tried desperately to calm herself.
In front of her clawed hand, Oswald calmly picked up the artifact and put it back in the cardboard box.
…Make it into a WEAPON.
"What, Mistress?" Oswald looked up over his rose coloured perfectly circular glasses.
"Make it into a WEAPON! Now!" Cradling one hand in the other in front of her breast.
Now.
"As you command, my mistress." Oswald bowed. "Please understand…"
If you follow down this road, please understand, that, no matter how this story ends.
YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO CARRY THIS WEIGHT, ALONE.
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"Xiao jie men," The Chairman addressed his ladies. "Prepare for the second sequence."
"Yes, Chairman." The dozen or so Chinese ladies replied in unison
"59 seconds." Louie said. Crucifiction.
Large numerals flashed on the screen immediately counting down to the final firing sequence. 00:59:99. The constant blue beam in front of the satellite maintained its energy while a brighter pulsating light collected behind it as it readied itself for the killing attack.
The first shot is only to test the accuracy of their aim, the SECOND is the REAL thing.
There is no more time. You have to KILL Heidern. THEY are going to…
SHUT UP!
"ALL!"
SO your HUMANITY remains in your LEFT EYE. The intense pressure, the painful sensation of claws driving itself into her stomach, Muchiko, The Whip felt like a dozen sharpened bamboo stalks tore through her guts as Heidern drove her into the ground forcefully and her blood gushed into the sky. Their blood begun to float up as it began to slowly boil in the blue haze.
Heidern's one good eye stared back at Muchiko, with one last painful plea, [THEN]… just as the same as cracking two eggs into a bowl, two yolks in the same cup, two pupils swirled inside Heidern's left eye socket. Like Yin and Yang, two swirling pupils, one brown and one RED swam in a large white pool. Erratically, TWO pupils moved independently and stared back at the girl from the same eye socket, EACH vying for absolute dominance in the same socket.
THEN, each pupil with mutually exclusive thought came to the same conclusion; from Heidern's left eye socket BOTH of them twitched back and forth erratically before finally staring back at the girl underneath them. Their ENEMY.
"YOU." Muchiko snarled, desperately pushing it away. "You MONSTER!"
THERE! THERE YOU ARE! GOD!
Muchiko pushed up with the last of her breath JAMMING her right thumb FORCEFULLY into Heidern's left eye socket.
The BEAST – part 45.
You keep us captive here. Is it for your interest, or was it for your amusement?
But it works both ways, and mayhaps I do not resent you for creating THE ROOMS. Because maybe this was the only way you could prevent your creations from becoming MONSTERS?
Perhaps… DESTINY realizes this, and the way it thrusts misery unto you, it is doing so to PROTECT itself from YOU. …that, I believe deep down inside. DESTINY FEARS YOU. Instead, little German girl. (135)
1979. Munich, Germany. Cloudy day.
The television actually stares both ways. Am I watching you or are you watching me?
Heidern groaned, he slowly grew awake.
"Wilhelm." Muchiko, the young girl said. "Good morning." Are you hungry, old man?
Muchiko, now almost 12 years old put Heidern's left arm over her shoulder and easing him upright, Heidern turned and sat up, putting his feet on the ground from the edge of his bed.
"Let me help you up, Wilhelm." She said. Muchiko pulled the man up till the moment he regained his balance. With a warm smile.
She walked him to the dining room hand in hand and sat him on the opposite end of the long table. When he was calm Muchiko walked out into the kitchen then came out with a few steaming dishes in her hands and placed them on the table. A plate of old expired cans of corned beef, mayhaps too salty for his tastes. A helping of garlic rice that she placed in neat portions on his plate. With some slices of old canned tomato, and a few eggs from very good friends.
"Wilhelm," she smiled, because the world, though cruel, was easy to understand now. "Wilhelm." She said again…
Wilhelm said nothing. Instead he took the silver utensils in his hands and slowly began to eat his breakfast in a careful pace. Saying nothing, his eyes looked outward with a blank gaze.
"Wilhelm." The 12 year old Muchiko said, she, with both hands poured coffee into his cup. She slowly put one by one lumps of sugar, one and then two… "Six lumps of sugar, Heidern?"
Heidern, as if woken from his slumber, put his hand to block the girl's hand. "Five. Five lumps," he coughed, then smiled. "Thank you, Fraulien." The old man smiled.
Munich Germany had horrible weather during that time.
Muchiko pulled back, her lips trembling, her teeth biting hard down just not wanting to understand what was happening, as the incredible weight began to pile on her shoulders. Her entire body TREMBLED wildly. I AM. GOING. INSANE! This MADNESS!
This was what GOD feared the most.
Adam and Eve lived in the garden of Eden, and had nothing changed, perhaps none of us had to suffer as their descendants. Until that one point, when everything changed.
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THERE! THERE YOU ARE! GOD!
Despite all his gifts; Did man HATE GOD? Did the woman want to FIGHT him?
Muchiko pushed up with the last of her breath JAMMING her right thumb FORCEFULLY into Heidern's left eye socket.
As her thumb embedded itself deeply into her enemy's left eye socket, the RED pupil curled back cowardly and recoiled into the back of Heidern's head.
It was easy enough to predict. Muchiko looked upwards and her eyes swerved to the left, and indeed the red eye pulled back and settled into the cavity of Heidern's RIGHT, once empty eye socket, snarling savagely as the beast heaved down with its entire weight to CRUSH the girl's throat. The evil red, right eye BURST into a crimson blaze, burning with rage. Flashing with a bright light bathing the entire room momentarily in red before it turned into black again.
Wanting desperately to cling to life, her heels flailing and slipping on the floor as if she was drowning – pleading to push herself up to take a breath above the waterline and not die. Muchiko looked the opposite side on the blade, the Lance of Longinus that impaled the monsters hand into its own opposite shoulder. As her windpipe felt itself slowly being crushed, the same momentum when the BLUE beam slowly burned her alive. There was not enough space, maybe only three quarters of a foot, 9 inches, there was no way she could pull that weapon out of his shoulder and counterattack from her position of weakness. THE WHIP – she looked at the WEAPON, and THEN, BACK at him.
"Come find me… Fraulien." The old man pleaded.
And at the final moments of weakness as she was about to die, a small voice said…
Yes. Yes, I will.
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Heidern slowly and without emotion, shoveled with spoon and fork, the rice and those stale cans of corned beef, but it was as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten.
And that pressed into Muchiko like loving hands embracing her tightly. With so much rapture she wanted to reach out and hug him in reciprocation, pull him tight and drown in a place where she could not see anything, she could not hear anything. Where she would be left in a peaceful darkness. Where there will be, no longer, the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
When Heidern ended his meal, Muchiko 12 years old, with both her hands held Heidern's weak hand in hers and nested it on her knees. "I am so happy." She said.
I am so happy that…
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THE ROOM.
Static suddenly scrambled our thoughts and momentarily confused us.
Where am I?
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The Celestial Beings trapped us here. Within our weakness, our suffering, and our honest desires. Nothing more, and nothing else.
In 1979. A small girl did not care what had happened around her. As the ENTIRE WORLD descended into WAR. Those deaths, those wails of suffering, and each and every drop of pain was irrelevant and insignificant. Because she would eagerly exchange the entire world.
Just for this… one moment of innocence.
Heidern slowly found his consciousness wake up, through his eye sockets, she saw the bookshelves, the grand towering walls of this grand German palace, then she looked at HER.
Floating downwards from the sky – diamonds surrounded her. Pain and suffering brought us here. When glass pierced our eyes. BUT. WE simply did not care.
"Fraulien?" Heidern said.
"Wilhelm." She replied. "Wilhelm." She said.
Wilhelm placed both spoon and fork on the table and looked up at the girl. Confused.
Heidern stared blankly forward and said nothing in response.
Her lips were about to move but instead she pulled back and bit her lips. SUDDENLY. It first started with a drip then two, then without warning it began to RUSH down beyond control. TEARS ran down both eyes streaming down her cheeks STREAMING like waterfalls, so much that it began to soil the floor under her feet like flowing blood. And she WAILED as she steeped in agony. ABSOLUTE AND VICIOUS MISERY.
And then.
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A sudden change. HARD static, conflict interrupted her thoughts once again…
The image on the very low resolution television screen changed. As if… as if some celestial being wanted to prevent and circumvent a TERRIBLE COUNTER ATTACK.
The Betamax tape, REWINDED.
"More coffee, Heidern?" Muchiko asked, tipping the kettle filling his cup again.
"Thank you." Heidern replied. He sat in a wooden chair looking out into the horizon at the grassy bluff. As if nothing had changed. Destiny resisting change, again.
Muchiko poured a cup for herself and reached for a lump of sugar, but, but, before she could, she did not drop it into her cup and put it back unto the dish and sat down on the wooden chair next to Heidern. Looking outwards. She was 13 years old. She put her hands on her lap.
"I can't."
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1990.
The Whip pushed her right hand up and outwards, repelling the monster's face from hers. OSWALD! The RED EYE looked back at the 12 year old girl, bit by bit the gears cranked twisting the monster's face back at hers. "WHY!" SHE SCREAMED! "WHY WON'T YOU LET US FREE?!" Oh. Yes. I remember now. The entire world made an enemy of us and I have no choice now, I have to kill you…
Who the hell is Melick?
Mistress… I do not know. He is just a Jew on eBay who sold me a RUSTY NAIL.
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Static. Screeching. The sound of a VHS tape rewound in that familiar mechanical hum.
What will you do without me, Wilhelm? Muchiko smiled warmly as she took a sip. Looking outwards at the morning sun, out at the horizon perched over a calm sea. THAT PLACE. Thank you my friend… but…
"YOU CANNOT STAY HERE."
Chapter 185: the Finger of GOD
If it's your dream, then I will make it mine too.
I want to thank you for everything
You are the only one I can trust
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You told us that you were there because no one would stand up for us.
You're a liar!
You were the one who wanted to be saved!