The Colour Purple

by y8irl.SniperBoy

Back in 1996 a boy was put in a small box; trapped alone in that tiny place, he could not but think of a meaning that drives the world. So there would be no excuses when he died. The Ultimate High, The Root of Evil, The Berserker Phenomenon, The Rival Complex, and, The [RIOT] of the blood. Which character are [you]? ...I can't let you go. Up until 20 years do pass.

4. Silent Jealousy

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

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This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)

"Which Character are you?"

Despite all the changes, there are some things that stay constant in this world. One of these is indifference. True weakness - masquerading as strength. I hate it when anyone says "whatever". It's probably the one thing that rapidly and surely deteriorates this society, and the future.

Jaded by failure – one cannot help but stop there, and forget the things they once thought important and worth fighting for. One's self esteem is driven by his own confidence and faith, not by how he is accepted by his peers. If you are fair, tell the truth, and shoot straight then you have nothing to fear from the evil or the world around you.

Maybe that is one thing I regret. (I hate that word too). A man cannot conquer the world alone. It is sad to be betrayed by friends; or even, to make yourself believe you were betrayed just to make yourself feel 'right'.

It is wonderful to have friends, because you cannot conquer the world alone – lest you be driven to madness. Then, your only recourse is to be defeated by a great hero.

It is so sad to leave friends. True friends.

When I see an example of true, selfless friendship next to me, I cannot help but feel a sharp pain in my heart. I do not forgive crimes against this greatness. Hot water flows from my eyes. …and because - it is so very wonderful.

-08.12.04

Chapter 4: Silent Jealousy

You look up and see the towering height of Little Italy's skyscrapers. These man made dreams reach up high, hoping to one day reach the heavens, but most of the time, all saints lose sight of their dreams, and while refusing to look back at the earth, to where they once conceived their ambitions, the addictive high of success just keep them hanging, and much like their dreams, they will never reach heaven. Inevitably they too are doomed to fall from grace.

You mind scales the walls, admiring the splendor, scaling story by story of these brilliant glass temples, trying to imagine what hides behind each window... higher and higher.

"Damn it!" yells that seniour vice president as he sent his palm down on the table like a pile driver.

Andy Bogard had fought all his life and with his blood sweat and tears as he climbed the ranks to his position in the company now, but he is only plagued by anxiety, worry and hate. It was a board meeting and what was on the table were the excruciating demands of the labour union, and as usual, Andy was blamed for this. According to his superiors, the only reason the union had so much courage to put up such demands was because his brother was one of them. His superiors assumed that Andy was in league with these fools to put the company down for his own gains.

"I SAID..." Andy exclaimed, "I have NOTHING to do with Terry Bogard!"

Andy stormed out of the board meeting with the rest of the room in utter stupor. Andy headed back to his office, completely ignoring his jabbering secretary's long list of appointments he had for the day.

"Mr. Bogard, you..." His secretary uttered, only to be answered by the merciless slam of the door in front of her face.

Andy looked at the tall mirror by his closet, and examined himself. He ran his hands through his slicked back blonde hair, and brushed the dust from his khaki blazer. The took of his circular spectacles to wipe and put them back on as he straightened his tie.

"Damn it," Andy muttered. "One day I'll just put them all away..."

Andy turned to his desk and in a bloodshot stare, glared down at the framed picture on it. It was Terry and himself, younger, and in happier days. Terry was wearing his blue overalls and had a green cap on, while Andy wore a white oxford shirt and had a nice clean crew cut. Andy walked over and picked up the picture carefully and tried to stab it with his eyes. He let out a scream and cocked his hand back... After a moment, he let out a breath and calmly set the picture down on the desk once more...

"Why?" Andy thought, "Why am I not content? I've done everything better than you... I stayed in school, I got up this company, and I trained under the best teachers all my life... and you,... AND YOU... You FUCKING DRUNK BASTARD! You just ran away... I looked up to you and no one was there to protect me, to grow up with me. I wasn't independent like you. I had to learn the hard way, alone how to live with all the hate I had when our father died... So I fought... I climbed, tore shred and destroyed all my opponents, just to succeed in this life.. and be the strongest, most powerful man there is. When the time came for us to face Geese, the man who killed our father, you appeared... You had left me alone and came back to steal the glory that was rightfully mine!"

Andy's mind drifted and went black. He could see the swirling black take shape... and the shapes were blocks, then edgy, it shifted into machinery, and in an instant, there was dust, noise, heat and sweat. Andy looked up and he saw himself walking towards the construction site. A flashback of past regret...

"Look, it's Mr. Bogard," the construction workers muttered under their breath... "What's he doin ' here in a place like this?" they wondered in unison, while keeping themselves away from Andy's line of sight for fear of being struck down.

"TERRY!" Andy bellowed, "TERRY! Where the Fuck are you! I've had enough and I'm going to finish it now."

The supervisor, a stout bearded man came from the terrified crowd, and confronted Andy.

"What do you need Mr. Bogard?" Dad asked.

"Where is he, where is Terry?"

"I'm not so sure, I think he's taking a leak right now, maybe you can come back later..."

Andy stopped Dad from finishing his sentence and in one firm motion picked up Dad by the collar and left his feet dangling half a foot off the ground.

"Shut up you old pig!" Andy growled, his temples fuming and his eyes tensing. "You have nothing to do with our family affairs, so BUTT OUT!"

"Mr. Bogard," Dad insisted, "Let's calm down.."

"I've had enough of you..." Andy spat out as he cocked his fist back, about to strike at the terrified supervisor, helplessly hanging in the air.

"ANDY!" came a voice from behind the gathering crowd of construction workers...

The crowd of stunned construction workers abruptly looked behind them and like the red sea, the crowd parted, revealing a tall blond haired man who's face was covered by the shadows of his red cap.

"TEEE-EEERRR-RRRR-YYY..." Andy growled as the veins on his neck pumped.

Terry pulled up the tongue of his cap to expose the calm grin on his face.

"What do you want Andy? I haven't been skipping work you know. If you have something to say, say it to me, not at Dad."

"You bastard! Finally decided to come out of hiding huh?"

Andy dropped Dad and started to pace towards Terry, emitting a strong aura that made the other workers step back as if exposed to a repelling magnetic force.

"Terry, just what the fuck are you trying to prove by coming here?" Andy barked.

"I just want to find work Andy, I didn't know that you worked here too... I.."

"Shut up!" Andy interrupted. "Are you trying to bring me down? Do you know what I go through everyday... It's because of you the workers are like this they say to me! Your brother works down there, so they think they can pull a few strings... My job's on the line because those goddamn pigs blame their mistakes on me and say that this is all I plan I have to take over the company!"

Andy came over and yelled these words directly in front of Terry's face and pushed him back with both palms.

"Do you know.." Andy exclaimed, "Do you know how many asses I had to kiss, how many boots I had to lick, and how much blood sweat and tears I went through to get to this position... I'm not going to let you destroy that... I won't let you destroy this dream like you did the rest of my other dreams... "

"Andy," Terry said with calm visage, "You're taking this too seriously, I just came here for the rent money, not to do you any harm. I never intended to d..."

Terry's sentence was cut short by Andy's pitiful face. Andy's eyes loosened, his brows dropped, but his fists tightened and started to bleed.

"Ever since we were young... You had to be better didn't you? You wanted to be the best, and didn't care who you stepped on. I looked up to you, but you were never there for me, you were never there to notice how much I thought of you as my idol, my hero... And when Otosan (father) died, you left me... you ran away from home and left me. I was alone and afraid, and that anxiety ate me inside out. BUT NOW TERRY! but now, I, I am the hero! I am going to be the best!" Andy shouted as his eyes narrowed and his visage changed to insane anger. "I don't care how many dreams I destroy and how many lives I've trampled on! Nothing will ever oppose me again, and nothing will scare me again... From those days alone, weak and insecure... lonely; from those memories, I swore that I would become better, and if it means doing away with you, I will!"

Andy took of his blazer and threw it in the air. He flexed his arms and the sweat trickled down and ran around his firm muscles. Andy put his fists in front of him and started breathing in controlled gasps, and slowly, the wind started to blow and the dust from his feet rose and encircled his tense body. He spread his feet about a foot apart and rooted them to the ground in a fighting stance. Terry only smiled and said...

"Come on Andy, we don't have to do this... I'll just buy you a beer sometime tonight okay." Terry joked with a kind smile...

"Damn it, Terry," Andy yelled, "Face me or not, I'll kill you here and now."

Terry just turned away and walked back to his jackhammer to continue his work, but the infuriated Andy ran towards Terry, with his eyes milky and pupilless in pure hate. The ground tore up from beneath his feet and Dad ran between the two as it seemed apparent that Andy was going to cleave Terry in two from behind.

"Stop this!" Dad yelled as he used his body as a human shield, hands spread wide to get between the two.

"URUSEI JIJI! (Shut up, old man)" Andy roared, "If you want to die with him, then go ahead!" Andy Raised his elbow, and to Dad's horror, flames erupted from his forearm, wrapping his elbow in raging flames.

"ZANGYA KEN!" Andy called out, leaving the stunned supervisor unable to move away from pure fright.

An echoing thunderclap was heard, and dust whirlwinds flew from side to side. Andy looked on, and found the shaking supervisor on his bottom below him, unharmed... and when Andy looked up, there was a gloved hand holding his elbow back. The raging flames still burned and tried to eat through Terry's hand, but instead slithered through his fingers and around his wrist like wild snakes.

Andy, stunned, met Terry's eyes, to his horror, Terry's face had completely changed from calm and naive looking to grim and determined... Terry's brows tensed and his temples fumed.

…

"Maybe.. its just because you don't have the talent for it?"

Because - you are not Tensai. You are not gifted by heaven. Its as simple as that.

…

"Andy Bogard... If you have any problems with me, you take it out on my person face to face, but once you involve any of my friends, I swear, I will kill you without mercy!" Terry snarled. "So, you want to fight eh? Well you've done it now..."

"IKUZO, ANDY! (Let's go, Andy)" Terry bellowed, as he simply tossed Andy's elbow high and sidestepped aside...

"(Terry, I will finish you today...) K'sama wo bu' KOROSE!"

Andy recoiled from Terry's fling and he cocked both hands back, sending sweatdrops flying in all directions. Terry circled around Dad and pushed the stunned supervisor to the side to protect him from harm , and at the same time keeping Andy away from his colleagues.

Terry rushed towards Andy with his fist extended as this was his "BURN KNUCKLE", but Andy saw this and used his left arm to slap the punch away. In a complementing motion, he sent his other palm up towards Terry's belly, but all he hit was Terry's left arm which was covering his chest. Terry immediately transferred his center of gravity to his upper body and swung his hips around 360 degrees, and while using his left foot as a brace, he twisted and flung his right arm around and rushing down like a sledgehammer aimed for Andy's shoulders or maybe his head. Andy's teeth clenched as his eyeballs went off to the side spotting the deadly "CRACK SHOOT". Andy sidestepped to his left and watched Terry's foot, as if in slow motion to his trained eyes, drop in a steady hacking arc, then, in a twinkling, he put his hands on Terry's knee and used all his strength to follow the crack shoot and send it flying down in the hopes of making Terry lose balance. Andy's right hand pushed it all the way down and he used this momentum to swing around a full circle and send his left elbow towards Terry's chest. Something snapped in terry's reflexes and he sent his hands down on the ground as to get in a handstand position. Terry twisted 360 degrees with his hands and projected himself up spinning in the helicopter "LIGHTING TACKLE" attack. Andy, shocked at his brother's quick recovery broke from his "ZANGYA KEN" and dodged the attack to the side.

Andy collected himself at the side as Terry landed from his spinning move. Both of them, gasped for breath and with their hand up in defense tried to figure out their opponent's next move. The anxiety was biting at their heels much like a scene from a seedy old western movie.

"Why did you do it Terry? I had Geese in my hand then. I had trained all my life, and found and bought informants to tell me who had killed our father. I deserved to be the one to break him. You left the family on your own, and just appeared out of nowhere 'to collect' after all the work I had put in to find him. YOU SON OF A BITCH! You used me again you selfish bastard!"

"No, Andy, think again..." Terry said, "Who do you think is more selfish between the both of us?"

"WHAT?! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Then at a drop of a hat the ground beneath Andy exploded, as a whirlwind enveloped him, sending his golden lock up into the air. Andy cocked his palms in front of him and his arms began to radiate a soft warm glow... the glow exploded to raging flames as Andy exclaimed "HISHYO KEN!" and a fireball flew towards terry... There was a blinding light and Terry put his hands to his eyes. The construction workers covered their eyes too, as the blast exploded and send shards of the iron construction fence all over the yard. Andy looked up in pride to gloat over his brother's dead body, but as the dust started to clear he saw a capped silhouette dash towards him...

"No, Impossible!" Andy exclaimed..

"ORA ORA ORA! (come on come on!)" Terry yelled apparently unhit by the HISHYO KEN. Before Andy could react Terry pulled his arm back and bellowed "POWER WAVE!" when he was just a little over a meter away from the stunned Andy.

"JESUS!" Andy yelled with his hands crossed in a blocking stance in front of his chest. "He's going to do the power wave so close to me... I'll die for sure.." Andy thought.

Andy braced himself for the coming shock, and tried to muster up courage to peep between his arms. He saw a flash of red approach him, but when it hit, it made a soft tapping sound and dropped to the floor.

Andy flung his hands aside and looked down on the ground.. Below his feet, he saw terry's red cap mocking him... "Shit!" Andy thought, "it was his cap.. it wasn't POWE..." Then in a moment he realized that Terry wasn't in front of him, and even if it was just for a brief second, Terry could gain the advantage. Andy spun around almost automatically and as expected, Terry was behind him. Andy in a panic, spun around and sent a backhand off to Terry's face.

It was silent for a while, and the workers toppled over each other to see who was the victor. Terry had his left palm parallel to his cheek, and in his hand was Andy's knuckles still shaking from the pressure. Terry's own knuckles on the other hand, was a inch away from Andy's belly. Andy fell back in shock and looked up to Terry in awe. Terry merely wiped his sweat with a towel, picked up his hat and trodded away back to his work. Andy sat on his bottom for a few more minute in total shock and disappointment, his earlier combed and dignified hair, now messed up and dirty from the rumble. Andy's mind faded and he say another version of himself... when they were kids... Andy was flat on his bottom and his face full of punch marks and his pants soiled. Terry was looming over him with an outstretched arm and a smile, but know all Andy could see was his brother's back walking away.

Andy's mind returned to his room, brooding over the picture on his desk...

Andy's secretary buzzed in on the intercom just in time to wake Andy from his trance. "Mr. Bogard, the floor manager, Mr. Riley called... it's concerning your request to keep an eye on Mr. Terry Bogard for you... Mr. Riley says that Terry will be taking a few days leave this month...

"Thank you Sally." Andy answered, as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Andy looked at his pile of letters, and saw one quite distinct from the others. It had a blood red wax seal on it... Andy just smiled and brushed his hair back with his arms..."So, Terry, I guess I will be getting another chance at you..."

…

"Maybe.. its just because you don't have the talent for it?"

Because - you are not Tensai. You are not gifted by heaven. Its as simple as that.

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