The Colour Purple Chapter 11: Redemption, a king of fighters fanfic

The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95

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

"Which Character are you?"

You know what I wonder sometimes… When people can't find a more meaningful purpose in their lives or a greater calling what do they do?

Do they just bury themselves in their job, just wishing for a pat on the back and suffering so that all could see them? They make others look bad so that they can justify their existence?

We can get married, have a nice house, have children, maybe a lovely pet in our sweet sweet home?

Has it been this way for a long time? Is it silly to strive for something better, to be stronger without making another suffer?

"When you encounter a man who smiles so fearlessly, so bright and full of life – you can be assured that, this man has seen the fires of hell."

-Judas Gospel.

-09.02.04

Chapter 11: Redemption

"Here is your new desk job." The warden uttered nonchalantly to Jenny, the newbie secretary. Jenny, in turn nervously flashed a hypocrite smile and carefully laid her box on the small desk in front of her. It was nothing special, just a bland wooden desk with no frills or glass and steel trim, but then she wasn't any hotshot executive she thought. It was only for a summer job. She would take messages, refer people, and basically sell her smile to visitors. It was all for a change of impression the warden probably thought. Of all the many jobs she could've taken it had to be this. Well, it did pay better than most waitress jobs, so she was sort of content she rationalized.

The place she worked in was C.H. Penitentiary, the only penitentiary in New Hong Kong. Situated in K.H. Korea, not much of a residential town, but then again who would want to settle down in such a place where highway mile markers had signs that said "PLEASE DO NOT PICK UP HITCHHIKERS" plainly next to it.

As she unpacked her box of stationery and Jae Hoonks, she wondered if this place would be condusive to her frail and impressionable teenage health, both physical and mental. She WAS in a place that housed dangerous criminals, crazed lunatics, and worst of all...

"PERVERTED MANIACS!" She said out loud, palms pressing down on her cheeks... The two guards who were standing by the front door looked at her in surprise. Jenny quickly regained her composure and flashed the smile that won her the desk job. She sighed and giggled a bit, as the guards went back to their game of cards without realizing what just happened.

{I hate this place already.} Jenny complained to herself, all the while standing up pencil cups and setting up the electronic typewriter provided by the warden. {I hate it I hate it...} she continued... {All I want is to have a great boyfriend, a cute pet and a sweet, sweet home... ^_^} Jenny looked up from her mess and fantasized about a wonderful summer. Maybe this summer she would meet the man of her dreams, but something snapped in her mind and she realized the horrible looking inmates she might see in this dump. {Yuck...} She thought and went on with her cleaning. {I hate.. I ha...}

"Excuse me, do you know where the warden is?" Came a voice... "He is expecting me."

{I ha...} Jenny stopped in mid-thought. She looked up rather annoyed but it all suddenly changed when she saw the man looking down at her with half closed puppy eyes.

"I'm here for the parole program..." He flashed a very warm and polite smile.

{Ug...} Without warning, Jenny felt her chest tighten and her cheeks warm up. Even though she told herself not to, she couldn't help but examine the man standing in front of here from head to toe. In front of her was the cutest guy she had ever seen in her entire life...

{He must be a model... No he is a model I am sure...} A smiling boyish looking cutie was standing right in front of her. He was wearing a white T-shirt underneath a cream-yellow sportscoat. His undercut hair made him look even more boyish, and Jenny couldn't hide the expression on her face that was screaming 'TAKE ME, TAKE ME NOW...' Jenny dropped all of her stuff and frantically shifted though her papers to look for the intercom.

"Uh... You have a nice...uh... jacket" she stuttered, not knowing how to go about with a conversation. For once her inventory of cold and fake conversation starters couldn't come to mind.

"Thank you." The man widely smiled, making his eyes squint more. The smile looked so fake, so unreal and made for TV, she wondered if it was anything but innocently genuine.

"Warden, there is someone here to see you... uh..." Jenny paused...

"Kim..." The man said. "Kim Kap Hwan..."

"Sigh... Mister Kim Kap Hwan..." Jenny cooed, but cleared her throat as soon as she realized that she was flirting with the telephone. "AHEM! He is here for the program..."

Jenny put down the phone and was thinking for the death of her what to say, or else she'd surely lose him.

"Uh..." Jenny started...

"You know, I have never seen you here before..." Kim said. "You make the place look friendlier." Jenny swooned and thanked her lucky stars, at last she could make something of her life... Have her handsome boyfriend, her cute pet and her sweet sweet home...

"Uh.. what is the Parole Program anyway?" Jenny asked, It is my first day here."

"Oh...:" Kim answered... "It is where citizens take inmates out... to picnics and walks in the park and things like that..."

{UUUUUUU!} Jenny gripped her skirt in angst... {I wish _I_ was a felon, then I could go out with this cutie... NNNNGGG!} As Jenny was shivering in anxiety, she suddenly bit her tongue... {eek!} She thought as she covered her mouth... {This is not a good sign} And there she went with her superstitious 'horoscope' self.

A lady stepped out behind Kim, "Kim, do you really think it is safe here?" She asked.

Jenny examined the lady behind Kim. Not bad looking... She was wearing a long skirt. Nothing flashy. Pretty plain and simple.

"Your girlfriend?" Jenny asked both scared and annoyed.

"Oh, her?" Kim said as he waved his palm in front of her jokingly.. "No she's not." Kim laughed softly.

Jenny let out a big breath she was keeping in all that time and smiled to herself. Her dream wasn't jeopardized... {Must be his older sister...} Jenny smiled in relief.

"She's my wife." Kim said, still smiling his close eyed smile.

{MY WIFE!?} The words penetrated Jenny and sent her soul falling a hundred stories. {NOOOOOOO!} She echoed in her mind... A sweat drop ran down the side of her temple.

"'To-san... (Dad)" Came a voice tugging on his pants. "I'm tired of holding Jae Hoon." complained a little boy, Dong Hwan, who was holding a baby boy wrapped in pink sheets.

"Okay, son give Dong Hwan to Mommy..." Kim coaxed, STILL with the smile on his face. "You're a good boy Dong Hwan."

{SON!} Jenny cried out inside once again, now the number of sweatdrops increased and strands of her hair started poking out from the rest of her earlier, neatly 100 stroke combed hair.

"And Jae is..." Jenny was afraid to ask...

"My newborn son..." Kim said.

{SON.. SON.. WIFE... SON... WIFE..!?} The words mocked her as she strangled her skirt.

"Well, got to go now, nice meeting you..." Kim looked down at her desk.. "..Jenny.. hope you have a nice super wonderful summer." Kim and his family waved as they went through the gate next to Jenny and into the penitentiary proper.

Jenny bit her skirt and wanted to tear it to shreds... {NO NO NO NO!...} she roared in defiance. The two guards obviously still played cards... "BULLSHIT!" one called...

...

Jonathan, a prison guard with a 12 gauge Remmington 870 pump shotgun slung across his chest, escorted them to Kim's 'adopted' inmates' cell.

"We should have more nice people like you Kim-san" Jonathan said sincerely. "If there were more happy families like yours this town would be a better place."

"But you'd be out of a job then..." Kim said as he laughed a soft 'Mister Rogers' laugh. Jonathan laughed back. (Yes I have met him in person and Rogers is awesome. RIP)

"True, true..." Jonathan said. "Here we go... Chang... You take care of him now, and the missus and kids too. Beautiful son..."

The iron bars slid to the side, opening the cell. These cells were built for only one, but they had to make an exception and tore down the walls separating two adjacent cells to make room for this behemoth, Chang Koehan. The sounds of chains could be heard echoing from the dark corners of the cell, and Myon Saku, Kim's wife, and Don hid behind Kim. Kim on the other hand was full of energy, and skipped into the cell.

"Oiiii! CHANG! Ohaiiiyooo Gooozaiimasu! (Hey! CHANG! Goood Moorniing!)" Kim smiled. A bald headed, bloated man stood up and walked slowly towards Kim. As he stepped into the light Myon Saku took a step back from the cell, and Jonathan's eyes twitched.

"Good Morning!" Kim said again, clapping his hands exuberantly and sporting his 'Mister Rogers' smile.

Chang, unshaven and his dark gray uniform, much too small for him, only grunted and stooped down to pick up the iron ball that was chained to his ankle with just one hand. The black iron ball was about as large as his head, maybe bigger, but he lifted it with ease. Chang slinged it over his shoulder, menacingly, but Kim still smiled a warm smile.

Chang's brows tightened, but as soon as he heard the familiar CLACK CLACK cock of Jonathan's shotgun, he eased out and put the iron ball in both of his palms and eased hi shoulders, showing that he wasn't going to try anything. Jonathan escorted them into the briefing room. There was a long table with chairs around it.

"Just like the police TV shows..." Kim said as he usually did. "But where are the double sided mirrors?"

"Kim-san, this is a briefing room, not an interrogation cell..." Jonathan smiled, getting somewhat tired of saying the line every-single-time he took Kim to that room. Jonathan slung his hand behind his neck and chuckled as he fiddled with his hat.

"Okay, I will take it from here. Leave the Myon Saku and the kids with me, I will be fine." Kim said, inviting Jonathan to leave them alone.

Jonathan waited until all of them were seated... Kim's family on one side and Chang on the other before leaving the room and going back to his post at the gate next to Jenny.

...

Myon Saku held Jae Hoon in her arms and sat uneasily in the chair, making sure that Kim was between her and the giant.

"So how has it been going, Chang?" Kim asked. "Where do you want to go today? Do you like Chinese food?" Kim received no answer, but still eagerly assaulted Chang with questions and smiled intently. "I LOVE Chinese food.. it has a nice sweet taste that mixes with a bunch of interesting and contrasting flavours. AND all at once too."

"Why did you have to bring her..." Chang growled in a low tone that made Myon Saku move her chair an inch away.

"Oh, sorry, let me introduce you to Myon Saku, she's my wife and these are my kids, Dong Hwan and Jae Hoon..."

"I know THAT!" Chang bellowed as he slammed his fat hands on the table rose from his chair and angrily approached Kim's family. Chang pushed Kim aside and put his hand on Myon Saku, who was holding on to Jae Hoon tightly. Myon Saku started to cry in fright and Dong hugged his mother by the legs to try and pull her away.

"So THIS is Mister Roger's wife... HA!" Chang called. Kim walked calmly to Chang and put his hand to his shoulder then to his wrist and eased him until he let go of his wife...

Kim STILL smiling, "Now now, Chang, that isn't nice..."

"Dear, I think it is time for us to go, take the kids outside... Let's walk in the park..." Kim invited. Myon Saku immediately grabbed her son and raced out the door, leaving her husband behind in her fright.

"Chang..." Kim smiled...

...

Jenny furiously organized her desk and cursed at her bad luck. Just then, Jonathan had come back from escorting Kim and his family.

"Whew..." Jonathan sighed as he wiped his brow.

"Eh?" Jenny said to the guard.

"Oh, you're the new girl?" Jonathan said. "I'm Jonathan, pleased to meet you." He extended his hand and shook Jenny's. "So I see you've met Kim and his family.. Great guy there!"

"Uh.. yeah..." Jenny mumbled.

"He's a model you know..." Jonathan said. Invisible daggers started stabbing Jenny's chest. Surely walking into a wall repeatedly (that means many may many times) would have hurt less.

"He's got a great wife too..." He continued. More knives came to Jenny, now making her head a welcoming, virtual pincushion.

"So, What does he do here anyway?" Jenny asked, brushing her hair and combing away with the invisible daggers.

"Oh, he's part of the Parole program... He reforms convicts..." Jonathan said.

"Yeah..." Jenny said, not really paying any attention.

"He's the best the program's got. He reformed so many felons. Bloodthirsty guys for the most. He's dealing with Chang Koehan now, and also Choi Bounge starting today."

"So, what is Chang in for?" Jenny said calmly while filing her nails.

"They say he killed his wife."

"EH!?" Jenny looked up shocked.

"Yeah, found her sleeping with another guy and cut them both them both." Jonathan said in a spooky tone.

"Cut them?" Jenny stammered.

"Yeah! He just went NUTS and started WHACKING them on the spot. By the time the cops came it was a slaughterhouse in the room, unrecognizable pulps of guts and body parts everywhere.. . it was a MASSACRE I tell you A MASSACRE!"

"And Choi?" Jenny asked in fear, expecting the worst."

"Ugh! He's a psycho... He butchers children." Jonathan said grimly serious. "Children."

...

Chang collected himself and pushed Kim to the half open door, slamming it shut.

"I hate you, Kim!" Chang bellowed. "You treat me like a kid! Don't patronize me!"

For the first time, Kim shut up and listened.

"You come here, play mister good guy... and think you can play dad over me!" Chang continued. "Well, I don't need you! You show off your wife to me even though you know what happened. You think she's so sweet and loving. How long have you been with her... 3 years 4? HA! Once you get married, the magic is over. It doesn't last, and soon she cheats on you..."

"Shut up!" Kim yelled.

"Eh?" Changed looked down, to a puny man in his eyes.

"SHUT UP!" Kim growled, as his eyebrows tensed and his canines flashed. He charged towards Chang and sent a knee to his abdomen. Chang, totally unprepared took the blow squarely and wobbled back to the wall. Never even in his wildest dreams had Chang imagined that Kim was capable of fighting, he picked up his iron ball which rolled on the floor next to his feet. As Chang stood up, Kim leapt back and started another run, this time stooping low into a leg sweep. Kim's feet found its way between the giant's legs and with a twist sent Chang off balance, in one motion, Kim's foot sweep dug into the ground and he used the foothold to hop straight up and cocked his other leg up until it touched his shoulder much like a vertical 'split' or an 'ax kick'. Before Chang could descend from the leg sweep, Kim's second ax kick came down and hammered him to the floor. Before Chang could mutter a word, Kim collared him and hoisted him up.

"Don't you ever! EVER.. touch my wife or threaten my children ever again! You understand..." Kim said.. without smiling.

...

"Jonathan-san," Myon Saku said while running. "It's Chang..."

"Shit..." Jonathan spat, and ran over to the room, his shotgun leading the way. Jenny only held her appointment book across her chest uneasily.

...

Jonathan raced to the conference room and with his barrel leading, kicked the door wide open. "KIM-san"

"Jonathan-san," Kim said, now smiling... "The door was unlocked you know..."

In surprise, Jonathan slowly put his shotgun down and saw Chang sitting in a chair, with Kim, his arms slung over Chang's shoulders, smiled like a child hanging by a gorilla's back.

...

After asking about his new assignment, with Choi, Jonathan escorted Kim to the ends of the penitentiary, to the maximum security area.

"Are you sure about this, Kim-san..." Jonathan asked deeply concerned.

"Choi?" Kim asked

"You KNOW what he did..." Jonathan prodded. Chang only looked to the side pretending not to listen. Why DO you do this, Kim-san?" Jonathan asked. "You KNOW these people were found guilty, they're criminals, I wouldn't let my family even BREATHE the same air as these lowlifes."

Chang tensed and his grip on his chain tightened. {Lowlifes?!} Chang said to himself in anger.

"I know, they were found guilty..." Kim said calmly. "I do not question what the law decides... What I do understand is that they did what they did FOR A REASON." Kim said, his index finger pointing skyward with determination.

"Heh... Whatever suits you... Do you still believe in those stories of criminals being falsely accused and shit like that?" Jonathan smirked.

"I do not question whether or not what they did was wrong, I question their true motivations and emotional limitations as humans, this is something justice is blind to." Kim quoted his own bible.

...

A man's own black bible is separate from religion and law.

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Cell M-01 was in front of the party. After inputting a code in a computer lock, sliding a card, then physically unlocking 5 mechanical locks, the 12 inch metal 'door' swung open with the help of motors, letting some light through the iron bars that kept it's host in check.

"I'm asking you one more time, Kim, ARE YOU SURE?" Jonathan said as he uneasily shuffled his feet and frantically searched for the right keys to the gate."

"Peachy positive... deeee gozaimasu yooo." Kim winked.

"Heh!" Chang grunted. "You're hopeless. A loser!"

"Okay.. we need two people to open the next gate. Chang, if you try anything funny, I'll blow you away. Here's the key." Jonathan unhooked Key number one from the keyring and handed it to Chang. I have Key two, I have to go to the left end and you go to the right end of the bars. We have to unlock it at the same time you got it?"

Chang positioned himself by the right side of the bars, and waited for instructions, not wanting to try anything since the unloved, dark gray, parkerized shotgun didn't look too friendly. Kim stood easily by the crack in between the two where the bars would part. On Jonathan's signal, Chang twisted the key. A clang was heard and gears and motors started whirling as the bars parted.

Kim walked in as soon as he could fit into the slowly opening doors, and with his palms by his mouth, called out "Choiii!"

"KONO O BAKAYARO! (YOU FUCKING IDIOT!)" Jonathan called as the irresponsible Kim waltzed into the dark cell.

...

Kim had to take some time to readjust his pupils to the pitch black interior of the cell. It was stuffy and humid but he could feel some sort of wind rushing by him. He looked around but he could see nothing. He could only hear insane chuckles, sneers, and giggles. He caught a glint of steel and when his eyes focused, he could see a short man, approximately half his height, hanging by a ledge like a canary, snickering, giggling evilly without end.

The thing looked hideous, and frightening, even to Kim. A dark olive drab green shirt, red suspenders, a wide black hat, and he had something in his hands, long fingers? No, they were iron claws. The black steel shined menacingly, and to Kim's horror, they were dripping... blood. Kim felt a sharp pain and realized that his legs wouldn't move on his command. Kim's legs were dripping red, blood red, red as a fresh rose. Kim crouched down and reached for his bloody shins, and bit his lip.

"Jesas Kurayst..." Kim bit.

"OH MOTHER OF GOD!" Jonathan gasped as he rushed towards Kim. He forgot to let go of his key and it dropped off onto the floor. With that release of his key, sirens broke out and the security mechanism kicked in, closing the iron gates.

"SHIT!" Jonathan cursed again! Now, slinging the Remington 870 on his shoulder and away from Chang. Chang saw this. Jonathan searched frantically for the keys, on his hands and knees scouring the floor.

Chang saw his opportunity and let go of his key. Beating an escape. {At last...} Chang rejoiced.

Kim looked up helplessly as he saw in slow motion, Choi leaping into the air, and his claws hungrily chattering against each other. Hungry for blood, meat and bone.

...

"Heh!" Chang grunted. "You're hopeless. A loser!"

"You KNOW what he' did..." Jonathan prodded. Chang only looked to the side pretending not to care. Why DO you do this, Kim-san?" Jonathan asked. "You KNOW these people were found guilty, they're criminals, I wouldn't let my family even BREATHE the same air as these lowlifes." Chang tensed and his grip on his chain tightened. {Lowlifes?!} Chang said to himself in anger.

"I know, they were found guilty..." Kim said calmly. "I do not question that... What I do understand is that they did what they did FOR A REASON."

"Heh... Whatever suits you... Do you still believe in those stories of criminals being falsely accused and shit like that?" Jonathan smirked.

"I do not question whether or not what they did was wrong, I question their motivations, THIS (kore ga ne…) is something justice is blind to." Kim proclaimed proudly, innocently and sincerely.

"Don't you ever! EVER.. touch my wife or threaten my children ever again! You understand..." Kim said.. without smiling.

"Peachy Positive.." Kim called out with a warm smile.

...

Sometimes that is all that it takes. I am a bitter man, but I can still appreciate a smile from a [wonderful] person. You! Smile for me. And the world would be greater for it.

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"ORA!" came a booming sound as Kim tried to drive to a stand...

Choi screeched eagerly on his descent, but a thundering thrash came to meet him. The sound of metal echoed throughout the chamber. Cries, giggles, screams, clangs, all at once. A large hand wrapped itself around Choi's head as easily as anyone would grip a tennis ball, and rammed Choi into the concrete wall.

Kim looked up panting from fright and the loss of blood to see Chang, pinched between the closing iron bars raging with hydraulic fury on his strong yet mortal human flesh, making the machinery cry out and struggle. Chang shivered all over and the veins on his temples bulged.

His forearm muscles tensed and the pythons of veins on his arm beated and pumped furiously as he forced Choi's head into the concrete. Choi squirmed and flailed like a rabid raccoon as Chang embedded his hand deeper and deeper despite the rabid flaiing of the iron claws ravaging his forearm. Until Choi stopped squirming.

"Little murdering shit..." Chang mumbled in gasps as the gate squeezed the life out of him.

"Chang..." Kim stuttered and reached for Chang's knees with his blood-soaked hands. The giant looked down and gave a grimacing frown at mister Rogers before he fainted between the sandwiching gates.

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If only to see an innocent smile for another day…

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EPILOGUE:

With bandaged legs, Kim walked out of the penitentiary with a smile (again as usual). Leaving the frustrated Jenny pouting on her desk, and the half scared Jonathan considering a resignation.

Myon Saku, with Jae Hoon cradled, and Dong in her hands, made sure they walked ahead of the trio who were behind them.

Chang lumbered sluggishly, his tight prison uniform now replaced by a large, loose sweatshirt, which could never hope to cover his bandage wrapped belly entirely. Kim laughed innocently when he looked down at Chang's grey jogging pants, and he still had the iron ball chained to his ankles.

"The key's right here..." Kim teased, as he dangled the keys to Chang's shackle in his fingertips. "Come on, smile... Smile for me."

Chang proudly held his iron ball in his palms, he would rather carry the weight of the raw rusting steel than break.

Behind them was Choi, who had bandages wrapped around his bald head. Moving spastically, and snickering softly to himself. He was licking a lollipop. A grape flavoured one (he doesn't like putting anything blue in his mouth). With that in his hands rather than the claws, he looked so harmless...

Kim smiled and with a pat on Chang's back he grabbed the picnic basket from his wife's arms and led them all to the park.

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Back by the penitentiary one of the guards called out "GO FISH!"

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SMILE : )

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