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?"
Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match. [Original chapter written 2013]
THIS CHAPTER was originally Chapter 34.
Billy opened his eyes with the remnants of a stale sweat beading on his forehead. The lifeless hospital machines by his side let out a rhythmic beep. The silence reassured him - despite his unsaid wishes, he was alone. Slowly and very surely he let his eyes focus on the off white ceiling above him as the boy convinced himself that this was no longer a dream and by his own command, he could once again regain full control of his body. In response the world looked back at him, rotating upon its axis at the center of the world was Billy, laying still in clean pure white sheets. Shuffling his body gingerly side to side like a small pupa, still uncertain as it awakened once again to the bright world. However, when he rolled more of his weight, pivoting by the hips onto the one side of the bed, a sudden pain in his ribs radiated through him and made him cringe to a stop. Billy cautiously ran his shaking hand down the side of his body and felt thick layers of bandages wrapped around his torso. Billy ran his palm on it…
In utter defeat, Billy rolled his weight back the other direction to return to its original position and let his back rest flat on the mattress. Billy closed his eyes, arched his back and grit his teeth as he tilted his chin upwards in dramatic fashion while laying helplessly in bed. He took a deep breath and filled his lungs ever so slowly, held it there, then released it cautiously at the same pace as connoisseurs would sip fine wine. Somehow feeling his exhale seethe through the tiny gaps in his teeth made the stinging pain subside. He breathed in again purposely through his nose, and in slow manner the wincing crooked look that was on his lips twisted the other way and Billy couldn't help but just break that grimace into a smile.
The pain that was once unbearable and greeted him from his long slumber had retreated into the depths of the bed - and - the boy laughed. "Ha… ha.. ha ha…" He laughed weakly – almost coughing. Billy wiped the edges of his eyes – and he laughed again.
This is a comedy.
You are the King of Comedy... Billy Kane.
Unable to hold himself back Billy hunched over and bit down feverishly into the ham sandwich that was in his hand. It wouldn't've mattered if he was in a grand ballroom because his mouth moved at such a break neck pace that it couldn't reign back the chomping sounds when he ate out loud. SNARF. CHOMP. GULP. In one motion Billy devoured his meal and without pause his other hand was already dumping a glassful of water down his throat with a rhythmic GULP GULP GULP. As quickly as the second sandwich was in his hand, it was gone and Billy's hungry mouth was already ready to bite his own fingers at the wake of that whirlwind's ravaging end.
How long had it been? Hours? Days? Maybe even weeks? Even if it seemed like the vision of the back of his body flying in the air and wrapping itself hard in in unnatural fashion into that tree - then waking up in a world of white was an instant to his memory – his body gave clues that he had probably been unconscious and hospitalized for much longer. Billy had wolfed down that meal that waited patiently next to his bed in a manner of seconds that the shock to his body left him amusingly exhausted. He hunched over with both forearms barely bracing himself upright - while maneuvering his hand around the vineyard of tubes and wires that connected him to bottles filled with clear fluid and cold, cruel machines. Billy poured himself another glass of water and now, as his heartbeat slowly steadied itself, put it next to his mouth – streams dripping by its sides.
"Huuuggghh…" Billy breathed out simultaneously from his nose and mouth. Eventhough his stomach was SO hungry, and his body so weak, he felt conflicted with every bite he took, the food he shoveled seemed to only augment the nausea he felt in his body. I suppose it was too late now, and once again Billy had to deal with the consequences of his rash actions. Sadly the meal he had just mercilessly devoured did little to sate his hunger, but instead just made him feel ever much more sicker.
"Uuggghhhhh…" Billy wheezed again, gulping down his glass of water slowly and lethargically shifting his gaze to the wayside at the blinking light that was an arm's reach from the once full tray of food by his bedside.
A blinking red diode caught his attention now as he slowly drank his glass of water gulp by gulp. By the wayside it simply sat there and disappeared, reappeared then disappeared once again. Perhaps Billy wanted to ignore it, but as best as he tried he simply stared at it, captivated by its existence. He could do nothing else but put down his glass and reluctantly, and convincing himself that he was powerless to do otherwise, crossed the great divide and put his hand over the object that his mind remembered was an 'answering machine'.
Billy reached over the side table as carefully as he could. The stinging sensation came slowly and it was bearable as long as he took it in gradually. There was large gray, plastic device that was connected to the concrete wall with a slender, similarly coloured cable. It was called an "Answering machine," Billy reminded himself – and on it was a hard, blinking button that had 'Messages' labeled under it.
-BEEP-
"Billy." the voice of an older man started as the message replayed.
Once upon a time, this device made a peculiar sound when whirling motors would coil thin tape that magically recorded voices. Clicking sounds were replaced by long pauses of silence and an artificial beeping sound that remained wasn't connected to gears or motors, but simply there to reassure human beings that something was happening. That the world turned.
"Geese." Billy said to the machine. Billy amused himself at the sight of such a modern machine he wasn't accustomed to – that functioned so differently from what he once knew.
"This is Geese."
Billy gave an uneasy smile. "Hello… Geese..." Billy's mouth slowly cracked a warm, woe-some smile but then… it stopped midway.
"Call me when you're back at Yagami's house." The digitized voice ended with a merciless CLICK.
-BEEP-
"Press 1 to…"
"Billy. This is Hopper." Immediately came another voice from the gray speakers that caught Billy off guard. He had expected a slight whirr, for just a few seconds, of motors between messages… instead the clear crisp voice came to his ears without his permission.
"Shit." Billy groaned weakly in response.
"Anyway. You screwed up big time back there, brother. Big time! Later."
-BEEP-
"You have no more new messages..." came a digitized voice.
{In about maybe ten,} "No, twenty years…" Billy mused, but made sure he mouthed his thoughts, and gave it voice out loud so his documentary would exist…
"Press 1 to ERASE this message…"
How absolutely INSANE. This telephone is talking to me… like a real human being. You probably don't even need to turn the cassette over… or check if anyone is listening…
"Press 2 to CLEAR all messages…"
In twenty years, people probably won't even need to talk to each other… and these machines – that are tied to our walls, instead will tie US down. In response the world looked back at him, rotating upon its axis at the center of the world was Billy, laying still in clean pure white sheets. One arm was draped over his growling stomach and the other over his forehead to cover his eyes so he couldn't see the heaven up above.
Billy draped the darkness over his eyes and did his noblest to squeeze the light from his vision. This blonde haired, baby boy really wanted to talk to [him]. How he wished that [his] face was the first thing he would see his face when he woke up. "I wish…"
…
Instead, a lonely machine kept you company - as you crossed the great divide.
Chapter 53: Billy forthelackofabettername
The stubborn Billy tried to move again but the recurring pain kept him in check, it reminded him of his weakness, and fueled his desire to become stronger. The disorienting pain became too much to bear and soon his weak body stopped as his breathing caught up. He scoped his surroundings. It was definitely a hospital room, with all the heart rate monitors, and a clamouring of unknown contraptions. What kind of hospital room was this anyways? The floor was carpeted, there was a bar by the far end, a TV, Billy could faintly see a Jacuzzi in the crack of the bathroom door, and a drab gray fax/answering machine.
Billy looked up to the ceiling. He was tired indeed, but he couldn't just lie there in bed. He had so many things to take care of. Iori… That old fart, Eiji... and what not. There was an envelope on the table. It had [Billy] written on it. Billy could tell at once it was Hopper's handwriting, no matter how 'altered' it looked.
Billy fought the pain and stood up from the bed. He then edged his way to the doorway, dragging all his wires and electrodes that were sticking onto his body. Billy's hands reached for the doorknob. However, the response was cold, calm and repulsive. It was locked. There was a computerized lock on the door. Billy tried to fiddle around with combinations, pressing random numbers that played his fancy at the moment, but, but he had no luck.
1234
"Damn it."
0000
"Fack it."
Geese's birthday. ####
"Sugar!"
Hopper's birthday. ####
"RRRGGGHHH!"
Again and again the red flashing lights and cruel beeping sound knocked him down.
Metallica, number of the beast 666…
"Wait... that's only 3 digits… wait…" Billy stopped when he realized it. Even his pea brain soon came to the conclusion that the combination didn't necessarily have to be 4 digits. Once again trapped in another time, he was defeated by the future.
Billy hammered the bottom of both hands down and slammed them forcefully on the door – his forehead was quick to follow and hit with a resounding third thud. Then, Billy eyes flashed with an idea.
"Brute force method." Billy sneered.
Billy walked over to the TV. It was a big 32 inch monster. He took a cautious step, but stopped for a moment. That was indeed a large television screen. 32 inches was indeed something bigger that he had ever seen before. 32 inches wide and almost that much deep. It probably weighed 80 pounds! "Fack it!" Billy was never accustomed to look before he leapt and simply sucked it in and launched forward at the large beast. He slapped his palms to it's side as loud as he could.
"HHUUGH!" Billy heaved.
Nothing happened.
"HUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH!" Billy swiveled his hips and tensed deep into his core, forcing his body up valaiantly.
Nothing happened.
"OOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAA!" Billy roared. The reply was a quick sound of glass breaking from his lower back.
The TV didn't budge but there was a soft sound and a little red squirt appeared from in between the folds from his bandages. Pain ensued and Super deformed Billy's eyes became globular and watery. After a few seconds they turned to faucets and tears streamed down his eyes.
"Pain..." Billy whimpered.
Even for someone like him, he did realize that there had to be another avenue – 'another prudent course of action' was what that old son of a bitch, Eiji would retort. Billy decided to get something lighter. He went over to the bathroom, opened the white door and rummaged through the closet.
"Agh, JESUS bloody CHRIST!"
A medium sized, brown cardboard box dropped from Billy's hands and fell sideways on the floor, dumping its entire contents onto the ground as Billy took three steps back in instinctive retreat. While not the sight he had expected to see in such a place, whips, chains, and rubber balls. Obscene sundries littered the ground.
"Oh FUCK!" Billy kicked them to the side and pretended not to see any of it. Something caught Billy's eyes but it started to vibrate by the far side of the closet. In shock Billy immediately fell into a panic, stomped violently into the long purple thing and kicked it back in with the rest of the mess and slammed the doors shut, heaving his back onto that closet door shut to make absolutely sure no more monsters would jump out.
Billy cautiously turned round and walked backwards from that evil closet. With his left palm up in defense he kept those demons at back as he slowly went over to the sink. A toolbox. An easily identifiable, red, metal toolbox was under the sink. Perfect. Rummaging through it eagerly with both hands, he pulled out a hammer. Billy's eyes shrunk to glowing pinpoints and, to us who watched, we simply saw his wide radiant smile plaster his dark face like the Prince. Billy beamed widely and illuminated his shadowy, sinister face.
"Cowabunga!" He proclaimed, lost in time. "Party time."
With clear, eager intent, Billy marched back to the front door – at that keypad that imprisoned him and heaved the hammer up. The music stopped, and Billy held his tracks halfway and thought of how much this damage would cost Geese, so he just dragged himself to the bar and wondered if he could fix something that would numb the sensations.
"I've gotta get outta this hellhole."
Billy breathed out lazily. His body was catching up and even if he didn't understand it completely, his special power began to catch up and the pain in his body, though it repeatedly reminded him that his body was screaming, he began to lose sight and ignore pain.
When the pain subsided. Like a comic book hero – childhood readers always went for the obvious. Superheroes with metal claws and outrageous hairstyles – you thought that was their special power. For Billy "Ha." He laughed because this story demanded he do so – my special power is being stupid. I am able to ignore this sensation… though… {though…} Billy thought, when the aching woes left him, he felt a cold rush overcome his body. Billy looked down and turned super deformed (SD), a cute cartoony, midget sized comedy of himself, when he saw that he was completely, buff, absolutely naked.
"AARGH!"
Billy rushed to the closet, and with a sigh of relief, he retrieved his clothes and faithful red pole from the white drawers.
"Where where where.. You're werecome (welcome)..." Billy sneered, remembering Eiji.
Billy looked at the windows and made another plan, but it was all in vain, the shutters were locked. Billy thought hard. No way he could easily break the windows all by himself without feeling any MORE pain. He looked at the envelope in his hand and ripped it apart by twisting the paper with both hands. There was a brass key inside that dropped into his hand.
Billy laughed. "HA HA HAR HAR!" Grinning and gritting so hard it made his spine wince. Am I supposed to do it? Is that it, bro? {All alone.} Billy thought when no one else was there to listen to him. DO you hate me? Do you hate me so much… that you… bro.
Billy laughed. "Well, what the fuck... I'll jump down the goddamn building."
A click. The key fit the lock perfectly and with a twist it broke free – letting the wind rush in freely and the white curtains flew back violently into the room and wrapped themselves over and around Billy's outstretched cross shaped body.
Billy laughed. "Well, what the fuck... I'll jump down the goddamn building!"
...
"Doctor!" nurse Mitchell called out. "The patient in the VIP room just went flatline." Pointing to the monitor on her desk. Three nice horizontal lines were beeping across quite plainly.
A hoard of nurses and doctors rushed towards Billy's room and frantically unlocked the keycode with a frantic quick press of 3 digits.
"Hurry, nurse!" The doctor said.
One nurse ran to the bed and checked the machine that told no lies. "He's flatline for sure. Doctor!"
"Get the shocks." The doctor yelled as he ran to the mound on the bed. He threw the covers open... but all that was there, was a bunch of pillows with electrodes stuck into it.
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EPILOGUE: The Billy Kane comedy hour.
"MacGuyver is a work of pure fiction. Just like math and geometry, you cannot hope to solve all your problems in an hour." Some things you never ever forget. Your first kiss. The most popular song in your senior year of high school – and, the most preposterous truth you've ever heard for as long as you were alive. Hey, old man… are you still alive? I remember you.
-Salvatore V. Jalmasco. Geometry, Physics, Trigonometry and all around Math Professor.
(likes to play the acoustic version of "hotel California" while his students take math quizzes.)
...
"You fuckin' hypocrite, Hopper." Billy laughed. "Well, what the fuck... I'll jump down the goddamn building."
Billy unlocked the window with the brass key and jumped out, shouting…
"Captain Kangaroo and..."
Billy looked down and turned SD when he realized that he had jumped out of the window of the penthouse. The penthouse of a very HIGH hospital. Tens of stories down you could see a crater the shape of SD Billy.
The thought bubble popped. Billy looked down the edge, and luckily he had one hand latching onto the windowpane. His body bopped left and right as it swayed, further accentuating the cold chill in Billy's blue, curled toes.
He had to think of another plan.
Billy went back to the closet in the bathroom, threw the vibrating monster as far away from his person as he could and got as many leather restraining belts as he could. Billy strapped the neck collars onto his thighs, and put on a few more belts on his waist and chest. Made sure all the belts had little chains and little straps that made them lock onto each other. He then went to the drawers in his room again and pulled out a half dozen bedsheets in hand. As he proceeded to tie the ends together, he thought and pitied the guy who would have to untie them when he was done.
Looking off to the bar, he found a metal tray with those nice handles that butlers hang onto. It had a small card saying: [with compliments].
There was that toolbox next to the sink.. and... what a coincidence.. a blowtorch. Billy gave a flying kiss to the bitch who was writing his story and proceeded to weld the two handles into a makeshift climber's carabiner.
All set, Billy looked like a reject from a bad 1980s porno film. He tied the end of the sheets to the closet handle and slipped it through the leather. All set. Billy then stepped out the window to the ledge.
Upon exiting the window, he came to notice that there was a frail metal frame staircase leading down from the VIP room.
"A fire escape..." Billy said, flabbergasted. "A FIRE escape. A GODDAMN BLOODY fire ESCAPE!"
Billy BANGED both fist on his head and spat out a dirty cuss at the bitch who was writing his story there and then.
"Why in the world... Okay, there's a damn fire escape that is only accessible from the VIP window. What a bloody capitalist world." Billy went back into the room - which was now a complete mess, and for fun looked at himself in the window, trust his crotch out and struck a pose. He shivered, turned blue, and removed all that black leather and metal from his person.
Billy made his way to the fire escape staircase, and whistled a little tune as he made his way down with his red staff over his shoulder.
"There's only one thing you can do…"
When the despair overcomes you – you.
"Let's go home, Mr. Eiji." Leave it all behind, there's nothing left here for you and me.
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