The Colour Purple Chapter 103: Old Friend, 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?"

Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match. [Original chapter written 2016]

The ENEMY of apathy – is CONFLICT.

"Yu…ri…" Yuri's friend, Mousse said.

{No. Was it YOU!?} Yuri screamed in the quiet void where no one would care to listen… A high pitched sound served to curl Yuri's stomach, making her want to throw up. "The tape… The TAPE!? Did you…? Were you the one?"

"Yuri-chan! I'm so sorry!" Mousse said again before putting her hands over her face and ran back down the stairs of that rooftop in absolute fright, leaving only a trail of dark, suffocating remorse.

Yuri felt ten cold fingers wrap themselves, their tips digging into her shaking shoulders. "Yurichi…" A blonde haired boy said sweetly; pulling itself out from the dark shadows behind Yuri's back, with two pinpoint bloodshot eyes of a Pierrot who's eyelids had been cut by knives, it floated. Hunched over her shoulder, a Frankenstein face, perched his wide grinning mouth next to Yuri' ear… triangular shark teeth chattering as they positively interlocked with each other inside his mouth – he whispered amidst the small, wiggling penetrations. "Yuri-chi… Washi wo…"

Washi wo…

Then, the little boy's face, littered with stapled scars all over it in the shape of an asterisk.

"WASHI wo… kikoeru kai?" Can you hear me? The Children put both his hands over the petrified Yuri. His entire face, a gruesome maw. He whispered closely to her ear. Yuri looked outwards, staring blankly as her mind swirled into a fearsome panic that pulled her down into a whirlpooling nervous breakdown. "Hello. Can you hear me? I am…" It whispered softly into her ear. I am your Star, little girl.

The END of La Bizarre Love Pentagon – part 17 –

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I know this feeling.

Twenty years had passed between us; it was ten years since you left me.

…and now, this familiar sensation that I thought I had already long forgotten, has come to visit me again. Hello darkness… my old friend.

It had only been barely an hour since King laid her head down on her pillow. Clothed in a white long sleeve shirt half buttoned, her body flailed lightly back and forth. The night was hot earlier, so she cracked her window and slept on top of her white cotton sheets. The short, sudden spasms of her body, and the gnashing of her teeth reflected the nightmare that had come to visit her this early morning just half way through 3 A.M.

A ripple erupted within her white sheets, a cartoon gopher the shape of an arm and a hand torpedoed under the cloth, leaving a bloated tunnel of upheaved cloth, then it wrapped its four fingers over her left bicep.

Her mind wanted to scream "Who are you?" but instead her mumbled voice said "You… What are you…" while still locked fast asleep.

Jyuu nen. It's been 10 years.

I thought you had left me… No.

Silence, like a cancer, grows…

This unmistakable… this reprehensible, evil presence that made King's spine twist tightly and her abdomen constrict. Unbeknownst to king and anyone else but the monsters who watched in her dark room as she slept, King begun to spasm when her body understood – and reacted violently to the THING that sat with its legs curled in fetal position at the far corner of her pitch black room. The storm had suddenly calmed to a stop, and the eerie, supernatural silence that filled the world deafened all with its shrieking scream of voicelessness.

No, there is. There is ANOTHER one.

The red font digits on her LCD clock clicked from 3:41 to 3:42 A.M. Suddenly the room was filled with white light. In tow, the savage roar of thunder rocked her sleeping body.

Like a cancer, it grows.

This reprehensible, vicious miasma she felt was UNMISTAKABLE, except, it was EVEN MORE evil – even MORE despicable and RELENTLESSLY more savage than THAT THING that kept me warm during cold nights. An ANGRY spirit, a VIOLENT spirit, and an even more VENGEFUL, MERCILESS DETERMINED WILL.

"Tell me, do you know? How does an imaginary being reproduce?"

"What are you doing here?" King jolted up in a groggy, Novocain laced voice, but her body was only half awake, her mind was functional but her body was lethargic and bloated – it did not respond to her commands. "What are you doing here?!" Trapped in a dream state her mind was lucid yet her body was still very much asleep, the synapses of her brain would not connect with her body.

King lifted her left arm up, but at 15 degrees it stopped, her muscles creaking and gave in to weakening atrophy. She could not even put her right hand on her face to help wake herself before both appendages dropped into her mattress once again as if pulled back by rusty chains.

One by one. A second hand gripped her right forearm and pulled it down and tight into her bed. In La Bijoux. The Jewels.

I thought that you had left me, a decade ago. When I thought I was freed!? From SADNESS! From MADNESS!

An unknown force, a 200 pound weight placed itself over King's chest and pushed her down helplessly back. The vicious intruder put one arm over her face then the other over left shoulder, trapping her, pinning her helpless body down. King's eyelids blared open in absolute fright at the mortifying situation that unfolded. But her eyes were cloudy and her irises were still completely dead and black. Unable to move, a slave to a world between sleep and wake.

"Insanity. This is my gift to you." Its stale breath smelled of rotting meat.

Her body, conditioned, and perfected, pumped up, her pelvis twisted violently to throw her enemy aside, but it was indeed futile for just half way through her sudden thrust, her left calf had stopped, cocked a strange way and folded within itself when it atrophied to a stop.

Another one. Why here? Why now?!

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? Forgotten, your promise? We will defeat the world!

…and if it dares RESIST, then we would DESTROY IT!

Hello darkness, my old friend… I've come to talk with you again…

A young teenage boy's lips placed themselves next to the ear of its petrified victim – his face rising up from under the sheets. "Did you miss me, King-chan?" The next instant two, four, eight, then nineteen arms sprouted up from her white sheets like plants freeing themselves from the Earth. Those fingers infinitum clawed her biceps, her thighs, shins, neck then finally the top of her forehead, pulling her deep back into the pillow she slept on.

"Didn't I tell you, King-chan?" The ghost continued to whisper, both his arms around her neck and behind the back of her head. "That I will always be here. Here. When you need me the most." Just as you face the most bitter of despairs. I will come to you, and SAVE you. That monster hugged her tenderly, pressing his cheek against King's.

LIKE STARDUST. I WILL FIGHT THE ENTIRE WORLD WITH YOU.

…

There is a term for it. It is called Cognitive Dissonance. Simply said, it is a physio-psychological condition where there is a clear conflict between one's belief and their behavior. In order to remain functionally sane, a person needs [something] to reduce discomfort and restore psychological balance brought about by this easy to understand contradiction.

This is how an imaginary being reproduces.

…

Eventhough you won't acknowledge it. Your heart screamed out. YOU CALLED TO ME. And. To LIBERATE YOU FROM SUFFERING. Simply, as per your command, I CAME.

"Haaaaaghhhh… I can't have you interfere." Through those triangular fangs the cool mist seeped through with condensated air. "I missed you… old friend." It sighed.

I missed you all so much.

I WILL COME FOR YOU, WHEN YOU ARE WEAKEST; AND TAKE AWAY, THAT – WHICH YOU MOST TREASURE.

The whites of King's eyes had been completely replaced with black, just as drop of dark ink slowly seeped and infected a clear glass of water – and in the next frame, all 21 hands pulled King's body into the disappearing dark abyss that had replaced the white sheets King laid on.

Chapter 103: Old Friend

Simon and Garfunkel, 1963, Columbia Records.

All that was left, in that early morning – was an empty bed. Covered in stardust.

…amongst the sound… of silence.

…

"Heee hee hee hee haghk… Hic.. hee hee…" Clark snickered uncontrollably to himself now. His hand clawed over his temples to keep his head from splitting apart. He laughed so violently he began to hiccup. Absolutely fearless to the vengeful expression on Yuri's face Clark continued to mock the girl with his laughter. "Are you angry? Why are you so mad?" Clark grinned.

NO! NO MORE! Your WAY is WRONG.

"Hnnngh Hee Heee Hic…" Clark continued to laugh. He looked over his shoulder, breaking away from Yuri's face that was so inconsequential to him. "Hey!" Clark said when he turned back. He rotated his one arm. "I have your tape recorder…" He said, "and I have your original." He then raised his other hand shoulder height. Clark took 6 steps to his right side and laid both items on top of the old, sheet metal, air conditioner box then with both empty hands up walked back to the place he once stood. "Tell you what… If you want it back… then, come – and – TAKE them."

It ends … SHOW me, PROVE to me if you are able to see the 'Children'. If not… Then… Then you are of no use to me.

"Come on!"

{No matter how much you fight. No matter how much you struggle. No matter how much you THINK yourself SO GREAT.} Clark thought, {SQUIRM! GNASH! STRUGGLE! BLEED!} The tension in Clark's temples was about to rapture from mounting pressure. {If you DEFY DESTINY, then; SUFFER! SUFFER! Then DIE! No matter what…}

3:42 A.M.

"You… you fucking…" Yuri screamed…

"CAN YOU SEE [HIM]? OR CAN YOU NOT!?" Clark roared. "ANSWER. ME!"

ANSWER ME! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

"What… the fuck… the fuck are you talking about?!" Yuri spat back, her mind rattled uncontrollably.

{If you cannot see him… Then…}

"You lose." Clark sneered. In the dark morning a flash of lightning punctuated Clark's proclamation, the light reflecting off his shades and the man's evil grin from the shadowy abyss; for a few moments the world was silent, but in tow a LOUD thunderclap rocked the world.

"…and therefore – your way is WRONG!" Clark's open hands floated in space with minds of their own at shoulder height.

A…. "I thought out loud again." Clark said, then chuckled once again to himself as he tilted his face up in amusement.

…

MOU IPPIKI. Not even one trace of you.

"Eh?" Clark uttered.

KESHITEYAGEGU! I will ERASE YOU!

"Ah?" He shifted his head back down.

In an instant the girl materialized in front of her enemy, "SAIHAGHH!" Quarter circle back C (↵+C). Yuri swung her fist across Clark's left chin with every last bit of her might in one explosive killing attack, snapping his head around until Clark's face could see 180 degrees behind him clearly.

…enveloped in stardust.