The Colour Purple Chapter 151: Wilhelm Heidern, a king of fighters fanfic

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

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

"Is this…" UGH. She put her hand over her eye, her one eye that still hurt a little bit. But, shaking the nauseating feeling aside, twisted her face side to side and put her arm over her stomach. "Is this… the purpose of the King of Fighters '95? Master Rugal?" Mature asked, shifting her head low now.

In 1995…

Grinning in the darkness the man gazed over the long table with a large array of a hundred candles, all of different lengths – and despite some remaining lit, and while others were still prim and pristine, the flames did not seem to melt the wax that remained. "This is…" Rugal said. Touching his one eye as if a phantom pain made a strange itch linger. "I may have failed once…"

But I will summon God again. This… This is the TRUE purpose of the King of Fighters.

Despite their constant denial… isn't this, SILENTLY, what every civilization truly desires?

TO DESTROY THE PRESENT. "To make, yesterday, and today… ONE and the SAME." Mature tilted her head up, her one eye looking outward – because they KNEW they were RIGHT.

Yes.

…

The morning was hazy, hard to discern what was real and fake… but even after all that.

Isn't this the place…? My friend…

San Francisco, California, in the United States of America. 198X.

We still live in the present.

Heidern shuffled in place, teetering between asleep and wake – but in due time, one had overpowered the other and the man, already slightly conscious felt no need to delay the inevitable as he sat up on the bed. The bright sun that crept through the wooden blinds, making real - the wisps of dust that floated in the air. I am alive. Here. Right here – and right now.

Heidern tilted his gaze to the left hand side, and laying there was Sandra under the sheets.

…the room…

Heidern, all alone in that room, early morning. A calm and peaceful place. Left alone to his own devices, he ran his fingers through Sandra's hair as she slept.

…oh… tell me… where… just where…

"I have to go… Sandra…" Heidern whispered. "My flight is…"

…just where did I?

Running his fingers through her bangs, softly, and putting his thumb on her cheek. Just this once, maybe this once… even a stoic man can say. "Sandra… only you are… I hope you NEVER leave me. I…" Heidern…

…you did not [fight for me], did you? But, I was weak too… and I take all the blame.

So this is what happened to us. Now as I look back at my past sins, I am sorry, for what I did to you. I truly am.

Just as Heidern pushed his fingers deeper in her hair, Sandra's lips curled, dimples puckered. Heidern's spine froze immediately. Sandra's eyes opened and she smiled beaming while turning up to Heidern.

In 198X.

"Sandra!?"

…exactly…?

"Heidern…" Sandra looked up, strangely her expression was clear and lucid, staring back at him. "Were you saying something? She grinned coyly.

Heidern coughed and cleared his throat. "Good morning, Sandra."

"Good morning." [Good morning].

Heidern… Sandra wrapped both hands over Heidern's right wrist and lovingly kept his hand in place, guiding his fingers through her long hair.

You don't have to be ALONE [here], in this [room], Heidern. Sandra smiled warmly.

I will be with you. Because.

AUGH!

Suddenly the ear pitching static – a shrieking wail drove multiple nails through his brain. Splitting the world into numerous pictures – negative afterimages plastered over each other 6 times in a chaotic, erratic, deshelved pattern.

Once upon a time, I loved you so very much.

AUGH!

"Sandra I… I… I am… so so sorr…" a negative black and white film turned inside out.

I understand now… "So… this… this is, this is the place you talked about, my friend." Heidern wheezed pitifully sighing weakly wheezing a death's knell. The one step behind INSANITY.

The ROOM – this lonely place, where each and every soul, finally, comes to DIE. All alone.

I am sorry – for everything I DID to YOU. I SWEAR, if I could do it over… I.

"Wilhelm?" Sandra asked in a whisper…

…

Teetering on the glass break balance between sorrow and rage. Heidern sat on the soft carpet of his living room.

Growing tired of all this, Heidern sighed and looked to the side, his shoulders slumped and spine curled flaccidly in defeat, out at the window, where red and blue, flashing lights tinted the glass with a peculiar pattern of colours, as the sirens were abruptly cut short with a digital beep. When the realization of the truth, slowly came to rob him of his sanity once and for all.

Blood dripped down from his fingertips, drop by drop, one by one, falling down to become one, into the damp and dank carpet now soiled thoroughly with crimson.

Can you tell me, what were you doing? On 10:03 PM, April 22, 1987?

In 1987, something TERRIBLE happened.

…

'When [IT] turns around.'

…

One step… just before the entire world became PITCH BLACK, and the talons of MADNESS gripped every bit of your soul. And in its wake… all that remained…

11:3X PM, Johannesburg. Underground facility. Brahms secret laboratory.

…was a THIRST, the insatiable WILL for complete DESTRUCTION.

In a last desperate attempt, when a cool freezing wind passed through him, Rugal threw his left hand up to stop Heidern from gouging his eye in slow motion, just as he felt his extremities petrify in place.

TIME slid to a slow and careful halt, Heidern's fingertips crept millimeters from his eyeball. Threatening to end it all.

A! Once upon a time…

"Once upon a time, Rugal faced you." Rugal groaned. [GOD]! "…and you…"

TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME!

…

That ROOM was indeed dark, and cold, and despite all my endeavours, I could never, EVER return to it. What I feel is beyond guilt – now – those ravaging thoughts have become just barely a half step behind MADNESS. As I wish with whole regret, I could somehow DESTROY the spaces in between that TIME put in between us. By a cruel joke laid bare by divinity. Of time.

Perhaps by now, or not, you may have slowly figured out what my true purpose is? If I cannot physically make HIM appear, then I will cause much chaos and disarray; HE will have no alternative but to face me, again, lest I turn his creations into MONSTROUS abominations.

In 1980, I did it for my friend.

"RUGALLLL BERNSTEEIIN!" Krauser pulled both his enormous arms under their enemy's armpits and locked his fingers behind the back of HIS silver haired head with a full nelson lock.

"Rugal!" Saishyuu Kusanagi ran full speed, wrapped his arms around Rugal's bloody chest and rushed with his entire bodyweight to hurl his friend away to safety.

"Ivan…"

The Japanese man twisted his upper torso, throwing Rugal way clear to the far side of the ring.

"ZZAKENNAYO! KORA!" Saishyuu shouted, both arms coiled and then blaring wide.

BULL. SHIT.

"SAISHYUU!" Rugal called out… "KRAUSER!" Reaching outwards in vain.

At the end, all I could see was a clear and clean white light. The sound shrieked and faded into an indiscernible high pitched wail. Until it was white and all that was left was nothing – when white and black was blinding just the same.

…just where did I?

[Just. Where exactly… did I… go wrong?]

…

"WILHELM…?" Sandra looked up, strangely her expression was clear and lucid, staring back at him with both hands over his fingers – guiding them gingerly, slowly, through her hair – savouring every last bit of it, lovingly. "Were you saying something?" She grinned coyly.

…

AND THEN…

[THE DARKNESS.]

The final step pierced the shallow black water, hurtling THEM forward. Into the abyss.

TIME slid to a slow and careful halt, just as Heidern's fingertips crept millimeters from his eyeball. Threatening to end it all.

"KILL YOU…" Heidern grinned through the blood caked smile. "RUUUUGAL… I WILL…"

[I will KILL you. Now.] Heidern gurgled an indiscriminate groan.

KILKLL YOUU. BREAK YOU. TEAR YOU. DESTROY YOU.

Until… NOTHING… Nothing left remains.

Just. Like. Me.

…

In your zeal, in your noble sense of justice – you spared no expense – as you chased [IT], down that narrow and dark path.

…

"No." She said, flatly. "No."

You will NOT.

Heidern instinctively cocked his body back, and in front of his face Mature's right claw swept inches from his nose – with five silver blades trailing behind her fingertips.

The BEAST – part 11.

Let's play a game… you and I…

Rugal twisted his head to the left side. "MATURE."

You may be GOD. But right now, to me, you are merely a monster – just like all of us who remain here – reminding us, during lonesome times, during these idle times, why we are still alive.

IF you exist [here] now, if you can HURT US, perhaps the possibility exists that you are NOT G_O_D… if so, then.

"Then…" Mature sneered as she rolled her eyes sidelong to her master, THEN, back at her ENEMY. You are NOT GOD. You are my ENEMY. Now. [AND]. If you are not GOD, then, the [LESSONS] MUST… must easily…

Therefore. The woman's dirty golden hair waved and split apart, exposing her right eye.

…

[AND].

"TWO things can be true at the same time."

…

If so; Mature curled all five fingers into her right palm – it trembling in front of her face in defiance. The LESSONS must apply, equally, upon you too! WILHELM HEIDERN!

…

The small girl bit her lip, hovered her hand up fearfully over the castle tower with her right hand to take Rugal's bishop. Even as she apprehensively took the bishop piece and slowly carefully, wrapped two fingers over both chess pieces, somehow seeming unsure, made the exchange and committed to the move.

…

"THE FIRST LESSON!" Mature screamed.

Immediately after her right claw swiped past Heidern's face, instantly four silver scythes from her left hand came down – their four tips swung, but barely broke the skin on the side of Heidern's neck. Without a moment of pause, Mature slapped down, barely parrying Heidern's counterattack – then - four rusty, iron sickles rose up from his chest up the side of his face, with a frustrated hiss, Mature gnashed her teeth when her barrage missed Heidern's jugular as the monster easily slipped an inch to one side.

"The first lesson…" Rugal once said. "To think two or three steps ahead…" Rugal extended one finger then, slowly…

…

If I can make a WISH. A wish every girl at least once in her lives made, so innocently.

{He is fast! Heidern is TOO fast!} Mature's thoughts raced wildly. Even though she confirmed each swing, each attack, even though Mature was sure the last attack was sure to hit, it did not.

And with each and every one of her commands, her fingers seemed to slip through, like it was a second or two, too late – and all she could see in slow motion, was Heidern's head tilt back when a clump of dark, black water tugged at his cheeks and the beast's body faded into the shadows – just out of reach. Almost instinctively. With each of his steps her enemy slowly disappeared, leaving only the remnant of a red pupil staring back from the abyss.

Mature's right hand, with five fingers extended outwards, floated over next to her right ear. Directed at Heidern's remaining good eye, Mature…

{He's a MONSTER!} Mature wailed silently. {I can't catch him… Rugal, I can't…}

…

1944.

The wind had picked up, stinging the eyes, the vortex of that chaos centered around these two children. {The Germans can do it too, huh?} He thought. The British boy who would one day be known as 'Knight' uttered wistfully. "So, you can…" His blonde hair waving wildly in the air. "You can see… [It.]" They MADE you – no, they FORCED you to see [it]. Too…

Despite it being a sunny afternoon, Heidern, 13 years old, hunched over as the beast he was, swayed his hands, penduluming left and right over his knees in a monotonous drone. The sky slowly became overcast, blocking the light and instantly the world became a late evening, then to night as the sunlight was sapped from the world. But the British boy knew well, that this sudden change of season was not a force of nature… as daylight became night in a split second, the Caucasian teen understood INSTANTLY. The world had completely surrendered to the powerful veil of DARKNESS.

In this little German town, of Pforzheim.

'Perhaps', all this begets a slight comfort that I was not the only one who was made to SEE something that CANNOT be [UNSEEN]. Mayhaps that, in this way, I do not feel so lonely.

"The Germans are able to do it too?" He wondered out loud. Ah! I spoke out loud again. The Boy Knight curled his right fist TIGHT by his side, then lifted it upwards to his temple. Ready. "But your version is FAKE!" Despite how many times THEY told you the contrary. Deep down inside, you know and I know, my friend… your artificial copy is NOT the same!

…During this time, we met each other, decreed by foolish adults, even though we were considered insignificant, we know deep down inside, our actions influenced the way the world turns now.

In 1944, we fought each other at the END of the WORLD.

…

The second lesson. In a zero sum game, one has to understand the concept of COST versus BENEFIT.

Rugal extended one finger then, slowly… the second finger…

Mature's right hand, with five fingers extended outwards, floated over next to her right ear. Directed at Heidern's remaining good eye, Mature…

Five fingers – five claws merged into one silvery blade – to ATTACK!

"DIE! HEIDERRRR…!"

THUD.

It was a blunt, empty sound – stopping her thoughts in an instant, when her accelerating body immediately came to an abrupt halt as inertia could no longer continue as it pleased, and the friction of reality's tax came due.

Unable to move forward all of a sudden, Mature tilted her gaze downwards to her stomach. Waiting there, were four fingers embedded deep in her flesh.

Chapter 151: Wilhelm Heidern.

With both hands, Sandra guided Heidern's open hand across her hair in sheer ecstasy. A warm loving smile – wishing that time would just stop, here, and now. IF only, we could make yesterday and today ONE and the SAME. If we, both of us… and all of the miserable people of the world could abolish the concept of regret. Perhaps happiness could be made available to all the souls of the world… and none of us…

None of us would have had to suffer.

[Here].