The Colour Purple Chapter 152: Lessons Apply to You, Too, 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

Her once clear vision slowly become ever so slightly blurry, so blurry as she recalled a faint, fleeting memory. A memory – something she did not want to ever let go, NO MATTER… no matter what. Her vision, now clouded when tears raced over her eyes from the instantaneous pain.

The colour from Mature's face began to bleed down her neck and through her body, leaving behind a monochrome husk – just when she thought she had won, she was sure, she was certain – without a shred of doubt. Because certainly justice was on her side of destiny. As the fleeting moments passed, all that was robbed from her face in an instant.

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.

Four…

Wait…

"What was the third lesson?" I can't remember now…

Already, already she could feel her enemy begun to sap the life from her body, sucking in the blood, absorbing every bit of shining light from her eyes, every ounce of sweet taste from her lips – and every bit of hope she held deep in her heart.

"Four…" Heidern begun to slowly, sadistically curl all fingers within her body – making every bit of herself – part of HIM. "Four finger…" IT snarled.

"Four…" Mature wheezed, then as if to hold her vomit back, curled her lips inwards. With her body trembling uncontrollably, she gnashed her teeth, unwilling to give in! But…

The second lesson. "In order to save your rook, you may have to sacrifice a PAWN." The concept that you can not save everyone. The ability and the courage to whittle the world into a logical – and - unemotional exercise of cost versus benefit… is an essential skill too…

"Ghhghk… Ruu… Master, Rugal." Mature wheezed, grasping desperately to the last bit of her life, just as the Beast was about to tear her internal organs free from her torso.

AM I? Just…

"Four… finger." Heidern groaned flatly. The monster curled a fist inside Mature's stomach crushing her insides like a red apple of truth – and it was this truth that would not be denied. Mature gurgled up her throat and coughed out a vomit of blood out her mouth.

WAS I just a PAWN to you? Rugal?

The BEAST – part 12.

I thought I could win, I thought I had won. Because I suffered so much, I devoted so much, and I thought justice would bend the arc of destiny my direction – but is it possible? That my enemy suffered from the same zeal as me?

Let's play a game… you and I…

…

"Are you afraid of Rugal, girl?" Rugal asked sitting calmly, aloofly in his chair in that cold dark room.

"No." Mature replied.

"Good." Rugal said in approval. "But Rugal is still smarter, more powerful than you." Rugal moved a chess piece forward. "You will find yourself, undoubtedly, in a similar situation – many times – in the future… so," Rugal challenged. "What will you do, when you come face to face with a superior enemy?"

This is the fourth lesson.

…

The monster – Heidern tilted his face upwards, slightly curious, somewhat perplexed. Even when Mature's knees trembled uncontrollably, her hands floated over his wrist with all fingers splayed, desperately clinging onto consciousness, reaching out in vain to that branch just to cling even for a second more of life.

…

Rugal took Mature's pawn, then crossed his arms snobbishly and leaned back. One more move behind a 'check', certainly.

The little girl, Mature put both palms on her knees in defeat, she hunched her shoulder forward, draping her hair in despair over her crumpled face not shattered and devoured in agony.

"You have much to learn girl." Rugal laughed. "Keep your hands close, you telegraph too much when you…"

Rugal fell silent all of a sudden.

Mature laid both her small palms on the cold table and slowly, yet surely tilted her face up, and instead of despair, instead of sadness, the expression locked on her face when her hair parted was a sneer and sly – bright gleam.

{AM I a pawn?}

"No." Mature said, ever so matter of factly.

A thundering boom, silent but ever echoing so LOUD in Rugal's skull, Mature wrapped four fingers over her rook. The castle piece on the opposite side Rugal had ignored due to Mature's wide arm motions on the opposite hemisphere of the board. "Check."

CASTLING!? Two pieces switched with one move simultaneously. In this, just this one special instance, limit of movement, the 'rule of nine' was momentarily shattered, and instantly tilted the trajectory of the arc of destiny the complete opposite direction.

Mature's Rook was now at a direct path – a missile poised directly at Rugal's King without a single obstruction.

Rugal immediately countered, moving a knight to block the rook from taking his king.

…

"Four…" Mature wheezed, then as if to hold her vomit back, curled her lips inwards. With her body trembling uncontrollably, she gnashed her teeth, unwilling to give in! But…

The fourth lesson… what was it…?

Heidern tugged her flesh outwards, forcefully dragging her life force towards him in the form of crimson coils now transferring from her body to HIS with a railing ear piercing screed.

The Four Finger!?

Heidern cocked back savagely and with an invisible crimson blade cut Mature's life in half in an instant.

Mature could not hold back any more and her bubbling cheeks gave way, the blood seeping slowly from the sides of her mouth. "GHHAGH!" she expelled the noxious red mixtures out her mouth skywayrds.

The first lesson… "Two steps… even th… thr.. three…" Mature gurgled.

…

"A smart move." Rugal sneered.

The fourth lesson – at its simplest core – each piece can only move in 9 axes, the rule of nine, and even perhaps limited if burdened with pre determined conditions. Forward, backward, sideways, diagonals and against the rules, but philosophically, stationary. Compounded multiple times, the probabilities would reach infinity. Thus, impossible to predict.

One day you will face an enemy that evades all your attacks, and one where you cannot hope to predict or even keep pace with their onslaught.

When faced with a superior opponent, it could become impossible to maintain defiance for an indefinite span of time – and through a battle of attrition, all that would remain is defeat. Because in fact, even as the combinations and permutations are infinite... BUT.

BUT. What IF you are able to forcefully coerce your enemy to limit their movements…

…then you reduce the infinite combinations and probabilities into something less intimidating… do you see?

within the WHITE squares, and the DARK squares. If even a GOD wishes to play with us, he still has to follow the RULES he laid out for us!

If you are unable to predict – and defend against a superior attack, why just not let him?

A combination of infinite possibilities. Black and white squares, can move in 9 axes multiple times. Even if you are unable to land a successful hit, when you ATTACK his left side, you also force him to retreat to his right. Two things can be true at once. The lesson is to be able to understand and be aware of these simultaneously.

'Force him to jump by his own volition' then be ready to counter. This becomes easy to understand, when explained, even though at first the theory was so far from your mind's reach.

If you can coerce your enemy to retreat a RESTRICTED possible certain ways you can reduce that to possibly from infinity, to realistically, just less than 9 possibilities, but if you can coerce them to ATTACK your pre determined weak point, it boils it down from infinity… to just… ONE.

THIS. THIS IS THE FOURTH LESSON OF VIOLENT FIGHTING.

…

A dark silhouette of an evil and remorseless monster stares at the girl. And she, the girl could do nothing but stare back pitifully back at IT.

Intention versus 'in tension'. Compression, the opposite of tension. This, the simultaneous attraction and repulsion of two forces that rotates the world on its axis. This is. The root of all human conflict. …and what maintains the cruel flow of time.

In response, from well below, the monstrous BEAST groaned – just as its opposite hand curled inwards, just before splaying savagely outwards just before its final attack.

…

A silver coin entered the slot with a familiar mechanical click and whirr.

Slowly her life was being sapped from her body, yet despite all that Mature, the girl shook, though in futility in place… "I do not, believe… in God…" Mature could no longer hold out and vomited, to her grand shame out her mouth and over her blouse. "Because… As I do not fault a higher being for my suffering - I believed, that in my heart of hearts, it was not GOD who saved me."

Her molars chattering in place, wheezing at a last breath. But, in the off chance you are… "If you think you are GOD… then, THEN…" She whispered weakly as the last bit of lifeblood left her lips. THEN.

Even if you are God – if you show yourself to me…

[TWO THINGS can be true at ONCE.]

THEN. I can [BIND] YOU [HERE]!

'Dark squares, and light squares.'

'YES.'

…

If you can COERCE your enemy to ATTACK within your rules, and by your design... Then you boil down the infinite permutations and combinations, to… simply… ONE.

…

Mature, with both hands clamped down into Heidern's wrist, with both hands, keeping all his four fingers embedded solidly in her body. THE…

"The second… lesson…" she gurgled.

Every thing can be boiled down to a COST BENEFIT analysis. Her hands trembled feverishly, petrified with fright as her death came close.

The second lesson. That you can not save everyone. The ability to whittle the world into a simple and unemotional exercise of cost versus benefit…

Clasping down like 2 ten ton vice grips, Mature drove ten fingers into Heidern's wrist, trapping his attack firmly in place. "If you can gain a greater benefit at a reasonable cost… then why not LET him."

…

The Beast, Heidern instinctively retreated. IT did not understand it at first, but with all its fervour jumped back, it did NOT understand what this sudden feeling was at first - letting the black claws of darkness pull itself into the void behind it. To escape.

Was it logic? Was it superiority that determined his actions? Or was it something else?

The swirling, cold void wrapped itself as a whirlwind around Heidern, until all that was left was a single red pupil. Then, in an instant IT could disappear and…

…or could it have been, possibly? FEAR?

The red orb floated in place within the black 2 dimensional plane.

…

…or was it REALITY, finally, after all this time, while we spent all this time walking in a foggy haze, did reality simply, come BACK to REASSERT ITSELF.

HERE.

…

"Check." The girl, mature called out her Rook's clear [in-tension].

Rugal immediately defended, moving a knight to block the rook from taking his king. Though, just as he released his grip from his piece, understood what had just happened.

Ignoring the knight, Mature reached over the board and placed a forgotten pawn to the opposite side of the battlefield. The little girl took the pawn off the board and in its place now stood another piece.

"She is no longer a pawn. She is a QUEEN now."

Unable to clear the knot in his throat, Rugal could do nothing but smile and guffaw heartily in defeat. Yes. Yes… "YES, well done!"

Mature blared in glee. You have NO option but to move your King one step to escape – a SINGLE possible move to prevent the END of this game, and when you do, I TAKE your knight… and then…

ALL the lessons come together as one. ALL OF THEM!

Mature clapped both palms together. To defy and define the difference between theory and rule. Even when a scientific proof exists.

Well done, Mature.

And now…Mature, now…

…

{My friend, YOUR OUTER DARKNESS is NOT the same as mine. And one day, that truth will be revealed at the most inconvenient of times. To someone who is desperate enough to survive and hungry enough to be willing to be courageous. At the expense of their life} Knight reassured. {Just as we do to each other, now.} in 1944. A time everyone will forget. As they wonder, in the dark of night – they will wonder why we fought each other so desperately.

Wilhelm Heidern!

…

The fourth lesson. Brahms underground laboratory.

The red orb floated in place within the black 2 dimensional plane. Despite its maddening wails, the Darkness did not respond to the Beast's commands. The dark swirling vortex exploded, leaving Heidern wide open and unable to escape, only left with a succinctly clear realization.

Mature, with both hands clamped down into Heidern's wrist with both hands, keeping all his four fingers embedded solidly in her body. THE FOURTH LESSON. Now I BIND you HERE! Mature's hands kept Heidern's body slave to the mortal coils of the Earth, unable to disappear.

"You are no longer a pawn, instead, you stand a QUEEN now. Mature." Rugal said.

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE! Because infinity is just, has now become, ONE.

Because, even if you are God, in order to SUBVERT us, you had to make yourself 'real'. AND if you are REAL. Just as you made your son, man, in a certain way, you had to as well…

Your son, the son of man was crucified, was he not? And may I remind you, that those were YOUR conditions, not MINE.

"And if you are REAL…" Mature snickered softly, erratically, feverishly, clinging desperately at the final edge of darkness. "If so… THEN… the…"

Chapter 152: Lessons Apply to You, Too.

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To eat, shit, reproduce, seek pleasure, and then finally, to DIE. Subdivided into its very basic impulses, is that just not the easiest way to understand the description of 'fatality' for all mankind?

Do you know why we abhor you so much?

Maybe it's because we as a society have lost our way and long so dearly for a meaningful way to fill the hours of our days - for a purpose to live by. For anything to make tomorrow brighter.

…and blindly we cling to anything, even evil, even madness.

Or maybe… we had fallen so far gone – we resent your absolute control of destiny – [that] we simply just want someone ELSE to blame.

And if [you] are indeed chosen by GOD to fulfill his decree, then you are the greatest avatar of the divine justice.

So let me FIGHT you. So even if I died, I can say that my life was NOT absolutely meaningless.

…and in the end, was this not what we wanted deep down inside?

…

"HEAVEN'S."

[Check. And.]

"This is awkward, but it is the most certain way you can deliver your most devastating attack without fail, Mature." A fleeting voice faded into obscurity.

This move only works under certain ideal, controlled conditions. Only if both parties are of superior ability. Or mayhaps, if one of them, the aggressor absolutely arrogant, and the victim though completely inferior, is simply HUNGRY enough.

This is how you SUBVERT and perhaps even SUBJUGATE, if only for a split second, the 'rule of nine'.

If you can hurt me, then it stands to reason, that I can HURT you too. HEIDERN.

Mature slammed her right hand into Heidern's inner elbow, folding the four finger attack instantly. Without releasing her grip her left hand curled inwards and cracked the hold the beast had on her body, instantly uprooting the Beast's bloody grip from her stomach.

LEAVE. US. ALONE!

The. Tetzuzankou.

In three simultaneous movements Mature twisted her body around 360 degrees at close range and SLAMMED her shoulder directly into Heidern's midsection, immediately delivering a devastating, full body solar plexus body check shot into the monster – one IT could not escape.

From zero to sixty miles per hour in an instant the pinpoint spear pierced God. A light cleaving the darkness. Forcing the pendulum of destiny to tilt back her way with a more vicious anger, Mature REFUSED to admit defeat.

OUR WAY is RIGHT!

↓↙←↙↓↘→ + Kick.

GO BACK. TO WHERE YOU BELONG!

"HEAVEN'S GATE!"

An 8 foot tall and 7 foot wide skull hurled itself with the same impact as a 16 wheeler trailer truck DIRECTLY into Heidern's face with a ferocity that sent the monster clear 10 feet backwards into the air.