Birth of the Cold Dragon
Chapter 1: Crimson Tears
Part 1: Death of the Flaming Dragon
Date: April 2, 2006
Writer’s Notes: I was looking around Shoryuken.com when I found the fanfiction section, and after reading a few examples of the work there, found my writing bug kicking up again. I’ve written things in the past, but alot of those works tended to end prematurely or from the lack of will to continue. Combined with my renewed fixation with SF3: 3rd Strike, I found a lot of ideas popping in my head. This is the my attempt to put those ideas to paper, so to speak. But, I can’t write if I don’t know if I’m doing a good job, so it is encouraged to leave a props or slops in respose. Also, this is the timeline I’m using, which for the most part, is canon to the SF world.
1964 - Ryu Born
1965 - Ken Born
1987 - Street Fighter 1 (initial release date)
1991 - Street Fighter 2 (initial release date)
1997 - Street Fighter 3 (initial release date)
2006 - Present Day
1992 - Mel Born (Mel was 5 during SF3)
March 2006, 3:01 PM, Pemburke Private Academy
Mel Masters ran for his life. The startled cries of his friends were left behind, as he slammed through the front doors of his private school and bowled people over in his desperate rush. Mel made his way towards the car his butler drove him to and from school, despite any obstacle, man or object alike. They certainly would be angry later, but he couldn’t afford the time at the moment. He screamed for the chauffer to go as quickly as possible to his home.
A slender hand reached down and picked up the cell phone Mel had dropped. Kyoko, one of Mel’s friends, put the reciever to her ear, but could only hear sobbing drowned out by the roaring of… flames?
March 2006, 2:50 PM, 11 minutes earlier…, Masters Mansion
Eliza Masters sat on the deck of her home, reading her favorite magazine under a patio umbrella. Well, she wasn’t really reading it. Eliza was using it to hide the fact that she was admiring her gardener. Normally, for a married woman, such a thing would be considered scandalous. But, luckily for Eliza, the gardener was her husband. And absolutely destroying her gardenias.
“Hey, hon? How many gallons of water did you say these flowers needed?” Ken called.
“Just two, sweetie. Be sure to give each of the plants a little.” Eliza answered, sighing as she basked in the warmth of the sun.
“A little? I don’t think two gallons per plant is a little, dear.”
“…Hon? You realize you are only supposed to use two gallons for the all of the plants, right?”
Eliza sighed again, this time from the irratation at her husband and his unique ability to kill plants without even trying, and at herself for attempting to believe otherwise. Ken strolled around the hedge and into her view. Even at a ripe age of forty two, Ken Masters was a remarkably handsome man. The hard muscles of his youth hadn’t disappeared with the exercise program he mantained. Eliza knew, from the moment that she had met him, that love at first sight was a reality with Ken. She smiled as her husband came over and gave her an apologetic kiss.
“Sorry,” Ken said. “I can’t help the fact that plants hate me.”
“Don’t worry,” Eliza responded. “I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me.” Her hands began to roam, lighting a smile from Ken.
“Hon, you know we can’t. Mel will be home any second…” But despite his words, Ken didn’t draw away.
“Then I suppose we’ll have to hurry.” Eliza responded. Suddenly, as she leaned in for another kiss, the compound wall fifteen meters away exploded.
March 2006, 2:50 PM, Pemburke Private Academy
Mel sat in his class, waiting for the final minutes of class to finish. To his teachers, Mel Masters was a young, energetic boy with a lot of attitude and potential. To his friends, he was more of a slacker and dreamer. To his family, he was a loyal and devoted son. To the rest of the people he knew, he was a good sort, if a bit spoiled.
But most of all, to Mel himself, he was bored. Bored of class, tired of his friends, weary of his parents. Mel felt that most of what they taught in school was a waste of his time and his parent’s money, since it was pretty obvious he was going to take over his father’s family business. All of his friends were constantly jabbering on about the latest fashion or tech-toy. Even his parents were getting on his nerves. They were always fooling around, even kissing in front of other people. Mel even found himself thinking that it was hard to believe his father was Japanese, considering his shameless behavior in his early forties. Needless to say, Mel hadn’t had friends over to his mansion in a long while for fear of embarassment.
Mel looked up at the clock mounted on the wall. 2:55. Just five more minutes. Glancing out the nearby window, he saw it was a bright and shiny day. Sigh. Would the day never end?
March 2006, 2:51 PM, Masters Mansion
Ken grabbed his wife and rolled away, as rock and debris flew through the air towards them. The patio table and chairs were blown or knocked aside from the force of the blast. Most of the lawn was torn up in a straight line from the hole in the wall, including the garden beds Ken had worked on all morning. Wary, he quickly checked Eliza for injuries. “Are you okay?!”
“I-I’m fine,” she responded, shaken. “But who-”
At that moment, the air began to thicken. Despite the late afternoon, it almost seemed as if the light of day darkened. Together they looked over at the hole, and saw a figure emerging from the darkness, slowly. The only noticable feature from the pitch black was the haunting, red eyes that seemed to bore into their souls.
“Eliza, run.” Ken said, as he moved into a defensive posture. He was more frightened for Eliza than himself. “You have to warn the people in the house. Go, now.”
“GO, NOW!” Ken grabbed Eliza by the arm and shoved her through the back door to the mansion, slamming the door shut.
March 2006, 2:54 PM, Masters Mansion
Eliza screamed as fire exploded around her, searing her right leg. She stumbled backwards away from the battle, as the intruder assaulted her husband. The fight had carried from the lawn and through the house, as the two men tore down the walls like paper. Ki trails drifted down from the air as it was unleashed and exploded around the interior of the once beautiful mansion. Fire began to spread along the hallway. Turning, Eliza fled down the corridor towards the servants wing.
A few people rushed to her, frightened. The first to reach her was her maid, Rena, and the second was their cook, Mr. Mordigan. Rena’s hair, a short bowl cut that Eliza had pushed on to her because it suited her well, was a mess of tangles and curls. Mr. Mordigan was impeccably dressed, as usual. But despite his appearance, it was clear that like Rena, he was frightened.
“Mrs. Masters, what’s going on?! Is it a fire?!” they both shouted at once.
Eliza bent over and tried to catch her breath. The dull pain of the burn on her leg reminded her that she was injured, and she couldn’t let these people stay here. They were all in danger.
He had come back.
“T-there’s no time to explain,” she said, panting. “We have to get out of here.”
“But, Miss-” Rena began.
“NO! We have to leave! We’ve got to-,” Eliza shouted, but was cut off as another explosion ripped through a nearby wall. Wood and mortar flew out, raining upon them. Rena screamed as the ceiling supports collapsed and gave out from the destructive blast, burying her in a pile of debris. Eliza could only watch in shock as building began to give in around them. She could hear grunts and dull impacts of fists colliding into flesh beyond the opening. Eliza took a step towards the new opening, curiosity and worry for her husband overriding her good sense. A hand grabbed her and pulled her back. She began to protest, but was cut off when she saw it was Mr. Mordigan.
Mordigan was an old, but loyal servant of the Masters for many years. He served for Ken’s father, and then Ken himself when the young man took over the family affairs. And he knew a bad situation when he saw one. Mordigan grabbed Eliza and ran for the front door exit.
March 2006, 2:57 PM, Pemburke Private Academy
Mel looked up again at the clock. It was still going slow. Tick tock. Tick tock. Unable to look at the clock any longer, his gaze drifted. Strangely, he found himself looking over at Kyoko. She smiled and waved at him. Kyoko was a Japanese student who joined a few monthes ago. Mel had met her outside the front doors to the school, struggling with a large stack of books. He remembered fondly of how they had instantly become friends, as he was more than capable of speaking Japanese due to his father’s lessons.
Japan had always interested Mel. When he was little he liked to listen to his mother tell him a folktales from a story book given to their family by his grandmother. Mel laughed a little as he imagined himself swinging a sword with a topknot, saving the pretty princess in a dashing kimono. He blushed as him suddenly found himself imagining Kyoko as the princess.
Mel looked at the clock again. 2:59 PM. Sigh.
March 2006, 2:59 PM, Masters Mansion
The mansion was on fire. Flames poured over the whole structure of the once proud mansion. Eliza stood in the front, desperately trying to make out any image of her husband, who as far as she knew, was still inside. Only the occasional burst of sound and energy showed that the battle raged onward. Most of the servants had escaped, and the alarms of the police cars and the fire station wagons blared in the distance. Mordigan was trying to restrain Eliza, while the others were tending to the wounded or stomping out the smaller fires at the edges.
“Mordigan, let me go! I have to find Ken! I have to find my husband!” Eliza screamed.
“No, madam, you must stay!” Mordigan protested. “It’s too dangerous!”
Suddenly, the second floor collapsed. The window glass cracked loudly, as it shattered onto the ground in front of the people. The survivors scattered, as another explosion rocked the structure, signaling the fire had reached the main gas pipe. Fluttering down from above, a burning blanket landed in front of the young mother, as Mordigan who had fallen backwards from the explosions tried to regain his footing.
It was a child’s blanket. Eliza had sown it for Mel when he was five years old.
“Oh my god.” Eliza stared in horror as the realization slowly sunk in. Mel was on his way home, and her cell phone was recharging in the living den. Ignoring the cries of the manservant, she dashed back into the burning building. Eliza squeezed past the fallen debris, and ducked into the living room of the mansion. The heat quickly bathed her in sweat, and the smoke was thick enough to choke upon. Peering around, she spied the cell phone in the room, on a low end table. Crawling on her knees, Eliza scurried over the the device, and quickly dialed the number for her son’s cell phone, crouched down from the smoke.
March 2006, 3:01 PM, Pemburke Private Academy
“Hello?” Mel answered, as he made his way out of class. The bell had rung, and he was finally on his way home.
“Mel!” Eliza yelled.
“Oh, hi mom!” Mel replied, smiling.
“Mel, don’t come home, stay at school!”
Mel frowned. Now he was confused. His mother sounded hysterical and sick with worry. “What? I don’t understand. Mom, what’s going on!?”
“Mel, you have to listen to me! Stay at school, it’s safer there! We will send someone to get you! Don’t worry, every thing will be fin- cough hak”
“Mom! Where are you!? Are you home!? Answer me, mom!”
“Mel, just listen to me! I’m going now, okay? Stay where yo- Oh!”
“No… it can’t be…” Mel could hear his mother sobbing on the other end of the phone. “Ken, wake up… please wake up…”
March 2006, 3:01 PM, Masters Mansion
Eliza was cut off from her conversation as a body tumbled through a crumbling wall and landed next to her. She gasped as the hand of her husband landed on her thigh.
Ken Masters was a broken man. Blood and soot covered him from head to toe, and most of the skin on his body had been seared off. Both arms were broken in several places, as well as one of his legs. A few ribs were poking out, as he labored to breathe. Bruises covered his face and body, as well as several cuts.
“No… it can’t be…” Eliza dropped the phone as she crawled over and cradled her husband. “Ken, wake up… please wake up…” A crunching sound caught her attention, and she looked up to find herself staring at the intruder who had destroyed her husband and home. Her eyes widened. It couldn’t be…
“No… NO… it can’t be you… you’re DEAD!” she screamed. “You’re DEAD!”
The figured glared down at the woman. The kanji on his back flared, and pain coursed through his body. His red eyes blazed, as he raised his hand, ki flowing around him.
"Kongou Kokuretsu Zan!"
March 2006, 3:02 PM, Pemburke Private Academy
Kyoko gasped, as the phone fell from her numb fingers. Her friends turned to her from watching Mel dash out of the door. “What’s wrong, Kyoko?” one of them asked.
Wiping her eyes, she looked up. “I- I think that something happened to Mrs. Masters. I think somebody killed her.”
March 2006, 3:10 PM, Masters Mansion
Mel felt numb, as he watched the firemen and policemen pour over the wreckage of the mansion. The smoldering ruins of his home had an effect on him that no can anticipate; the emptiness of emotion. He found himself unable to feel anything in that one moment, before it came back to him in a rushing torrent. A virtual tidal wave of worry, anger, and confusion. He ran forward, past the line of people and towards the building. He was dimly aware of blue uniformed men grabbing a hold of his uniform, until he batted them away. Mel saw someone he recognized on a stretcher; it was Mordigan, the cook.
“Mordigan!” Mel yelled at the old cook, much to the chagrin of the nurse attending him. “Mordigan! Where’s Mom?! Where’s Dad!?”
Mel felt himself sinking, as Mordigan began to blink away tears welling in his eyes. The old man shook his head. “I’m sorry, young master. I’m sorry. The master was still in the house, and the mistress ran inside to find him. I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry, young master…”
Hands held on to Mel as he collapsed, darkness enveloping his senses.
End of Part 1: Death of the Flaming Dragon
Author’s Afterward: Sorry to the Ken fans. =P Don’t forget to post a reply.