The Devil’s Child
Old story I made up back in the 12th grade. It talks about a fictional story on Sakura and her opposite Dark Sakura. I have nothing better to do at the moment, so I’m writing again I suppose…
[FONT=Impact]Chapter 1: Silhouette Dreams
The struggling forces between light and dark shall forever intertwine. Emotion? Guilt? Confusion? Unknown causes lead to unknown questions, but she searched to find the answers. She was Sakura, Street Fighters proudest fighter. But there was nothing to be proud about being so young and mistaken: Sakura is just another small girl who is powerless to the other challenges in the world - the voices clouded her mind. But they were just merely different voices in which Sakura refused to listen to. Because it matters not to whose voice it actually was, or if they were even voices to begin with. Maybe it was Sakura’s own mind, telling her she could further advance her strange powers even more - but how would that come to reality?
Although Sakura had trained her powers to mimic ryu’s, nothing was sadder than admitting the truth: They were not invincible. Her training lead her to believe that mimicking someone else’s moves would not pride her as a skilled combatant, but as a fraud. She trained harder everyday totally forgetting life as a small girl. There were no time for school and books, no time for jump ropes, no time for nothing but her intense training in acknowledging that she could further advance her powers.
Eventually, she would push herself to exhaustion, and fall asleep depressed. When the mind is force to think in such of a transition, a dream usually occurs and it was no different for Sakura. Some dreams are frightening, others complicated, and some just plain weird. For Sakura, it felt real. Her dreams consisted of dark figures in which she named the Silhouette. She defined them a dark presence that brought out lashing figures in which they were like shadows - having no true color or essence.
Forms that could look like her rivals such as Karin, and other street fighters - but what did it all mean?
Although they toyed and battled with her mind, she would eventually wake up feeling more powerful than before. But it wasn’t a mutual feeling; she had known that because of the feeling she’d had, she behaved differently. Her powers were advancing beyond her noticing, but it felt like something was being sacrificed in this progress. Her powers got fearsome day after day, sometimes in which she could not control. She soon realized that it did not matter; facing this force head on in contingent was more of an importance.
“What is becoming of me?” - Sakura replied
But was it the Silhouette’s doing? The reason why she felt different day after day after intense training and sleep? She searched for the answers, but maybe the answers were coming to her…
Next Chapter - Lost Memories