“What the . . .!? Ryu!”
Ken had followed Sagat to the construction site, and much to his surprise saw Dark Ryu sprawled out on the ground in a pool of his own vital fluids. Bullet holes and smatterings of blood covered his entire body.
The police officer standing over his lifeless form struck Ryu’s head with a feral blow from his nightstick, and with a peal like thunder split his skull. Fluids and particles of gray matter erupted into the air and coated the officer with more gore than he had already been covered in. He buffeted his head several more times before finally halting.
“And stay down motherfucker!” he barked, as he pointed an accusatory finger at the pulpy mass once known as Ryu’s face. The perspiration that blanketed his body glistened in the sunlight.
Ken just stood in place, emotions of hatred and woe conflicted within him. He tensed his muscles and allowed those emotions to well up inside of him until he could no longer hold them in, and then with one thunderous yell released it all. "RYUUUUU!!!"
He fell to the ground weeping.
The police officer looked at Ken ,exasperated, and said, “Who the hell!? You know him?” and pointed down at the mangled corpse beneath him. “Goddamn, I was walking through here on a routine patrol when this fucker charges me like I was a matador at bullfight waving my bright red cape at 'im.”
Ken just sat there, regarding the officer with a look of utter contempt, tears were cascading down his cheeks.
“Yep, musta been on PCP or some shit, I mean I shot the fucker at least seven times before he finally started slowing down. Even then I had to reload my clip and keep pounding on 'im till he fell. Thing is, the only sure way to stop these crazy fucks is to render them completely immobile, and I reckon by smashing his brains out I accomplished that.”
Sagat, who had done nothing the entire time, stifled a laugh.