The table is covered with plastic disks colored in four different colors: blue, white, red and green. Also scattered between the chips are, cigarette packs, beer cans, and various brands of salty snacks, the typical gear for a poker game.

The three men are all smoking cigarettes, two are playing poker and talking about a girl they're looking at in a playboy magazine, while the third is looking at the security screen.

Look at this girl, talk about them headlights, eh?" one of them says and takes a sip of beer, from a can of some cheap brand and putting some chips on the center of the table. And pointing at a picture in a magazine he's holding.

The other one nods "Yeah…honk honk indeed" he says and motions with his hands, while chuckling drunkenly. While throwing some chips on the table and taking a card. Then he looks at his cards and shakes his head.

"Will you two idiots knock it off, unlike you, some people have to work" The third says, his voice oozing with exasperation and tiredness.

"Ah pipe down, will take next shift. You're such a whining lil' moma's boy" One of them says and chuckles.

"I resent that, I just don't need to waste my time on boos and pictures, and actually do work, And that's cause I got the real thing at home, unlike you two losers" he says and smirks to himself while scanning the screen carefully.

"Yeah, you got that chick back home, and so does the rest of your neighborhood, talk about public property" he says and winks to his friend while laughing out loud.

The guy at the monitor turns around from his screen, his face twisted in anger, signaling that he's is officially pissed "Shut your mouth you Piece of sh*t, or I will!" he says menacingly while narrowing his eyes.

"Sheesh I was joking, ya so sensitive bout that lil' b*tch of a wife ya got" the guy says in exasperation before he drinks some more beer and sits back in his chair.

The guard near the screen pulls out a gun strapped to his thigh and aims it at the man's head "take that back ya piece of sh*t!" he says, referring to the name his counterpart called his wife.

The man looks calm "You ain't gonna use that, so cut this cowboy honor crap, will ya?" the other says calmly. While eyeing the gun in amusement, chuckling lightly to himself as he smirks at him.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, will ya? You don't wanna ruin the carpet moreover waste a bullet on this stupid a**, do ya?" the other says and grabs his arm. The gun holding guard growls something under his breath and puts it back in it's holster, his face reflecting disappointment as his counterpart's words are true.

"Anyway…have you two losers heard the latest news?" The guy previously threatened by a gun asks causally while moving to deal another round of poker to his counterpart and himself.

"Oh ya mean about Sagat? Yeah, I don't envy that loser. It ain't wise getting on Bison's bad side like that, talk about the wrong thing at the wrong time," the other poker player says and puffs some smoke from his cigarette.

"Say what? What's this about Sagat?" The monitoring one asks curiously, truly not knowing of the incident and turning from his monitor, his curiosity now flared up at the gossip.

"What? You haven't heard? It's been running around through the whole base all day." He says and eyes him. The monitoring guard doesn't answer, only looks curious.

"Guess not, well you are a loner lil' pansy boy after all so it figures." He says and chuckles, taking a whiff of smoke and coughing lightly. The latter hmphs to himself but silences his wisecrack remarks, wanting to know more about it.

"Well it's like this ya see, the overgrown loser was given a mission to take some mine in Zimbabwe or something, from this tribe" He says casually.

"But he was like, all rude and impatient toward Bison, Ya catch that, rude to Bison! And that's not all it was right in the master's own chambers. So as you imagine, the boss being a hothead as he is blew his lid off quite quickly and kicked the whelp around a lil" The other says and eyes his cards.

"So where's Sagat now? Zimbabwe?" The monitoring one asks, still curious for some reason. And also feeling sorry for Sagat, knowing all too well of Bison's infamous wrath.

" Well from what I hear, he's packing for his trip since he's due to leave tomorrow" The first adds and shrugs.

The third looks back at the screen "Interesting…" he mutters and rubs his chin. He then seems to get lost in thought as his two counterparts resume their poker game.

This new found knowledge was a golden opportunity, but he'd have to play his cards carefully, to stay on the safe side. He would find a way to exploit this information for a good cause, his cause.

Ryu is lying in a hospital bed, his muscular frame now covered by a medical garment, the thin material clinging to his body like a second skin; he's connected to a few monitors by a few wires attached to his abdomen under the blue thin cloth.

The room is dark, no true illumination apparent in it, besides some soft moonlight, the white rays invading the room from a small window in the western wall of the room. His breathing is repetitive, his facade calm as he sleeps deeply.

But he does not populate the room alone, a slender female figure sits beside his bed, her frame leaning on the wall, her warm brown eyes scanning his sleeping form. The soft brown orbs reflect great relief.

However this phenomena is new, due to the fact that up until an hour ago, those same eyes were fixed in an ever frightened and worried look, as Ryu's life seemed to swing on the thin line between life and death.

The doctors tried to make her go home and rest, reasoning that Ryu was stable, and that she couldn't do anything for him now, but she's always been a stubborn one. She insisted, argued and ultimately remained by his side like guardian angel at all possible times.

She moves her hand to stroke some bangs of his hair laying on his forehead, the soft brown strands brushing aside at her gentle gesture.

She sighs and smiles Thank god you're ok Ryu, I was so worried…" She thinks and leans her head back on the wall.

"D*mn that Vega! And curse Bison for this! Why can't they just leave us alone? How can I even consider settling down while that b*st*rd is still alive?" She thinks and her lower jaw tenses.

"He's ruined my whole life already! I can't let him ruin this too! I'll make him pay, pay for destroying so much, you, Cammy Guile so many others and me. One day Bison, you'll pay for this all!" she vows and slams the back of her head gently against the wall.

"Just when he seems to be passing by, maybe even to visit…d*mn!" She thinks and looks at him, finding herself captivated by his features. She wills herself to break the gaze, but a small voice in her head reasons against it, as she feels funny all of a sudden.

Ryu is standing in his white Gi, the area all around him is a black void. The atmosphere is serene and quiet, too quiet; the silence being the same silence you usually experience for a few seconds before danger appears.

Ryu looks around cautiously, eyeing his surroundings before hearing a loud and booming laughter behind him. He spins around and sees a man a few feet ahead of him. He narrows his eyes and turns toward the figure before entering his stance.

The man is wearing a red military uniform, a black cape cascading down his back; it's edges flapping gently. This figure is currently levitating a few inches above what is apparently the ground, its eyes glowing in soft purple and a bluish hue emitting from it's white skin.

"Bison!" Ryu says and cups his hands, he awaits the familair feeling of his Chi come to him, but is shocked to sense nothing, he looks down at his hands and is shocked.

"Ryu! Do you truly think you canharm me here? You're helpless against my psycho power." He says and teleports, reappearing behind Ryu.

Ryu doesn't answer with words, instead he leaps up while spinning, extending his foot and sending a kick to the dictator's face, one which normally would've sent even the strongest of men reeling, but Bison absorbs it and laughs.

"You're pathetic boy, In the plane of the mind, I will prevail!" he states and suddenly Ryu feels immense pain explode in his temples. He holds the sides of his heads and falls to his knees.

"What do you want with me?" Ryu asks, while fighting to overcome the destructive waves of pure agony, which wreak havoc in his mind. The vortex begins swirling, as if it were smoke and vapor, the black void now lighting up in purple.

"I want you Ryu! Submit to me! I can give you power, beyond your dreams!" Bison says and tendrils of energy dance around Ryu, curling around him like slithering snakes, sending painful surges of electricity through his frame, sending his nerve system into a convulsion of pain.

His body is shaken by a spasm of pain and he falls onto his side, the pain successfully knocking him off his knees, as he is too weak to support himself. "Never…I'm not like you Bison…" Ryu mutters and focuses, understanding that it is his mind, and knowing he is the true sovereign here, he just needs to learn how.

"No you're not like me Ryu, not yet at least, but you're on the right path, You cannot deny the feeling of power, it haunts you, calls you, doesn't it?" He asks, phasing around him.

Suddenly dozens of voices call his name, various familiar voices, voices of all his acquaintances and friends. He hears Ken's arrogant and vain taunting, Guile's nicknames, and Fei-Long's jealous and cold remarks. He also hears Akuma's words, sees him kill his sensei again and again, those few moments and words etched so deeply in his mind, "You're weak, just like him! Him! Him! Him!" the voice booms and drives him nuts.

Ryu grits his teeth hard, feeling his suppressed frustration, his eternal loneliness stinging hard within him, the endless wrong assumptions of his behavior, the lack of reasoning or attempts of seeing things his way. But most hard is the void left by Gouken's murder, the void that fuels him to avenge his lost father figure till this very day

For a second he wills himself to let go, release himself from the boundaries of mercy and compassion, to let go of his ideals and discipline and just free it all, let his feeling run freely.

"The anger burns within you Ryu, don't you want peace? Release from this all? Let me help you Boy, I'll help shut it out…" Bison says, his voice warm and persuasive.

Ryu rises to his knees, he pictures Chunli's reaction should he turn, he sees her pain, her sadness, and he now knows for sure why he mustn't submit, he knows too much is at stake. He also sees all his other friends and knows they all care for him in the end. He concentrates on them and grits his teeth.

"No…you'll…I'll…hurt them…hurt her…" he mutters to himself and rises to his feet, despite the throbbing pain which is invoked upon him. He shuts his eyes tight and begins pushing down the pain, beginning to resist the mental pain.

"Fool! You resilience is misplaced…You cannot protect them forever! You can't protect her; nobody is safe from me for long Ryu! You can trust me on that" Bison says and laughs audibly. Ryu suddenly blinks a few times and snarls. "You…you aren't Bison…" he mutters and suddenly grasps the true situation, finally grasping the true aura of the figure before him as his mind clears and the pain subsides.

Bison's form shifts and morphs, turning from the dictator into a more familiar form, One Ryu knows more than all of the others combined, since this form is his replica, an almost prefect copy of him.

"It was worth a shot, wasn't it?" The figure asks and shrugs, eyeing Ryu coldly, its frame unmoving, calm and collected.

But differences are well apparent, this Ryu has red eyes, eyes full of unholy fire, Also his teeth are sharp and his skin is darker. And finally this Ryu is wearing a black Gi, one so similar to that of the demon, that of Gouki.

"True, I'm not Bison, I am you Ryu. Anyway...we need to talk "Soul" brother," The figure says, this figure being a mental projection of Ryu's dark side, his "Evil" Intent, the beast within so to say. His voice is cold and full of malice, throbbing with power, power deeply tainted with evil.

Both figures stand in a loose stance, eyeing eachother neutrally, the tension thick in the air, almost making it feel as if the air liquefies. A short, tense silence is left before Ryu opens his mouth to speak.

"You're tricks and illusions won't help you, I won't submit and you know it! You and I aren't the same…I am not evil, I am not like you, or them for the matter" Ryu says, his voice serious and his facade matching this, yet his tone is not angry neither does give away any kind of emotion whatsoever.

"You're in denial Ryu, we are one of the same! Light cannot exist without darkness, evil without good, love without hate, all things in life, all emotions have two sides, and you're a fool to be blind to this fact." E.Ryu says and shakes his head lightly from side to side.

"Don't patronize me with your lies, I know of your evil, I have nothing further to converse with you about, if you're done with your riddles and lies leave me be Satsu no Hado. I shall not submit to your power, not now, not ever!" Ryu says seriously, his eyes gleaming with determination, his tone slightly angry.

His evil side chuckles darkly, a deep and sinister laughter, yet one devoid of true emotion, this laughter meant for mocking and arrogant means alone. He shakes his head in pity of his counterpart and rubs his forehead lightly with two fingers.

"My evil is your evil Ryu, you may not realize this now, but one day, one day you'll understand because you cannot defy me forever. You only make me stronger, each time you push me down. With each passing day your suppressed rage grows doesn't it? As you push it aside and do not face it, your frustration intensifies and your hatred doubles, no? Can't you see? It's only a matter of time, a matter of time before your body shall be mine," He says.

"Not, it's not a matter of time, now GO! This conversation is over, I shall not submit...period!" Ryu says, concentrating hard, using the technique he was taught years ago, a mental blocking technique, one bestowed upon him by the wise and enigmatic woman known as Rose. This technique the only thing holding his dark side back for all these years, through all his hardships and loneliness.

"Believe as you will Soul brother, a time will come and you will change your mind, maybe if your little Chunli is hurt...Well you should probably warn her, no? Wouldn't want her killed, now would we?" Ryu's dark side muses to him mentally before it's vile presence melts away into the dark and hidden parts of his sub-conscience

Suddenly Ryu groans, and coughs. "Li…must…tell" he mutters under his breath in Japanese and moves from side to side, remembering his goal, he has to tell her, he has to warn her before it's too late.

His features turn from calm and serene to troubled and frightened, his eyelids fluttering rapidly. As he begins stirring.

Chunli moves to try and soothe him, seeing his distress. "Shhh…calm down Ryu, It's ok, just rest please" she whispers and tries to stop him from moving gently, her hands pinning him down slightly. He fights against her hold and suddenly his eyes snap open and he blinks a few times.

"Chun…you're ok" he mutters as he looks up her, his vision is blurry but he can sense it's her and he smiles. "She's ok, thank god, I thought I wouldn't have time to warn her" He thinks.

"Hey…how're you?" she asks softly. Looking into his big brown eyes, and smiling warmly. Feeling a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart at his concerns for her, which he had just recently given away in his unconscious state.

"I'll be ok, just a little sore, " he says, in a slightly weak and hoarse voice.

"Good, I'm glad you're ok, I was so worried, I thought Vega had…had killed you" she says, her voice wavering slightly. She holds backtears that threaten to flood her eyes, not wanting to give in too much of her feelings, still not confident enough to share herself with him.

"I'm sorry I worried you Chun, I…I came to see you and he intercepted me before I could reach you" Ryu says.

"It's ok Ryu, I understand…but why now? Why not earlier?" she asks, not being able to hold her curiosity anymore, dying for an answer to the question that's been bugging her for so many months now.

He goes silent for a while "I…I…I've been seeking Akuma, but I…I have to…" he begins. He looks at her facade and sees how it shifts from beaming joy to disappointment and sadness.

"I see…so you once again, pushed me aside for the sake of the fight?" she more states than asks. Her voice wavers and suppressed pain and sadness are well heard, coating each one of her words. Her eyes seeming to dim as they are filled with the moisture of soon to be tears.

"D*mnit Ryu! I thought you cared! But now I know for sure that you don't! How could I have deluded myself? All you care about is training and the fight! I…I can't keep this up, this has gotta stop. Even if I love you…I can't take this pain anymore…" She thinks and blinks back some tears, reaching a hard and tough decision.

"No it's not like that," Ryu says, feeling her disdain and seeing the pain in her eyes. Moving to sit up, though the action pains him.

"No, Please listen Chunli, I know I've been a fool, please give me another chance…" He prays mentally, his heart bleeding at her pain, and even more at the fact he's the cause of it.

"Then how is it Ryu? This isn't the first time! I'm tired of your excuses! You've gone too far this time! You broke your promise to me. How could you? Don't I mean anything to you?" she asks angrily, angry tears flowing down the sides of her eyes.

"I…I ca…" He begins before she cuts into his words.

"I don't want to hear it Ryu! I'm tired of this, I thought you actually cared about me, but I was nothing but a fool…I was a fool to actually care about you! I can't take this anymore…So…what I'm trying to say…" She begins, her voice wavering.

"Should I do this? I mean…maybe he does…No! I can't keep on letting him treat me like this…he doesn't seem to care or respect me…I want him, but I'm tired of trying, tired of this pain..." She thinks and is now determined, though tears brim her eyes, and doubts still bug her greatly.

"Chunli, listen to me…I can…" he says pleadingly before she breaks eye contact, turning her gaze away, the mere sight of his warm eyes paining her, as she still loves him greatly. But she also knows she can't have him, not while he's so inconsiderate and cold, or at least so it seems by his actions and attitude so far.

"No! Not this time Ryu…now YOU listen for once! I'm trying to say…that I…that…that from now on do me a favor…and leave me alone! I don't want to see or talk to you anymore, It's…It's over! "I can't…It…this…hurts too much She says and adds the last part mentally to herself and gets up, unable to stay in the same room with him anymore, and not wanting to back down by anything he might say.

"Chunli! Wait..." He shouts after her as she barges out of the room and slams the door shut, fleeing from him, fearing to stay, fearing to be broken by what she thinks is a one sided love.

"…I do care…I do care…" he whispers, his voice sad, as he understands how foolish he's been and just how much he's hurt her.

"You know what's funny Soul Brother…you try to protect her so much, with all your heart and soul, but end up hurting her worst than Bison could ever hope to…you should be proud" His dark side speaks in his mind.

Ryu remains silent and closes his eyes tight, he leans back and for one of the first times in years, he feels the salty and warm feeling of genuine tears, as the liquid pours gently down his cheeks, leaking down the sides of his shut eyes.

"What have I done? What have I done?" he mutters to himself and feels his own heart break, as he reckons he's lost all chances to be with her now.

"If that's what you want Chun, I'll leave…but not before I warn you, you have to know of Bison, then I'll go, I won't hurt you anymore. I can't stand to…because…I…I love you…Chunli, I understood this months ago…But that doesn't matter now, we'll never be together, not after this" he thinks.

He then ponders of his true feelings for as he thinks of how much she means to him. She is one of his best friend, a practical loved one, someone to turn to in time of need, a tender and gentle spirit who's always ready to help, a truly unique and special woman, more unique than anyone else he's ever met.

One that he knows no other woman can surpass, and he feels his heart bleed even more, as he understands that now he'll never have her, he had missed his opportunity all too many times. But he also knows he had reasons, he knows he cannot endanger her and this hurts him more, fuels him with hate, a deep and burning hatred for his foes. Had Bison and Akuma not sought him constantly, maybe, just maybe things would have been different.

But he knows better than to dwell on impossible "what ifs?" since his sensei Gouken, the man he could only consider as his father was murdered all those years ago. The aftermath had taught him that, to keep realistic and react accordingly, whatever the consequences might be.

Therefore he gulps and looks up at the ceiling, his eyes dark and cold, his soul seeming to lose its flicker. One of the last things he could honestly say gave him joy now escaping him. Escaping him like so many other things before that: His Sensei, his youth, his innocence all these lost as maturity was dropped on him like a heavy backpack on a weary traveler's back the when Akuma murdered Gouken.

And now his pursuit for that same Demon had cost him the future, but he knows, that he'd do it again if he could, since he knows it's his responsibility to protect Chunli, his friends and any other people from warriors like Bison and Akuma. It his duty as the warrior he is, his power coming with responsibility, one he knows he cannot avoid, no matter how much he wills it.

D*mn! How could I have been so blind? Why did I wait so long? I should've told her months ago…Now…now it's too late…I could have saved her from all this pain, I'm such a fool…" He thinks and curses himself mentally, time after time.

Meanwhile Chunli is running down the hospital corridors while sobbing to herself. Tears flowing down her graceful cheeks, and making her vision blurry, she doesn't care where's she'll go right now, as long as it's far away, and fast. Fast enough to stop her from changing her mind, since she wants too, oh so much.

She bumps and pushes various people aside, some that shoot her angry looks, other queer and curious looks. She ignores it all, sensing nothing but her pain, nothing but her broken heart and endless woe and sorrow.

She then reaches the elevator, she enters and when the door closes she leans on the wall and cries against it. Her breathing short and ragged pants, as her chest spasms with the irate breath rate of the crying.

She cries hard, sobbing for her broken heart and torn soul, tears now flooding her eyes freely. She knows what she's done and despite her anger and complete comprehension that she has no reason to regret her actions she can't seem to push aside the feeling, the feeling that maybe her decision is wrong after all. That maybe she has just committed one of the biggest mistakes of her life.

The afternoon sun blazes extremely hot, and its golden rays invoke extreme heat and discomfort. Yet the owner of this manor isn't worried about the sun, he's currently sitting within a private pool, surrounded by a group of very beautiful women.

He is around 6'11; his frame is extremely well built and in turn attracts much attention from many ladies in his area. His skin is light brown and currently tanned very nicely. He sits within the pool while wearing a pair of sunglasses.

He is hugging two of the ladies by the waist and leaning back, smiling to himself. "Life is good, isn't it ladies?" He asks. The ladies swoon and touch him "Sure is Stud muffin" Onesays and massages his broad shoulders.

He moves one hand and passes it in his white hair before rehugging the woman's waist. This mane of white hair being quite odd for someone who seems to be in his late twenties as this man.

One of them kisses his cheek and another massages his abdomen. He sighs contently, closing his shaded eyes and resting. The resting is cut short as soon he hears footsteps approaching from the entrance to the pool area.

He opens his eyes and takes off his sunglasses in order to see the approaching figure better. This action revealing a pair of abnormal eyes, abnormal as their color being a very strange shade of aqua. A mix of blue with a high amount of green is that shade, Also to add to the queerness is the fact that they also glow softly. This being a sign of great inner power, power that this man apparently possesses and wields.

He sighs in exasperation and rolls his eyes. "Hi Gill…" The man says in a cold and resentful tone. While moving one hand to wave at the figure, the ladies smile and wave at the man as well, "Hi Gill" they also say, their tender and soft voices heard in unified greeting.

The man is wearing a light coffee colored Armani suit; a pair of sunglasses conceals his eyes as well. The figure approaches while waving his hand in dismissive gesture, he then reaches the edge of the pool and crosses his arms.

"Urien…aren't you forgetting something?" the man asks, his voice cold and oozing with impatience.

Urien raises a brow and shakes his head, not understanding what his older brother wants. Perplexed by his brother apparent anger, by the familiar facade Urien knows entirely too well, the cold facade which masks the burst, the burst of rage that always follows Gill's displeasure.

Gill takes off his sunglasses and pushes them into a pocket in his coat. "WE HAVE A MEETING IN 20 MINUTES YOU STUPID MORON!" Gill then bellows his eyes burning with yellow energy.

The ladies look horrified and cling to Urien fearfully. Urien remains calm "Ahh C'mon Bro, you’re a big boy, you don't need me to hold your hand, do you? Can't you see I'm busy" Urien says and nudges his head towards the ladies around him.

Gill chuckles darkly, "Move…now" Gill mutters and arranges his hair with his hands. "Stupid pup, if you weren't my little brother…I'd get rid of you years ago, but for now…you're useful so I guess I'll let you live…" Gill thinks and calms down.

"And what if I say no?" Urien says, starting to get sick of his brother's arrogance and bossy behavior. "Just cause you were born before me, doesn't make you stronger…I don't have to take this sh*t…" Urien thinks and looks serious now, his eyes also glowing as his anger collects within.

Gill looks amused and laughs out loud, a dark and sinister laughter that runs shivers through the spines of all its listeners. "Do not test my patience further little brother, for my anger slowly grows and with it…" Gill threatens and clenches one hand to a fist.

Then he aims it at the waters and a huge sphere of Ice energy hits the clear waters. "My Malice!" Gill shouts as he manipulates the temperature of the waters, making them cool down rapidly, until they almost reach the zero level.

The ladies shriek at the sudden drop of the water's temperature and leap out of the water quickly, now standing shivering, hugging eachother for warmth, as each is clad in a skimpy thong bikini.

Urien also shivers and hefts himself out of the water; his eyes narrowed angrily as he stands before them, his muscular frame also only clad in a white thong.

"Leave us women, or I shall repeat my actions" Gill says and points his other fist at them, it in turn bursts into flames. They scream and flee in fear at the show of his power, leaving Urien behind and dashing towards the exit, stumbling slightly before successfully escaping.

Urien grits his teeth at this and walks up to Gill. He stops a foot from his brother, and both siblings enter a face-off of glares, both their facades cold and devoid of emotion. "That was unaccounted for Gill," Urien mutters angrily.

"I'll be the judge of that Little brother. Do not forget your place, or your superior. Just because you've aged some doesn't mean you possess even a flicker of potential that nears mine. I can still kill you at anytime, Brother." Gill says before slapping his brother's face lightly, much to Urien's disdain as his features darken, anger enveloping his Psyche at the arrogant gesture.

Urien slaps his hands aside and growls under his breath menacingly, his face now the reflection of pure anger and rage. He's always been envious of his older brother, Gill the strong, Gill the successful, The first born favored son.

What angers him the most is that Gill would be nothing without Urien's help, Urien had help him manage the brotherhood, Urien had done all his dirty work, and what does he get for his efforts? Nothing, absolutely nothing but arrogance and ungratefulness, things he's far from deserving.

"Your very lucky Gill, lucky that you're the older one, otherwise I would have had the greater powers, and then things would've been different, much different. I'd be the one pushing you around, and my how I'd enjoy it," Urien thinks but quickly dismisses the thought, knowing it's impossible to change the past.

"Awww…Cheer up Urien, I haven't done this for nothing, Go and prepare yourself, Then come and I'll explain why I insist you come as well…" Gill says and turn his back on Urien while chuckling lightly.

"You're anger is amusing, and so are your "secret" attempts to overthrow me, if I hadn't promised mom I'd take care of you, You'd have died years ago, you lowly whelp" Gill thinks as he reaches the exit and enters his limousine

Meanwhile Urien glares daggers into his brother's back, and it takes all of his willpower to choke down the will to pounce on his brother, despite his prowess and power, he knows Gill is stronger.

"Time Gill, I have time…You however don't…a day will come brother, when someone will break you, and when he or she does, I'll be waiting to shatter the pieces permanently. Just you wait…Big Brother, one day I shall be the ruler and you the disciple, or the corpse, whichever fits my mood better" Urien vows and swallows down his pride for now, as he leaves to get dressed.