By EliadS

A man is sitting in a metal chair. He is cupping his chin and his eyes are averted towards the ground. The room is shadowy and silent as the man is seemingly pondering. He is clad in a sharp looking military outfit. And his body is covered in a black cape.

He was known to many as a dictator, drug lord, murderer and psychopath. But if any of his foes or comrades were to see the infamous M.Bison now, they would find a broken shell of a man whose world is collapsing around him.

He sighs and looks up, his totally white eyes glowing softly with the deadly psycho-power. He leans back into his chair and taps on the handle. His face is a cold mask hiding a raging storm of emotions within. His heart and soul now black and dead, being torn apart and filled with pain and suffering on a daily basis, all by his actions. On one side he had to succeed in the goal. World preservation and salvation as he saw it. But on the other hand his ways of reaching it often haunted him…slowly his mind grasped that human life was expendable in the eyes of the cause.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen…" Bison mutters in a silent and cold voice. "Look at this place…look at me…What have I become? A monster…a vessel for a "higher" power. Was all this anguish and suffering really worth it all?" He mutters, speaking to himself, as he's the only person who could understand his own pain.

" Having second thoughts are we? It's too late now…there is no alternative…the day you unsealed us…is the day you doomed yourself…and her…" Bison hears a voice in his head and closes his eyes.

He recognizes it and grimaces. It is the voice of the psycho power. A force, no entity which seems to not only bind the vessel to its whim…but also keen of ruin it's life and mind systematically, those were Bison's insights as he relived the last couple of years.

"Rose…Why? Why did I do this? Can I truly bring myself to bring this horror upon you too?" Bison speaks to himself and inhales deeply. "You don't have a choice…you want to achieve your dream…don't you?" The voice echoes in his tortured mind. He exhales tiredly and opens his eyes.

He gets up and flexes his well-built frame. He then walks up to the door, presses a side panel and the metallic double doors slide open. He walks straight his look fixed forward his glowing eyes narrowed and calculating.

He begins walking down the corridors of his underground base, his footsteps emitting clangs as his thick army boots hit the cold metal floor. Soon he reaches another set of double doors and walks in. He sees a 5'5 old man standing his hands behind his back.

"How is he?" He asks the doctor in a cold tone with only slight warmth hidden behind it. He walks up to stand beside the doctor, His cape flapping behind him as he walks. He looks towards what the doctor is and sees a large view screen.

It shows a moving screen, in it a slender woman dressed in a red dress. It's buttoned loosely around her waist and under it a tight black body suit clings to her body. Sticking to her body like a second skin and not leaving a lot of place for of the imagination. To finish her alluring ensemble is a long yellow shawl, which is wrapped around her arm and neck.

For a split second it seems that Bison's cold eyes flicker warmly and a small smile reaches his lips as he looks at her handsome features for a few quick seconds before his mask resumes itself. "She's still so beautiful…I still remember those times…why oh why did I ruin it all…" He thinks and exhales.

"He has not left his chambers since you spoke to him 3 days ago…It seems he is overcome by sadness and pain as you expected milord." The doctor says in a monotone voice.

Bison nods silently "A shame he must suffer…But I am not worried…he will not disappoint me…when the time comes he will prepare the world for my heir's entrance…" Bison says coldly while walking away to prepare himself.

"Wait milord! Isn't he your heir?" The doctor asks confused.

"That is none of your concern doctor, My plans are already drawn out, when the time comes you'll understand everything. Now have Juni and Juli meet me at my chambers, I have new orders for the dolls." He says.

"But sir…What about?" The doctor begins.

Bison turns around his body bursting in purplish blue flames with the rage of the psycho-power. "My words were quite clear, weren't they doctor? Do not dare defy my orders again! Now silence your tongue! Or you shall pay dearly…Is that clearer now, doctor?" He says in a deadly cold tone, the tone full of malice and menace, much power throbbing and echoing behind each of his words.

The doctor gulps and nods nervously "Ye…Yes Milord…I'm sorry, I understand" The doctor stammers and shuts up. Bison snarls impatiently in response to his actions and walks away towards his chambers.

Rose is walking down the street. She was walking silently her gaze fixed forward as she treks down the dark streets. She ignores the stinging cold and winds that blows strongly ruffling her purple hair wildly.

Her high heel shoes tap loudly, filling the silence of the night atmosphere. Her shawl is curled around her arm and glows in soft green illuminating the streets enough for her to walk safely.

She seems to be the only one in the streets at this time of night and inhales deeply. She hears footsteps and raises her brow. Her purple eyes filling in confusion. "I wonder who treads the streets at this time of hour? And how come I can't sense anyone nearby" The psychic woman wonders and stops.

She looks around carefully, her deep purple eyes narrowing as she attempts to locate the person out of almost childish curiosity. She fails too and frowns slightly and notices the footsteps have ceased.

"That's odd…They footsteps are gone…hmm…Ooh…It's his cyborgs for sure…that's why I couldn't sense him" Rose thinks as realization hits her. She narrows her eyes and she purses her lips.

"Bison…how things have changed…why did you have to leave like that? And why have you chosen this path…the path which will lead to you ultimate destruction." The woman ponders and sighs audibly. Her eyes shine with sorrow and loneliness.

Her head bows lowly and her eyes become moist. She holds back a tear and sniffs. Her Shawl stops glowing as she feels a heart wrenching sadness that burns like a wildfire through her. She swallows and bows her head, her eyes now gazing at the pavement of the street.

She inhales deeply, her body shaking as memories she's been holding back for a long time consume her momentarily. She shakes her head and blinks back tears. She then averts her gaze to the left and sees a pair of red eyes.

"Infra vision…It's a cyborg…I knew it…" She thinks and sucks in her pain. "It doesn't matter anymore…The past…is over…I have a mission…And I'll fulfill it…the pain is too much to live with. I'll either succeed and live or fail and release myself." She thinks and then she channels her Soul power.

She feels the energy run through her and her eyes glow in soft green as energy surrounds her shawl. The street illuminates with bright green light, which spreads in all directions rapidly.

"Bison! If you want to gaze upon me…meet me at the mountaintop in person, unless you fear our fate! Don't disappoint me…" Rose says before swinging her shawl. Her Soul power collects into a sphere of bright energy.

The cyborg tries to back away but the energy projectile is released and it soars towards it. "Soul spark!" Rose whispers to herself as it aims itself at the cyborg's torso area. It connects and green crackling lightning surrounds the collision area.

The cyborg's eyes flicker before it speaks in a metallic voice "System overload! Meltdown imminent!" pierces the night air before a loud explosion follows. Orange flames burst in a large mushroom and burn the walls of the nearby area.

Rose feels a warm gust of air blow towards her and ignores the audible boom. She turns around and walks away. People begin waking up in distress; Rose ignores the people looking outside from their windows.

She walks towards the mountainroad, her eyes now cold and calculating as she navigated onwards. Seeking her target. Deep within her purple eyes reflects a tired soul, which has been through much and seeks release, release from an eternity of torment that is in store for it..

It's a look one would be surprised to see in the eyes of such a slender and young looking lady, But then again Rose wasn't as old as she looks. Her wisdom coming from a long and eventful life which would distress a normal man in its intensity and content which contains joy and love, happiness and trust but also much pain, deception, lies and sorrow.