Within the Dark bowels of this large room the enigmatic lord of Shadowlaw awaits. He is currently like a sleeping volcano, he awaits the next tectonic shift or in his case report of mission status and then he would either erupt into a maddened frenzy of rage or remain died out anger-wise while wearing a satisfied smile.

He's Late, he's never this late...something is amiss, I must know, what could possibly apprehend my best underling, the all mighty Sagat for such a long time, hmm, those villagers couldn't have truly have issued a challenge to my elite lieutenant...somehow, I sense outside interference in my affairs." Bison thinks and inhales softly.

His black cape covering him like a shroud of shadows over the lands, metaphorically like it's wearer. Bison is like sword of Demacles that hovers eternally over the head of mankind, forever being a possible threat or prophetic omen of its defeat or demise.

Yet its final finishing blow is constantly delayed by the guardian, known by her former peers as the psychic flower, Rose, the enigmatic, the wise, the compassionate, his sister.

This time, he would not let this event occur, one of them would die and one would live, he would make sure of that, the time for games was over. Now was the time of the epic battle for victory, a time that was quickly approaching as the apex of Bison's own ancient destiny was soon to intertwine with that of the main stream of all mankind.

His white and cold eyes then narrow as he senses the aura belonging to the one known as Sagat. He snarls lightly as he opens the door for him telekinetically.

"You're late" Bison muses calmly, his voice emitting from behind his large black throne like chair. He is now facing the wall opposite to doorway and Sagat, not looking at him, rather scanning the world map, and small dots traveling on some key points while tapping his hand on the handle.

"I apologize master Bison" Sagat says hoarsely while wincing as he bows, his rip cage explodes with pain, as his nerve burn intensely with the sharp sensations. His wounds are painful to say at least, spread across his massive body, some even bleeding slightly still.

Long lines of dried blood are staining his skin and the lines between his rippling muscles, their form and position teach of where the main wound was located, his scar, most probably opened up anew. But now the wound is closed again, though the layer of new skin is still gentle and can be pierced and torn rather easily.

"Bah, nevermind, Have you acquired your objective?" Bison asks coldly, while moving both hands to cradle his chin, rubbing it slightly, looking at his monitors curiously as they speak, following some targets his cyborgs have been most kind enough to locate for him.

His white eyes scan over the info and he hmms to himself. "Interesting indeed, subjects Alpha and Gamma are at the same premises, also joined by Subject Omega, I must investigate further on this manner." Bison thinks, still tapping on the handle of his chair lightly.

"I...no, I didn't acquire the willed objective..." Sagat says, a bitter tone curling around his words like a serpent, choking the usual cold and dignified serenity which is a trademark of Sagat.

These now Replaced by a deep and burning anger added with quite an amount of contempt, both coating his words and oozing out of each syllable like the blood did from his wounds, in large quantities.

Bison raises a brow "So...what you're saying is, that you failed me? Again?" the psychic lord asks calmly, his tone monotonous and bone chilling, willing to confirm this info, his aura beginning to flare to life.

The room starts being filled with a thick and lingering taste of power, the very particles of the air being energized with the Dictator's vile power.

Sagat bites his lower lips and glares at the floor with his one eyes, nodding and then shutting his eye "Affirmative master Bison, I could not fulfill the mission..." Sagat says.

His voice humble and quiet, though unimaginable rage roars like thunder behind it the shell of his corporeal shell, the rage vibrating through his psyche like the deadly wrath of the planet when unleashed and burning through his soul as intensely as the rays of summer sun in the Sahara.

"Indulge me Sagat, what is the reason for this failure?" Bison asks calmly as he turns around. His eyes widen slightly as he notices the wounds Sagat wears. He soon calms down and his face becomes once more it's cold, calculating mask of commanding presence.

"The village resisted, but I took care of that quickly...then...Urien...he interfered..." Sagat says.

Bison's eyes start glowing softly in soft violet "Urien? Gills second in command and younger brother?" Bison asks, his muscle tone tensing slightly as his long fingers grip onto the handles of his throne tightly, his knuckles becoming slightly white.

Sagat nods slowly "We fought over the mine, I won, but he had backup I lacked, I won't give you excuses my lord, I failed, I shall take any punishment you give me" Sagat says, in a low, tired and bitter tone.

Bison's power rises rapidly, the air being charged up with the dreaded psycho power as his rage is reflected through his aura. His eyes explode into purple energy.

"Sagat! Though you prove incompetent once more! You...You are forgiven this time, but Urien is not, he shall soon pay for this interference. Have them ready my Jet Sagat, I shall deal with this pest, myself" Bison muses coldly.

Sagat looks up, shocked but understanding "Yes, yes milord, it shall be done." He says humbly and bows his head. "Holy crap, Bison looks like he's going to explode...I sense a disaster heading toward Urien, and it ain't Hurricane George" He thinks as he gets up and heads outside.

Bison is left in his chambers, contemplating the whole situation with a grim and calculating facade. He rises from his throne like chair and his black cape falls off his body, covering him like clouds do the sky at the time of the storm, metaphorically just as his psyche is now, on the verge of rage, currently patiently awaiting to unleash this wrath on his target.

He seems more sinister and vile than usual, his now glowing eyes narrowed, his facade showing some wrinkles as his eyebrows furrow and his face twists in rage.

"So you wish to interfere in my affairs Godling, so be it, you have made a grave mistake this day, one which you and your little organization will pay for with blood, your blood. It starts now and ends with your death, this I shall make sure of" he thinks and steps out of his room.

"Sergeant, ready a cyborg commando platoon for me, I have a village to destroy and I can't be bothered to waste all my time on it" he sends one of his underlings as he walks toward the hangar.

As he does a large Italian decent in a black commando uniform blinks all of a sudden and gulps nervously before nodding and rushing over to the PA system.

"Unit 5, I repeat unit 5, arm and prepare yourselves, unit 5, arm and come to the hangar, I repeat unit 5 to the hangar!" He shouts.

As he does multiple figures begin walking quickly around him, grabbing weapons and ammo clips, then moving in a single, unified platoon, so unified, so perfect in formation, they can't possibly be human, for their movements are too orderly, too perfectly aligned to belong to ones of the human species.

They form a triangle before Bison's craft and stand still, awaiting their master's commands. Bison walks up the craft after descending down a large elevator.

"Cyborg platoon 5, we will reach a village in the Zimbabwe Savanna, you shall there kill everyone but two people, a girl named Elena, and the one they call Urien, the rest, kill, shoot, beat, crush, it matters not, but do it, clear?" he asks.

They all nod in unison, a frightening unison. "Objective confirmed, attack protocols being prepared. A) Eradicate Grenada village B) Preserve targets Urien and Elena C) Seek and destroy villagers." They all say in identical mechanical voices.

Their eyes glowing in red light, illuminating their chrome colored faces as they step into the plane's interior and prepare for the instigation command of their objectives from their master.

He grins evilly "Excellent" he muses under his breath and teleport into the ship. There he prepares its course, and himself to teach the self proclaimed "Godling" a lesson.

** Hut within Grenada Village, Zimbabwe, Africa **

Pain, discomfort and agitation, those all currently describe the feelings of one Urien. He is lying down on a straw mat inside the chief's hut. His upper torso had been mutilated by Sagat's Tiger Genocide and is now left bandaged, and quite painful.

He sits up and holds his forehead; he had been knocked out for quite a several hours, feinting soon after Sagat had fled due to his wounds and exhaustion. He groans and brushes his now moist and messy hair from his eyes.

"Godd*mnit! That one eyed pirate wannabe sure does pack one h*ll of a punch" he mutters as he smoothes a hand over his abdomen and winces greatly as he does. His vision is blurry as he opens his eyes that up until now have been shut rather tightly.

"Oh sh*t, Gill's gonna have a fit if I don't call him...if he hasn't already" Urien mutters and curses, trying to get up but too weak to do so. He leans back and sighs.

"Are you feeling better Mr.?" a soft female voice asks him.

He turns toward the source and sees a young African youth, with bizarre white hair and soft blue eyes; she's holding a pitcher full of water and a glass.

"Who are...you?" Urien asks.

"My Name is Elena, I am the chief's daughter, I thank you for your help Sir, We are in your debt" she says, bowing slightly and closing her eyes in an honoring gesture.

Urien raises a brow "Sagat may have just given me the utensil or gaining this mine without violence. If I play my cards right...oh Gill will be more than pleased with this..." he thinks.

He smiles lightly "It was nothing, everyone hates Shadowlaw," He says warmly. He tries and succeeds in sitting up, though wincing and slightly dizzy at the pain.

She walks up and sits beside him "Sir, you shouldn't be moving, you are still very wounded..." she says, concerned. She pushes him down gently. He tries to fight it, but in his current state is too weak to do so.

"You saved my clan and my life, Now allow me to repay your by healing your wounds, just lie down and relax" she whispers with a smile.

Urien looks intrigued and his aqua eyes scan her young and graceful features. "What are you?" he asks before she pins him slightly with her arms. Her eyes glow softly as he Ki slowly exits her skin.

Wrapping around her arms and skin like small snakes, the tendrils leaving a bright bluish hue around her skin. Energy dances within her corneas and she places her hands over his wounded chest.

Urien is shocked, first of all this young lady’s maturity and humble acting, second by how soft and tender her eyes and features are and third by a soft and gentle surge of Chi which surrounds his wounds.

His body shivers slightly as the energy rushes through him. His pain slowly becomes dull and his senses become sharper, his breathing and heartbeat intensifying as she keeps on healing him.

Then she pulls back and smiles warmly while pours him a glass of water and placing it to his lips, making him drink. Urien blinks but does, when the glass is empty he smiles and coughs lightly "I...thank you for the healing" he says.

She bows her head, tilting it forward slightly and nods, having an understanding, surprisingly immense depth reflected by the soft blue glint in her eyes. A thin layer of perspiration soon covers her forehead, as the strain is obviously not easy.

"Rest some more now, your things and clothes are lying on the floor beside you, once you feel stronger, leave and you and my father may talk more. He has an offer for you" she says softly, yet while panting, her looks warm and almost a little shy as she heads off.

Urien looks slightly confused but her tone, but pays no heed to it. He touches his wound gently and surprised how much the skin tingles and almost burns. He slowly removes the cloth which is wrapped around his upper torso and is then surprised to find out his wound is completely gone, no scar or mark, as if it never existed in the first place.

"Odd...never, that was so strange, I've seen power, mostly the one which is Gill’s before, but that...was actually a power utilized for helping and not destruction. Fascinating…I felt almost connected to her soul and If I’m not mistaking the earth itself…hmm…" he thinks and forces himself to brush the thoughts aside and pick up his suitcase.

He rummages through it and takes out a cellular phone and a small folded satellite dish. He sets it up and plugs it into the bottom of the small plastic phone.

He then turns it on and punches in Gill's personal number, he leans back, a small smug and satisfied smile on his lips. When Gill answers he smirks "Greetings my brother, It is I, Urien" Urien says calmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know I’m reporting late, but I had a little rendezvous with Sagat, yes Sagat, Bison’s second in command, yes…he wounded me pretty bad, but those backup troops came in handy, as well as the healer of this village.” He muses and brushes his chest with his fingers, still slightly unbelieving of it being healed.

“Affirmative, he fled like the measly cur you said he’d be, as usual you were right older brother" Urien says, slightly bitterly, but untraceable while nodding.

"I think I'll convince these tribesmen and women to hand over the mine to our possession soon, perhaps in a few hours at most." he says, pounding on his chest and grinning lightly.

"Stay here? Why? For how long? Ok, I shall obey thy command Brother, I'll be waiting for the chopper here." he says, drinking some water soon after.

"Will do brother, will do, farewell for now" Urien says and disconnects before leaning back and sighing contently. This was a good day, a good day indeed.

** Outside Akuma’s cave, Uncharted Isle on the coasts of Japan **

Akuma, the Supreme master of the fist, the Lord of the Dark Hadou, the Raging Demon was looking at the ground, his fists placed on the ground as he inhales deeply.

Dark tendrils of purple energy surround his body as he meditates. The murky, moist and heavy air of the sea bound Isle seems to be electrified by his vile aura as his power envelops his muscular frame.

His training was nearing completion, now all he needed was some life practice, to unleash his new techniques. To prove he still has what is needed to grind the bones of his foes, to pound their flesh to pulp and to rip their souls out of their bodies and watch as the grovel and perish at his feet.

He then feels another presence and his eye snaps open. They gleam with the red flames of his twisted soul as he leaps to his feet and turns his gaze slightly back.

“Why do you seek me, old man?” Akuma asks coldly, his voice once more throbbing with his dark power, his old confidence and posture now whole. His sinister and frightening posture once more a menacing 6 feet of demonic muscles.

“Oh, young demon, I’ve been seeking you for quite a time, my name is Oro” he says. “And I am here to help you free yourself from the Darkness which plagues your soul and mind” he says.

“Pathetic wretch, I never asked to be liberated, My fist is my life, my life is my fist, either fight me or leave,” Akuma says monotonously as he stomps the ground and the earth trembles under his immense power.

“Such confidence, is this not what led you to defeat twice at the hands of the young Hoshi?” he ask calmly, walking out of the dense vegetation of the forest.

Akuma turns fully to Oro and snarls, his lone eye exploding into red light as his anger overcomes him. “You dare…insult MY honor?! Come and fight me old Senin, show me of your “legendary” power old maggot, so I can crush the myth around you” he says and chuckles darkly.

“I am not here to fight you Gouki, I have no reason to stain the ground with your blood, so calm yourself” Oro says calmly, not looking phased by Akuma’s rage or menacing form.

Akuma’s sharp teeth bare in a scowl as enters his stance “You don’t have a choice old fool…My Sensei Goutetsu once said that a true warrior enters the arena with all his power at the ready. Oro, are you ready, ready to die?” Akuma asks as his rippling muscle tone tenses.

Oro chuckles lightly, not seemingly taking Akuma seriously. “Really young demon, this is highly foolish of you, You are weakened by rage, overcome by bloodlust, how can you hope to conquer a true warrior?” Oro asks in an almost criticizing tone.

Akuma doesn’t answer as he cups his palms, his dark Chi flaring to life, exploding from his skin into huge tendrils; these swirl rapidly and form a bright violet orb or electrical energy.

He throws his hands forward and unleashes his Gou Hado projectile at Oro. The old Senin sidesteps and it rams into a nearby tree. The dark energy runs through the bark and it withers slightly before erupting into purple fire.

“Enough talk Old fool, stand ready and FIGHT!” Akuma says and enters his offensive stance.

Oro sighs lightly “I was hoping there was hope for you Gouki, I guess I was wrong, well I guess I’ll be forced to vanquish you myself” Oro says with a shrug, moving his single arm forward and bending his knees slightly.

** Bar, Mexico City’s outskirts, Mexico, North America **

Balrog is sitting at his secluded table, sipping from his beer, waiting for his target to arrive. ”Godd*mned idiotic Indian, where the f*ck are you? Balrog thinks and rubs the knuckles of his right fist lightly.

His dark eyes dart toward the entrance as he hears the door open. “Ah, just in time” he muses under his breath. “Time to kick some red skinned a**” he thinks and flexes his massive arms while grinning.

T.Hawk sits down and takes off his coat, ordering tequila in a small glass and leaning back into his chair. “It’s Julia’s birthday tomorrow, I wonder if she’ll like the bead necklace and garment I made her, I put so much effort for her” he thinks and smiles lightly, happy at how much things have changed ever since Bison’s mind control was removed.

He then feels someone tap on his shoulder and turns his head toward the source. When he does a fist rams into his face. The knuckled ram into his nose forcefully, the assailant also adding his weight and momentum into the blow, sending T.Hawk thrown off his chair.

“Yo Punk, remember me?” Balrog asks while cracking his knuckles, sneering, his missing teeth and slightly crossed eyes giving him a slightly goofy look, but with that, his eyes are sinister and angry.

T.Hawk scowls and rubs his nose, which is bleeding lightly “Balrog…come for another round of pain eh, pea brain?” T.Hawk asks and stands up, licking his lower lip.

“Lets rumble Chief “I’m gonna cry when I die”” Balrog says and pounds his fists together lightly while hopping slightly on the balls of his feet.

Meanwhile as T.Hawk and Balrog prepare to battle, Vega is sneaking down the streets. He glides between the shadowy atmosphere. It seems as if a ripple carves through the night air as his silhouette makes its way through the side streets.

Vega looks at his wrist and grimaces slightly. As a punishment for failing to capture Ryu and dispose of Chunli, Vega was punished by having his skin blemished and his wrist tampered with.

Now a metallic plate was covering his knuckles, a cybernetic implant. He could now extract and retract his infamous claws at will. ”Stupido Bison basterdo” He mutters bitterly as he extracts the three metallic blades.

They gleam in the moonlight, each 2 feet long and extremely sharp and sturdy. It would take some power to unarm him from these babies. He inhales deeply ”The mission Vega, concentrate on the mission…” he reminds himself and approaches a window.

His blue eyes peer inside a small house. He sees a lithe young woman sitting in a nightgown, watching TV while lying inside a bed. Her clothing is rather revealing and leaves little to imagination.

“My my, such a pretty Ex-Doll, too bad I can’t have a little taste of your beauty and teach of the essence of true manhood. I wouldn’t dare defy Bison nowadays, he’s been extremely upset with the Brotherhood, it might be a deadly mistake…” he thinks and sighs lightly.

He hugs the wall with his back and sneaks toward the entrance. He looks around and keeps his ears peeled as he approaches the door. He brushes the claws against the lock and slowly picks it.

”Get ready Juli, I’m coming for you” He thinks and grins lightly.