Fanfic: Darkstalkers vs Street Fighter: Dark Encounters

Scene 1: The Party

     This night sees a gathering of men that would have any officer drooling for a promotion if he could pin even half the things these men have done on even half of them. This night club in Metro-City is already very exclusive, and this night the guest list is extremely private. These men in their business suits, the floozies hanging on their arms, some of those even being their wives, with their high atmosphere filled with social drinking, laughter, and overall party atmosphere would never betray the real reason they are here. These men are drug traffickers, weapons dealers, tech-thieves, corrupt officials, and many behind the scenes types from around the world. This is the largest gathering of such people in Metro-City’s history, which is a sorted history on its own.

 

    Sitting at the head table of the room, is a man whose business suit hides a very unusual body, betrayed only by his head and face; with his silver hairless skin and black eyes. This is man is Seth, the leader of SIN, and this gathering is his attempt to re-establish connections lost by the fall of Shadaloo, however unlike the old ruler Bison Seth understands the need to create a business relationship, one where money speaks rather than fear. As he looks over the club at the many guests each mingling with each other on the open floor, at their tables, and even around the coat room, he knows they are building new ties with each other, new deals, which ultimately will be to his advantage.

 

    However something odd catches his eye, a flickering at the door. He rises from his table drawing the attention of everyone in the room, both to him and wandering which guest could be so special that he would greet them personally at the door. They of course tried to hide that they were making note of this.

 

      As they approach halfway across the room Seth turns to his assistant, “Tell me something Jasper, what do you see when you look at the door?”

 

 

     “Sir? That is Harrin Von Duran; he is the CEO of a German based bio-engineering company.”

 

    “No, “says Seth, “I know who he is; we have been working with his company for years now. What do you see behind him?”

 

   “Um, Sir, that woman would be Mrs. Duran.”

 

   “Mrs. Duran?” says Seth as though asking himself. He looks up at the security camera over the hall as they approach with-in speaking distance of the man and thinks to himself, “hmmm, vision adjustment, camera.”

 

    Seth narrows his eyes as he sees the blond woman in the red sparkling dress standing next to Harrin Von Duran.

 

     “Welcome.” says Seth, “to both you and your…wife. I do hope you enjoy yourselves.”

 

     The bewildered man attempts small talk with Seth, who is constantly staring at the man’s wife. Von Duran of course is too immersed in his own work and trying to sell it to Seth to really notice. Seth politely parts ways with him inviting him to mingle with the other guests as well.

 

     Back at the head table Seth has been eyeing Mrs. Duran as they mingle around the room with the other guests for over an hour. He turns to his assistant, Jasper, and whispers coldly, “That woman is not Mrs. Duran.”

 

    “Excuse me Sir?”

 

   “I have been adjusting my vision all night, adapting it to try and see…something, un-natural.”

 

    “Do you suspect a shape shifter, trying to infiltrate your gathering Sir? I’ll call security at once.”

 

    Seth puts out his hand stopping Jasper, “No, I have encountered shape shifters before. This is something different. I have seen those able to alter their shape as well as those who create illusions to hide themselves. I have been able to adapt my vision to see through all of those. I have even adapted my vision to detect those with special power and see that energy around them.”

 

    Seth stops for a moment thinking before continuing, “Perhaps that is the problem. When I saw her at the door, I did not see a woman, I didn’t even see a human, or anything I would call a biological entity. I saw a vortex of black and green flames. It seemed to want to draw me and everything else around it into it. Yet it didn’t. It was hypnotic. Like a well of pure power, it was as if I was staring directly into a black hole and the sun at the same time. An in-escapable force yet brilliantly bright, wanting to devour and burn at the same time. I was forced to adjust my vision to that of the security cameras just to see what it was posing as.”

 

     “Sir, what action would you like to take? Would you like the guards watch her to see what she is doing?” asks Jasper.

 

    Seth who had been leaning on his fist still looking at her straightens up and says to Jasper, “Even now I try to see, something buried under the surface, best I can see is what looks like a shadow shaped like the woman projecting her image. I seem to have created a strange blur resembling a cross between a shadow and a hologram in my eyes. The data is complicating me with a feeling I do not recognize. Something drawing me in, a burning in my data banks.”

 

     Seth coughs to himself and sits up straight realizing what Jasper had said to him, “No Jasper,” answers Seth, “I am not some cliché overlord wannabe like Bison. I will not fall into such a trap. Allowing some intruder to wander around as sensitive a meeting as this would be the act of a mad-man. No matter how strange their disguise and intruder is still an intruder, who knows what information they are seeking, or for that matter how much as been gathered all ready. I want you to have one our scientists escort Harrin Von Duran to the labs, have him ask him for advice on his products and potential future improvements. Make sure also that the scientist believes this is a legit discussion.” He pauses for a moment, “In fact, make it a legit discussion. I might as well kill two birds with one stone. He will understand that his wife is not allowed to follow into such sensitive areas beneath the club. Have her wait for him in the private gambling parlor. I will be in there shortly, perhaps to keep her company. Invite her to a game of Baccarat.”

 

 

 

      Unseen by anyone the blond woman in the sparkling red dress, referred to by everyone who has met her that not as Mrs. Duran, looks out of the corner of her eye at Seth, and flashes a quick unseen, smile to herself, the smile of a deadly predator.

 

Scene 2: The Confrontation.

    Mr. Harrin Von Duran was easily escorted with out incident or suspicion by SIN scientists to the lower levels to help them examine some of the results of the very machinery he sold them. Mrs. Duran was escorted away from the main hall to a secluded VIP gambling room. Seth came in shortly after her and sat across from her at the small Baccarat table.

 

     She leaned forward over the table revealing her cleavage, “So Mr. Seth, you trying to get me alone?”

 

    Seth stands and says, “Follow me.” He leads her down the hall with two guards following behind, and down the elevator to the deep basement level. He escorts her into a large room filled with computers and technicians. He takes a few steps away from her turning to face her.

 

     Seth in a no nonsense tone says, “Drop the act; I know you are not Mrs. Duran. Who are you and why are you here?”

 

    “Why what ever do you mean Mr. Seth?” she says flittering her eyes and head around innocently.

 

   Seth narrows his eyes, “I know you are somehow altering your appearance in a way we have never seen before. With your skill you could be a great asset to our organization. We can offer you more than who ever paid you and besides…”

 

   He waves his hand to bring two guards standing at the door showing their guns. “If you don’t betray your employer it won’t be a happy end for you, and we will simply sample your data from your corpse through dissection. I’d much rather have such an interesting specimen alive however.”

 

    She looks over at the men smiling, “I’ve seen bigger.”

 

       She turns to Seth with a smile, “I’ve got a lot more tricks than just

altering my appearance.”

 

     The form of Mrs. Duran melts away like a shadow made of flames and water to reveal an even smaller woman. One with green hair and wearing an outfit that looks like it was bought in an Adult’s only Halloween costume store, with wings that don’t look like they could possibly support flight and another set of much smaller ones on her head.

 

    Seth crosses his arms, “Look however you want, you’re choices are on the table. Agree to them and join us or die.”

 

    Seth’s vision is no longer as blurred while looking at her, realizing that this is her true physical form, yet somehow the data is trying to tell him he is looking at more than one person, and perhaps even a swarm of smaller life forms; and the energy signal is the same strange vortex as before.

 

    She holds looks him up and down, and standing provocatively with one hand over her breasts says, “You have nothing that would interest me. I prefer my men to be anatomically correct.”

 

     “Do you think this is a game.” growls Seth, “Well then lets play…SONIC BOOM!”

 

    Seth with a swing of his arms sends a sonic boom attack her way. To his surprise she somehow wraps her wings around her self and deflects it. As easily as they expanded they retract on to her back, with her now floating in the air. She laughs at him, a laugh that sounds both innocent and menacing at the same time, “Not much of a gentleman are you?” she says, “Don’t even ask a lady her name before staring a fight?”

 

    “Well then,” says Seth, “You are a fighter then aren’t you? I suspected as much. After the incident with another who called her self Crimson Viper I would never fall for this again. First you sneak in, I catch you, and then see you are a fighter with assets I could use and integrate you into my organization, the whole time however you are working for someone else to try and bring me down.”

 

    “You have such a silly imagination.” She says

 

   “Fine then, if it will make you feel better then you can tell me your name at least before I kill you.”

 

    “Well about time,” she says, “I am Lady Morrigan of house Aensland. You can just call me Morrigan. Now then normally I don’t play with Ken dolls, but I have my reasons. So let’s see if you can keep me entertained for just a little while.”

 

     Morrigan dashes in quickly; her wing wrapping around her arm forming a spike like shape with a crab like claw on the end that grabs onto Seth’s mid-section. Before Seth can react to punch her the claw breaks off with a little green rocket sending him crashing into the far wall. The claw releases him and floats back to Morrigan fusing with her wings like a shadow merging with another shadow.

 

    Seth stands and vanishes in a yellow light, reappearing directly behind Morrigan. As he reaches to grab her with both arms her wings form two rockets blasting him in the face with green flames as she jets high into the air in the blink of an eye.

 

    Seth wipes his face and rips off his charred cloths saying to Morrigan as she floats high in the air, “You certainly do have some interesting special attacks.”

 

    “Special attacks?” she says, “So you like to talk like you’re in a video game?” Morrigan floats as though she were sitting in a chair with finger to lip thinking. She looks down at Seth, “If this were a game I’d have to say that all I used on you was a throw, and a dash.”

 

    “Throw and a dash?” growls Seth, “I will teach you to fear me before you die.” Seth teleports again, and again Morrigan vanishes in a flash of green flames.

 

     To the technicians the fight has become a blur, Morrigan a black blur with a green line of flames behind her like some strange snake coiling around the room and through the air, Seth constantly appearing and disappearing. The only chance they get to even discern two figures being brief pauses that last less than a second.

 

 

 

    One of the technicians at a monitoring station remarks, “Is that woman able to teleport as well?”

 

    “No,” answers another technician watching the monitor rather than trying to focus on the blurs, “they are moving at incredible speeds, according to this read-out that woman’s jets are putting out as much thrust as two hyper sonic jet engines, that means she could potentially fly at supersonic speeds, especially with such low body weight. Lord Seth’s synthetic muscle fibers weren’t built for such a prolonged stay at such high speeds. He has to be burning out. At this rate we may need to download him into a new body again as this one will become completely un-repairable.”

 

     Seth stops shortly after leaning on his fist while crouched in the middle of the room, his body covered in gashes and large stab wounds with the silver of his body turning black around the wounds and creeping over the rest of his body. As he huffs while he experiences the closest thing he can feel to pain, his body too burned out and damaged to keep moving Morrigan reappears fifteen feet in front of him. She does a back flip and re-lands wearing a dominatrix outfit.

 

      She looks at Seth in a victorious pose saying, “Well you were more fun than I thought, we really should do it again sometime. Maybe next time I’ll bring some toys.”

 

      With a giggle her cloths melt away, reverting to her standard seductive costume and wings. She flies into the air vanishes; a green energy ripples around her body as she passes as though she were passing through a water’s surface.

 

      Seth collapses on the floor, his entire body turning black as his technicians are quick to begin monitoring his mind downloader station, monitoring the exchange of his consciousness from the body to his computer terminal.

 

       A few moments later his voice comes over the speaker, “Inform my guests I had business to attend to elsewhere so had to leave early. Nothing that happened here is to leave this room, understood, and apprehend that fool Harrin Von Duran. I will find out exactly what just happened here.”

 

Scene 3: Bison

     New York City, a small gathering of men in a small room in what anyone would think was just another office building. These men are doing something they hadn’t done with this man at the table for years, and it has them on edge. For the last few hours they have been playing poker at the long rectangular table in Bison’s office. Bison sits at the head of the table with a turned off screen on the wall behind him.

 

     These men had for the first few hours been discussing the prospects of their various business relationships with each other and Shadaloo. This set-up however is very un-usual. Some of the men there figure Bison must have completely snapped. Or at least is trying to bring back some of his methods from his early days, perhaps as a response to the break off group SIN’s more social approach towards its clients and partners.

 

     However after several hours some are beginning to get the feeling they are being held there, what with the armed guards at the door and Bison sitting at the head of the table closest to the door, showing no signs of concern for the game yet not discussing any real new business; which is what he had called them there fore, or at least told them why they were there. Oddly enough even Bison seemed through out the night to be getting impatient, as though he too were being held there, or at least waiting for something.

 

   Partway into a hand a call comes over the intercom, “Lord Bison, our spies with-in SIN have just reported in, subject MP1S has destroyed Seth.”

 

    This calls the attention of everyone there, as Bison pushes the button on the intercom, “Has she reported yet?”

 

    “Yes Lord Bison, she is standing by here, and is making us all a little nervous sir.”

 

   “Very good, give her the signal that I have her payment and am ready to receive her in my game room.”

 

    As Bison says this a green light appears above the table as Morrigan descends from it, like a beautiful siren descending through a pool of water. She lands standing on the table, and crouches down to Bison, “Okay Big boy I put down your overgrown action figure. Or he is just another one of your dollies that would rather not play with you?”

 

     To everyone’s surprise Bison doesn’t respond in anger as he normally would, instead signaling one of the guards to come over.

 

    The well dressed man pulls a large envelope from his vest and hands it to her saying, “On behalf of Lord Bison, I present your tribute your majesty.”

 

     After saying this clearly rehearsed line the nervous man quickly backs away to the door after a short bow when she takes the package. Morrigan opens the package and takes out what looks to be a CD case, the man sitting down the table to Bison’s left, yet further down than where Morrigan is standing could partially see what she was she is examining and is genuinely confused by it.

 

    Morrigan smiles broadly then with a straight face says to Bison, “you know if this doesn’t work or you double crossed me I am going to come back here and kill you.”  With that she vanishes just as she arrived.

 

    One of the other men, a man who secretly has a representative of his group at the SIN meeting speaks up, “Lord Bison, what exactly was that, and…what was that about destroying Seth?”

 

     Another chimes in, “Yes, Mr. Bison was that one of your latest creations? This MP1S your man mentioned over the intercom?”

    Bison crosses his arms and smiles, “That gentlemen was the devil herself. As some of you are aware we began final stages on a project some months back to create a system that could track the strongest Ki signatures on Earth.”

 

    He turns and with a remote he had hidden under the table activates the screen behind him, on it from top right to bottom left it showed still images of, Akuma, Gouken, Oro, and Gill.

 

    “You can thank these four and others like them for the project going underway.” He says, “Especially the one called Akuma. I had used the World Warriors tournament to bring in the strongest fighters in the world for my projects, to create super-human soldiers and recruit these fighters as my own enforcers. However it became painfully apparent to me that while the tournament attracted strong fighters, the strongest ones had no interest in them, and the few that did show up were drawn by other fighters that were participating.”

 

    Bison noticed the worried look of the Illuminati representative at his table who is going pale looking at the bottom right corner of the screen.

 

    “Oh yes,” says Bison, “Gill, as he calls himself, the true leader of the Illuminati. He had recently run a private tournament. One by invite only. Trying to bring together fighters for some evolved future of humanity plan; hmmm, a man driven insane by his own power.”

 

   The Illuminati representative stands and slams his fist on the table, “Bison! If you are so aware of Lord Gill you would know he is the strongest being on Earth!”

 

    Bison smiles and starts laughing, a laugh that turns borderline psychotic before he stops, “Strongest Being on Earth you say? I will forget your impotence just so you can report back to your bosses. Did you forget what I just told you? We created a system that detects the strongest powers on Earth, and he is about number 20 or so. That woman who was just here, the one my scientists dubbed MP1S? Her real name is Morrigan Aensland, and she is quit literally the ruler of Hell. The title MP1S is something of a remnant name my scientists slip up and call her still from when we were tracking her. The name was something of a joke for them, meaning the most powerful one’s signal. That woman, is….rrrr, I hate to admit it, that woman is…the most powerful being on Earth.”

 

     The man who had seen what was in her hands asked, “Lord Bison, if that is true, and she is indeed the devil, and I assume from what has transpired that she also took out Seth?”

 

     “Yes,” answers Bison.

 

   “Well,” says the man, “then what was that you paid her with? It looked like a CD, as your clients perhaps we should be let in on this deal you made. I don’t imagine us being here was a coincidence with this timing.”

 

     “Astute as always,” says Bison, he clicks the screen to show three odd creatures, “These,” he says, “are Darkstalkers, you already saw Morrigan, the others here are Demitri Maximoff the second most powerful being on Earth, the readings have jumped a few times with the last one being on the same level as them, I have learned this odd blue man is called Jedah. They would be the three highest Ki signatures we have detected, there are several more below them who are still higher than even myself or that self pronounced Messiah Gill.

 

     As for what I paid that woman with; it was a video game, some hard to come by game about a singing princess and puppets or some such nonsense. Imagine our surprise to learn the strongest entity on Earth loved video games, and would be willing to eliminate my enemy at the cost of some game she couldn’t find in stores. With great power comes great insanity it seems.” Bison’s wide wild eyed smile alarms the men.

 

     “If I may sir, if these beings are so strong and so unstable then how are we to make use of them?” asks the man.

 

    Bison clicks the screen again to show a slew of odd creatures from zombies, ghouls, generic cat-people, skeletons, ghosts, and even mutated humans.

 

     “These are how.” He says, “I myself tested the strength of a cat girl, not the ones shown here, no I tested the actress Felicia. She was amongst the top twenty strongest Ki signatures. I had to see for myself what one was capable of. And I have to say, some of them are a lot stronger than others, for no apparent reason that we have yet found other than naturally so.”

 

      Bison pauses for a moment and clicks off the screen, “You should all be well aware of the growing number of cat-people and similar creatures making themselves known to the public, yet they are no where near as strong as that woman Felicia, or those three others. We have seen several enhanced humans as the government calls them appear in the tournaments, we have made such people the focus of our bio-engineering super-soldier projects. However I am proposing we include these more supernatural elements to the project, unlock the secrets of their power, their immortality.”

 

     Bison stands and with broad gestures says, “Gentlemen what I am proposing will put every tactical weapon we have ever made to shame, every android, every cyborg, every enhanced human, all of them. Imagine cloning these creatures; imagine unlocking their hidden potential and making armies of them as powerful as those at the top. Tanks, jets, missiles, all that power in the body of a man. Now imagine they are undead husks whose minds are completely under your control. Shape shifters able to replace people in power or sneak in un-noticed amongst trusted officials, assassinations and coupes made easy. Our greatest dreams come true at last, growing soldiers in the lab, or raising the already dead to fight fearlessly into battle, and even enhancing them. I orchestrated this entire night to demonstrate just how effective one can be when given the right insensitive. Now imagine that power completely under our control.

 

      We need no longer create enhanced human clones which have proven troublesome and un-trustworthy, or bio-androids. We will take the low end monsters and improve upon them, give the unthinking beasts and walking dead the same power as these nobles and Darkstalkers as they call themselves. The minds of loyal dogs and the powers of weapons of mass destruction, we will thus reshape this world to our will and to our mutual benefit with out fear of any armies of super-human fighters getting in our way.”

 

    Bison’s speech was met with a standing applause and congratulations, most of them giving him their full support for the project. The Illuminati member feigned interest. However when all was said and done this man was more worried than he had ever been. Outside in his limo he ordered the driver to go to “Site Gamma”.

 

       A sound proof window rose up separating him from the driver as he took out his cell phone. On the phone he called a number he never wanted to call with bad-news; speaking into with a nervous voice, “Lord Gill, we have a problem.”