Cammy: Shards of Remembrance
By Deaku
Cammy followed the woman through the dimly lit corridor, their footfalls echoing with each step on the stone floor. Cammy didn’t have any idea where she was or why she was even here; she didn’t even really know the woman who brought her besides what she said her name was, Miss White. Cammy didn’t know what to do, she felt so confused about everything right now, so she just followed this Miss White like she was told.
It all started several days before when Cammy and her parents had gone out for a drive because it was such a nice day. They were driving through the countryside, Cammy talking excitedly with her mother about an upcoming play at her school while her father listened to the radio… when it happened. They were about to pass by a large truck that was driving down on the opposite side of the road when another car suddenly pulled out from behind it. The car was coming at them too fast, there wasn’t any chance to stop or even swerve out of the way. All Cammy remembered was the screeching of tires and then everything went black.
Next thing Cammy knew was that she was in the hospital, the doctors were amazed she had made it with barely a scratch. But her parents were not so lucky; they never woke up. As Cammy grieved everybody was trying to decided what should be done with her; either find a relative willing to take her in or put her into a foster home. That’s when Miss White showed up, claiming to be the young girl’s aunt. She said she had been working overseas for several years and that’s why Cammy didn’t remember her, but when Miss White had heard what had happened she rushed right back. Miss White had all the proper paperwork that showed she was who she said so Cammy was released into her custody.
Miss White took Cammy to the airport where they boarded a private jet and took off for some unknown location; Cammy wasn’t sure how long the trip took because she had fallen asleep and didn’t wake up until they had landed. The next part of the trip was in a plain black car that took them out into the country and down a dirt road into a forest; eventually they drove into some sort of underground parking garage. Miss White and Cammy got out of the car and went through a door into the dimly lit corridor they were walking down now.
The corridor ended and they walked into a large and brightly-lit room, it had several other doors leading out and on one side of the room was a group of seats that reminded Cammy of the seats in a movie theater. In the center of the room sat a young boy that looked to be Cammy’s age, maybe a little older. He had plain gray clothes and light blond, almost white, hair; and he was playing with Build-O blocks. As Cammy was looking around Miss White turned around and kneeled down so that she was eye level with Cammy.
“Now Cammy you wait here in this room for now. Feel free to sit down and rest or do whatever.” Miss White smiled. “I have to go meet with someone, but I’ll be back soon. Alright?”
Cammy nodded and Miss White got up and left through one of the doors at the far end of the room. Cammy looked around the room some more; but a second look didn’t reveal much more than the first, it was a rather plain room. The boy was still sitting there playing with the blocks, giving no indication that he even knew that someone else was in the room with him. Cammy slowly walked over to the boy; it’d be nice to be able to have someone her own age to talk to for a change. The doctors and nurses back at the hospital never really had the time to talk with her and Miss White barely said anything the whole trip; not that Cammy tried talking to her, she decided that she really didn’t like the woman. Cammy stopped near the boy, but he still gave no indication that he knew she was there.
“Um… Hi, I’m Cammy.” She finally said after a few more moments of silence. The boy looked at her out of the corner of his eye for a brief moment before going back to his building. After another moment of silence Cammy spoke up again. “What’s your name?”
“Michael…” he answered in a quiet voice without looking at Cammy, he just continued to build with his blocks.
“It’s nice to meet you Michael.” Cammy said as she sat down on the floor near him, Michael simply nodded and continued on with what he was doing. Guessing that was as much as she was going to get out of him Cammy decided to ask another question. “What are you building?”
Michael simply held up what he was building so that Cammy could get a better look at his unfinished creation. Looking at it Cammy thought it looked like some sort of small castle, or possibly some other sort of building, it was a bit too early to tell. Eventually Michael put down his little project and continued building as Cammy watched him.
“Michael… can I play with the Build-Os too?” Cammy asked as the boy continued to build.
Michael stopped building and sat there for a moment, then finally slid the bucket of Build-Os over so it sat between Cammy and himself. Without a word Michael went back to building; Cammy taking that as a ‘yes’ went right to building something of her own.
Several minutes later the door Miss White had exited opened again and someone entered the room; a large, and scary in Cammy’s opinion, man wearing a blood red uniform and a dark blue cape, followed soon by Miss White. Cammy couldn’t do anything but stare at this man, the room seemed to get noticeably colder as he walked towards them.
“So this is Cammy.” The man said as he looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. Cammy just continued to stare.
“Yes Lord Bison.” Miss White nodded. “Cammy White, all the way from England. She fits all the specifications for the Doll Project perfectly.”
“Excellent.” The man smiled and then held out a hand towards Cammy. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am known as M. Bison. I shall be your caretaker from now on.” Not knowing what to say Cammy hesitantly shook his hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe here with us.” Bison then turned back towards Miss White. “How goes the search for other candidates for the Doll Project?”
“Oh it goes very well, we’ve found a dozen others that fit the specifications.” Miss White laughed. “Though I’m going to have to change myself a few more times to pick them all up, they’re spread out all over the place. I’ll leave to retrieve the others soon.”
“Very good, this puts us far ahead of schedule for this project, I must commend you for all your hard work…” Just then a beeping sound interrupted Bison. He took a watch-like device from his pocket, pressing a button to stop the beeping as he looked at the readout. “Hmmm… didn’t realize it was that time already. Michael put away your toys, it’s time for your afternoon training.”
“Come on Cammy, we don’t want to be in the way of this.” Miss White took Cammy by the hand and led her over to the seats.
“What’s going on?” Cammy asked as she watched Michael carefully put the Build-O blocks and his and Cammy’s unfinished projects back into the bucket. Then he put them in a large case in the corner of the room. “What kinda training does he have to do?” Cammy didn’t know what to think anymore, something about this situation just seemed horribly wrong to her. She’d wanted to be someplace else, far away from this M. Bison.
“Well, it’s a kind of special training.” Miss White told Cammy as she sat her down in one of the seats in the back row, then took the seat next to her. “He trains so that he will be prepared for the future.”
“This will be combat training.” Bison said as he sat down in a seat in front of the pair. “Michael must be prepared for any eventuality so that he may fulfill his future duties to the fullest.”
Michael walked back across the room, hardly making any sound as he moved, stopping in front of Bison and bowing down. Cammy could see that Michael was holding something; it had a metallic shine to it, but she couldn’t quite make it out what it was because Michael had it tucked close behind his arm.
“Michael, today your combat training will be a little different than you’re used to.” Bison explained to Michael, who just stood there with a neutral expression on his face. “Your opponent isn’t here to train, he wants to become a part of Shadowlaw. Now you know I just don’t allow someone to join Shadowlaw unless there’s something special about them that will strengthen the organization; so you will test his strength to see if he is indeed worthy of joining us. Do you understand Michael?” Michael nodded and bowed again. Though Cammy couldn’t see it, she could just feel that Bison was grinning. “Excellent, I shall call for him to be sent in then. And Michael… Feel free to dispose of him if he’s just a waste of time.”
Bison took a small device out of his pocket and pressed a button; slowly one of doors opened, revealing a dark passageway beyond. Heavy footsteps could be heard from within, slowly coming closer. A large man, even larger than Bison, entered into the room. He was wearing torn jeans with boots that looked equally worn; he had on a furred vest that looked too small for such a large man. His eyes peered out from under his long messy hair; Cammy slid down in her seat when the man’s gaze passed over her. He continued looking around the room, searching for something but not seeming to find it.
“What’s the deal Bison? I thought I was supposed to fight someone.” The man grumbled. “I suspected I’d have an audience to watch me pound someone, but I seem to be missing an opponent.”
“Your opponent is right in front of you Zoz.” Bison waved a hand towards Michael. “Beat him and you shall be welcomed into Shadowlaw.”
Zoz laughed out loud, nearly doubling over as he did so. “Are you serious?! A little kid like him?!” Zoz continued to laugh. “Your more twisted than I thought Bison.”
“As amusing as you seem to find the situation, it’s not a joke.” Bison smirked. “If you want to become a part of my organization you will fight him first.”
“If you say so Bison.” Zoz was still laughing. “If I gotta smear a little kid to prove how bad I am it’s no skin off my back.”
Zoz began walking towards Michael; Cammy started to say something but was cut off by Miss White, who put a hand over Cammy’s mouth and motioned for her to keep quiet. Michael stood his ground, just watching Zoz as he came closer. Cammy finally was able to see what Michael had been holding, a knife nearly as long as his forearm. Zoz stopped in front of Michael and just looked down at him with a big grin on his face, Michael just stared up at him.
Sorry about this kid.” Zoz said as he cracked his knuckles. “Well not really.” He laughed as he suddenly lashed out with a kick.
Michael simply leaned back and let Zoz’s foot pass over him, then straightened back up and stood there as if nothing happened. Zoz looked mildly surprised, then smirked and tried a sweeping kick. Michael just jumped up to avoid the sweep, landing on the same spot and still looking at Zoz with a neutral expression. Zoz attacked next with his fists but not a single blow landed; Michael simply stepped back or to the side to avoid them, he almost looked like he was dancing. Zoz looked down at his opponent and growled, then brought both hands down in an axe-handle smash. Michael quickly leapt back to avoid the blow as Zoz’s hands smashed into the floor; Michael landed several feet away, still untouched.
“You’re pretty good at running away kid, I’ll give you that. But I guess all little pests are good at doing that.” Zoz grinned. “Eventually I’ll catch you though, and you won’t have a chance of surviving when that happens. So I’ll tell you what, why don’t you give up now and save me the trouble? It’ll save Bison on cleanup too, because I can guarantee a very big mess when I catch you. What do you say kid?”
Michael simply yawned.
Zoz let out a scream of rage and charged towards Michael; instead of remaining still or moving to dodge Michael charged as well. Cammy couldn’t believe it; what was Michael doing? He shouldn’t be running at the guy, he should be running away from him as fast and as far as he could. Right when it looked as though Zoz was going to crush Michael, the boy ducked down and passed through Zoz’s legs.
At first it looked like nothing happened, Zoz spun around to see Michael standing in the middle of the room as he had been before. Zoz took a step forward and suddenly winced in pain, looking down he saw blood running down his leg from a cut just below the knee. He looked back at Michael with a slight look of confusion on his face. Michael held up his knife up in front of him, a bit of blood was running down the blade from the tip.
Zoz roared and charged towards Michael, going into a sliding kick. Michael leapt up slightly and let Zoz’s foot pass under him, then slammed his foot down onto the wound he had made earlier on Zoz’s knee. The resulting pain caused Zoz to blink and miss Michael’s knee coming towards his face; the resulting blow shattered Zoz’s nose and spayed blood over both of them. Zoz ended up flat on his back sprawled out on the floor, blood running from his nose and leg.
While a bit dazed Zoz was able to rise up to a kneeling position, but the sight that greeted him when he looked up was that of Michael charging towards him, his knife poised to strike. Zoz began to raise his arms up to defend himself; but it was too late, Michael’s knife sunk into the side of his neck. Zoz dropped to his hands and knees, he tried to let out a scream but only a slight gurgling came from his mouth. Zoz looked at Michael, who simply stood there looking at Zoz with his same neutral expression. Zoz reached out a hand and feebly grasped onto the front of Michael’s shirt, but he couldn’t seem to do anymore than that. Michael then grabbed hold of the hilt of his knife and ripped it out of Zoz’s neck. With a final spray of blood Zoz fell face first to the floor, a crimson pool slowly spreading from the body.
Michael stared briefly at the blood-covered blade of his knife, then started wiping it across the back of Zoz’s vest to clean it. When the blade was finally free of blood, and much cleaner than its wielder, Michael spun it a few times and let it come to rest back behind his arm.
“Was that satisfactory Lord Bison?” Michael asked as he bowed towards Bison.
“Yes, indeed most satisfactory.” Bison nodded and smiled. “That was quite the little show you put on for us. I daresay that perhaps you were showing off a little for our new arrival.”
Cammy didn’t know what to think; her thoughts were swirling between confusion about her situation and horror at what she had just witnessed. The focus of her vision kept shifting; Miss White who calmly looked on, Bison with a proud smile on his face, Michael covered in blood, and Zoz’s dead body on the floor. Finally Cammy’s mind could take no more and she fainted.
***
Everything was so hazy and her body felt very numb; Cammy wasn’t sure what was happening and couldn’t keep her mind focused, her thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened to her.
She remembered waking in a room so very similar to her own that she thought that everything had just been a bad dream; but that hope was shattered when Michael came in to check on her and bring Cammy a meal, followed soon by Bison. Though he told her that everything was going to be fine and she would be happy in her new home, Cammy was frightened by Bison’s very presence; and the horror of what she had seen Michael do kept creeping back into her mind. Afterwards Cammy rarely left her room, preferring the warm thoughts it gave her of home rather than the coldness she felt everywhere else in the facility. Twelve other girls arrived over the next several days; all the same age as Cammy and all orphans like her. Next thing Cammy knew they were being taken into a laboratory of some sort, it was filled with strange equipment and people in white lab coats. Cammy was given a shot that made her body numb and sent her into a daze; she vaguely recalled having numerous tubes and wires attached to her body before being put into some sort of liquid filled tank.
“…I must thank you again Lord Bison for your assistance in helping us to realize this project.” Cammy could hear someone speaking. “There are too few that have the resources and the willingness to embark on such a scientific endeavor.”
“It was my pleasure.” Bison answered. “The benefits of this project were plain to see for those who look at the long term; the fruits of this labor shall be of great use to me.”
The voices gave Cammy something to focus on and her mind began to slowly come out of the daze, though her body was no less numb. Her vision came back to her but everything was rather blurred as she looked through the liquid and out the side of the tank. She could make out Bison talking with some woman in a white lab coat; standing silently next to Bison was Michael, whose gaze met Cammy’s when she looked at him. Michael gave a light tug on Bison’s cape and pointed towards Cammy when Bison acknowledged him.
“Well it appears that one of our girls managed to stay awake; no doubt wondering what is going on.” Bison said as he walked over to the tank. “Do not worry Cammy, it is nothing that will hurt you. Quite the opposite in fact; you will slowly become stronger, faster, tougher, better in every way. I believe you will all appreciate the results; eventually you shall all be perfect soldiers, very much like Michael here.” Bison patted Michael briefly on the head and rose his hand up towards Cammy. “But for now it is best for you to simply sleep through this.”
Cammy saw a glow from Bison’s eyes and suddenly felt very tired; the numbness from her body seemed to extend into her mind and unconsciousness overtook Cammy once again.
***
Cammy looked around the training room as she waited for her sparring partner to finish getting ready. In the center of the room Juli and Juni were sparring with Xiayu and Yanyu; though instead of all four fighting at once they appeared to be having a tag team match. Across the room Noembleu and Satsuki were going at it with practice weapons. Enero and Fevrier were working with the weights while Santum was throttling the punching bag. Over in a corner Aprile was finishing up bandaging a cut on Marz’s leg that had been inflicted during their sparring match.
“Right then.” Decapre said as she finished lacing her boots and stood up. “You ready to dance Cammy?”
“Sure thing Decapre.” Cammy answered and assumed a fighting stance.
Cammy just waited for her opponent to make the first move, let Decapre make the first mistake was Cammy’s logic. As the pair circled each other Cammy studied Decapre; it always amazed her how much they looked alike, they could easily be mistaken for sisters, even twins. The only differences were their hair and skin; while Cammy had light blond hair and light skin, Decapre had dark blond hair and darkly tanned skin. The two often joked that Cammy should get a tan just so they could mess with the others’ heads by looking even more alike.
Decapre finally made her move, rushing at Cammy and going for a right hook. But as Cammy was about to block Decapre dropped the punch and spun around with a kick to Cammy’s head. Cammy ducked and went for a leg sweep and connected, but Decapre was able to flip around enough in the air to land a handspring and bounce out of Cammy’s reach. Decapre didn’t let up and charged back at Cammy with a flurry of punches; Cammy was able to dodge or block most of the strikes, but one managed to get through and struck her across the jaw. Before Cammy could recover Decapre spun around behind her and grabbed Cammy around the waist and began a suplex. But Cammy twisted her body and was able to break Decapre’s grip before she could slam her into the ground, instead she was able to flip and land back on her feet.
Cammy charged Decapre as she stood up and put her knee into Decapre’s stomach before she could block, putting Decapre onto her back and sending her sliding across the floor. Cammy leapt up and lashed out with a kick, but her foot met the floor as Decapre rolled out of the way. Cammy kicked again as Decapre stood up; Decapre ducked her head and managed to grab hold of Cammy’s foot and swept the other out from under her. But as Cammy hit the ground she kicked both feet into Decapre, knocking her back. Cammy sprang up and then went into a drill, which Decapre barely dodged. As she landed Cammy immediately preformed a spinning back knuckle; Decapre did the same and their fists met in the middle with a solid crack. Both girls backed off a little, shaking the pain out of their hands.
Decapre again rushed at Cammy with a punch; instead of dodging or blocking the blow Cammy jumped up just enough to let the blow pass under her. As Decapre passed under her Cammy grabbed onto her head then swung her legs around and wrapped them around Decapre’s arm. The sudden addition of Cammy’s weight threw Decpre off balance and she began to fall forward, Cammy grabbing onto her other arm as she fell. Decapre hit the floor with Cammy across her back; her legs around one of Decapre’s arms and her hands on the other, Cammy then began to pull.
“You lose Decapre.” Cammy said in a singsong tone. “You can’t get out of this one, admit it.”
“No way!” Decapre growled as she struggled to free herself.
“I’m waiting.” Cammy grinned as she tightened the hold causing Decapre to growl more and struggle harder.
“Alright, alright! You win!” Decapre finally blurted out when she could take no more.
Cammy released the hold and Decapre breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure on her body was let off. Cammy turned toward Michael, who had been sitting against a wall watching the whole time, and who they had nearly fallen on when Cammy took down Decapre.
“Well how was that move Michael?” Cammy inquired of their silent spectator. “Did you like it?”
“It was an interesting maneuver.” Michael replied. “Haven’t seen you do anything quite like it before.”
“Well why don’t you join us and maybe we’ll show you a few more.” Decapre added as she stood up. “You’re supposed to be training too aren’t you?”
“Lord Bison told me to simply observe your training, nothing else.” Michael answered. “So observe I shall.”
“Oh come on Michael, don’t be like that.” Juni joined in the conversation. “Why don’t you have some fun with us?” Juni winked and struck a provocative pose.
“You know you want some of this.” Juli added with a smirk as she ran her hands down her body. While Michael didn’t reply his eyes did follow her hands.
“Micheal doesn’t want anything you got Juli, I think you’ll have to wait a couple years before anyone wants it.” Decapre interrupted with a joking grin. “If ever.”
“You’re just jealous because I have more curves than you Decapre.” Juli retorted.
“Oh I agree that you have more curves than me, but they’re in all the wrong places.” Decapre puffed out her checks and stomach then put her hands on her butt.
That’s it.” Juli growled playfully. “You’re going down.”
Juli jumped at Decapre, who grinned and dropped into a defensive position. Juni jumped in with a laugh and Cammy also joined in to even the odds. Soon the rest of the girls joined in and it became a massive free-for-all; though it wasn’t serious sparring, they were all laughing more than fighting. Michael smirked slightly and shook his head as he watched.
The door opened and Bison walked into the room; everybody immediately stopped what they were doing and stood at attention. Bison smiled slightly and waved a hand, signaling to the teens that they could relax. Another individual entered into the room; a tall young man with long light-brown hair and an immensely self-important look on his face, he was wearing expensive looking clothes and some sort of sheath on each leg.
“So these are the ones you told me of Bison?” The young man said as he looked around the room. “They’re nothing but little girls.”
“Appearances can be deceiving Vega, especially when these girls are involved.” Bison replied as he looked around the room with a look that told them all they had better behave.
“If you say so Bison.” Vega sounded rather bored as he started walking around getting a closer look at those before him. “But really I see no true beauty here, nothing I’d even consider wasting time with. It’s fortunate if they can fight as well as you say, they obviously have nothing else going for them.”
Cammy tried her best to keep calm and not fly into a rage since that would disappoint Bison, but inside she was fuming. Who did this Vega think he was coming in and insulting them like this? Even if he was a guest of Bison he should not be allowed to talk to them like this. By the looks of the others they were thinking the same, and having as much trouble as Cammy staying calm. If she dared open her mouth Cammy would have more than a few things to say about this Vega, that fact that he looked more like a girl than a guy would have been an excellent place to start. A small smile crept onto Cammy’s face; while outwardly she kept quiet so that she would not anger Bison, in her mind she had a running commentary of insults about Vega.
“Well, Well, What have we here?” Vega asked in a mocking tone as he stopped by Michael. “A little toy soldier among the dolls?”
Michael said nothing; he simply stood motionless as he studied Vega, a look of disdain in his eyes.
“Perhaps one that appreciates the subtle beauty of a blade?” Vega asked rhetorically as he noticed Michael’s knife at the back of his belt. Vega’s hand quickly moved the sheath on his left leg; with a flash of metal Vega’s hand was less than an inch from Michael’s face, a triple bladed claw was now adorning his wrist and hand. “Shall we have a duel then? To see who truly knows the beauty of the blade?”
Michael didn’t answer Vega; instead he looked towards Bison.
“Very well.” Bison answered Michael’s unspoken question. “It might prove to be an interesting match up. But no weapons.” Bison added as Michael began to go for his knife and Vega gently petted his claw. “I’d rather not risk such damage to either of you.”
“As you wish Bison” Vega answered in an annoyed voice as he slid his claw back in its sheath. Vega then pulled out a plain white mask out of the opposite sheath. “I trust you’ll have no objection to me using this?”
“As long as you do not use weapons you may do whatever you wish.” Bison replied sternly.
“Excellent.” Vega smirked, he then noticed Michael looking at him with an arched eyebrow. “Wondering the reason for the mask are you? I’m not surprised one such as you doesn’t understand. For you see beauty is the greatest treasure in all the world; a precious thing that must be protected, to allow damage to such treasures is the gravest of sins.” Vega slid the mask onto his face. “Therefore a treasure such as mine must be protected at all costs.”
As the two assumed fighting stances the girls gathered near the door with Bison to give them a clear fighting area and to watch the battle. The girls whispered to each other, debating who would win. While they knew Michael’s strength and were confident in him; they suspected this Vega was quite strong as well, Bison wouldn’t have allowed him in here otherwise. Cammy remained silent and looked on; she didn’t care who this Vega was, she just wanted to see Michael pound him into the ground for what he said earlier.
A moment later the fight began and Vega lashed out with several punches. Michael dodged or blocked most of them, but one finally got through and grazed him across the jaw. Ignoring the blow Michael fell back a few steps as Vega lashed out with a kick at his head. Michael then charged forward with a punch but Vega used a back-handspring to dodge the blow, making a short howl-like sound as he went. Suddenly changing direction Vega rolled back towards Michael and lashed out with a punch before Michael could block, striking him in the stomach and sending him stumbling back.
Michael was able to catch himself before he fell and shook off the attack, then sidestepped as Vega continued his attack with a leaping kick. Michael kicked at Vega’s mid-section as he landed, the masked fighter was just able to block but the force of the blow still sent him back. Going into another roll Vega sprang back up and leapt out of the way as Michael came at him with another punch. Vega again took to the air with another kick; but just as Vega was about to connect Michael leaned just enough to let Vega’s foot pass by him he then grabbed hold of Vega’s leg and used the masked fighter’s own momentum to begin swinging him around. After several swings Michael released Vega and sent him flying towards a wall.
Vega twisted around in the air and hit the wall feet first; springing off the wall and high into the air, he let out a howl as he dove towards Michael. Instead of dodging out of the way Michael launched himself up into the air with a kick aimed squarely at Vega’s mask. Vega quickly moved his head to the side and Michael’s foot glanced off the side of Vega’s mask and drilled right into his shoulder. Both fighters were thrown off balance and tumbled to the ground. Michael landed flat on his back, but was quickly able to kick himself up into a kneeling position. Vega hit the ground and went into a roll and ended up back on his feet holding his shoulder.
“You…” Vega growled. “You dare to try to damage my beauty… I will kill you!” Vega grabbed his claw and began to charge towards Michael.
“Enough!” Bison roared, his voice seeming to shake everything in the room and causing everyone to freeze. “I stated before no weapons. Now cease this battle, it is over.” Bison stated in a cold voice. “Now come Vega, I have allowed you to waste enough time. The rest of you may resume what you were doing.”
Vega nodded and gave one last glare to Michael, who returned it with his usual neutral expression, and began to walk towards the door. The girls moved to either side to allow Vega to pass and leave with Bison, giving him cold looks as he passed. However Decapre snickered as Vega passed her.
“What are you laughing at!” Vega screamed and slashed his claw across Decapre’s face.
Cammy’s body began to move before her mind could completely register what was going on. Cammy dove and caught Decapre as the girl fell backwards grasping her face because of Vega’s vicious attack. Cammy saw Michael draw his knife and charge forward at a blinding speed as Bison roared Vega’s name and threw out both his arms. Vega was suddenly thrown by an unseen force through the doorway and heavily impacted into the wall across from the door; Michael rebounded and fell backwards as if he ran into an invisible wall.
“Go get a medic.” Bison ordered as he looked down at Decapre; Aprile, Juli & Juni leapt up and ran out of the room to get help. “I shall discipline Vega.” Bison added coldly as he turned to leave the room.
Cammy looked down at Decapre who was grasping her face tightly, but blood was still flowing out between her fingers and down her front. Cammy could feel Decapre shaking as she held on to her; Cammy knew that Decapre was doing her best not to scream or cry out loud from the pain of her wound. The other girls had split between trying to comfort and clean up Decapre best they could and checking if Michael needed help as well. Michael was simply sitting there on the ground with one hand covering his nose and mouth, with quite a bit of blood running out between his fingers and down his front as well, and glaring out the door where Vega had been. She had never seen such anger in his eyes before; but soon her gaze joined his as she glared at where Vega had been, anger filling her mind.
to be continued
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