Ai No Message
By: Seiya Kou and Silver Rayne

Part 3

"Who's there?!" Shouted Chun Li. She looked back onto the ceiling to see the suspended Cammy, an evil grin plastered on her face.

"Why, Chun Li, I'm shocked. After all these years, you cannot even recall the voice of the man who killed your father," evil vocalise again.

Although the Interpol agent couldn't identify the source, Ken could. Quite easily. It was this voice that had abused him so many times with various devices of torture: the rack, the electrical currents, the whips and wires. Automatically and instinctively, Ken reached his hands up to Ryu for safety. Ryu complied by picking up his lover and cradling him. He felt the arms go around the back of his neck and the body pull itself closer to his own chest.

"Ken, relax. I promise you, you'll come to no harm," whispered Ryu into his lover's feverish ears.

"Ryu.....it's..." But before he could finish his sentence, a brilliant flash of a violent energy struck him and knocked him completely unconscious.

"Ken!!" Ryu screamed when his friend's brain shorted out, and his body went limp from the assault.

"He is unharmed, Hoshi Ryu. For the time being. Let me welcome you to my new nightmare: Neo Shadowloo!" Bison, looking significantly more powerful than before, stepped out from behind a blinking console.

"Bastard! You should've stayed dead the first time!" Ignoring the female suspended by C-clamps, Chun Li dashed forward towards her target. "You killed my father, pillaged the crops before setting fire to my village! And now you try to extinguish Ryu's love because it isn't meant for your control! I can't forgive you!" The tears dripped silently onto her blue uniform as every epithet of truth escaped her lips. Leaning back, she raised her right leg to waist level, bent at the knee, and focused her chi directly into her waiting foot. "Prepare yourself Bison; your car is about to hit the deck! Ahhhhhhhh Senretsu Kyaku!!!" She called before releasing the pent-up energies in her leg. Chun Li's body launched forward, her muscular thigh kicking out thousands of devastatingly fast and accurate kicks aimed at the madman's head.

"Really child, you expect your insolent little can-can to do me the least bit of damage?" He grunted when he caught Chun Li's foot in his waiting grasp. "Young wretch! Watch what happens to all who oppose me!" Taking her delicately powerful foot in his hand, he wrenched it around until he heard all the bones break with a satisfying "crunch!"

The strongest woman in the world had her world collapsed beneath her in a sequence of sickening crackles and pops, much like a Rice Krispie treat made of flesh and bone. Yet, Chun Li was too proud to call out. Her father, Dohrai, taught her never to cry in battle.

"Daughter, whatever you do in the fight, never lose your concentration to pain. Pain is only of the corporeal world, and thus, demands you to cry out. But you must never do such! Instead, let your spirit disengage to allow your body to continue."

"Hai."

"Now make me proud, daughter."

"Father, I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud this time," she thought as she gritted her teeth down in sheer agony, her defiant eyes glaring at her captor, who still held her ankle in his hand, ready crush the remaining bones into powder. His psychotic eyes returned her gaze with pleasure in her pain.

"You are so beautiful when your eyes are filled with tears, Chun Li. I remember when I destroyed your village, your tears were so beautiful as your father's body burned on that cross conveniently located at the entrance to that hovel," Bison sneered. He enjoyed tormenting the sole heir to Dohrai's legacy. "Prepare to meet your end!"

"Hadouken!" The shining ball of blue energies smacked into Bison's side with the force of a steamroller. Momentarily losing his bearings, Bison's grip on Chun Li's foot was lost, and her body, unconscious from the pain, lay there, helplessly. Her brown eyes, devoid of mind, glared up at Cammy, whose blue irises responded, momentarily breaking her free of Shadowloo's brain washing.

Staring at her opponent, her pupils dilated back to normal size. "Oh no...Chun Li....I'm....forgive me...," she thought as the tears began to well up as she realized that her only chance of escaping Bison had its ankle crushed. Several memories began to rush at her, but they were fractured; imperfect.

"We found her outside the training complex, unconscious. She's awake now, sir, but has evidently suffered complete brain-wipe."

"I see. Take her in then."

"But sir, M16 protocol..."

"Screw the protocol. I've got hands on with this one."

"Yes Colonel Wolfman."

"Hello, Cammy. Today, you'll train with Major Guile of the US Special Forces and Chun Li, an agent from Interpol in China."

" Chun Li....Guile.....Wolfman.."

"You don't have to be scared now, Cammy. You've got a family with us!"

"Yup!"

" You've got a family with us." She remembered the Chinese woman holding her hand out, and the large, muscular, brush-cut man smiling behind her. Cammy blinked. "I've got a family....Chun Li and Guile! And I've betrayed her...my only female friend," she thought. "All right, Cammy, it's time to save your friends." Reaching over, she pressed a button. The clamps and wires released themselves from her head and limbs, allowing her to drop to the floor.

Reaching into her brassiere, she pulled out a red beret, the head ornament of the elite M16. Withdrawing her hand from her hat, she affixed the triangular badge onto her uniform and replaced the beret on her head. Walking up to Bison, she casually tapped him on the shoulder.

" 'Allo, mate!" She kicked him in his stomach when he wheeled around. "You should never have hurt my friends. And now, there'll be 'ell to pay, there will. And I'm the one to do it! This one is for the queen mum!" Cammy cartwheeled and secured her legs around Bison's neck. Focusing her strength into her stomach, she pulled him downwards into a perfect slam upon the metal floor.

"Ah, Cammy. I never thought my control over you would fail," he stood up and grinned, wiping the blood from his chin. Holding the crimson rivulet up for her to see, his expression turned back to his poker-faced psychosis. "I'll make you pay for that! Make you pay by the Goddamn pounds!" Leaping up into the air, he back flipped and charged his hand with Psycho power. "Devil Reverse!" He called as his fist smacked Cammy in her head, rendering her out for the count.

"Cammy!" Shouted Ryu. He was busy tending to Ken's injuries, which, though only psychological, heightened the effects of the virus. A blow from his lover's fist temporarily winded the Shotokan master. Rushing forward, he again focused his energies into his fists. Bringing them together, they became the perfect circuit for the chi to loop through, increasing the power to maximum. "Shinkuu-Hadouken!" The solid beam of aqua-colored determination slammed into Bison's frame.

To no effect.

Shrugging off the blast's stinging sensation, Bison looked up and bared his fangs. His entire body overloaded itself with the combined force of Psycho and Hadou powers. "Big mistake, Hoshi Ryu. You only boosted my resources, and depleted yours."

"He's right," Ryu thought as he bent double, one arm across his chest to steady his own erratic breathing. Turning to face Ken, he smiled at his sleeping companion.

"For once, you are sleeping peacefully," he thought as he took his last glimpse of his lover. "Remember what I promised you?" He asked Ken. "I was gonna protect you always. It's with my last strength that I use my body to shield you from Bison's 'Psycho Crusher'."

"At least your flesh hasn't gone to waste, Hoshi Ryu. But you are right about one thing..... Psycho Crusher!" His body corkscrewed itself in midair and propelled itself towards Ryu. The figure ignited with PsychoHadou power before slamming into his target's spine."

At the same moment Bison made contact with his lover's body, Ken Master's eyes flung open. His Ryu's scream was silent as his body slowly fell to slump over the longer haired Shotokan master.

"No. No. No....not Ryu," Ken sobbed as he cradled his unconscious friend's body in his arms. The choked sobs brought on another spasm of the virus, wracking Ken's body with seizure. He fell unconscious again, convulsing ever so slightly, with his near-dead love in his arms.

"Welcome to my new nightmare. Welcome to Neo Shadowloo," Bison whispered as he called for reinforcements to detain the prisoners in a nearby cell block.

"C....Cammy? You!" She could not believe the M16 agent had suddenly gotten her priorities straightened out. "Traitor!"

"I'm not! Colonel Wolfman gave me a special assignment to undermine the internal government of Shadowloo....under 'The Noir Protocol".

"Really? I thought the M16 had declared it defunct."

"Only to the public, but the policy still remains active. What I didn't expect was that when I returned to Bison, his mind controls would return, albeit weaker than they were before. That's how I was able to buy you time."

Chun-Li looked down at her swollen ankle, expecting to see bone protruding through torn flesh and blood everywhere. Instead she saw it neatly bandaged and stabilized within a field splint made from cloth torn from Cammy's Shadowloo uniform. "My leg," she said, her upper lip trembling. "It was broken when I tried to use the 'Senretsu Kyaku' on Bison. He blocked and twisted it all the way around." She couldn't stop the tears from flowing: one of her most valuable weapons, her left leg, had been crushed. "There's no way we can get out of here in my condition. I've got my leg completely fractured."

"I saw, but fortunately, I keep a syringe with me. I was able to inject a generous portion of my blood into yours. Your leg will be mended fully in about half an hour," Cammy replied, a subtle British grin creeping onto her face. "When Bison re-brainwashed me, he also changed the genetic sequences of my blood. Now it has this strange curative power, which speeds up the healing process in addition to healing Ken's illness." Catching Chun-Li's gaze, she winked happily. "I am more than willing to help your plight to save him, if you want me to."

"Cammy.....thank you," Chun-Li's voice was beginning to waver ever-so-slightly. "How is this possible? Father couldn't resist Bison's mind probes, even after I helped him restore his mentality twice," she thought as the British agent began untying her bonds and helping her to her feet.

"You're my family, Chun-Li, of course I'd help you guys. But first, we gotta save our men! You got your leg back yet?"

She tested it and nodded merrily, wobbling a little as she made her way over to the thick steel door, whose bolts and latches would prove a challenge to take out alone. Listening carefully, she found the weakest point in the portal's structural composition.

"Hey Cammy, think we can knock this thing over?"

"For an M16 and an Interpol operative, that's a cake!"

"Let's go then!"

Facing the door, Chun-Li took her stance and stuck out her palm expectantly. Cammy walked to the door, spun around, and ran in the opposite direction before landing a high-five on her partner's hand, synchronizing their Chi energies so their attacks wouldn't harm each other.

Placing her other palm next to the other, she held them both outwards in a strike position, focusing her energies into her digits, feeling them flood with power

Meanwhile, Cammy did another twirl and sprinted before diving feet-first and spiraling around as her body flooded with the waning Psycho powers Bison had given her.

"Ready?"

"O.K.!"

Their powers were one as they struck the metallic frame.

"Ahhhhh!! Kikkoshou!!"

"Lock on!! Spin Dive Smasher!!"

An immense, blue sphere of collected energies and emotions surrounded Chun-Li and blasted at the joints with its auric fury. At the same time, Cammy's gyrating kick, followed by an upward leg strike coated with the Psycho flame hammered away at the same target. In a few seconds, the thing gave way in a loud explosion of Chi-Psycho powers.

"Haha! Yetta! We did it Cammy!"

"Anything less would be uncivilized. Let's get our friends and take care of Bison once and for all!"

The pair of femmes formidables raced down a darkened corridor to an uncertain future.

"Greetings, Hoshi Ryu. I trust you had a pleasant stay here in this room, yes?" The Shotokan master merely glared at the madman with malicious intent, making the stronger man chuckle.

"Hah! Your looks of hatred mean nothing to me! And you thought you were actually strong? That you actually killed me? For all of your power, you've only managed to kill a clone, who, might I add, was only operating at fifteen percent of total capacity," snarled the man in crimson as he savored Ryu's sudden look of shock.

" Shit! Fifteen percent?!" His frantic mind couldn't comprehend the power Bison now held at his fingertips...literally as the man's body pulsed with an eerie purple aura, the stain left by his abuse of the powers of the mind.

"My knowledge is that you were very proud of yourselves when you defeated it. In reality, however, I am going to defeat you, Hoshi Ryu, and take Ken for my own pleasure." Suddenly noticing Ryu's desperate screams, Bison grabbed hold of the gag and ripped it out of the man's mouth.

"You bastard! If you so much as even touch Ken, I'll...."

"You'll do what? Kill me?"

"Worse."

"Then I had better prepare myself, shouldn't I? Especially if I intend to touch your lover in many ways," Bison laughed more. "More ways then you could ever have thought of. You see, the virus I implanted within Ken is slowly eating away his memories, as well as his moral center. By the time you cure him using Cammy's blood agent, he will be an amnesiac as well as fight you at any chance he gets. And I've made it so that only one using mental powers equal to mine can reverse it."

"I swear to God you will die! Ahhh!" A loud ripping sound was heard as a thick, rough hand grabbed hold of the waistband of his gi and pulled down with considerable force, causing the worn material to shred drastically, exposing Ryu's lower anatomy.

"Now couldn't you be more inventive? Try using one of Akuma's catch phrases, such as "challenge me if you dare, I will crush you" or "your soul is mine". Quite frankly, you aren't in a position to carry out any threat. So, I'll have to threaten you to make up for it. And it wouldn't be at all like me to not carry them out, now would it? Therefore, Hoshi Ryu, suffer!"

Unbuttoning his scarlet pants, he let them slide to his ankles to display the enormous cock that was advancing with menace towards Ryu's anus. Grasping his captive's hips, he thrust weakly, succeeding in gaining the head of his shaft in, but not before meeting some resistance.

"Never! I'll never allow....urk!" His sentence was ended when Bison telepathically blocked off his resistance factor as he eased himself into the tight passageway. Releasing Ryu from momentary sedition, he allowed his prisoner to struggle from the cock on which he was cruelly impaled.

"I never knew....Hoshi Ryu.....I never knew you would be this....tight," Bison gasped as he bucked his hips, ramming his tool further into Ryu, causing him to moan in sheer agony. Entering the man's mind, Bison rummaged around until he stumbled upon the information he sought. "Ah....so Ken hasn't taken you here, yet."

"Stop it!!!"

Grinning as he eased his thick shaft in and out of his struggling prisoner, Bison guffawed heartily at the pain he was inflicting.

"I told you I wanted you to suffer.....ahhh!" He had touched a nodule within Ryu which caused his body to constrict the passageway even more than it already had been. Thrusting in as deep as possible, the dictator shuddered before unleashing his liquid passion into Ryu, whose face was etched deeply with lines of pain. Bison had undoubted torn something physical as well as psychological.

"Ken," he thought, his waning thoughts struck out to his best friend and lover in desperation for aid. "I'm sorry I let him do this to me....." He moaned loudly to himself as he felt the last of Bison's glutinous outpourings saturate his innards.

"Of course, you'd think I'd let you go after this; that I would just leave? Think again. Your torture has only begun," said Bison as he began another assault within Ryu.

"S-stop," he pleaded, feeling the gigantic organ rub within him again. He screamed when his captor thrust deeply within him, deeper than ever before.

The blood dripped steadily, lubricating Bison's cock as he came again within the furnace of Ryu again.

"Ugghnnn......where am I?" His eyes groggily focused on the large figure standing in front of him, the familiar logo of a cracked skull on two wings sparkled in the lab that was illuminated by those bright halogen lamps. One of which was shining directly in his face, preventing the full horror from encapsulating his drugged mind and fear from taking hold.

"You are in my keep." As if suddenly realizing his whereabouts at the sound of Bison's all-too familiar voice.

"You! How is this possible?!" Ken's gently brown eyes cleared fully as the effects of the drug fully cleared from his brain. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Insolent youth!" Bison's strong, rough hand slammed into Ken's cheek, harshly snapping his face to the extreme right. His obscene laughter reverberated around the room as he iris less eyes saw the blood trickling out of the corner of his captive's mouth. Kneeling down in front of the struggling man, he brushed back the long, red-blond strands and licked the blood away. "Mmmnnhh, I know you liked that as much as I did."

Ken squirmed uncomfortably in the steel chair as the dictator's wet, coarse tongue made its way up to his earlobe gently before catching it gently with his teeth. He couldn't stop the tears that were flowing freely now, delighting his torturer with their saltiness of hatred and fear.

"Stop it, Bison, or you'll be sorry," his strong words had no backing other than his own cracking speech, under distress from the choking sobs which somehow made their way up to his trachea.

"That's not going to happen while you're here. If anything, I am going to have you any way I want you. Forever!" He enjoyed Ken's struggling flesh within the crimson gi, and felt a surge as he placed a flat, callused hand on Ken's muscular chest and stroked it down until he reached the waistband.

"N-no....," his tearstained face looked away as the dictator's fingered the belt before sliding through the knot that held it closed. It came apart, making a "fwup" sound as it hit the floor; a black pile of the now-useless fabric that was supposed to protect his chastity. "Only....," he paused. "Only Ryu."

"Oh-ho! Hoshi Ryu? Ha! He didn't last a minute," Bison chuckled merrily as he squeezed Ken's groin painfully and shot him a grimace, complete with clenched teeth.

"What do you mean? What did you do to him?! I swear if you hurt him I'll," shouted Ken, completely forgetting his tears. Greenish sparks started to collect around him, but with his hands bound and Bison's hand massaging his penis, he couldn't channel that energy into any part of his trembling body.

" I didn't do anything; which is more than I can say for clone number eight. I'm positive Ryu was very accommodating to him. In fact, they should be finishing up right about...... now."

At the precise moment in the adjoining room, clone number eight had just finished climaxing for the twentieth time. The blood from Ryu's wound dripped out of the opening slowly, and pooled around his buttocks.

"At any rate, it is nothing compared to what I am going to do to you!" With that, Bison grasped Ken's pants and pulled them off; the scarlet fabric shredding into a million pieces and flying into the re-circulated air like blind butterflies. He grasped the firmness of Ken's sex and wrapped his lips around it.

"No....please?" Ken whimpered as Bison continued to stroke his cock with his tongue. In response, Bison only took in more of his length, half-swallowing the shaft. Ken's face blushed slightly as his mind forced his hips to move in steady rhythm with the strokes.

Just before he was about to come, Bison withdrew and dropped his pants to his ankles. Pulling Ken up to him, he slid into him effortlessly. Plunging down to the hilt, Ken's eyes shut tightly and his head was thrust back as he himself shuddered as he had the most violent orgasm of his life.

"Ryu.....forgive me....he forced me," Ken thought as his mind completely shut itself down.

"You see, you are mine after all." Placing his hand on Ken's head, he forced his Psycho powers inside and took hold of the various neurons dealing with autonomy before wiping them out.

"Bring Ryu to the throne room, I want him to see my Ken."

"Yes, sir."

A very exhausted, and very bloodied Ryu, bound in chains, was forced into the throne room of the dictator, and pushed down onto his knees, kneeling before evil incarnate.

"Ah, Hoshi Ryu, you are here at last."

"...."

"You must be wondering where Ken is, correct?"

"...bastard," Ryu swore in his native tongue, his deep, brown eyes filling with quiet rage.

"Really? Well, anyway, here he is." Bison clapped his mighty hands together and a door was opened. Out stepped a man. A man wearing a black Shadowloo guardian outfit; though unlike Cammy's, it had pants and the small, yellow necktie was absent. The man, walked silently over to Bison before encircling the man's neck with his powerful arms and sitting down on the dictator's lap. Leaning over, he planted his lips onto Bison's thin mouth and probed its recesses generously with his tongue.

"Ken!" Ryu shouted, struggling to his feet. Instantly, the Shadowloo guards were upon him, forcing him back down. Emotionless, gentle brown eyes regarded him curiously. "What have they done to you?!"

"Same thing that was done to Cammy White."

"You asshole!! I'll make you.....urk!" His sentence was interrupted with an orb of violet psycho energy. His lover blinked indifferently as Ryu's body hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Take him away and lock him up in the lab. Then, leave us. I want to have more fun with Ken."

"Yes, sir."