** One day later, Vibora’s manner, Barcelona, Spain **

Pain, confusion and immense disorientation, these feelings…god, what the hell happened? Mmm, I only remember…oh f**k…” The woman thinks and slowly opens her eyes, her eyes flutter slowly and brown cornea are revealed to intense white light, her pupils, still dilated shrink quickly and she immediately shuts her eyes as her eyes burn.

The woman winces as small tears are shed from the corners of her eyes, the body reacting to the pain in her eyes. She exhales tiredly and slowly opens her eyes, blinking several times before her eyes adjust to the light.

“I’m alive? How do I live? Or rather I should ask why I am still alive and not pushing daisies...” The woman wonders out loud, rising painfully to a sitting position, she lifts her hand to her forehead, and winces involuntarily. She runs her fingers gently over a large bruise and then looks down at her body.

She’s only in her undergarments, her clothes nowhere to be seen, her body is bandaged once more, where they should’ve been shred, and her skin clean where it should be blemished by dry blood and sweat. Even more confusing is that fact her skin is slightly sticky and warm from oil, aromatic oil, her body emitting a soft jasmine odor.

“This is too odd…what’s that woman scheming to do with me, It’s almost as if I’m being cleaned and oiled for a purpose, as if, I’m a gift or package…” the woman thinks and then looks down and runs her fingers over what she is sitting on.

“Silk, expensive, I daresay Egyptian silk…and this bed…” she thinks and then gets off the bed she sits on, the minute she touches the floor with her feet she involuntarily shudders, the floor is made of marble, and the stony surface is freezing cold.

She looks around the room, her brown eyes scanning it quickly, the woman taking in any unusual objects or possible means of escape. She tilts her head sideways as she turns toward the upper left corner of the ceiling; a security camera is surveying her.

Her eyes narrow as she walks up to it slowly and sneers “You’ll regret leaving me alive Spaniard…this I promise…” The woman whispers under her breathe in Japanese, “Never give a Shinobi a second chance…” She utters under her breath and charges her fist with Ki, ramming it into the camera.

Her fist collides against the metallic object and brings it crashing into the wall, the video recording device being torn out of the small pedestal in which it laid only seconds ago.

She lowers her gaze and focuses her eyes on the floor, she could still hear the final and venomous whisper of her captor, “You lose…” She had said to the woman. The phrase echoed in the young lady’s mind, repetitively in a mocking manner.

Then an explosion of pain engulfed her, focused at her forehead, one which sent her head whipping back so powerfully she had hit the floor with the back of her head; then everything went black, silent and serene.

She was sure her days amongst the living were over at that moment of pain, but it seems she was destined to survive for some odd reason, she would not question it, moreover, she’d use it to her advantage, it was her chance; her second chance to complete what she had originally came here for and she’d be d*mned before overlooking this priceless opportunity.

** Meanwhile, Elsewhere in the manner, upper floors **

“Ah…Kagami San, this is truly a pleasure…I take you’ve called to arrange the exchange, yes?” Alexis’ soft and slightly low voice whispers seductively through a black receiver of a Cellular phone.

“Hmm…Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk Sugar, I’m an assassin not some one time night of fun in one of your cheap clubs, that’s way too low to pay for the prodigal disciple of the infamous Shadow assassin himself, moreover since she’s the heir of Geki’s mighty ninja empire.” Ibuki whispers, mmming lightly in a content manner as she leans her head back against the cool surface of her bathing tub.

Her body was bruised and painful, but she had applied some herbal treatment to ease the pain, and had used some oriental ointments and Chi techniques to deal with the blemishing of her graceful face, she was lucky she remembered her mask, for it toned down the damage to it, and left only small bruises to add to a blow which made her blow bleed, she was afraid it was fractured, but it turned out only to be traumatized by the intensity of the blow.

She sighs heavily and shuts her eyes, the warm bubbling water of her Jacuzzi removing all tension from her weary and beaten body, the water caressing her skin in its warm swirling waves, sending chills up her spine and a soft moan of pleasure through the bowels of her throat.

“Not good enough Kagami dearest, the little bitch almost killed me…I want a confiscation bonus…a very generous one…” Vibora utters lowly into the speaker, her lips curling into a naughty smile

She laughs lightly and dips her head lightly in the warm water for a moment before exhaling heavily and shutting her eyes as she settles back into the lavish tub. “As much as I...adore your assets, I appreciate an additional financial fee,” She slurs softly into the receiver.

She listens intently and chuckles lightly as she hears the frustrated sigh of the man on the other side of the receiver “Oh, c’mon there tiger, I’m sitting her in my bath, all wet, soapy and hot…waiting for my payment, don’t keep me waiting with your reluctance…it’s a small price for repaying the death of your father…isn’t it?” She asks, her tone soothing and convincing.

”Now I have you…you little piglet…yes, now you are at my whim…and so are those beautiful bundles of green paper, all sitting in your possession and waiting for me…” she thinks.

“Now you’re talking my language Kagami san, I know you’re in town…why don’t you come and join me, I’m sure you need a post flight bath…and I did say I was waiting…for you, didn’t I? I’m sure we can, confiscate for my bonus, with one of my own crafting, yes?” She whispers in a low, very seductive tone, a smug grin plastered on her face.

She then leans back and turns off the cell phone and laughs, “This is just too marvelous, I play with the urges of that foolish baby and get three times the payment I would’ve with the same favors with his old man. Hmm…perhaps I should thank that ninja for killing the father…and for once granting me a true duel, though she almost had me there…” she muses and rubs her abdomen lightly, running her fingers over some scratches left from the encounter, before ignoring the notion.

“I wonder if she took the humiliation well…heh, I will enjoy that Katana joining my weapon collection, it’s texture and weight are perfect, a true artistic blade, thank you so much my dear little ninja…” She muses in a cynical tone.

“She’s given me so…much, perhaps I should repay her kindness. Should I? Hmm…nah…I’ll repay her enough by stalling her return to the Yakuza…and her ultimate demise by several hours…of course pampering myself at her expense is my first motive, but since it helps her too, that is more than enough…” Vibora thinks and dips herself in the water, content with her latest plight.

** Elsewhere, rented apartment, 20 miles away **

“Sensei, the target has summoned the Yakuza to her manor, what should we do next?” A voice utters in humble Japanese, a figure kneeling forth on one knee before a figure shroud in shadows.

“Bide your time, I want you to apprehend the assassin right after she has concluded her sexual encounter with the Yakuza, kill him, but leave her alive, she had spared Ibuki, despite the fact she delivered a crushing blow to her honor,” The figure speaks in a cold and commanding voice.

“Hai Sensei! It shall be done” the figure speaks and brings both hands together and bows in an honoring gesture before the figure. Then the figure rises to its feet and steps into some dim light breeching the room through the thin spaces between the shutters.

It is a ninja, a Shinobi ninja by the uniform, sleeveless black, and the unmistakable mask shape and small symbol over the man’s heart, threaded in almost the same nocturnal shade, only slightly emphasized if you look close enough.

The figure vanishes into the figure and leaves its superior in the room. “Stupid child! What’re you trying to prove or do! You were destined to lose, with your prior injuries…why did you still tease fate, why do you make so much effort in these bizarre tasks? I won’t stand aside silently as you push yourself far too hard niece, it’s time I spoke to you, and settle this, once and for all…” The figure also known as Geki thinks, the notorious and infamous Assassin, obviously worried for Ibuki.

Geki’s eyes then soften and he sighs, dropping the cold façade which engulfs him almost at all times and sits down, crossing his legs and shutting his eyes. “Why do you hide information from me? Why do you shy my help? I must know, and where is your mother…she’s been missing for months, if these two enigmas are twined I know not, but soon, I shall find out…this enigma of your actions has perplexed me for months know and I tire of it, It’s time you lay down all the cards on the table Ibuki…it’s that time…” he thinks and then exhales softly, slowly sinking into his meditation.

** Underground Mi6 complex, Cornwall, South West England **

Jason sits alone, against the cell wall, his head leaning against the cold granite. If he willed so he could probably escape this complex, his power was beginning to return to him, his auto repair systems beginning to have some use, perhaps that was Xavier’s plan all along.

He didn’t know what that psycho was up to, and frankly at this point he didn’t care much, he was only following orders, he understood at last just how weak and meaningless he was, nothing but a little pawn in Xavier’s master plan, expendable enough if he pushed his luck.

They had left him here, and went off to plan on ways to crack him open and divulge into his mind, they would find the feat impossible, there was a backdoor defense mechanism, he was bound to X’s mind, when he hurt, X knew.

And he knew X would wipe his memory clean and activate the self destruction sequence before he’d let his plan fall into the hands of the enemy, not that the plan would help them, for he knew little of it, X trusted no one but himself.

“Fools, they have no idea what’s in store for them…” Jason utters under his breath, he knew exactly how dangerous his lord was, and knew only a psychic of high level, or a very cunning and resilient warrior could beat him, and these three and their superiors haven’t even an ounce of what it’d take to bring X down.

He wondered just what his master was planning. He had no idea what it was, but it had to be very big, for X had been hidden in his quarters planning and monitoring for many weeks and months now, what nasty surprise and wildcard he carried only he knew.

”Jason…Awaken my creation…” X’s voice utters quietly into his mind, Jason’s eyes snap open and he sits up, his attention perking to the sound of his master’s voice.

Jason thinks his reply “I’m ready milord, what is your command?” Jason asks mentally, shutting his eyes once more and concentrating on the cold and commanding voice now engulfing all his attention, the essence and being of his master filling his mind.

“Excellent my minion…soon, Reeve will come for you, escape under the cover of fire while making maximum enemy casualties on your way out…If one of the three street fighters tries to stop you, kill him or her, but only one, I want them demoralized, not dead…I need them yet…clear?” X’s voice asks in a commanding no nonsense tone.

Jason confirms he has understood mentally and X’s essence extracts out of his mind. The Cyborg menace grins evilly and leans back against the wall, his mood lifting at the notion of upcoming bloodshed.

“At last…I can kill one of those…I know how as well, I know exactly how and when, for when they come to move me to a more secure area of the base, thinking these little chains will hold me, I’ll strike…yes…strike that little maggot down…” Jason thinks and insane glee and anticipation glitters in his mechanical eyes.

**Back in the Basement cell**

The woman crosses her arms and sits back down on the bed, sighing through pursed lips “You have won this battle it seems, but I am not vanquished it seems, and I shall bide my time, and get out of your clutches, for you are not going to get the better of me as well, I have enough taunting figures and manipulators surveying and using me for a life time, and I definitely won’t add you to that list too, Alexis….” The woman exclaims softly under her breath

She remembers the battle, fierce and quick, mentally revising over the bloody bout as she brings her legs to her chest, hugging herself for warmth and placing her face on her legs, she knew her captor was wise, and didn’t expect the Spanish assassin to leave her any means of leaving her prison.

She looks at herself and bites her lower lip, she knew exactly what message Vibora had sent her by stripping her like this, this woman was a shadow warrior, a ninja and now she was stripped of all her most essential weapons and gear.

This theft of her uniform and weapons was nothing less than a echoing slap to the ninja’s face her in the face and more so smack of salt over her wounds, rubbing the salt over the fact of her near defeat.

She as a ninja, defeated and deprived of her ancestral gear and uniform was nothing but a fallen warrior, until she retrieved them she would never be reaccepted into her clan, and this is probably what the Spanish vixen was aware of and finding amusing and worthwhile as a trophy for her victory.

The woman grits her teeth and looks forward, her eyes locking on the thick chrome door of metal, most likely steel, her eyes narrowing into two angry slits as her eyes brows tick.

She would get her stuff back and escape this place with the venom blade part, or lose her life this time, but she doubted this would happen, no more niceties this time, she would not be beaten again.

“I, Ibuki Hasigawa, Ninja of the Shinobi vow to redeem my honor, I cannot afford, and will not accept, defeat once more, the debt shall be repaid…” The woman, also known as Ibuki vows under her breath.

She then looks around the room, looking for any means of escape, if none were available she’d bide her time, though time was not on her side, there are times when you have no choice but to wait and react accordingly.

** Across the continent, Rose’s manor, Venice Italy **

The wind blows softly, caressing the earth in a maternally gentle touch, its soft whistle gracing the night air with a serene symphony of nature. The stars twinkle gently as pearls in a dark stagnant sea of black.

Upon the mountains above the famous city lay a mansion, hidden and secluded. No man dared approach it, for the rumors have claimed it to be haunted with the specter of voluptuous female woman, with purple hair and eyes.

Truthfully this woman was no ghost, she was flesh and blood, muscle and bone, skin and hair, alive and kicking as the phrase says, but the rumors helped keep this lady’s privacy and seclusion, and she was thankful for that fact.

This woman was known only by the alias of Rose, psychic mistress and tarot card reader, a world renowned power of good and enigma. Now she sits on the veranda of her lavish adobe and peers down at the breathtaking scenery.

Her violet eyes are soft and warm, subtle edges of moisture lining over them as she inhales shakily, leaning back into the chair she sits on, her back sinking lightly against the soft texture of the expensive fabric.

Last night, when she had battled with the Psychic envoy of the council, Richter, the guardian and executioner of the will of the circle, it had ignited long dormant emotions, fueled by the immense injustice she had been fed years ago.

It all started when one of the council at the time, a man named Krakoff willed to rule the council, to do so he tried to utilize Bison, her late husband and one of the most powerful of psychics of all times by kidnapping Rose, his wife and blackmailing him.

Rose, being an equal to Bison in terms of power managed to escape, weak and in pain, narrowly escaping with her life. The atrocious and despicable act ignited bloodlust and rage in the heart of the young psychic known as Bison and he in turn faced Krakoff and killed him in mortal combat.

What he didn’t know was inside the corrupt and decadent soul of the psychic he slew laid a dormant power, long forgotten and extremely powerful. This being had no name, its past shroud in shadows and mist, but all psychic knew its dreadful power.

This power was soon dubbed the psycho power and all beings who held it in their auras and soul were deemed to death, known to be plagued by the evil power inside, unable to resist it for the seductive urge to unleash rage in a powerful way was too strong to be resisted, no psychic, human or otherwise has ever been accounted as resilient to it’s effect.

Meanwhile, in reaction the council, oblivious to the fact and Bison and Rose’s side of the story blamed Bison for murder of a council member and deemed him a traitor. Bison enraged but not willing to shed the blood of his brethren at the time retreated into the shadows, unknowing to the evil irony fate was soon to hand him.

He left, leaving Rose behind, for he wanted not to endanger their unborn child, conceived only hours prior to Krakoff’s death. He and Rose found out in exile and in the months of her pregnancy Bison's soul sank deeper and deeper into the depths of despair and bitterness as he knew his happiness was gone.

His psyche faltered and cracked as darkness filled the shattered soul and rebuilt it anew into a monstrous manifestation. He soon turned into a vile man, a man so loathsome he had no mercy and he became the avatar of the dormant essence who had now gained full dominance over him.

When the council found out Rose bore the child of the new menace, a child born of the corrupt seed of evil, they ordered her to kill her unborn child once it was born, wary for her own safety but not willing to let another dark one rise to power.

Rose could not abide that request, she loved both Bison and the child slowly growing within in, after labor, the child she took and hid in the shadow world, escaping from the council until she could find her love, when she did, she was horrified by the extent of the metamorphosis he undertook.

His graceful and handsome figure had shifted to a dark and menacing shell which evil leaked out of from every possible cell in his body, yet her child in mind she pleaded before her lover to take her back.

She could see this man before her was not the man she loved so, she was devastated, yet in desperation she clung to the past and pleaded frantically for him to save the child. The new man known now as Bison, agreed to take the child, some shards of his past psyche lingering yet, then he vanished and left Rose in shambles, for she knew, her life would never be happy again.

The memories sting hard and Rose shuts her eyes tightly, bringing her legs to her chest and hugging them, curling into a ball and burying her face upon them, all her long since silenced emotions now returning with vengeance.

** Meanwhile, Osaka, Japan **

Two souls, twined by blood, bond by honor, torn by tragedy, two siblings stand alone, alone in the dark and shadowy streets of Osaka. Together they move, together they traverse stealthily through the night.

The prey is fleeing, escaping almost desperately from the pursuing hunters. One of the two nods once and the other nods back, one cutting off the line of pursuit and turning into a side alley.

The fleeing man keeps on running, he pants and coughs lightly, his muscles beginning to ache and protest at the physical extrusion, he couldn’t keep this up for much longer, suddenly a figure steps out of the shadows, he curses them for they had blocked him off, a blow hits him and sends him reeling, his momentum sending him catapulting forward and crashing into the ground.

“What do you bastards want?!” The man asks as he coughs, spitting saliva and looking into the shadows fearfully, freaking out as he cannot see his pursuers anywhere.

“We want the money you stole from our clan back, you little maggot” A sharp feminine voice hisses coldly in a menacing venom laced voice.

“What clan? What in god’s name are you…” he begins before a kick rams into his back and causes him to groan painfully and holds his back. “Do not lie to my sister little maggot, we know the truth…” a steely male voice hisses from the blanket of darkness.

“I really dun…” he begins before a kick rams into his midsection and makes him reel and bend into a ball, holding his abdomen painfully. A hand yanks him by the collar and two dark eyes pierce into his soul.

He sees part of a black oriental dragon tattooed on the person’s left temple and the color runs from his face as he shivers “No…the Shinobi…they killed you all in the great clan war!” he says fearfully.

“Partially correct little man, they missed a spot, now give us the codes to our account, the one you stole from master Shingari…or you’ll regret the day life was bestowed on your corrupt and stinking carcass." The male ninja exclaims menacingly.

“You’re insane…that money is Geki’s now…” He pants and gulps some bile and spit. Another hand grabs his hair and his head is yanked backwards. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, you’re dead anyhow, the question is, do we do it mercifully or slowly, either way, your days of living have ended…so why endanger your family as well, that lovely young woman and her two beautiful children…” the female voice hisses in his ear and a hand rams into his abdomen.

He grits his teeth as the fist collides against his ribcage, slightly falling into the iron strong grip, the angry brown eyes piercing and melting through him. He knew Geki would never stoop to that, but these were Black dragon, they were devoid of any sense of justice and honor and thus he has not choice but to relinquish his knowledge.

“International bank of Tokyo, account number 33221, code is: 2…1…3…5…6…” the man admits weakly, his eyes slightly shut as pain runs through him.

“Thank you very much Mr. Sanders, goodbye” The male voice says and finger jab into his neck, pressing on some pressure points before turning violently sideways, his neck snapping with a sickening cracking sound.

Then he’s dropped to the ground, slumping limply against the concrete surface. “Now Mei, all we need to do is get to our cousin Ibuki” The male ninja says.

“Hai, once she’s dead and the Shinobi are disoriented, while they battle the Yakuza, we’ll slowly rebuild our lost clan, then, deal with Geki, one way or another…won’t we hwang?” The female ninja asks sweetly. A nod and wink follow her question.

Then footsteps draw near and they vanish into the night, unseen, together, on their way to their next destination, on their way to complete the next part of the plan.

** Meanwhile, across the world, above the Mediterranean Sea **

Reeve is sitting alongside around half a dozen men, all of them wear sunglasses, black shades which conceal their eyes, equally all of them are wearing casual clothing and sitting in frightening silence, inhuman in its way.

Reeve sighs and leans back into his seat, the plane is immensely comfortable, Xavier’s funds allowing him to easily purchase such a lavish privet Jet. Reeve, though being a loyal and ruthless trooper of unyielding skill and prowess can’t help but feel nervous.

He was about to attack one of Mi6's adobes, a maximum security complex somewhere secluded region of Cornwall, a rural region set at the most southern west part of England.

Now that notion on its own account had no kind of intimidating factor on the cold blooded mercenary, but the fact three of the most dangerous law enforcing warriors in the world would be there was another story entirely.

“I hope that IRA contact will have the guns and gear he promised…I’d hate to have to go through those crazy Irish as well,” Reeve mutters and leans back into his seat, peering sideways at the motionless Cyborgs beside him.

They were on route to Gatwick international airport, from there Xavier’s IRA contacts promised transportation to the close vicinity of the underground complex in the beach faring side of Cornwall.

He shuts his eyes and sighs tiredly, he hated working with Cyborgs, while deadly and efficient in ways that human mercenaries could only dream of. Yet ultimately he couldn’t stand them for their coldness and silence was unsettling, they were nothing less than a mobile humanoid weapon.

And Xavier’s men were nothing less than that, implanted with training programs and strategic data from the best military databases in the world these machines could anticipate a foe’s move before he even thought of it by the way he moved or looked around.

The only way to outsmart these killers was to be random and unexpected, do something completely unreasonable which defies pure logic, and he had the twisting and unsettling feeling in the bottom of his gullet that the people at Mi6 would figure this out, hopefully he could free Jason by then, for with him on his side Reeve knew they’d walk out of there alive.

He picks up his cell phone and punches in a number; his international mobile, encoded and secure quickly working on the cellular waves of Shadowlaw’s personal satellites, connecting him to the wanted client, one Ralph McMahon, IRA field officer in England.

“Ralph, this is Hawk 1, have you brought us the merchandise?” Reeve asks monotonously in a down to business tone. He nods as he listens to the answer “We’re near Gatwick now, meet us at the gate in 1 hour, don’t be late, don’t be early, 1 hour, bring the stuff and I’ll bring your reward,” Reeve says quietly before disconnecting the call.

There was no need for niceties; this was business, and important business at that, Xavier made it clear what he wanted and Xavier always got what he wanted, or heads would roll and that’s not a situation Reeve was willing to descend to, he liked his head just where it was on his shoulders.

“We strike in 6 hours gentlemen, so run over the plans or whatever you do before you strike” Reeve says, glancing sideways at the robots.

All he receives as an answer is a nod from each Cyborg. “They don’t talk much do they? Oh well, no time for that, I just hope we get in and out quickly, I got no will to tangle with those three crazy Street fighters.” Reeve mutters and tells the pilot to begin descending toward the airport.

** Back on the Veranda in Rose’s manor **

The council enraged and feeling betrayal in her actions, decided to punish her, they forced her to vow with blood and soul to pay for her actions by killing the one she loves, one day, they bound her to their will cruelly and painfully, bending her to their power and she, such a naïve fool thought their judgment was right, that they would redeem her and she could go on once her sins are repented for.

Oh how naive she was…so terribly naïve and how dearly she paid for this naivety, with her happiness, her sanity, her soul, all was now lost, and inside, only cracks and emptiness lining over a dead heart, the enormity of her woe was unbearable and she allowed tears to flow down her eyes, for it had been many a year since she had recounted all these sad notions.

And underneath the sorrow, between the cracks and fissures in her soul, Rose felt a boiling rage bubble and ignite. For many years lying dormant and suppressed reality and the true meaning of what she had endured struck her with the force of a tsunami, and now, all dams began to break down.

Why should she have mercy? Did they have mercy on her? Did they leave her a choice when they manipulated her to their will then tossed her into a dark cell in the hands of a psychopathic sex maniac which had destroyed all she ever revered, all her belief and love for her people?

No, they did not, they tossed her treated her like nothing less than excrement and that fact made her heart bleed beyond anything, she had betrayed all she loved for them, believing in them and they in turn repaid her with such a ghastly and unfair fate.

She understood their actions but never did she side with them, for she had managed to hold the psychic essence with her soul, so pure and just, so lively and merciful. But never more, she would now descend to the depths of their vile, selfish and inconsiderate ways and make them pay, she would make them suffer as she did and repay them with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, for what they made her do, kill her love and lose her son and manipulate her to their will, it wouldn’t be forgiven and forgotten, not this time.

She rises, the tears drying up as she looks angrily at the moonlight and clenches her fists tightly, she would use the power they so cowered before, she would let them taste the bitter taste of defeat and cold touch of death, she would teach those degenerates the lesson they had eluded for so many years.

She feels the power, the forbidden fruits of sin and darkness coil around her soul and feed it with rage and bitterness, her heart swelling and blackening like coal under the venom of the vile essence she had beaten for so long.

Her eyes fill with fire, literally a dark violet surge surrounding her, as she shivers and convulses and she lets go of her regret and fears and lets the power flood her, the beckoning voice which had whispered in her mind for years getting stronger and bolder.

“Yes! Now we shall teach them! You and I! ALL OF THEM! One by one! We shall make everyone pay!” it echoes in her mind as she screams as her power begins to rage beyond control coiling and twining her soul and body as her eyes begin to lose their human look and her pupils and cornea are erased by raging energy.

She falls to her knees, shuddering and gritting her teeth to silence her screams, enduring the pain and allowing it to fill her, knowing it will give her the power she needed to make all the sinners pay for her foiled fate, rewritten first by Krakoff and the by the circle, now she would rewrite theirs, to however she saw fit.

She had weighed her options for too many years, it was time to grasp her power, be confident and finally take the reigns of her fate, forget about ideals fed to her from youth, find the truth uniquely hers, but she alas knows not that she has once again given another the control of her destiny, or perhaps she knows of it and prefers it and the option to take out the cankers who had ruined her with her as she descends deeper and deeper into the welcoming darkness and soothing voice .

She then stands up, her eyes now devoid of emotions, cold and piercing, full of unholy violet light, the power of evil had finally found its ultimate bearer, the one it had sought, the chosen one to give it the power to tear down all the foundation of good and return with glory into the world.

For the fears of Bison would soon be erased and forgotten, for the essence who had no name was at last satisfied, for a pure soul corrupted, a psychic of resilience will and power beyond others was finally ensnared by it. Now it was time, time to unleash its full potential.

Rose, the psychic now sharing her soul with the frightening parasitical being she had locked away was tired of being good, tired of being merciful, she would not relinquish herself and her will for another ever again, not this time, the time of reckoning was at hand, and she planned to take full advantage of it.

“Prepare yourselves you cowardly mongrels, I’m back!” Rose shouts into the air as her new found power coils around her, the power welcoming and intoxication, her eyes vibrant and glowing with anticipation and bloodlust, and it’d be wise to pity the fool who’d stand in her path.