A Deadly Kind of Love

I don't own Street Fighter or Vega, just this story and Curare.

A/N: This is a collaboration fic with Maki. Hope you all enjoy. If you don't like, don't read.

“A Deadly Kind of Love”

Chapter One~ ‘Assassination’

‘There something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Controlling, Confusing
A self-control I feel is never-ending…’

- Linkin Park


I have always loved the desert for it was the place of my birth and being in Cairo was no different. I was home. It was easy to get lost in the city of pharaohs for the authorities who relentlessly pursued me had never seen my face. The shroud that I wore concealed my identity for a number of reasons, mainly because of what had happened to me in the past. I was only a child when I witnessed my family’s murder at the hands of militants for my father had chosen to remain loyal to the exiled Shah of Iran. If it had not been for my mother pushing me to the floor just as the beasts opened fire upon her, my sisters, and brother, I too would have been a victim of the ayatollah. I had made a promise to my dear ones that I would avenge their deaths and so far, I had kept my promise. All the men involved had paid with their lives for their sin against me…all except for one. He was the man who had slashed my father’s throat then ordered his men to shoot the rest of my family. This night their cries for justice will be quench upon his death at my hand…with my blade. The desert will hear the cries of his death before all falls silent.

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Perched on the ledge of a bank that faced the US Embassy I watched as diplomats, bankers, and other politicians entered the building for a party in honor of the UN secretary of finance. They were nothing more than hypocrites if you asked me. Believing that their money and power would protect them from harm, with one exception, they hadn’t met me. Silent Death…the poison of life. From the time I was thirteen, my benefactor had given me the name ‘Curare’, the name of a highly toxic poison that acted quickly and silently. The very mention of my name struck fear into those who knew their time in this life was ending. I never missed a target, even more reason for those with wicked hearts to be afraid. I let my thoughts drift until the Iranian motorcade passed beneath me and I saw him. Little did he know that his life would end this night and perhaps that was for the best. I liked it when they didn’t see it coming, made my job all the more interesting.

Standing up as he entered the embassy, I gripped the hilt of my scimitar tightly. After years of waiting, I was about to deliver him into the hands of the devil. Leaping down to the next landing, I took a running start before jumping along the ledges of various buildings that surrounded the embassy. If my memory served me correctly, a skylight led directly down into the rotunda. Once I was on top of the US Embassy building, I peered down into the rotunda and saw him yet again. The beast who had caused me so much suffering and pain at an early age…


The gala was in full swing as I watched and waited for the perfect moment to make my entrance into the ballroom. There was a huge fountain directly below; the water would help cushion my landing before I made my way over to his table. As all the guests were being seated, I began to cut a hole in the glass of the skylight that would make it easier for me to gain entrance without risking too much glass flying. The glass was heavier than I cared to admit as I put it aside on the rooftop and stood on the edge of the freshly cut rim, waiting for him to take his seat. The moment he did, I let myself drop down through the hole I had cut, the scarf of my shroud flying behind me as I landed in the top tier of the fountain. People had begun to scream and run away from the fountain and a pulled off a twisting back flip and landed on a table. Security guards burst through the doors, guns drawn. It was show time.

I ran across the tabletops with my scimitar firmly grasped in both hands towards him. His eyes widened with fear as I neared him, shots from the security guards’ guns filled the air but they were not going to stop me from doing what I came here to finish. One guard, who decided to stand in my way, ended up losing his hand and having my foot planted firmly in his face. The diplomats seated next to beast who had caused so much hurt to me began to scream and move away but he didn’t move a muscle. He knew that it was judgment day with Allah was here. I jumped up and landed on top of the table before him. Several guards were running to get to me before I completed my act but they were too slow. I raised my weapon and cleanly took his head from his shoulders before they had the chance to get to me. The gunfire began again as I darted for the window to make my escape. Taking several throwing knives from the pack that I carried around my waist, I threw them at the four that were firing at me. One man was hit in the hand, while one was hit in the neck, another between the eyes, and the fourth in the chest. I took a few steps up the walk, grabbed a hold of the window ledge and pulled myself out of the embassy. Taking the fire escape, I ran up to the rooftop only to be stopped yet again by some asshole thinking he could take me on. At first, I thought he was with the security team but his dress was way off. Dressed in a pair of purple knickers with a yellow strip going down each leg, white hose, and a red sash around his waist he looked more like an underdressed matador since he was not wearing a jacket or shirt. His long blond hair was gathered back into a thick long braid that ended below his waist and a mask covered his face. ‘A little early for Halloween, if you ask me,’ I thought.

“You just stole my hit, you little bitch,” he said to me in his Spanish accented English. This guy was truly Prince Charming. “Guess I’ll just have to settle with tearing you to pieces.”

I heard footsteps coming up the fire escape and here was this arrogant bastard blocking my escape. He left me with no choice. When he lunged at me, I dodged and rolled to the side. He stopped mere inches from the ledge of the building before turning to face me. When he hesitated is when I saw my chance to take him out. I ran at him before jumping and planting my foot in the middle of his chest and knocking him off the rooftop and into the darkness below. I then leapt the next rooftop as a heavy thud hit one of the overflowing dumpsters. My revenge had been fulfilled. I then disappeared into the cool desert night…