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Broken	By : MysticDarkness13 Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 4180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is a fic I wrote a long time ago but never posted. I’m thinking of revising this along with my other stories but I’m not sure yet. I’ve been away on a long hiatus and I am returning, slowly to pour all my ideas here. Thanks for reading and please review.
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A breeze rusted the leaves on a nearby tree. The young man put his hands in his jacket pockets. Another chilly breeze blew strands of his hair into his face. He pushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes and sighed.
‘Of all nights for me to decide to walk....’ He thought to himself.
It was autumn, the wind carried a chill that indicated a harsh winter was approaching. He put his hands in his jacket pockets as he continued to walk down the block. The streets were mainly deserted except for a few stray cars on the road and late workers hurrying home. The streets were silent and the only sound audible was that of dried leaves caught in the wind. He wanted to hurry home; these streets could get dangerous at night. Not that he was worried; he was just too tired to get into the types of fights he used to welcome.
He was starting to really wish he had his car…besides the usual attachment he had to his vehicle, he was just tired of walking. He frowned at himself. He knew he shouldn’t be complaining, the walk wasn’t too long and it could be worse, it was no one’s fault but his own that he was walking. He’d decided to walk because since his job had started becoming a little more demanding he didn’t have time to work out like he usually did. Since he didn’t want to get out of shape, he’d chosen to sacrifice one random night during a busy work week to walk instead of drive, which was beneficial in the long run though slightly extraneous.
He continued on and heard footsteps and shuffling in an alley up ahead. He didn’t have time to play spy tonight, he was exhausted.
“Yo man you got the stuff?”
He heard as he walked past the opening. A drug deal no doubt; it wasn’t surprising in this neighborhood but again, it wasn’t his concern. He looked at his watch, 10:17pm it wasn’t as late as it felt, he thought and continued on his path. He looked in the distance and thought for a moment as he walked. If he continued straight the way he was going he’d be home in forty to forty-five minutes. If he took a short-cut through the side streets and sped up his pace slightly he’d be taking a small risk, but he’d make it home in twenty minutes to a half an hour. Deciding his course he stepped off the curb and heard a stifled scream.
He stopped and hesitated for a second. He knew the sound was coming from the alley, a drug deal gone wrong probably, maybe they were beating the guy up, he decided. But something was drawing him to go and make sure. He stepped back on the curb and silently made his way back to the alleyway; he zipped his jacket pockets and reached up to fix his ponytail. If something was about to happen, he didn’t need his hair getting in the way. He approached the opening and carefully peered into it. The light back there was dim but he was able to make out at least five figures. They were all huddled over a guy on the ground. All he saw were fists punching and hands grabbing. He wasn’t sure what that guy did wrong but they were sure making him pay for it.
Ken turned to leave, fighting against the feeling in the pit of his stomach and stopped. He stayed against the wall but didn’t move. His instincts were telling him to stay, and they were usually right but why this time? He flinched as he heard the scream again but this time it wasn’t as muffled.
That was a girl over there.
He controlled his urge to run over there. Running in recklessly would only make things worse for the girl. He looked in again and slowly started walking in; as he did he calculated his tactic. If he started from the guy on the left he’d be able to startle them enough so they’d disperse and get them off of the girl. As he walked the men shuffled, which allowed him a glimpse of the victim. The girl’s face was streaked with blood. Time seemed to stop as they made eye contact. He’d never seen terror in someone’s eyes as pure as hers as she stared back at him. The moment was shattered as a fist collided with her face. He started to run.
“Yo, man it’s about time” One said as he turned around “We were about to-“
His sentence was cut off as Ken grabbed his head and slammed his face into his knee. The guys stood “Who the fuck is this?”
He got in his stance and quickly recalculated, one guy was on the ground he was sure that he wouldn’t be getting up any time soon, so that left four more.
He went for the guy on the left of whom he assumed was the leader; his fist collided with the guy’s face and he stumbled. He ducked as another goony swung at him then he spun making his elbow crash into the side of his head. While the first guy staggered back, the second swooped in and attempted to trip him. Ken dodged and went for the same guy in return he put his full force into a blow that collided with the guys jaw with a loud cracking sound. The second guy got up from the floor with the intention to tackle him to the floor, side stepping the guy stumbled again and he kicked him in the back of the neck.
The male that seemed closer to the leader pulled out a blade which appeared to be already stained with blood. At this observation he felt the strong urge to look at the girl but he knew if he let himself get distracted for even a moment these guys would try whatever they could to get him to the ground. He resisted the urge and barely dodged the attack, the sharp blade went past his face and he twisted the guy’s arm back and choked him.
“Who the hell are you? You know this bitch?” Shouted the leader as he helped one of his goonies off of the floor
Ken shoved the guy in his grasp, causing him to stumble and hit the floor.
“Does it matter?” He responded holding his stance and making sure he kept each male within view
A goony stood from the ground holding his face “Yeah it matters. We-“
“Shut up.” The presumed leader shouted “This fucking superman wannabe doesn’t need to know anything.”
Ken heard a small whimper behind him and then noticed one guy lunging at him with the blade. He barely dodged again; the blade tore his coat sleeve. He swung full force once more, and caught him straight in the mouth. Blood instantly erupted from it. A second guy started towards him but stopped. They heard sirens in the distance.
He stood his ground; he knew this neighborhood a little too well. That siren definitely wasn’t headed this way. As much that went on around here, they had more to worry about then alleys; but it seemed the group of guys was unaware of that fact.
“Fuck it, let’s go.” The leader said, helping another guy up as he turned. He glanced back at the girl “We’ll finish this.” He grumbled then the group dispersed out of the alleyway.
He waited five seconds, until their footsteps were far enough away then quickly ran to the girl.
She was still on the floor, but had managed to get to the wall in a half sitting position. He crouched down to her. Her breathing was labored and she was trembling. Her right arm was over her torso and the left was to the side, her knees were together. Her jeans were streaked with blood and looked as if they were ripped open. Her blouse was completely destroyed; it was open exposing her ripped and bloodied undershirt. He saw that her wound was still bleeding but, due to the amount of blood, it was difficult for him to make out where the wound was. He touched her shoulder and she flinched.
“It’s okay;” He started softly “I’m not going to hurt you.”
He moved to get a closer look at her face. Her lip was busted and she had blood from…somewhere coming down her cheek, her hair was matted to her forehead partially covering her eyes. Her eyes were closed and he lifted her chin to make sure the blood wasn’t coming from her temple. After confirming that it wasn’t he looked down, she was still trembling and trying, with no luck, to cover her partially exposed breasts.
He frowned “Don’t worry, I’m going to help you...” he said as he started to remove his jacket. He draped it over the front of her. Then looked around, he noticed a bag a little distance away.
“Hey” He said attempting to get her attention “That bag, is it yours?”
She slowly looked up, barely opening her eyes and looked at it. She nodded
“Okay” He went to it and pushed the items back inside, he went to her and picked up a book that was near her and also put it inside the bag. Closing it he put the bag over one shoulder and crouched closer to her, her eyes were closed again
He reached for her and stopped, he noticed a syringe within arm’s length of her. He hesitated for a moment and glanced at her…it was covered in blood and empty, maybe…he frowned he quickly picked it up and slipped it into her bag.
He touched her shoulder and she flinched again he moved his hand “Sorry, I’m going to pick you up alright?”
She didn’t move for a moment then she nodded
He reached over and adjusted his hands making sure not to touch any wounds or inappropriate places. He adjusted his jacket over her so it wouldn’t fall and slowly lifted her. She was lighter than he’d expected though her frame was small to begin with. He carefully stood upright and began to make his way out of the alley. He looked around him then started to walk. After a moment he looked down at her. Her head was down and against his chest, staining his shirt with blood. It didn’t matter; he would get rid of it tomorrow. Her breathing was slowing he frowned; she could be slipping into unconsciousness with all the blood that she had lost, and that would definitely be bad.
“I’m going to take you to a hospital.” He said trying to get her attention and keep her alert
She shook her head “n-n...” she couldn’t seem to form the words
He was confused “You…don’t want to go to the hospital?” He asked and slightly adjusted her
She shook her head harder and gasped. He stopped and looked down at her “Did I hurt you?”
She didn’t answer for a second then shook her head
“I’m sorry.” He sighed; he wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t want to go to the hospital but he had no idea where she lived and she was covered in blood. He couldn’t exactly stay outside with her like this…

He stopped. So concerned with his thoughts and making sure she was alright he’d made it home faster than he thought he could; though he hadn’t realized he was heading there to begin with. He looked down at her he wanted to ask, but he was more than sure that she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own; he frowned and hurried inside the building. He hoped no one was out right now…
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A/N: Initially this chapter was longer but I decided it was too long for some readers. I plan on updated soon, so no worries.
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