Welcome to my humble tale of the life and times of one Chun Li of Capcom’s Street Fighter saga. I felt the want to do my own story after seeing many awful attempts at it by the powers that be. That being said, this tale is pure fan-fiction and isn’t meant to replace the canon (if there is one). The names I use for the characters are based off of the original Japanese Street Fighter, so Vega is the dictator, Mike Bison is the boxer and Balrog is the bull-fighter. Thanks for reading – Greg Dragon.

Memories of Fallen Leaves

The brute rushes at Chun Li with the force of an automobile in an attempt to smash the young detective against the wall. Blood ran easily from her nose and mixed with the sweat that had already collected above her top lip as she barely felt its flow from the pounding in her skull. They had been going at it for 5 minutes and she wondered if she would still be considered pretty if she managed to live. His dash came so quickly that all she could manage to do was steel herself and block which did absolutely nothing to prevent her fragile body from going limp after the impact. His thick English accent was not one that she could decipher as he yelled things at her while looking down at her crumpled body. This was it for Chun and she wondered at what would be said at her eulogy: “here lies Chun Li an obsessed woman who fought men twice her size on a fool’s errand of revenge”. These thoughts were quick scans through her brain, interrupting her Chi which she now summoned in an unconscious effort to save her life.

There was a time past when this same resolve first presented itself as young Chun watched from a tree as Vega met with her father for business which resulted in a fight. Her father was a respected business man and she could not figure out why he would meet with this evil man. His entire look scared little Chun-Li and his smile was that of a predator. The meeting had started peacefully with friendly exchanges but had deteriorated to shouts and it was in a language that was foreign to her ears. Before his successful career her father had been a champion, one of his school’s finest examples in Kung-Fu, an honor of which he never spoke but now presented itself as his graceful stances and moves deflected Vega’s harsh kicks and punches. Her father, for all of his grace and power was not stopping Vega’s advances however and as he inverted himself, balancing on an open palm, the evil Vega jumped and landed on his face. Screaming in horror out of pain, dismay and helplessness, Chun leapt from the tree to help her father, but breaking her leg in the attempt. It was the first time she uttered the promise of revenge to herself, “I will never be this helpless again” she said.

The Englishman was distracted as sirens in the distance drew near. Spitting out a tooth that must’ve gotten dislodged from a successful high roundhouse, he pulls out a dirty comb and adjusts his Mohawk. This cocky gesture was all Chun needed; kicking at his ankle then the outside of his knee, the big man bellowed in pain as the crippling kick stunned him  and he dropped his comb as he clutched his knee. Chun was now on her feet, weak but enraged, time slowing down as his vulnerable body was now hers for punishment. Pushing at him with the energy of a Kikoken Chi ball and chasing it with alternating roundhouses from each leg, she climbs the brute with a crushing stomp to his damaged leg, then another to his shoulder and then uses his head as a springboard to catapult herself off of him and away from the wall. The crunch from the last stomp let her know that she had successfully compressed his spine and as he fell over, blacking out from his head hitting the asphalt, she knew that this gangster “Birdy” would never walk again… that’s _­­­if he lived.

As she made her way out of the alley, clutching her bruised chest, her thoughts ran back to teenage years when she laid in a forest similarly damaged from self-inflicted wounds. Whenever she would train, that horrible day would return fresh in her mind. She couldn’t shake it, it was like a scar burned upon her hands, reminding her daily whenever she looked at them. She had followed in her father’s footsteps and mastered an ancient animal form of Kung-Fu but remembering her father’s inability to move Vega she had befriended a Korean man who taught her how to kick. Her Korean master was old school and the training he gave her was cruel and relentless. Today she was being made to roundhouse a young tree and as the skin on her legs gave way to black and blue bruises and skinned flesh he would not let her stop, issuing forth insults and reminders of former students who failed him.

The kicks shook the tree weakly and the memory of Vega came back in a flash as she got wearier. It was enough to spike her enthusiasm into blind fury. Suddenly the pain in her legs were gone and she alternated legs on the tree finding new locales with which to kick it, switching and kicking as her master yelled for her to go faster. Her kicks became like lightning as she would do this daily getting faster, stronger and deadlier with it. She remembered the endless leaves falling, there were always falling leaves whenever she would train with him.

As Chun Li emerged from the alleyway the police rushed past her to collect Birdy, the Interpol agents hurriedly throw a coat around her hunched shoulders and rush her to an unmarked car. As they sped off she looked back to see the brute being walked out from the alleyway, handcuffed, bloodied and strangely smiling at her in a strange show of reverence. She felt happy that he hadn’t died, and happy to see him walking albeit poorly. Birdy was a criminal but drugs were not the equivalent of murder and she only wanted information. Though she had failed at interrogating him, she had proven to herself that she was a force to be reckoned with and although she was no closer to Vega, it at least gave her comfort that when the time comes she would have the heart to finish it.

The Legend of The Lightning Legs is a fan-fiction written by Greg “The Dragon” Dyer of 3godkings.com. No unauthorized copying of this work is allowed unless the copying is accompanied by a visual and relative link back to 3godkings.com with credit made to the author.