Pulling Life From The Wreckage (Cody's Blog)

[Cody Travers]

Entry for November 16.

Listening to: Stripes - Theme of Cody , Street Fighter Alpha 3 Soundtrack.

Ugh..How irritating..

Seems that nothing is really normal ever since i've joined this stupid school..

Why am I even opening up like this?

Nonetheless...I've met some new people..

Well, first there's this cute girl by the name of Yanzi. She's rather shy but I think it's cool. Rather, might as well. I was chosen for this new students guide. However, I end up showing her around the place.

And then of course, there's this Hibiki guy. He's pretty nice. Rather tattered though..

Ah, Jenesis..Can't forget about her. She's rather odd but hey, Beggars can't be choosers.

For now though i've been becoming really uptight lately..Is it because of some strange feeling? Or the fact that I can't get used to the fact that i've been betrayed by someone I trusted most..

...Will I trust ever again?

-Cody Travers..

[Cody Travers]

Entry: Unknown

Date: Unknown

It's been a long time..

A long time since the smell of smoke stacks, the land once known as the city of pure easy street. The ticket to money, fame and fortune as we all know it. Everyone would come far and wide to see the attractions based here. The sunset on the Bayfront..

..I live here.

I am one of those attractions.

..Or..Was..

It's been a long time. Since the city called upon a hero to do their dirty work. Save many innocent lives. Lives of which belonged to rich, snide people. Who only had interest in themselves...I've learned to grow and despise those people..So much it makes me sick.

I remember when they pleaded me for help.

Begging for my skill..My fighting ability..

All to take down one person, but ultimately the rest of the damn world..

Metro City is famed for a lot of things..Underground gambling syndicates..The best police force in town..The best run town by Mayor Haggar. Our Ms. Canada pageants..Our crime rate..

And of course.

Mad Gear.

The gang that's bigger than any Crip, or Blood gang on the map. As they are known far and wide in Canada, as one of the most bloodthirsty gangs this side of Southtown..

I walk in the streets, seeing former movie stars..Famous actors and lawyers..Accountants..Well known people who've been brought to thier knees turn to this ferocious gang..Even in the middle of the street..I see innocent people being beaten..Thievery of the highest degree..Destruction and malice..Kidnapping..Girls being raped in the streets, in front of public view..

Yeah..

This is some town..

The police force, is doing their best..We all know that. But even they have their hands tied to their backs..

I've seen it done..

For instance..An entire SWAT team was dispached..Only to be rendered helpless as an innocent teenage girl was about to get gang raped and beaten..

That's when I decided to take matters into my hands.

From that day forward, when I saved that girl and then on, by myself, I began fighting Metro City's biggest threat. Thugs would fight me night and day, losing in each of their own aspects..Paying for it with their life..

And blood..

The slums were the easiest as my friend and I cleaned up that area..His name was Kent..Kent Boss. He was a photographer..I think..Photojournalist..Who knows..All I knew was that he was disgusted with the carnage in Metro City..Just like I was.

He certainly knew how to fight.

He was too into his work however, as he snapped photos left and right of each of his attackers, before front kicking them in the face..

But he was a friend..

..Or so I thought.

Regardless, After we cleared the Slums, he said he'd be back later after scouting Westside. So I decided to climb down to the Subway Section..Where it was pretty extreme in my opinion..I found black markets of slavery and such down there..Little girls and women being sold for sexual pleasure..I set them free..

I was the one who did it.

I helped them obtain freedom.

..You know..I can't stand watching people suffer. It hurts me too much. Especially since my Father is the one behind all this..

..Yes, I'm well aware my father is the one heading this gang operation..

I knew, ever since I lost to Barry at the championship..

..And even then my time wasn't done.

I managed across a wrestling ring, where death matches were held against Metro City's most disgusting warriors. All types of weapons were being used. Swords..Knives..Pipes..Katanas..You name it. They had it. I managed to beat them all..Even the one they called Sodom. Who got his manageable rage by puffing a few smokes of crack every match.

He was a dead man before I even got to him.

The Industrial District also had it's problems. As it was headed by some militant freak by the name of Rolento..He was french, but sounded Belgian. And he had a good mind for strategy too. I remember he set bombs around the entire oil factory, setting the entire district to peices..

Lucky his corpse was still inside when I finished him..

I watched as his body flew 60 stories off the top of the crane that I threw him from..I had no remose..No guilt..

By then the Government had become involved..

And that was when I made it to the Bayfront.

Nobody likes a city that has an extensive destruction rate..So they kept the media from it. Although it wasn't like as if any media would get anywhere near the stories anyway. They would all most likely die before snapping any picture, or getting any coverage.

Regardless..Headlines still made it when it was all over.

But still..

The Bayfront was my favourite place in the entire world. It had the view I always aspired to see. I wondered what it would be like to fight people from different views..Different backgrounds..Different..

Wait..

Is that all I care about?

Is fighting?

Is this all I live for?

Fighting?

Fighting a war I'm winning by pure hate and rage for everyone else?

Am I that much of a benedict?

..This is what I thought, when I finally met Kent in Westside..

..Where my supposed Best Friend..

Trapped me..

I was being beaten..I was sold out. For cash..Loads of it. Apparently, my own father and my own friend don't even want to see me alive. Nor do they want to see happiness..Just money for themselves.. Rich people..They should all burn in hell for all I care..

I suppose all I care about is living to the next day..

I really wish life wasn't this hard sometimes..Especially since I'm alone..

I guess I can't trust anyone..

Even after these fists struck my father out of that window..Who knows what's happened to him. All I know was..That I had saved innocent lives..I was a hero. I was celebrated left and right, as people rejoiced and such over my victory.

..Only to be betrayed..By the same scummy people, as everyday life returned. Just..Without a major threat.

As I was sought out by the government for my crimes. I was jailed at a maximum security prison...

And you know what else?

I did not leave my cell.

Day in, day out. I sat in that tiny cell, bars and brick walls keeping me in. Dressed in this stupid orange suit. Labelled..

..As Dangerous..

..Lethal..

Deadly..

This isn't what I am..

It makes me break down..Knowing that's what people think of me..

So..Taking my chance, they slapped these handcuffs on me, as they decided that I needed a shrink. You know, a psychologist. One that would help me with my mute problems. I didn't talk..

Turns out Maximum security stand no chance against a simple criminal..

I managed to break out..Not a single bullet hit me..And they let me go..

Turns out I was being held in an American prison.

So..I migrated here..To Long Beach..

Bought ARMES gym..

And now I sleep and wait..As my life continues to pass me by..

Will I be alone forever?

..

..

..

..I hope not.

- Travers