Bison hovered in his base, a cruel smile on his face.  This day had 
proven to be most... satisfying.  Not only did he control Ifurita and those 
so-called Psycho-Soldiers, Sie Kensou and Athena Asayamiya, but Washuu, that 
sorry excuse for a scientist, was barred from Omega.  Though she would likely 
attempt retribution through other channels, her petty attempts were of no 
concern to him.
	Or, to make a long story short: Megalomaniacal, power-hungry 
bastards, 4; Forces of "good", 0.
	"And yet..." Bison mused to himself, "...I must have more power!"  
He kept repeating, "I must have more power!" until it became a shout that 
echoed throughout the base.  Down in her room, Athena sobbed while Sie held her
tight and cursed his own weakness.  Sagat and Balrog, who had been sparring, 
found themselves shuddering involuntarily.  And even Ifurita found herself
cringing.
	Bison concluded his shouting by floating down onto his throne.  "If I
am to rule this planet, I must gather more troops and material.  I must show 
them ALL that Bison is a force without equal."  Bison sat in his throne for an 
hour, holding his chin in deep thought.  Then, a thought struck him.  As he 
rose from his throne, a vile smile formed on his face.  "Why didn't I think of 
that before?  That will do quite nicely..."

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	The Dark, Bottomless Well

	An Omake brought to you by Woofer-san (aka W4)

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	Jedah came to, surveying his now-decimated spirit room.  That last 
battle, and the way his plan to unite all souls within his dark dimension was 
decimated much like his vile den, was disgusting in its irony.  He, one of the
three noblemen of the dark world, was soundly defeated... by a cat-girl.  There
was no way in hell that the other demons would let him live that one down.
	Jedah took a moment to preen himself.  He stood upright and wiped 
some dust, lint and gore from his outfit.  He stretched his wings and gave them
a couple of test flaps.  The sharp, metallic clang that they produced was music
to his ears.  He frowned at the claw marks left on his suit.  It irritated him 
when the souls he claimed didn't see him looking his best.
	"No matter," he muttered, grumpily, to no one in particular.  "In the
end, all souls must return to darkness.  Now that I have arisen, I can begin 
again and bring relief to the souls!"
	"Yes, but not the way you think."
	Jedah turned to face the intruder.  He saw a hovering human in a red
outfit hovering a few yards away from him.  The eerie smile on the human's face
reminded him of the many Darkstalkers that he had fought.  What piqued Jedah's
curiosity was the powerful aura that the mortal radiated.  It was almost 
like... no, it was exactly like the dark energies on which demons sustain 
themselves.
	Jedah spoke, "And who do you think you are?"
	Bison replied, arms crossed and still hovering, "I am your new 
master, o fallen dark angel of the souls."
	Jedah was not amused by this turn of events.  "Fool.  To think that I
would allow myself to be enslaved to a mere human.  But since you have made the
long journey to my spirit room, I will allow you to rest... within me."
	Jedah stood tall and smiled darkly, trying to mask the injuries from 
hich he was still recovering.  He carefully examined his opponent.  He was one
meter shorter than Jedah, though his muscular build would be intimidating even
to a sasquatch.  This human's eyes were pitch black, save two dots in the 
center that served as pupils.  He effortlessly hovered over the organic floor, 
but Jedah's power and wings allowed him the same luxury.  The main concern
that Jedah had about this human upstart was how he was able to channel that 
dark energy... and so much of it.
	Several mintues passed as Jedah and Bison hovered in place, eyes 
locked on their opponent, as if waiting and daring their opponenet to make the 
first move.
	Jedah pulled his right hand out of his pocket and pulled it behind 
his torso.  He smirked as Bison disappeared in a blur.  The foolish human fell 
for his feint.  Bison materialized in front of him at the same time Jedah 
executed his Nero Fatica attack.  Bison sat trapped in a sphere of blood as 
Jedah mercilessly jabbed and punched the trapped figure.  As Jedah formed a 
scythe with his wings, the sphere exploded, forcing Jedah back.  Bison wiped 
some blood from his face with his left fist while Jedah restored his wings.
	Jedah chuckled.  "Passable.  You have some skill," he nonchalantly 
remarked.
	"I could say the same of you, were you not some third-rate demon," 
Bison countered.
	Again Jedah and Bison stood still, expectantly awaiting the other's 
attack.  After a minute, Jedah slammed the palm of his right hand to the 
ground.  A pool of blood formed below Bison and formed hands to pull him under,
but Bison hovered upwards and launched himself at the now-vulnerable Jedah.  
He stomped on Jedah's back and soumersaulted away from him.  Jedah quickly 
picked himself up, but not fast enough to avoid the ball of Psycho Energy that 
Bison had launched at him.  Still reeling from the projectile attack, Jedah 
was wide open to Bison's scissor kick.  Jedah staggered backwards as Bison 
advanced towards him.
	"Are you ready to surrender?" Bison asked tauntingly.
	"NEVER!" Jedah shouted as his clawed hand raked against Bison's face,
propelled by streams of blood.  Bison merely smiled at the attack, but the 
pause granted Jedah the time to propel himself with blood up and away from 
Bison.  In midair, he launched a Dio Sehga at Bison.  Bison, expecting a ground
projectile attack, leapt up and was caught by surprise as the saw blade held 
its position in the air, delivering gashes to Bison's armor and chest.  He 
crashed into the ground and heard Jedah cackling.  He looked up and saw Jedah's
wings flapping.  Instantly, Jedah fell to a swoop towards Bison, but he was 
ready.  Bison unleased a Psycho punch that interrupted Jedah's Ira Spinta and 
sent the demon nobleman back.  The first Psycho punch was followed by countless
others, and Jedah was forced to use his wings to block the barrage of blows.
	Bison was so preoccupied with pummeling Jedah that he was completely
taken by surprise when Jedah cut off his own head and smashed it against his.
The time it took Bison to tear off the decapitated head was just enough for Jedah
to regenerate himself.  Both fighters panted, both caked with blood.
	"You can't keep this up much longer,  Jedah," Bison explained.  "I 
know about your defeat at Felicia's hands, and how I woke you from your nap."
	Jedah sneered.  "It seems you know much about what does not concern 
you," he snarled.
	Bison laughed, then replied, "But this DOES concern me.  You and your
spirit world are mine now."
	Jedah scowled.  He didn't know what this arrogant mortal was
scheming, but he was right.  Jedah's stamina was depleted, and he would lose 
the fight if he couldn't end it quickly.  In desperation, he slashed his left
wrist, causing blood to flow towards Bison.  The blood formed a hand and 
grabbed Bison.  Jedah watched in satisfaction; the Prova di Servo would easily
make short work of the fool.
	At least, it would have, had the hand not frozen in place.  Bison 
smiled as the blood hand, which should have been slamming him around 
mercilessly, turned into a stream that circled Bison.
	"You have been good for a laugh, Jedah.  But now, it's time to end 
this," Bison announced.
	Jedah cursed in a language long forgotten by humans and took to the 
sky.  He summoned multiple Dio Sehgas, counting on Bison to impale himself in 
the makeshift minefield of saw blades.  Bison summoned a small, cyan sphere
which slowly floated towards the saw blades.  The cyan sphere erupted in a 
grand explosion which sent Jedah and the saw blades flying.  Before Jedah could
hit the ground, Bison shouted, "Psycho Crusher!" and collided into Jedah as a
flaming human torpedo.  Bison had pinned Jedah into a wall and grabbed the dark
nobleman by the neck.
	"The game is now over," Bison spoke, "You and your spirit world are 
mine to do with as I please."
	Jedah coughed up blood and sputtered, "...I... will not... serve 
you."
	Bison threw Jedah down on his belly and planted his boot on Jedah's 
spine.  "I didn't ask for your opinion," Bison explained.  "I'm telling you.  
I am Bison, and I am now your lord and master."
	Jedah cursed again.
	Bison called to Ifurita.  "Take this... bloody mess of a worthless 
dog back to Shadaloo headquarters," he ordered.
	Ifurita nodded, then coarsely bound Jedah and dragged him through the
portal which she used to arrive.

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	Two weeks had passed since Bison defeated Jedah, and Bison had all 
but completed the modifications to Jedah's spirit room.  The power of the souls
that Jedah harvested complemented his Psycho Power better than he had expected.
And, as an added bonus, he had acquired Jedah as a servant, albiet a defiant 
and reluctant one.  No matter; there would be plenty of time to break the dark 
nobleman's spirit.  And what better ally against that accursed Kasumi could he 
ask for than one of the lords of the Dark World?
	Yes, Bison was, once again, pleased.  But the positive feeling 
quickly ebbed, and Bison contemplated the world he was destined to conquer.
	"I... must have more power..." he muttered to himself.

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THE END

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Author's Note:
(C-Sharp)

Howdy!  This is just a first-draft quickfic to try to get my creative juices 
running.

After reading Ultra 20, I thought I'd take a stab at why Bison is constantly 
gathering power, pawns, furniture... no, wait... that's another improfanfic... 
^^;;;  But at the same time, Bison's a jerk, and I didn't want to spend too 
much time on him.  Fickle, ain't I?  Perhaps some Bison fan out there might 
want to try a Bison monologue/soliloquy about why he's such a devil.

So why Jedah?  I just bought Darkstalkers 3 for the Playstation, and he's my 
favorite character.

Many thanks to all who have contributed to Ultra, inspiring me to get off my 
fanny and actually write something.  No thanks to EditPad for giving me hassles
about margins and word wraps.  ^^;;

Please send c&c (but no flames) to scottwat@scf.usc.edu.