'(This is a fic about Alpha-era Cammy. However, due to a few certain things, I've moved Alpha/Killer Bee Cammy's age up from 16 to 18 max. But with that being said, for mental-image reference, she looks the same as she did in Street Fighter Alpha, X-Men vs. Street Fighter and Marvel vs. Capcom 1 and 2, meaning she physically looks the same as canon 16-year-old Killer Bee Cammy, despite the fact she's a couple of years older.
This fanfic takes place after Cammy was captured a second time after escaping M. Bison, but a few things have been changed up. Also, as you may have guessed, the setting is around the '90s.)

Chapter 1: Wandering Around New York

With Cammy White, Bison initially believed that he possessed the perfect fighter, and the even perfect(er), clone. She was his pride and joy, even if Bison never really thought of her, nor treated her, as anything more than his empty-little puppet that he would send out to do his bidding, and he didn't believe the day would come that the blonde would end up breaking free of the brain-washing he had put her through, and became more than just a clone, her own person.
But this possibility was exactly what happened, when Cammy broke free of the brain-washing not once, but twice...With the last time, she did so, making an escape from Bison's base, refusing to undergo anymore brainwashing from him; an act that would be viewed as traitorous by both him and his 'Dolls'.

The teenager fled, but she only made it so far before the ones she called her 'Sisters' finally caught up with her and began to carry out a brutal all-out beat-down on the Killer Bee.

Cammy fought back, despite inner hesitance to bring harm to the Dolls. And her experience and expertise was quite clear, managing to keep herself at an even level with them for seconds longer than most would. But she eventually was subdued, the blows she took quite serious ones.

She was believed to be dead, and the Dolls even returned to M. Bison to confirm that Cammy had met her demise at their hands.
But the truth of the matter? She wasn't dead, but the beat-down had left her near that state and, once again, her memory had eluded her for the third time.

A few hours had passed now.

Cammy could feel drops of rain pelting her on the face, and a roaring wind was building up from around her, sternly whipping her on her exposed, plump derriere cheeks.
The golden pig-tailed Brit let out a few sporadic moans, her eyes creeping open at a very slow pace, only to reveal her surroundings in a focal-like appearance until her vision started to settle a bit more.

"What happened?" Her whisper was carried off by the wind.

Her limbs felt like jelly as the teen pressed her palms against the cold, wet grass and went to pump herself up using the excessively trained muscles of her arms; making her feel like her arms were going to give out and she was just going to fall back down on her small, developing breasts, again.
But she grit her teeth together, blood sprawling down her face until it eventually touched her teeth, and Cammy forced herself against the stubborn gravity and finally had lifted her upper body off the ground and then lifted the rest of herself up, only to wobble around once she was standing up straight, nearly falling back over again.

"What the hell even happened to me?" She swiftly reached a hand up, throwing it against her forehead, causing the rushing blood to get on her palm. "Why am I even out here? And, why...Why can't I remember anything?"

With little sense of where she was at, Cammy languidly strolled the grassy hill that she was on and traveled down the intertwining paths, side-stepping a-plenty of rocks and carefully walking-around some creeping bugs who were going about their daily business.

Heading deeper into the interlocking trees, she could very faintly make out some lights that pierced through the tall-reaching trees, the brilliant and ever inviting twinkling of an array of unmistakable lights.

The night time was indeed quite eerie, and it didn't help that the violent wind from before that she felt brushing against her wide, toned ass was adding onto the creepy ambiance of the dark woods. Although, to say that Cammy was petrified would be foolish, even with her memory once again lost to her, she still retained many of her redeeming personality traits, and her unwavering bravery and nerves-of-steel were all present traits.

Dew that had been leftover from the previous out-pour from hours ago, was still sprinkled out among the well-flourished blades of grass, tiny lily-pads, and other plant life.
Faint light presented itself through the scenic trees, beams of light that were of a wide array of colors, cutting through the darkness of the night and guiding Cammy through the otherwise dark and confusing path of the woods, which held no familiarity to the poor Brit.

"When was the last time I was in the city?" The thought occurred to her.
She couldn't remember a damn thing past waking up in the woods.

She came to an Earthy wall of impenetrable looking rock, covered in lime-green moss and some lengthy vines, with quite a few small spiders scurrying about on the blockade, some of which were black, brown, red and green.
Cammy stitched her brows together and made a face, but she knew that giving a death-glare to an inanimate object and spiders who were about the size of the tip of her pinky finger, wouldn't do much to help her out of the spot she was in now.

She turned her back to the wall, seeing as how there was no way to bypass it.

Cammy's bright blue eyes turned towards the West, where she saw a path within the distance that was comprised of two willow trees. Something deep down inside was telling her that that, was indeed the right way to get to the city.

She proceeded into the willow trees; her small yet powerful looking hands, that, though her memory's deception wouldn't allow her to recall, held much power, reaching up and parting the lingering, lanky branches before releasing them a bit too abrupt, causing a swift swat towards her well-trained rear-end, something that nearly took her off-guard.
And by now she was starting to see the beams of flickering lights ascending higher up into the air, and breaking through the dark purple shadowy clouds that floated overhead.

"Seems I'm going the right way," the Brit's eyes examined her surroundings from side-to-side; an instinct that had stayed with her even despite amnesia.

Already, the millions of scents were wafting through the air, and gracing her nose; something that didn't fail to stir Cammy's appetite. And she heard the bothersome growls that suitingly followed, from her deprived stomach.

"When was the last time I ate?" She couldn't even remember WHAT, she had last eaten.

But if the lights were anything to go by, if the smells were anything to go by, then she was only a short distance away from reaching the city.

But then it occurred to her she had no form of pockets on her light blue leotard outfit, and if there were no pockets, then that could only mean that she had no cash on her.
Which would mean...She wouldn't be able to buy herself something to eat to curb her appetite.

Cammy stomped her foot.

"No memory, no money...What am I supposed to do?" She grumbled, coming towards a downward path comprised of a series of trees.

"I may as well take up some kind of job while I'm in...Whatever this town is."

The starting point from the twin willow trees branched off into a multi-route path, taking shape into a forked path. There were paths leading to the right and the left, and then there was one that led directly downward which resulted in a long down-hill walk.

She traveled down the hill, the sight of the glimmering city lights stretching farther out into her view until she was finally able to make out the details of the buildings which they belonged to.
It was as she was looking at the buildings, she was almost certain she had seen a silhouette within the distance, zipping by after doing a rather impressive acrobatic flip...Followed by...What looked like something being projectiled onto one of the other sky-reaching buildings, although she wasn't quite able to make it out for certain.

It was a long trek, and the journey down the hill was a lengthy walk, one that was a lot more deceptive than she had first perceived it to be.
Cammy even had the misfortune of tripping on one of the twigs that sprouted up from the ground, which didn't help make things better, given she was still having some difficulty moving her body and was already staggering and limping.

But she was still far from reaching the city limits, as Cammy had only made her way out of the woods of Central Park, and was now entering the wide-open area where many came to either rest, picnic, or let their children run amok.

"Damn it," the amnesiac teen growled. "How much farther do I have to walk?"

Not that she would remember, but of course Cammy had walked plenty a-wary mile in the past, sometimes going so long as twenty to thirty miles on foot with no rests, no food breaks, and nothing to replenish herself with but a few measly pint bottles of water.

But things were a bit different in this case; she wasn't in the best shape, and her body still wasn't quite recovered.

She stopped to give feet a moment to rest, Cammy walking to one of the aged and pitiful looking benches, choosing one that was conveniently placed right next to a street light that happened to be giving off a decent amount of light via a brilliant, warm white glow.
And she reached her hand down; her gauntlet covered hands reaching down to her pronounced, athletic built thighs and rubbing along them with her fingertips gliding over the lightning-bolt markings that were of the same light-blue color as her blue leotard.

She gazed off into the distance, admiring the large body of water that surrounded the area that she was resting at, and the wind that, while having grown gentler than it was moments ago, only added on to the sereneness by lightly blowing the water.

She leaned her head back against the bench; her neck gently easing against the cold metal.
Getting so relaxed was enough to almost drift her off into a restful sleep.

"It's just so quiet..." Cammy's head slumped towards the side of the arm-rested of the bench; her eyes struggling against the increasing heaviness. "If only...There was more noise...Maybe then I wouldn-," but she quickly jolted her head right back up when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She lifted herself up from the seat and saw a police officer who was on patrol through the park, who looked very aggravated when their eyes met.

"Don't you know its illegal to sleep in the park?" The officer sighed.

"Wha-it is?"

"Yes, it is! You can be taken to jail or fined for lousing about after-dark."

"I wasn't aware," Cammy lifted herself from the bench.

"Just don't go sleeping on the property, Miss. Don't you have a home or something?"

She was at a loss of words on how to respond to his question.
She wasn't even sure if she had a home of her own, even before she had lost her memory.
So what was she supposed to tell him?

"Just go on," he clicked the button on his flashlight and turned it off. "Just remember, no sleeping in the park. The other guys may not be so nice about it as me."

He walked off.

So much for sleeping! It was annoying that she couldn't even take a short nap after a long journey through the woods, and now she was just supposed to keep walking until she arrived in the city.
But what then!? No money equaled no roof over her head. And she was above begging, so she wasn't going to loiter around the streets with a big sign held above her head begging passengers for cash.
The way she saw it, she only had two choices: Sleep under an underpass where she wouldn't get in trouble, or go find the local homeless shelter.
And neither of those two choices sounded good to hear...But having an actual bed and place to eat, that sounded better than just living on the streets.

She left the bench and light post behind her and continued towards the sight of buildings again, hoping to reach the city.

Reluctantly, Cammy started back on her way.

The park was wide, spacious even.

Cammy soon had arrived in the city.

And the city was staring back at her.

The Brit released a breath from her lips; she was relieved.

Cammy limped towards the city, although she could feel some of the tightness of her thighs starting to loosen up, something that was caused by her peak-level healing factor, allowing the cute blonde to walk with just a slight more ease.

It was a marvel, for sure: The buildings stood so tall, reaching up to the sky, a few even appeared as if they were touching the clouds. And the lights, it was almost hypnotic the way that the colors washed together, casting a vivid luminance that lit the sky even more than the moonlight or stars were capable of, and then even causing the surrounding waters to glow with a ravishing rainbow appearance.

The scents of food was carried away by the wind until it reached her, and Cammy, nose assaulted by the dozens of delicious smells from the city, from fancy restaurants, hot-dog and hamburger stands, carnival and fair treats and so many more, heard her stomach start to growl aggressively once more as her craving for the city grew all the more.

She stepped foot into the city, surrounded by the brilliant brighter lights of the night-life, and started to roam around, nearly being hit by a speeding car in the process, although she casually shrugged it off once the vehicle had honked aggressively at her and the driver shook his fist agitated at her as he drove off and ran a red-light down the street.

She felt like a small child seeing the world for the very first time in her life: Everything was just magical and the world just looked and felt so big to her with all those buildings going as far as her eye could see, and possibly even further beyond.

The shopping centers certainly caught her eyes, as they were just as big and spacious as the restaurants that seemed to be abundant, nearly on every street and corner, no doubt creating some great competition for each other.

The people were dressed so sharply, although she could see there were some who were dressed like your everyday average-Joe, at least, she was assuming this was how every-day people dressed since she couldn't remember what the average person dressed like, in the first place. She just knew that none of them were dressed anything like her.

Cammy came to a hot-dog stand down the corner of one of the side-walks, the one standing by the stand, a young man who was leaning against a street-lamp post, closing up and getting ready to call it a night.
Cammy walked up to him, feeling like a fish out of water, thanks to being in a place she had never been into before.

"I saw you had some food," the blonde stated, already feeling her words came out...Awkward.

The lanky looking redhead turned to face her, and she was greeted with an instant surge of red on his face, and a dilation of his eyes.

"Uh, yeah," he stuttered, quite taken back by her flaunting outfit. "But I'm actually closing up."

"What are those called?" Asked Cammy, a finger pointing to the franks.

"These? You're kidding, right, Miss? Have you never seen a hot-dog before?"

Cammy eyed him, the word even sounding obscure to her. "Hot...Dog?"

He stared at her, but then just smiled in amusement.

"I can tell by your accent you aren't from here, no one talks like that in this town. Yeah, hot dog! This right here, the meat, it's called a frank, well, some call it a weenie, but they're in the small majority. The bread right here, this is called a bun. Put together, they're called hot dogs."

"Hot dogs," she parroted with a thoughtful expression.

"Yeah, that's right," he said laughing. "They're usually taken with condiments."

"Condiments?" Again, she was absolutely lost.

Despite giving a short sigh, the redheaded vendor kept his good humor and nodded.
"Yeah, condiments. Condiments are these, see? In these little separation containers here. The red one here is called ketchup, the yellow one is called mustard, then the green stuff is called relish, and the orangish-yellow is cheese."

Just about anyone in the world would be familiar with cheese.

"What condiment do most people choose for these...Hot...Dogs?" Cammy asked, indecisive.

"Well," he pressed his white and red hat up a bit. "From my experience, brown mustard usually seems to be the norm...And a smaller percentage also use ketchup, but that's usually seen as a taboo by most hot-dog aficionados, for some silly reason. A lot of people also really like onions on them."

"I think I'll try mine however people usually take theirs."

"Good choice, Ma'am," he said before reaching for one of the all-beef franks from the warm water section of his street cart, then a still warm, toasted bun. He then slathered it in a tomato paste with some stewed onions, putting sauerkraut on top and then reached for a queasy colored squeezable bottle and squirted the tip of the bottle at the frank, dousing it with a fancy yellow line of spicy brown mustard before returning the bottle right back to its proper spot.

He wrapped it up in some thin paper and handed it to Cammy, who inspected it.

Cammy took the hot dog and looked at the contents in it, her stomach growling louder than the last time.

"Uhh, sorry, Ma'am?"

"Huh?" She broke her attention away from the tray, then looked back at him.

He was holding his hand out; his palm facing the sky while he lifted his eyebrows, looking at her.

"OH!" It finally clicked in her mind that she was supposed to pay money for the food. Something...She didn't exactly have on her hands.

Cammy's mouth hung open, but she didn't speak a word. The moment was an awkward one because she didn't have any money to pay for the food, and she was damn hungry after all that walking she did and didn't want to have to surrender her food back due to her inability to be able to pay for it.

But she wasn't about to try to steal it, or start a brawl over it, either.

"I...Don't have any money," she finally confessed.

There was both a look of shock, surprise, and disappointment in his face when she told him this.
And for a moment, Cammy was almost positive that he was going to take back the hot-dog he had given her.

"Well, golly," he started to scratch the side of his head. "This is weird..."

"Here," she reluctantly handed the tray back to him. "Just...Take it back."

"No, no," he refused. "I didn't get as many customers today, and some of these hot-dogs are going to just end up going to waist, which is a pretty darn shame, I think. So, why don't you just take that one, just this once? Consider it on the house."

When he handed it back to her, Cammy happily took it and her stomach growled yet again.

"You're really giving this to me?"

"Of course. Like I said, it's one the house. Oh, and that means it's free, by the way."

"Before I go, there's one thing I want to ask," she stepped closer towards him. "Where am I?"

"Wh-wha?" He reeled his head back instantaneously, hardly able to believe her naivete.

"W-well, you're in Manhattan, New York, miss. Didn't you know that already?"

Cammy looked at him as if he had just spoken some foreign language with a mouth full of pink grapes.

She left the vendor quite the happy customer, having something to finally fill her stomach, and Cammy continued her sight-seeing through the big city while she enjoyed her hot dog, trying to make it last despite her stronger instinct to just chow it all down and devour it all at once.

Cammy soon reached one of the shopping-centers and she came across one of the biggest malls in Manhattan, drawn to it almost immediately, taken by the big glass display windows that were glowing with bright golden lights.

She stood right in front of the display window, staring into the glass.
She wasn't able to see everything inside the store, obviously, but what she did see, she was already amazed by. "All those clothes!" She marveled.

While she stood there staring into the glass, she heard a terrified scream from near-by.

Cammy quickly averted her attention from the mall window and looked down the side-walk away from the building, where the scream had come from.
She quickly started towards down the side-walk, quickly finishing her hot-dog and then just sprinting ahead.

Another scream hit her ears, and this time she realized it was coming from one of the nearby allies.
So she turned after one had passed her up, and on the second one, a third scream came, this time the scream coming from this back-alley, leading her onto the right direction.

Cammy walked down the alley, old brick apartments on each side of her, complete with fire escapes and some classic metal trash-cans with handled lids and at least one dumpster that was pressed against the red brick wall.

She soon came across a fancy-dressed woman with over-sized assets, who looked terrified, and a man who stood in front of her having completely cornered her, who was dressed in a typical skiing mask and a striped white and blue shirt, with a sturdy looking build.

"What in the bloody world is going on over here?" Although she had a good idea of what the answer was.

"P-please, help me!" Begged the woman.

"Another broad, now?" Grumbled the man in the mask. "Wait...You're just a kid! Go on home back to your momma! The adults have some business to take of, blondielocks."

"First off, why don't you take off that stupid mask off your mug! Second, leave her alone."

"I said get LOST!" He snapped, turning the firearm in his hand towards the teen.

Cammy stood there, unfazed by the turn of events, and if anything, just looking at the man in front of her like he was the biggest fool to ever grace the Earth; she was more annoyed if anything, at this point.

"Big gun you got there! Trying to compensate for something you're lacking in the knickers department?" She quipped.

"Don't make him even angrier, please!" The woman looked at her, then back to the masked male.

"I'm not about to be shot by some bloody wanker," said Cammy in response to the woman's panicking.

The trigger was pulled, the barrel unloading a smoking shell. But Cammy's reaction time was greater, and she was out of the range of the bullet with seconds to spare, then went for her first attack, hooking him square in the jaw and knocking him down straight to his knees while he groaned from the punch to the face.
She kicked the gun away, sliding it away from his range before returning all of her attention back to the woman who looked like she had seen a ghost.

"That ninny didn't hurt you, did he?" She placed her hand on the shoulder of the woman, examining her.

The woman shook her head.

"No, no! He tried to; I think at first he really wanted my necklace, it's made out of real pearls. After a while though, he started leering at my chest, and I think at that moment he was starting to get some other ideas."

"You should go now," Cammy urged. "Before he gets back up again."

She was thanked by the woman she had saved and then the woman ran off, leaving the alley.

Cammy heard the man's groaning intensifying for a moment and she turned around to face him again, watching him as he regained himself and stood back up, rubbing his jaw but nevertheless coming towards her with the intention to land a hit of his very own.

Cammy quickly went to the ground, pressing one hand against it while she swept her tantalizing thighs and swept him by the legs, causing him to fall down before she reached for him and pulled him up by the collar of the shirt, lifting him up in the air in what was an impressive display of speed for someone who was so tiny in stature at her measly height of five foot four, and a weight of one hundred pounds. And she stared at him; the stare of every demon of the underworld, in the eyes of a cute-faced blonde.

"J-just let me go! Let me go, what the hell are you anyway? No one can dodge a bullet!"

"You can consider me your deadliest nightmare, you knocker!" Was her response to his terrified words.

She tossed him aside; flinging him into one of the walls which he bounced off of and hit the ground on his stomach, passing out from the collision against the wall, by Cammy's forceful throw.

Cammy left the alley and continued her tour of the city.

"Blimey. It didn't look like such a bad place at first glance, the guy who gave me the hot...dog's seemed pretty cordial as well. But then that? Makes me wonder how much crime goes on in this city."

Still, though, she knew there were some redeeming traits to the big, illuminated city. For one, the food was damn good, so much so, that she was wishing she still had another hot-dog to eat. And that started to make her wonder what the rest of the food the city had to offer, tasted like.
And the thoughts of food just had her stomach starting up again as she walked by a few busy couples enjoying the night-lift of the Big Apple.

Eventually Cammy came to a seedy-looking part of the city, the kind of an area that looked like it housed thousands of the same guy she had just ran into in that alley: It was all dirty with newspapers scattered everywhere, some that looked like they were months or maybe even years old, strewed garbage that people were obviously too lazy to pick up themselves, and some wall-graffiti, some of which was quite vulgar and crass. It also had a few shady looking people just hanging about, with one, in particular, looking like he was hiding some big secret that could otherwise land him in jail. It didn't help he had 'that kind' of face, either.

She soon had caught a glimpse of a woman who was dressed very flattering: A white cropped shirt that showed off her stomach with some obvious hints of stomach muscles, and a pair of denim jean short-shorts that left the curves of her buttocks unconfined and on perfect display.

She would certainly stick out in this kind of city, not just for the way that she dressed compared to everyone else who looked much more modest and self-respecting, but because of the flamboyant pink hair that was quite long and reached a bit of her back. She had on a beret that had a chain going straight across it and a pair of blue eyes that spoke volumes of her confidence level.

"See anyone else who looks capable?" Asked the pink-haired woman; her voice deceptively mature.

"Naw," one of the slimy-looking men answered. "Fuggedabouddit, boss! Ain't no other good fighters."

The busty pink-haired woman made an 'oh, well' face giving just the slightest bit of a tilt of her head, then walked towards the edge of the alley, giving a strong strut in the process in her heels.

"I knew that sooner or later we would probably snatch up all the strong women," the woman chuckled. "It was only a matter of time before it happened. But, oh, well...I suppose we just wait until we come across some more, maybe we should even branch out a little and scour the city."

"I dunno 'bout that, boss," the man looked unsure of this. "I'm sure we ain't exactly on the coppers' favorite list, especially if they found out what kind of business we ran back here...In our place."

"Oh, yes..The cops! They're so dull," the woman laughed once again, but less amused now.

Cammy watched as the woman melted into the shadows of the alley, the very back of the alley being quite dark where no lights reached.

She brought a hand up to her chin, narrowing her eyebrows just a bit.

She wasn't sure what kind of 'business' was being run here. But she was very intrigued after hearing the exchange between Poison and the human-wall physique built man: The discussion about strong female fighters, and how they had 'snatched' them all up.

Was this some kind of secret crime syndicate? Were they just going around kidnapping women who were strong female fighters and then holding them against their will somewhere in this alley and then forcing them to fight when they didn't want to? Or did that pink-haired woman do other things with them?
One thing she did know, that woman with the pink-haired had the air of a leader on her, and no doubt she was the one who was the ringmaster of whatever it was that was going on back here.

Cammy turned to walk away from the alley. But, she accidentally kicked a lone aluminum food can, rousing the attention of the criminal-like faced man.

"Hey, you!" He aggressively called out to her.

First impulse she felt: Run. But then, she wasn't exactly a weakling either.

"Bugger off!" Cammy shot him a scowl.

"Oh, got some moxie, huh? I like dat. Yer gonna make a good one, I can just feel it in my bones! Looks like I was wrong after all; there are still a few strong girls wondering around here...And I bet the boss is gonna have tons of fun with you."

"Like I'm going anywhere with you!"

He gave a shady grin. "You don't got much of a choice...Little lady."

A fight ensued.

He was obviously strong, just as she had estimated, and she had no doubt his bowling-ball sized fists hit like a ton of bricks, but he wasn't exactly the fastest thing out there, and it seemed his bulky human-bulldozer build greatly slowed him down.

Cammy smoothed through his blows, quickly evading each one with a series of dodges, flips, cartwheels, among other many experienced-looking maneuvers, and then she would strike back, showing she wasn't just a pretty little face, and those juicy thighs were every bit as deadly as her fists.

She was able to evade his attacks and deliver her own, but he was quite the walking-tank, continuing to stand and take the punishment when she bested the man in the alley in just a few hits.

After Cammy had drawn out quite the supply of spit from his mouth, enough to form a small pool on the ground, she finally drove her light-blue lightning bolt marked thigh into his stomach and reduced him to an eye-bulging, groaning mess that shortly fell to the ground.

"Now leave me alone, you bastard," she spat on the ground and walked off.

She didn't expect him to recover so quickly, however. And the man let out a wicked chuckle that went unheard by her ears, pushed himself up, and snuck up behind her.

WHAM! A haymaker hit Cammy behind the head, right below her blue beret.

She went down, instantly, hitting the ground.

"HEY BOSS! I found one! And she's damn good, too! She gave me a lickin'." He excitedly announced.

The man bent down and picked Cammy up, tossing her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes while leaving behind her beret that had fallen onto the ground, and sunk into the shadows at the back of the alley, giving one last evil grin.