Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of the characters. They all belong to Namco.

A/N: I'm finally back in the world of Tekken fan fiction. And man has it been a while. The first chapter of the story your about to read is a renewed and revised version of "Save Me." I decided to scrap the other one, 'cause let's face it, it was horrible. My writing left nothing to be desired. And it didn't come out right the first time around. But now since it's been a few years, I reread the old version with fresh eyes. And decided to breathe some life back into it; hopefully with this new facelift and a whole new title name, it will keep my interest long enough to finish it, along with yours. Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Like Crawling Over Broken Glass

She walked into the club like she owned the place. Dressed in tight black leather pants, and a red see-through tank top, Julia Chang grabbed a guy by the wrist nearest to the entrance and dragged him out onto the dance floor. The stranger didn't object of course. Who would? She was beautiful. Julia and her partner began to dance. Grinding their bodies together to the rhythm of the music; for almost an hour they were lost in the beat.

Until "she" came.

"Excuse me!" Julia felt a sharp tap on her shoulder. If I ignore her maybe she'll go away, Julia mused.

The tap came again, more sharply this time, "Hey! I said excuse me!"

At this point Julia was getting pissed. She glanced over her shoulder and smirked, "You're excused." Julia turned back to the man who was enjoying himself and began to dance even more seductively with him, wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him closer to her body.

"That's my boyfriend!" The girl standing behind Julia cried.

"Really?" Julia asked as she turned around to face the girl, a neatly plucked eyebrow raised in speculation.

"Yeah." The girl replied.

"Huh," Julia looked back at the guy in front of her, running her gaze over his body; she reached up and yanked his shirt collar down so she could look at his bare chest. "I don't see your name on him anywhere."

"Zack, do something!" The girl squealed in a high-pitched whine.

"Yeah, Zack," Julia taunted in her own interpretation of the girl's annoying voice, "do something!"

And without a second thought, Julia turned on her heel and sucker-punched the girl behind her in the face, her fist making contact with the girl's button nose. There was a sickening crunch and the girl's head snapped back from the force of the blow. With blood spurting out of her nose and down the back of her throat, the young girl lost her footing and slammed into the wall behind her, sliding down it, unconscious. With the scene unfolding before his blurry blood-shot eyes, Zack was sobering up quickly as he took in the sight of his broken girlfriend on the floor. He looked from his girlfriend, to Julia, and back again; a frown creasing his forehead.

Zack cocked his right arm back, his fist aimed at Julia's head. A look of determination etched across his features; ready to extract vengeance on the broad in front of him for his fallen girlfriend.

Hey, I didn't know he had a girlfriend Julia thought suddenly. Before Zack had a chance to launch his fist at her face, Julia reached out and clamped her right hand around his wrist, pulling him towards her. In his semi-drunken state, Zack lost his balance and stumbled forward. Her left hand snaking around his neck to grab the back of his collar, she spun Zack around so his back was to her. With her hand still on the back of his neck, Julia slammed his face down hard on the granite bar top before him. There was a loud snapping sound, and one could only guess that all the bones in his nose had splintered into tiny fragments.

Man, that's gonna hurt like hell in the morning, Julia thought without one ounce of remorse for her actions as blood began to spread into a shallow pool around Zack's cheek. With a satisfied smirk, Julia Chang released her victim, sighed and turned to walk away.

"Uhhh…" came a muffled agonized moan from behind. Julia stopped in her tracks, turned her head slightly to the side and glanced over her shoulder. Zack slowly pushed himself away from the counter and swayed on his feet. Crimson streams of blood were trickling down his face and dripping off the end of his chin, splashing on to the cement floor of the club. If he doesn't walk away right now, he's in for a rude awakening, Julia thought angrily, glaring at him over her shoulder. Sure enough, Zack started to make his way towards her, to continue his sloppy assault. He lurched forward letting a swing fly. I can read this guy like an open book, Julia dodged his swing, feeling the shift in the air as his fist missed the side of her head. Using the back of her hand, Julia struck Zack across the face. His bald head snapped back only to face her again with a red angry welt rising on his left cheek.

Not waiting for another messy attack by the rookie fighter, Julia did a quick spinning kick to the side of Zack's head. The sharp kick caused Zack to teeter slightly and then loose his balance completely. As he fell, Zack knocked into a fellow dancer. That's when all hell broke loose. It was a domino effect really. The guy Zack hit, stumbled and fell into the girl he was dancing with.

In the blink of an eye, the club turned into a sea of flying limbs, unintelligible screaming and yelling was drowned out by the music pounding out of the ceiling speakers in every corner of the room. Smack dab in the middle of the bedlam, Julia began to dance. She raised her arms over her head and crossed her wrists. The pose made her seem as if she was imploring some ancient deity for guidance. As the music caught on to a steady rhythm, she swung her hips from side to side. The beat of the music reminding her of a heartbeat; with the beat humming through her chest, Julia thought of Jin. She remembered how they used to lay in bed together, Julia's head resting on his bare chest just listening to his strong steady heartbeat. Thump-thump, thump-thump. She had found it oddly comforting; it was like her own little lullaby. Julia danced like this to the beat of an imaginary heartbeat well into the night.

In the darkest corner of the club a lone figure stood vigilant in the shadows, watching a young woman dancing her heart out on the dance floor. The shadow was dressed in black jeans and a dark navy blue sweatshirt covered the upper half of his body. His sweatshirt's hood covering the majority of his features, his long bangs hung in his eyes. He had witnessed the entire scene. He had watched her sway her hips in time with the music, saw her dance with a tall handsome stranger, all the while a flame of jealousy sparked deep within him at the sight of that erotic display. The confrontation with the man's girlfriend, and stood dumbstruck as Julia attacked the girl without a hint of hesitation. No remorse whatsoever in her eyes. All he could see was a never ending abyss of emptiness; he shuddered at the sight of them. Had seen the entire fight with the girl's boyfriend and now Julia was dancing in the middle of the biggest bar fight he had ever seen. And his Julia was the cause of it all. Jin was crushed, what happened to the girl I fell in love with? What happened to the girl who always smiled and would never be caught dead in a place like this?

Then Jin remembered.

What have I done?

What have I done…?

A/N: So, what did you think? Please review, constructive criticism is always welcome. R+RL: