Author's Note: Yes, I'm alive. I'm back with a new Tekken fanfiction that was working on this morning. I got the idea from reading some of Thunderxtw's fanfic (read them, they're awesome) and playing No More Heroes. I'm not sure if I'll update this immediately, and I'm sorry if it's short, but I've been busy lately (and obviously lazy) working on school stuff (not sure why the hell I got a project when it's the end of the year) and entering two contests for Otakon this year. But I will get a chance to update whenever I get a chance (yes I said this in my other fanfictions but never did it, I know). Anyway, enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Tekken, and don't plan to. (-_-;)
Nina stepped through the door of her apartment, kicking the heels off her feet and flung them across the room. She removed her leather coat as she hung it onto the coat racket and then sat down on the couch, lounging as the dim lighting had set a comforting mood. Silence had soothed her ears as Nina began to slowly close her eyelids, drifting to a land of sleep, a land where she could escape from the disturbance outside her mind.
" Falling asleep on the job, Miss Williams? "
Her eyes were immediately pried open in alert, then shot a look at the ceiling to see a man falling from it, Nina leaped over the couch seconds before the attacker could pounce on top of her, landing on the cushioned furniture on his feet. Nina moved into a stance, arms into her with her legs apart, examining her opponent; he seemed to had long black hair in a braided ponytail, his face hidden behind a silver mask as cold, brown eyes were only exposed, staring at her. He wore a green suit, his half-buttoned shirt showed a tone chest, broad shoulders gave Nina the notice of him being very muscular.
" Who the hell are you?! " She shouted at the man in a demanding tone, her voice soon muffled by the abrupt rumbling of thunder heard from outside, rain pouring down the windows as the quick flashes of lightning lit the dimmed room. Before the woman could get an answer, the assailant charged at her, a claw had swung at Nina as she ducked under his right arm, then quickly getting up from her crouched position as she forced her knee into the region below his belt. The man groaned in pain and began to double-over as Nina took the arm that he swung and began to twist it, shifting her hips as she turned and flipped the man over her shoulder with his back pounding against the floor as it emitted a loud thump.
The woman took a few steps back as she rushed towards the couch, with all her strength tackling it with her shoulder as she knocked it over. Attached to the bottom of the couch revealed a pistol as she crouched down and snatched the gun, aiming the firearm at the man's back as he rose from the floor, index finger pressed against the trigger as many rounds were shot. Bullet after bullet were planted into his spine as Nina kept firing, the silencer equipped barely made a sound that would've alarmed her neighbors resting in their homes if weren't attached. Suddenly she stopped firing at the sound of a click, the pistol empty of ammo with the man in suit laid out on his masked face.
It was silent for a good, few seconds before a crack of lighting sounded throughout the room, Nina tossed away the gun and crept over towards the body, kicking it over on its back as she took a good look at his face, chuckling under her breath with her mouth curved into a smirk. " Now let's see who this guy really is. " She leaned over and reached out her hand to take the mask. Suddenly another crack of lightning boomed louder than the last and made her jump, and just like that the man's eyes had popped open, his huge palm clamped around Nina's throat, slamming her body against the wall as he pinned her.
" What the...? " Nina struggled to break free, but to no success, and was sent into a state of shock; she had clearly shot this man a thousand times in the back and knew he shouldn't of survived, though right now this was the last of her problems; now she was worried about stopping the man from trying to kill her. Reaching under her skirt, Nina pulled a stun gun and swung, her attacker's free arm snatched the wrist of her weapon arm. " Shit. " The man's grip tightening by high measures around her wrist, the woman shouted a painful yelp as she dropped her weapon, her face twisted in agony but switched into a mask of rage as she drove her nails into the man's eyes. Nina rushed towards him as she tackled him, reaching for the lamppost as she shouted a loud battle cry, ready to bring down her new-found weapon upon her fallen opponent, then swung down as the man rolling out of the way with the lamp and the shade smashing against the floor, leaving the woman with a wooden pole to defend herself with.
" Come on, Miss Williams. Show me what you're made of. " The man taunted his opponent as Nina charged at him, swinging the wooden pole but failed to even get in a hit. The masked man dropped down on one knee, ducking under the last swing as his other leg swept out in a graceful motion, connecting with the back of Nina's knee. The next minute she knew, she was staring at the ceiling with the wooden pole out of her reach before being forced down by a foot pressed down against her chest. " And this is who I'm fighting, 'the world's greatest assassin'. As far as I'm seeing right now, I don't think that title belongs to you anymore."
Nina rose both of her arms as she gripped onto the man's ankle, violently twisting it as her enemy shouted in pain, a sickening snap rung through the woman's ears. She then grabbed onto his shin as she turned her hips, pulling him to hit his face into the wall. Nina turned her hips again and caused the man to fall on the floor on his back, hitting the back of his head on the corner of the large, wooden table in the room. The woman took opportunity of this situation and leaped onto the man, taking his claw arm as she twisted it to a lock to the point in which another snap rung in her ears; she was going to torture this man into submission. She flipped him over on his face and took his other leg, bending it back to a far length.
" Who are you, and what do you want?! " She shouted in a demanding tone once more, her only reply was a heavy set of laughter, a sinister, cold set.
" You should already know there's no point in telling you now. " The man broke out of Nina's grip, flinging his leg back and forth as it smashed into Nina's nose, blood slowly trickling from one of her nostrils as red drops stained her buttoned shirt as the woman was knocked down on her back, lying next to her opponent who tried to roll away. She was not going to let him get away, and she was going to make sure of that. Nina pressed her body off the ground as she snatched the male's ponytail, twisting her wrist as the braided lock of hair started around her fist. Shouting another battle cry at the high tops of her lungs, she gripped the back of his head and swung his body, tossing him into the television set as the TV and shelves were knocked over and began to collapse.
She had him on all fours now, and taking the chance she kicked him between the legs again, receiving a painful groan as Nina picked him up from the ground as took a grip onto his neck, shifting her hips left to right over and over again to the point when another snapping louder than the others sounded through the room; she had finally defeated her opponent, his body limp and lifeless. The woman threw the corpse aside as it landed on its back, Nina leaned over to remove the mask. The man seemed to be of Asian descent and icy-blue irises had widened in shock as Nina had recognized his face.
Feng Wei; one of China's deadliest assassins. Nina had heard of the story in which he murdered his master and went on the run, craving power in order to be the strongest as he took out many fighters along his path. Nina had suddenly came across that path, and it turned out that Feng had met a dead end.
Nina began to pant heavily as she dropped down on all fours. After a few minutes of sucking in deep breaths empty of oxygen, she stood up, once more shouting a cry of anger as she kicked the side of Feng's head; this was the fifth attack this week, for many other assailants before Feng had tried to take Nina out whenever they had a chance. Whenever she was walking home, at the store, in the shower, or even at the movies, she was growing sick of this, and what bothered her the most was how long this would go on.
Walking down the hallway, Nina turned the doorknob and opened the door, dragging her body to her bed as she threw herself onto the large cushion and began to shut her eyes. For now, she could care less if she woke up to find a dead man in her living room; all she wanted was rest, and the heavy pouring of the rain and rumbling of the thunderstorm were the last to wake her up anytime soon.