By the way, I am quite aware that Hwoarang's last name is not Doo-San but for the purposes of this story, it's what he goes by.
Disclaimer: All Tekken Characters are property of Namco, but any other characters in this story are copyright to Teeju.
Chapter 1: The Drag RaceTwo men stood along side their two motorcycles outside the bar. One of them has long red hair and looks as if he is in his twenties. The other man has blond hair and considerably older, but very muscular. An excitement filled the air as a crowd gathered outside the bar to watch.
"You sure you want to do this Doo-San? No one has ever beaten me in a drag race. Especially around Dead Man's Curve"
"Yeah, yeah" Hwoarang swung his leg over the other side of the bike and sat on the seat "Just get ready to eat your words, Phoenix."
Paul Phoenix does the same and revs the engine on his bike. Hwoarang firmly grasps the handle on his motorcycle and the engine roars. He then turned to Paul again and yelled loudly over the sounds of the chanting crowd and the sputtering engines.
"And don't forget our little wager. Fifty bucks says I will make it to Dead Man's Curve and back before you."
In the chant of the crowd, he heard someone distinctly calling his name. He turned behind him and saw someone running towards him.
"Hwoarang! Wait!" Hwoarang rolled his eyes and tapped the handles impatiently.
"What is it now, Jung?"
Jung reached where Hwoarang waited for him to speak. He put one finger in the air and bent over trying to catch his breath. Hwoarang sighed, it wasn't that long of a run. Jung was a man who seemed incompetent for being in a gang, it wasn't that he was young; it was just seemed like he wasn't really cut out for the gang life. If it wasn't for his proficiency with handguns and other weapons, he definitely would not be Hwoarang's first choice. Jung ran his hand through his short spiked hair in obvious anxiety.
"There was this man in the bar. He was looking for you. He was well… kinda weird. He creeped me out. Do you know him?"
Hwoarang felt something go up his spine. He knew who it was, but he didn't know he'd be found so soon. No matter what he did he always felt like his past always caught up with him in the end. Jung of course was ignorant of most of his past, being that he was new to the gang. No one knew anything about it. And he wanted to keep it that way.
Hwoarang stared out ahead of him, the road was empty and it sounded like the roar of the crowd died down as he looked towards the open road. He shook his head slowly.
"No, I don't know who you're talking about. I hope you didn't tell him where I went?"
"Of course not."
"Good." Hwoarang eyes have a new focus on them he revved the engine on his bike. "Now out of my way, I have a race to win."
Jung stepped back. A man stands in between the bikes holding a pistol in the air. Hwoarang grasped the handlebars firmly as his heart began to beat more rapidly. Suddenly the pistol fired and the riders sped off into the horizon. The sound of the crowd dwindled.
Paul was ahead by a small gap and slowly increasing the margin. The wind rushed through Hwoarang's hair as he narrows in on Paul's trail. Hwoarang could barely make out Paul turning around on his bike.
"Hey, Doo-San! You might want to pick up the pace! You're slowing down."
Hwoarang gritted his teeth. Every attempt for Hwoarang to try and pass Paul only resulted in Paul's margin only increasing. There would only be a little time before Paul would reach Dead Man's curve and he would be out fifty bucks.
Hwoarang smirked, he never lost at anything and he wasn't going to start now. He swerved off the road and towards a pre-cut entrance to an abandoned junkyard. If he took this shortcut he'd pull up right up Dead Man's Curve before Paul easily. He abandoned any doubts by telling himself that he was on the street and on the street there were no rules.
He twisted the handle violently and the engine roared and he pulled the back causing it to glide on one wheel. He focused on the ramp ahead that would lead him back to the main road.
"Steady, Steady." Hwoarang murmured aloud.
All of a sudden, figure emerged and blocked the entrance to the main road. Hwoarang blinked in surprise and slammed down on the brake while turning the bike sideways to avoid slamming into the figure ahead. He stopped just in the nick of time a couple of feet from it. Hwoarang simply turns of the engine of the bike climbs off his it. He stood a few feet off staring in resentment at the form directly in front of him.
"What the heck is your problem? I had that race!"
The figure stepped closer and his form became more visible. He was about Hwoarang's height. He has a silver hair and is wearing all black. He was well-built with a scar, vertically on his left eye. Hwoarang couldn't believe it, but Bryan Fury looked even more menancing and demented than usual.
"Where is it?" Bryan spoke flatly
"I told you! I was trying to get your money! If you didn't get my way…"
"What you're doing is child's play. I've given you more than enough chances. Pay up."
"I don't even know why you're hounding me. I wasn't responsible… for your death."
Flashback
Bryan is inside the blood talon headquaters, talking with the leader. He is muscular and of asian descent with jet black hair. Bryan is standing in front of a large briefcase stuffed with cash while the leader sat relaxed in his chair.
Bryan stood uneasily as if nervous about something and then finally spoke to him.
"There it is, that's all the cash."
The leader fingered through it then closed the case abruptly. "You know, the Brazilian Division Sector will be very unhappy that they won't get their shipment on time."
"I am making it worth your while, aren't I? After all, you are trafficking drugs."
"And you are betraying the police force. We're not all that different."
"You'd never expose this little deal of ours to my superior? Wulong would probably have my head for this."
"And risk my gang being destroyed? Never! One of my guards will escort you to the warehouse."
Bryan exited just as Hwoarang entered the room. Bryan smirked and Hwoarang eyed him suspiciously. He emtered the office and bowed slightly in homage to the leader. He immediately looked behind and shut the door. The leader simply raised an eyebrow.
"Hwoarang! My main man! What's up? You seem a little jumpy."
"I don't trust that guy."
"Who? Bryan? Did you se how much money he gave us."
"Yeah, and he seemed all to eager to toss it and get the goods."
"Hwoarang, listen. I value your advice as second in command. But we got what we wanted. The drugs are off us and we got the cash."
Hwoarang shook his head. Just as he is about to protest another member of the Blood Talons comes into the room. The leader seemed annoyed by this intrusion but he seemed oblivious to it.
"Sorry,
but there's been a breach. The Night Hawks are here!"
The BTL slams his fists on his desk. After pondering for a moment, the BTL opens a drawer and puts a gun in Hwoarang's hand.
" I don't know how our rivals found us, but we're going to have to hold them off as long as possible."
Hwoarang looks up into the BTL's approving face and nodded. All the other memories are blurred together; there are flashes of lights and sound of sirens and gunshots.
End flashback
Hwoarang was hit by a barrage of punches that felt like he had been hit with lead. He keeled over, writhing in agony but somehow managed to stand and fight back. But trying to move Bryan was like trying to move a brick wall.
Bryan had Hwoarang in a lock and just as he is about to deliver another critical blow he sees some of Hwoarang's allies running in his direction. He stopped the hit just inches from Hwoarang's face.
"Next time, Doo-San" Bryan spoke ominously. Just as mysteriously as he appeared, Bryan Fury had vanished. A mix of both blood and sweat intermingled and dripped from his shirt and down the sides of his head. Hwoarang is bent over, clutching his stomach and grimacing.
Jung, who was the first to arrive placed his hand on Hwoarang's back and matched his eye level with Hwoarang's.
"You alright? Who was that guy?"
"Never mind that." Hwoarang spoke flatly.
Hwoarang slowly made his way over to the bike which still sat untouched nearby and he stumbled the entire way. He kicked the stand up with his foot. The bike roared with intensity as he muttered something about still being able to finish the race. His vision was still blurry and suddenly he lost his balance as the ground came up to meet him.
A/N: Some of you know what's going to happen already, but still review anyway. You never know how I might change it up.