Author's Note - Hi there! *waves* Second time posting on here and first time doing a multi chapter fic. I hope who ever reads this enjoy it!
Injury
-Chapter I-
Hwoarang sped down the highway on his motorcycle swerving in and out of traffic as if it were nothing.
In his mind he was replaying the fight he had had with Jin Kazama. At first Jin wouldn't fight with him saying something about having to deal with his cursed blood and ending his family lineage.
But Hwoarang being who he was wouldn't take no for an answer and Jin buckled under the pressure.
They fought and Hwoarang defeated Jin but something was off. At the time Hwoarang dismissed what Jin had been telling him throughout the course of The King of Iron Fist Tournament. What did he mean about his cursed blood and ending the Mishima bloodline for good?
Hwoarang had to focus on riding his bike he would think about that later. He sped up and cleared the traffic. The road was empty except for him and his bike. He kept his eyes straight ahead until he saw a shadowed figure standing in the middle of the highway.
"Shit!" Hwoarang shouted. He had to stop the bike and fast before he hit the person.
Hwoarang turned the bike sideways and skidded down the highway. The figure held his hand out as if he was telling Hwoarang to stop. All the sudden an unknown force came rushing towards him and his bike exploded. Hwoarang hit the ground hard and rolled a few feet away from the mess that was now his bike.
"Dammit!" Hwoarang groaned as he slowly began getting to his feet. His vision was a bit blurry as he tried to regain focus he could see the figure walking towards him.
~Shit!~ Hwoarang thought as he tried to restore his balance. His head was aching and he could feel blood running down his face. He tried to focus to get a better look at the approaching threat.
As Hwoarang's vision began to clear he saw what appeared to be Jin but his eyes were glowing. Hwoarang blinked a few times, he thought he was imaging it but he wasn't. He continued to stare at the creature. He saw that it had what looked like tribal tattoos on its chest and forehead.
"What do you want?" Hwoarang shouted.
"To finish what we started..." the creature answered.
As the creature got closer Hwoarang could see it had horns and wings. He put his hand on his head but kept an eye on the creature.
~Dammit! I must have a concussion.~ He thought but there was no time Hwoarang had to defend himself and quickly took his stance.
"Who are you?" he pressed.
"Why you don't recognize your rival? Surely you haven't forgotten." the creature replied.
"Kazama?"
"You do remember." the creature began to smile.
"Wh...what happened to you?" Hwoarang stammered.
"This is the curse of the Mishima bloodline...the devil gene." Devil Jin answered.
Hwoarang's eyes narrowed. So that's what Jin meant by cursed blood and destroying the Mishima bloodline.
"So are we going to fight or not?" Hwoarang's words dripped sarcasm.
Devil Jin smile grew wider as he came to a stop standing a few feet in front of Hwoarang.
"I would love to." the devil's voice was a low growl as he spread his wings and took flight.
"What the.." was all Hwoarang could manage and began jogging backwards as Devil Jin roared.
~What is it doing?~ Hwoarang panicked and at the last minute decided to make a run for it. Devil Jin smiled and gave chase as Hwoarang jumped a guard rail and ran into a field.
"Fuck!" he shouted. There was no place to hide. Hwoarang turned around to face Devil Jin as he landed gracefully several feet away from him. Devil Jin laughed as he could sense Hwoarang's fear and charged for the Blood Talon. Hwoarang blocked almost every single blow. But Devil Jin just would not stop attacking. He threw punch after punch, kick after kick until Hwoarang's defense faltered and he was left wide open to Devil Jin's attacks. Hwoarang, bloodied, kicked Devil Jin to get some distance between the two.
He smirked. "Is that all you've got?" Devil Jin growled and reached for Hwoarang's left arm and gave it a hard twist. A crack echoed in the air shortly followed by a painful scream from the Blood Talon. Hwoarang fell to his knees holding his left arm as his breath became labored.
~I'm out matched...if I don't get away I am going to die.~ Hwoarang thought.
"Had enough Blood Talon?" Devil Jin said mockingly.
Hwoarang stared at Devil Jin, blood dripping from his head, trying to decided what his next move should be.
"I'm just getting started." Hwoarang tried to sound confident.
"Just getting started? Would you like for me to break your other arm?"
"No thank you!" Hwoarang said as he kicked Devil Jin hitting him hard in the jaw. Devil Jin stumbled backwards holding the side of his face as he smiled wildly.
"So you still have some fight in you."
"Of course I do." Hwoarang grabbed his arm and winced from the pain.
"You wont last much longer." Devil Jin growled as he took flight once again.
At a loss for what to do Hwoarang began to run again but tripped on a rock and fell face first into the cool grass. Devil Jin smiled as Hwoarang fell and struggled to get back to his feet. He thought that this would be a good time to cause the Blood Talon a little more pain. On the center of his forehead a third eye appeared and began glowing a violent red color just as Hwoarang got to his feet his back still turned to the creature. Devil Jin roared in what seemed to be agony as a red beam shot from the center of his forehead and hit Hwoarang on the back. The Blood Talon screamed as his flesh was being seared and fell to the ground again whimpering in pain. He could smell his flesh burning as the beam dissipated.
Devil Jin descended to the ground walked up to Hwoarang's form.
"Had enough Blood Talon?" the creature said sounding amused as Hwoarang groaned in pain. He gripped a hand full of Hwoarang's hair and slowly lifted his head off the ground.
Hwoarang was slowly slipping into an unconscious state as he heard Devil Jin laughing admiring his handy work.
~Son of a bitch...~ He thought as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and everything went black.