A Future Ally
Takes place post-Tekken 3 but pre-Tekken 4 and leads up to Tekken 6.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for "Sweevo" (Swear Voe), my original character
Part 1
I sat in a coffee house with a cup of tea in my hand. The huge widescreen HDTV was broadcasting news of the third "King of Iron Fist Tournament" from two years ago. I had expressed minimal interest and enthusiasm over the art of fighting, if you can call kicking-the-crap-out-of-your-opponent-and-watching-them-squirm-and-tremble-in-defeat a form of art. I guzzled my tea, and went up to the counter to get myself a second cup, putting the cup on my tab, or slate. A muscular man wearing a red Judogi with a black belt entered, sitting opposite me. His hair was up in a "stiff paint brush" style. He took a swig of his cappuccino and belched rather loudly. I winced at this man's behaviour. He noticed my facial expression and spoke, his voice a gravelly whisper.
"Hey, it's nothing so different to merit shock value. Everyone I know does it!" I just shrugged. The man pushed me.
"I'm talking to you! Answer me!" I fell over, and he leered over me.
"Do you think I'm the ultimate fighter?" He roared. Not intimidated, I spoke one word.
"Yes." His expression changed, and he helped me up.
"Sorry. I'm just so pissed off... I HATE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!" He roared, guzzling his coffee.
"What's the matter?"
"Those sons of bitches at Mishima... I won that Tournament!!" He turned to face me. "Thanks for being a fan." He stumbled out of the place, somewhat drunk, or hyperactive, or both, and left. I went to the toilet. Coming back, I saw a fair-haired woman wearing a purple outfit sitting where the drunken martial artist had been. I sat opposite her, hesitating as I eyed her gun and knife.
I tried to remain cool and confident, as I had done with my previous companion, but there was something about her which was slightly unnerving. She glanced at me, her blue-green eyes staring at me coldly and callously. She gave an equally freezing smile. I smiled back, or tried to. She spoke, her voice husky and accentless.
"Don't worry. I don't hurt those who don't have it coming to them." Her voice was monotonous. I started to work something out - this woman, I had seen her before... but where? Then it clicked. I swallowed hard, and opened a conversation with her.
"You're... Nina... Nina Williams... aren't you?" She looked at me slightly suspiciously.
"How did you know my name?" Her gaze was cold and unforgiving.
"Word of mouth. I heard it on the news report." She smiled a chilling smile.
"If you know who I am, then surely you must know about me and my sister. Were you with the Mishima Zaibatsu?" Her voice took on a serious tone.
"No, I wasn't." On the W of 'wasn't', Nina drew her knife and pressed it into my thigh. My eyes widened slightly, as panic deprived me of the power of speech.
"How do you know about me?" I struggled to fight the pain.
"I... hacked into the Mishima... Zaibatsu's database - and then G Corporation's library... you were in cryosleep for the best part of 20 years... along with your sister, Anna." She pressed the knife further into my leg. "You're suffering from amnesia... but you seem to know who you are. Don't hurt me, please." She withdrew the knife. I looked at her, slightly scared.
"I can help you."
"Why would I want your help? You're just a kid with some nerve."
"Nerve, not a lot of brains, but a big heart." I retorted. "Now, take it or leave it - the choice is yours." She looked at me for a long time, then nodded.
"Alright... but know and understand this: You betray me, I kill you. Is that clear?" I nodded.
"Yes, ma'am." I said with respect. She smiled at me, this time the smile was more friendly than hostile.
"I'm going to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4." Nina said without hesitation. "I want to kill that fucking bitch."
"You mean... Anna?" She nodded?
"I hate her. I despise her." She saw my calm look, in contrast to her eviscerated, hatred-stained face. A single thought repeated itself in my mind.
What have I gotten myself into?
What?
WHAT?
WHAT???