I do not own anything in this story. Characters, places, events, Tecmo Team Ninja can have it all.
So, I actually wrote this story some time ago but never uploaded it. I'm putting off doing term assignments so I thought I'd blow off some dust and upload it. I'm sure by now everyone has beat DOA4 so I doubt I'm spoilinh any endings.
I recommend you read my past story, Canuck Combat, in order to know the main character and understand what's going on between characters.
I'll Fight… for You
Chapter 1: Taking Leave
Phil wiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes and continued to stare down at the monitor on the treadmill. It had been a little over a year since Phil Conners had entered the Dead or Alive tournament, met some new friends, made new enemies, and fell in love with a wonderful woman. He had finally grown used to life in France with Helena, and he had focused more than ever on his training. He turned off his headphones and shut down the treadmill. He wiped his forehead with his forearm and walked towards the huge windows of the gym. He stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked miles of countryside and breathed in the crisp evening air. He stared out into the distance, wondering what Helena was doing right now. She had left several days ago stating that there was something urgent that she had to tend to at DOAtec. Phil never pretended to make like he understood, as he had deemed Helena 'the smart member of the team'. He uncapped a bottle of water and chugged its contents, letting out a loud "ah" after he pulled the bottle from his lips.
"I love you Helena Douglas." he said calmly to the night sky.
Meanwhile, far away on an uncharted island in an underground military prison facility, a young woman sat quietly in her cell. She faced the cold steel floor that she sat on, her hands handcuffed behind her back and fastened to a clamp in the steel wall. Her ankles were shackled in a similar fashion, held tightly together by a pair of handcuffs that were secured to a clamp in the floor. This had been Ayane's life for over a year since the DOAtec secret army 'arrested' her for the murder of Helena's mother. For the first several weeks she would scream in fits of rage or try to pick the locks of the handcuffs, but solid steel casings over the shackles made that impossible. Afterwards for several months her focus had grown to simply tightening them to the extent that it would damage her veins and surely kill her, but the braces were locked in a secure state, and the mechanism to undo that lock was safely in the steel casing also. Her focus for the last several months was simply waiting to die; her life had lost all meaning. Every day a group of female guards would come, feed her, unlock the clamps that held her to the wall and floor, take her to a place were she could use a washroom, bathe her, then they would lock her back in her cell. There wasn't always a set group of guards that did this for her, but Helena did at least make a ruling that it had to be women guards after a group of male guards had their ways with Ayane several times until they got caught. The guards were never punished, simply relieved of their duties of tending Ayane. She had grown very thin and very weak, she was fed enough to keep her alive, but little more. Her strong body had also lost it's force, as the only physical exertion she ever got anymore was the occasional fit and struggling to free herself from her shackles, or when she would squirm and try to struggle as male, and the occasional female, guards raped her. She opened her weak eyes and stared up as the cell door opened and a trio of guards came in for their daily duty. Ayane's eyes focused as the sudden light of the outside world flooded in. One guard flicked the light switch and fluorescent light exploded into the room, making Ayane squint. She made out the figures of three women."At least I can use the washroom." she grumbled to herself. Suddenly the middle guard pulled a knife and spun elegantly to her left, slashing one guard's throat. The other was dumbfounded in shock as the middle guard then turned on her and killed her to. "What the hell?!" Ayane shouted weakly, now afraid of what was about to happen to her. Her eyes focused on the shimmering blade of the knife, and immediately her mind raced. Over the year she had been abused and neglected in many different ways, but she at least had never been physically tortured, but now she was scared that would change. The middle guard removed her helmet and auburn hair fell down smoothly and light brown eyes stared down at Ayane. "You." Ayane said half bitter and half afraid. "Come to gloat over me? Or come to kill me? Either way do it fast and leave me be." Kasumi pocketed the knife and took the keys to the handcuffs from one of the guards.
"Relax, I'm getting you out of here." Ayane scoffed at Kasumi's words and kicked at her rather pitifully.
"Getting me out of here?! You PUT me here you bitch!" Kasumi caught Ayane's feet and looked at the handcuffs around her ankles.
"Alright, if that's going to be your attitude, I'm leaving you tied up until you calm down." Kasumi unlocked the clamp that held the shackles to the floor and wall, Ayane screaming and cursing at Kasumi the entire way. Kasumi finally forced her hand over Ayane's mouth heavily. "Okay, you're REALLY making this rescue difficult. Stay still, and shut up, I'll explain later." Ayane remained quiet as Kasumi finished unbolting the clamps. Next thing Ayane saw was a swirl of blossoms surrounding her and she blacked out.
Chapter one is all done, shall we move along?
