Hi everyone! This story came to my mind when I answered a "If you were a Tekken Character" thread. I made up a character and the more I wrote it the more I thought it would be a good story to tell and I could add what I really thought should have happen in Tekken 6. I will tell you all that the story will revolve around a few characters including my made-up character, Joanna. Mostly be in her p.o.v but once in a while I will show other characters p.o.v.

Expect alot of action, adventure, drama, and maybe some angst!

Shattered Dreams

After the King of Iron Fist Tournament Five, Jin Kazama took over the Mishima Zaibatsu. For a time, the enemies and victims of both Heihachi and Kazuya Mishima's reign control over the company were relieved to hear of the new leader…a new blood. No one expected the ravages of war to fall from the sky or spills of innocent blood drenching the streets of many countries.

I didn't expect my whole life to change because of one man's desire to end his own life and the life of his family…

All I saw was a madman who destroyed my dreams but in that destruction, I gained a new perspective of myself and made new friends who I will willingly die to protect and defend.

The United Nations

Just two months after Jin Kazama took over Mishima Zaibatsu.

It was a dreary day. Dark clouds poisoned the sky as if God knew what he was planning on doing when he entered the highly decorated halls, which its walls on each side were of different men and women from past years, of the United Nations building. Two red and black armor-suited men, who were part of his Tekkenshu, were in front of him, opening the double brown doors as they came across them. Eddy Gordo, a Brazilian man with beaded, brown hair, was standing at the right of him wearing a tuxedo suit and dark-tinted glasses that shielded his conflicted eyes. He only worked for him because he had the resources to save his master's life. Grudgingly, Eddy took part in some of his operations, which made the man sick to his stomach and wetted his hands with blood. All he had to do was remind Eddy who held the card to save his master's life so the fool could keep his mouth shut. There was one other person. A woman with blond hair and light, blue eyes. Her high cheekbone face and body features were sharp like the daggers hidden underneath her pant legs and a black leather, buttoned jacket that only reached towards her waist. Polished high heels reflected off of the fluorescents lights that hung above the ceiling. Nina Williams was her name. His bodyguard and a cold-blooded assassin. She knew what he planned to do but she said nothing. Why should she? Nina Williams does her job without mercy and besides… she was the only one who knew why he was doing this. Mrs. Williams wasn't the judgmental type especially towards her clients. A perfect match for him.

Fixing his cuff links and collar that connected to his black trench coat, he nodded towards the two soldiers, signaling them to open the last set of doors. They aggressively opened the double doors, greeting all the different nationalities and ethnicities of people who sat up with furious expressions and disrespecting body language. He ignored it all as his black loafers took an arrogant step up towards the podium that was looked upon from the whole United Nations representatives. All their eyes looked down on him but he overshadowed them. Everything was in place and all power that they have is nothing compared to what he has.

"Jin Kazama!" It was the gray-haired United States Representative, Donald Reverend, " We, the United Nations, demand to know why the Mishima Zaibatsu has captured several economical factories and refineries from over forty nations."

Unimpressed, he just closed his eyes, "You're in no position to make demands, Mr. Reverend."

Reopening his eyes, his black eyes grew intense. He glanced at all the representatives, "I gave you all time to make your decision. Yet, all of you are stalling and I'm…running out of patience."

With the snap of his fingers, the roof above them collapsed in neat circles around the delegation. On each carefully cut pieces of the nice white ceiling was his Tekkenshu, who all aimed their weapons at the security guards that guarded the entrances and exits. More men with red and black armor suits fell down from the ceiling. The security guards were quickly outnumbered and out gunned so instead of firing, they laid down their arms.

"The Mishima Zaibatsu will gain its independence today."

"Or what?" said a representative from the back with an Arabic accent, "You will kill us."

"No…if I hear the answer I don't want to hear, your nations will pay the price of your arrogance. So, don't try me."

"The answer is still no." All of the delegates agreed with Donald and shook their heads.

He would have to admit how strong-willed they are in their decisions but what has this strong will have ever contribute to the world? These politicians…those so-called peace keepers try to compromise and negotiate with each other. It's kind of an insult to the world. All these representatives hate each but here…they play nice. Hah! It's all about lies, deceit and power to fuel their ulterior motives or gain prestige towards the ignorant citizens of their own or other nations. But him…he was fighting all of them. To them, it's crazy and egomaniacal. He didn't care. If what he sat up worked, he won't live long for them to pass judgment on him. And this was the only way to save the world…from himself and his family.

"In order to gain physical form, the world must be put into chaos."

"In order to save the world, I have to destroy it."

"Very well. If this is your preference…"

He walked off the podium with Nina and Eddy not far behind him. Before he exited the room, he looked upon the representatives, "My Tekken Force will remain here. Just to remain you all that I will be back…"

He jerked his head and let his words echo his steps as he headed towards the black helicopter that would bring him back to the Mishima Zaibatsu.

A white fog suddenly overcame the helicopter, consuming it until it was gone. He stopped as he noticed that Nina and Eddy were nowhere to be found. A woman was front of him. She had medium size, black, straight hair with bangs that clawed her forehead. A white headband pushed back the rest of her hair back. A sleeveless shirt with golden buttons that rested on the right side of her chest covered her body with black capris and rolled down socks pushed inside dark dress shoes. Her pure face, which had a white glow, was sorrowful and made him cringe in remorse. His back was still turned. He couldn't bare to see her.

"My son, what you planning to do will destroy you."

"I know, mother. That's what I want."

"Jin, your friends, allow them to help you. Please, son, don't succumb to the evil which Azazel is forcing you to do. There is always a choice."

"Mother, it's nice to hear from you but I have no time for weakness. This must take precedent."

Jun Kazama held out her hands, "Take my hand, son. Like you did when you were so tiny."

"I'm sorry. See you on the other side, mother."

"Son…"

Walking inside her soul, the vision of his mother disappeared and the white fog dissipated, revealing back the dreary sky. Thunder boomed and it started to rain hard. Water droplets fell upon his face like tears. His mother was crying.

"What's wrong?" Nina Williams came in front of him, noticing his dazed appearance.

"Nothing." He shook the water drops and grabbed the metal edge of helicopter, leading Nina and Eddy. Its rotors twirled around and around, lifting them up into the moisture smelling air. Lightning strikes cackled through the darkness.

He had to plan his next step…

In which there will be no going back from…

One Month Later

Soreness.

That's all she felt as her eyelids flickered to life. Her chubby cheeks ad skinny body squished onto the blue carpet that covered her entire dorm. Slowly, she tried to pick herself up from her grounded position. Her arms violently shook as she pushed her torso up from the floor. Using her lightly white, quilted bed as leverage, she pushed herself up to the bed and sat on the edge. Feeling her forehead, she suddenly cringed as a stinging sensation throbbed her head. Checking her hands and arms, they were scratched and had blood on them. A wooden framed mirror hung on the wall in front of her reflected her appearance. It wasn't a pretty sight either. Blond hair that she split into two separate purple ponytails was now a messy bush. Her clothes consist of a white shirt which was surprising clean but her denim jeans were a different story. Holes were on her knees exposing cuts that were bleeding blood stains. Her forehead had a large cut reading across it.

"What happened?"

The only thing she remembered was reading Frankstein by Mary Shelley to pass the time until her friend, Yvonne came. Yvonne was her roommate who was Japanese. She was studying the same major. They both wanted to be English teachers. Yvonne was new to American so her English was a little broken. Always ready to help anyone, she agree to help her with her English if she taught her Japanese. Saying the language was easy but the writing…her symbols were always too crooked and crumbled together. Poor Yvonne had the opposite problem. She can write English but speaking English made her frustrated.

Suddenly, she remembered a powerful wind pushing her against the wall. That's why she was on the floor and all cut up like this. Looking at the mirror then behind her, her eyes widened in realization. Standing up and staring in shock, Yvonne's side of the room was gone including half of their ceiling. Her bed, which was decorated with red and golden colors was destroyed. Bits of burnt cotton mixed with textbooks who were in the same shape was scurried everywhere. Walking towards the burnt edge of wooden material that made up the floor of their neatly crafted dorm. What hit them and where is Yvonne?

"Get a grip, Joanna. A bomb just nearly killed you."

Cackles of thunder forced her to cover her ears. The sun was shining brightly so it wasn't the weather. What was she talking about? It rarely ever rained in Florida. Surveying the outside, armies of men in suited red and black armor were firing automatic weapons towards…army men.

"Holy…"

Where there once was a huge parking lot was now a crumpled building. Squinting her sapphire eyes, she could make out gunfire being traded back and forth between red and black armored suited men and what looked like the U.S. Army. Bullets nearly scathed her head. She took the hint and ran towards the door. As she opened the door, the hinges broke off and fell into chasm that ran down the middle of hallway, showing the inside of several other rooms down below. Her fear of heights made her jump back into her bed. Heart beating faster than normal. She took deep breaths and slowly walked back, stopping at the threshold of where her door used to be.

"What's going on here?"

Glancing at her right, she hugged her back against the once clean, white walls and shimmered. Looking down a couple times made her dizzy was she straightened her head and stared at the roof. Keeping the momentum, she saw the stairwell and laughed.

"This is it. All I have to do is going down and I'm home free."

She smiled with proud until she heard a familiar voice.

"Joanna! Help!"

Following the voice, deep down the stairwell holding for dear life was a small Japanese woman with long, straight black hair wearing a checkered skirt and a white shirt like hers.

It was Yvonne!

"Hold on! I'm coming."

Climbing down the stairs, she bent her knees so she could reach her friend's petite wrists. Tightly, she pulled her friend up quickly, dragging her all the way from the edge.

"Thank you!" Yvonne finally said as she tried to gain back her oxygen that she lost from shouting.

Because of the broken stairwell, they couldn't go down without breaking their necks and elevators were out of the question. She wasn't going to trust an elevator when a fricking war was happening around them!

"So we have no choice but to go up!"

Joanna said as she helped her friend to her feet. Jogging up the stairs, they finally reached the roof. Banging the door down, they over to see how the battle in parking lot was going. Smoke and fire rose to the sky almost covering the bright rays of the sun. Planes soared above them grabbing bombs and missiles.

"Run!" Joanna screamed as she turned around. The whole roof vibrated at the power of the missiles which hit below them. Cracks breached the surface of the roof, splitting the roof in two. They were on the other half which was falling towards the plain grassy area down below. The roof hit the grass hard, making the two colleges girls roll over towards the grass.

"What's going here?" Yvonne staggered as she stood up to wipe her knees and palms.

Joanna mimicked her and stretched her arms. They were still sore as well as the rest of her body.

"Joanna…" Yvonne pointed behind her, motioning for her to follow her finger towards the huge car pile up that streamed the streets. Malls of different stores and restaurants she used to walk to all the time were all just burning pieces of bricks now. Finally dawn at her that whatever was happening didn't stop at her college. People were screaming as shots were firing all around. Because of the car pile up, some people were trapped inside their cars.

"Come on, Yvonne." Joanna started to run towards the panic when a big explosion rocked the ground behind them.

A armored tank was crushing through cars, mowing down buildings and people all together. Joanna nearly lost her breakfast at the sight. Her eyes watered at the sight of all this horror.

"We have to get out of here!" Her friend tapped her shoulder and began to running opposite of the tank as it grew closer.

Joanna didn't budge. She was just shocked, appalled. Nothing seemed to make any sense. Who was attacking them? Why? What the heck was going on here?

"Joanna! We have to go or else we are next!"

Stepping back and eventually turning around to follow her friend, Joanna still ran those thoughts into her mind. Who would do such carnage? Such destruction. Then she remembered a certain breaking news bulletin that happened a month ago.

"This is Channel 4 news with a breaking news story. Jin Kazama has declared war against the world. Today at 2:00 pm, Tekken Forces had seized the United Nations. Kazama has demanded that the Mishima Zaibatsu gain its independence which has been declined by the UN. All we can tell is that no one has been hurt but some of the representatives are furious and still remain firm in their vote against making the Mishima Zaibatsu independent from the world. Reporter Mark Smith is at the United Nations building. Mark, can you tell what's going on there?"

"Not much, Katie. From what I hear from inside sources, Jin Kazama threatened that if the Mishima Zaibatsu doesn't get its independence, the nations of the world will pay the price."

Was this Jin Kazama's doing?

"Joanna. Look!" Her friend clapped her small hands as she spotted a barricade of camouflage tanks being guarded by men in tan and green uniforms.

"Home free!" she happily jumped up with her friend.

Without warning as they ran to the U.S convoy, both of them felt a ardent, hot fire burn their backs. Their feet lifted off the ground as their bodies did a full 360 in the air. They both screamed and landed face first into the black cement of the road they traveled on.

*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

Greeting her eyes was a gray steel ceiling with stacks of light across the perimeter. A machine, which had an IV connected to her left arm, measured her heartbeat, blood pressure, and pulse. All were extremely higher than usual. Sitting up from the white, fluffy pillow her head slept on, she saw that the room wasn't from no hospital. No doors or windows were visible which made her tear off the IV from her arm and jump out from the white-colored quilt sheets. Still wearing her torn clothes minus her shoes, her bare feet touched the padded floor, rubbing her toes against the soft cotton feel. There were crevices which suggested to her that there was a door or rather two but since there was no knob on either one, it was useless to try opening them. As she moved her hands, exploring the coldness of the steel that trapped her inside, she wondered where she and her friend was.

"Joanna Sheppard." a loud, booming voice echoed, making her flinch.

"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked trying to sound emotionless but failed miserably. She was frightened and very shaky.

"Where you are is irrelevant, Who I am is irrelevant. The world is in chaos. The United States is on the verge of collapse."

"What?"

"Jin Kazama has full control over U.S. and is bringing the world to its knees. We have a job for you and you will agree." The voice sounded forceful.

"What job?"

"We need someone go inside the Mishima Zaibatsu and we chose you."

Looking up at the ceiling, she tried to search where the voice was coming from but the male voice seem to be everywhere, "Why me?"

"We found you and your friend. Everyone else was too busy fighting a battle."

"Yvonne. Where is she?"

"She is fine and will be taken care of."

"Can I see her?"

"No…but she is safe. We need you."

"How about my parents?"

"They are in the care of your country's military."

Relieved but still not trusting the voice, she tried to found out more information.

"Are you military?"

"Your job will be to disguise yourself as a Japanese-Russian woman and joined the Tekken Force." the man ignored her question.

"Wait a minute!" she waved her hands in the air, "how did you know about my Russian ancestry?"

"We know everything about you and your life. We have studied your records."

"And also you must know that being a spy and a soldier aren't what I want to be."

"You have no choice."

Joanna clenched her fists and placed them on her hips in anger, "Hey, buddy. I have a choice and I tell ya to find someone who has experience with this stuff. I'm trying to be a teacher. Now let me go back to my life."

"All colleges and educational facilities have been closed upon the mandate of the U.S President. This is your only option if you want to survive."

He was right. She can't go back to her home. As the voice told her, her own country was in shambles. Whoever these people were, they were either desperate or there was something she was missing. Mysteries were her favorite thing but not when it came to her to life. With no college or home to go back to, her dreams were shattered and she was alone.

"All right. What do I need to do?"

"There is a duffel bag underneath the bed. The contents in the bag contain what you require."

Getting on her knees, she reached under the twin bed and pulled out a black duffel bag with a tan leather handle. Unzipping it, she saw make-up, a shaver, soap, comb, travel-sized shampoo, passports, food, water, clothes which were her size and lots of yen.

"Cool."

"The bathroom is on your right."

On her right, a section of the wall caved in and revealed a blue and black marble bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower.

"When you are finished cleaning yourself up, I will speak again."

"I hope there is no camera in there." murmured Joanna as she grabbed the shampoo, comb, soap and went inside the bathroom.

On the shower rack hung a pink towel and rag for her. Sitting the shampoo and soup on the edge of tub and the comb on the sink, she carefully stripped her self from her dirty clothes and placed her two ponytails near the comb. Quickly she stood inside the tub and moved the shower curtain over, feeling a little bit more secure. She was always modest about her appearance and figure. It was foolish since no one was around but she didn't trust the man or people who brought her here. Trust is earned not given and she wasn't going to feel weak in front of them. Deciding on a hot shower, she switched on the shower facet and let the water fall down on her messy, blonde hair which always made her look like a boy and her dad always teased her about that, making her feel more self-conscious than she already had. She put them in pigtails because it made her look more feminine and to shut her father up.

"I'm glad I don't need to live with him anymore."

Just picturing her father made her slap herself, "Stop that Joanna! Forgive and forget."

Shampooing her hair, she did a double rinse and added some more shampoo, rinsing it off. Using the rag, she dipped it into the soap and got a good amount to wash her face, chest, back, arms, legs, feet, and between the legs. After making sure she was cleaned up and smelling good, the shower was switched off and she shivered as she stepped out. Swiftly, she dried her medium length hair and the rest of her body. Slipping on the white shirt and light green jacket and baggy pants of the same color, she combed and put her hair back in its pigtails style. It was then that she realized that she didn't have any shoes. Wiggling her toes, she ravaged through the duffel bag and chuckled to find black women's loafers. Grabbing the socks and shoes, she slipped them. She put some of the yen in her front pocket. Putting the shampoo, comb, and soap back into her bag, a clicking sound echoed.

"There is a plane outside waiting for you. It will take you to Tokyo where the Mishima Zaibatsu is located. In one of our passports, you will find an ID that will get you into the Tekken Force security. We have already took care of everything else so once you show the ID, you will be placed into basic training for eight months then do what you wish."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You are on your alone. We know you want revenge on Jin Kazama, don't you? What you do to him is your business."

Actually, she really didn't want to think about it but the thought of beating that madman up did make her smile. Payback for destroying her comfortable life and ruining the home she only knew. Determined, she zipped her duffel bag closed and placed it over her shoulders. A door opened into front of her showing a desert plain and a white with a red stripe two-seated private plane waiting for her. Getting inside the plane, the pilot instantly started the engine and lifted off.

I did exactly what they told me to do and I still couldn't believe how easy it was…maybe too easy. Until this day, I still don't know who they are. Basic training was pretty tough and rigorous. I had fun though. There were so many soldiers…I made friends with none of them. My main focus as soon as I got off training was Jin Kazama. Revenge filled my mind as I remembered what Jin Kazama had done. I still kept an eye on what was happening in the U.S. but it just got worse. For months, I was put in patrol in one of Mishima Zaibatsu's science labs. Creepy place it was. It was around that time a rival corporation, G-corp headed by Kazuya Mishima, decided to stand up to Kazama's forces. I didn't trust him either. Anyone with the last name of Mishima was up to no good. U.S and many other places would take years to recover and…my life…even longer.

Then one day, I had a chance to get back at Jin Kazama. Acting like a loyal dog and being promoted, I was appointed to the Mishima Central Tower to bodyguard Jin Kazama.

That was the day I finally get my vengeance…

Or so I thought.

It was break time and she needed to go to the bathroom…bad! Not for the reason some people thought as she rushed through the stairs and reached the girls' room. Dashing through the door, she checked the stalls to see if there was anyone in them. No one was there but her. A rectangular mirror that stretched from left and right from the three sinks below stared at her with her helmet's yellow eyes. Here she was in a Tekken Force uniform which consisted of a red and black armor suit and the P20 automatic weapon that she never fired. That was a thing she was grateful for. Taking off the suffocating helmet she breathed in and sat aside the automatic weapon, her blue eyes took a long hard look at herself. She was still wearing pigtails and her face was still the same as ever but her body was a different story. Her skinny, frail figure was not so fragile anymore. Muscles from her forearms to her legs bulked out tremendously. The strength in her fists scared her yet made her feel more confident. She always did have a problem keeping her arm muscles. No one on the whole force teased her without taking a big look at her and stepping away. It was all thanks to the basic training she was required to take before joining. Basic training was tough especially for her because of two reasons; one was that her muscle density wasn't very strong to begin with so, the drill sergeants gave her double duty on push-ups, pull-ups, and weight-lifting. The another reason was that she was a woman and the only woman on the Tekken Force. That was a real challenge to overcome. All the men taunted and tried to make her feel bad about herself by pointing out her mistakes and imperfections on her figure. She forgave them months ago when they finally showed her respect.

The complex she was assigned to patrol was called the Mishima Central Tower, which was a place Jin Kazama visited frequently with his bodyguard, Nina Williams. From what she heard about Nina Williams was that she was a well-known cold-blooded assassin from Ireland and Joanna never saw her before so she had to rely on the stories of the soldiers. Jin Kazama had other members of his gang… that was what she called this whole company. Chief of Security, Eddy Gordo, was a Brazilian man who had his hair beaded and tied back. He wore dark glasses and a tuxedo. She saw him a couple of times. He was the one who ordered her to this patrol but she found him strange. He always had this angst face. She guess that he has some regrets to what he was doing or was ordered to do by Jin. Poor guy. There was one more person she had to mention, Lars Alexandersson. Lars had golden-brown hair, which some stuck straight up in the back, with white highlights and had the same color blue eyes she had. He was the commander of the whole Tekken Force and he always wore a lion emblem on his armor. Commander Alexandersson was there when she was getting through basic training. From the look on his face whenever he saw her, he looked like he wanted to ask her something. Was it why she was here or was he doubting her? She didn't know but his warmness and nice personality scared her especially when he acted like that towards her. Because of her father's manipulative ways, she saw his niceness as a way for him to get something out of her or to do something for him. Joanna was disgusted at the thought of owning any man something. That's why she stayed away from them.

The reason why she was here in the bathroom was contemplating her plan to get back at Jin Kazama. With the weapon she laid upon the sink's wall, she could shoot him in the head and be done with it. But did she really want his blood on her hands? Could she really have the courage to kill him even after what he had done to her? Killing someone was a sin but is it really a sin to kill a madman who has shred innocent blood?

Questions of conscience and moral swarmed her mind gave her a headache, causing her to jab her fists into the sink.

"So, this is the G.I Jane I heard about?" A blond haired woman with very sharp heels that matched her cold as steel expression and body had her back against the corner leading to the entrance. But Joanna knew from descriptions that this was Nina Williams.

Joanna faced the woman and quickly put on her helmet and placed her weapon close to her chest, "I was just cleaning myself up, ma'am."

"I need another soldier to guard the entrance to the Perch. Jin Kazama is expecting an attack from the G-corporation any time soon."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be there right away!" Joanna gave a short salute and exited the bathroom not looking back. An elevator rode her up to the 2nd level of the tall skyscraper.

The lst level from what she heard was a throne room for Jin Kazama which was off-limits to everyone but him. Two guards were guarding the entrance to the circular elevator, which was struck between pure black walls, leading to the throne room. Casually, she took her position in the middle of the two similar dressed men when both of them got a call about an attack in the sewers' junction.

"Roger that." the soldier on her left nodded to her and the other man to follow him.

"I'll stay here to protect Jin Kazama until Williams comes back."

The two guards agreed and disappeared into the elevator.

"This is my chance."

Entering the elevator, it automatically climbed up because of its motion sensors.

"This is it!" Joanna tightened the grip on her weapon.

Gargoyle statures with devil wings and fangs circled around her with stone eyes that seem to glare at her. The ceiling was full of a crimson fog that wrapped around the area. Also, a big claw with three long nailed fingers holding a glass mold of the Earth in its palm was in between two gargoyles on her right.

"I asked not to be disturbed."

There he was. Jin Kazama. His face, which was emotionless, rested against his clenched fist with his legs crossed. A dark trench coat, dress pants, and black dress boots was his full attire. Black hair came to a tip in the back of his head and bangs clawed his forehead.

She raised her weapon, aimed at him. The laser sight pointed at his chest then his head.

She was about to squeeze the trigger when she heard a voice inside herself shout, "If you kill him, you're no better than he is!"

Jin's lips curved into an arrogant smirk, waiting for her to try.

Joanna growled, throwing away the weapon, "Jin Kazama! I'm here to claim vengeance upon you!"

Standing up for his unholy chair, he rubbed his fingers into his bangs back and forward. He just stared at her with a bored expression.

"Your forces devastated my country. What is your justification for this war you have caused?"

Adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, he crossed his arms, " I don't have to justify to you, child."

Joanna's fists shook with fury, flashes of her friend and family overcame her mind. She couldn't stop her feet from rampaging towards the man who ruined her life. Her fist that was ready to punch him was caught by him. His fingers tightened around her small wrist. She struggled to get her fist out of his when a blue electricity fueled his bare hands. Before she knew it, his free hand punched her stomach making her fly a couple feet away from him.

"I thought my father would have sent a better assassin."

"What?"

Joanna pushed herself from the ground and put her fists up in a stance that made Jin chortle.

"You don't know how to fight, do you?" His eyebrows twitched in amusement.

Ramming towards him like she did before, she smiled when he left his legs wide open enough for her to slid under. It caught him off guard as he turned around to face her, he was backhanded hard in the face. Before he could recover, she punched him multiple times in the face. She dropped a kick that made him fall on the ground.

"Hah!" Joanna barked, "You're not so tough!"

Jin wiped his mouth and got up, "You really think those moves can stop me?"

Again, sparks of blue electricity came out from his hands. This time his black eyes glowed with a creepy red-orange color. Dark violet aura surrounded his entire body. She stepped back when he crept closer to her with eyes that screamed violence.

"You don't realize the force you are dealing with."

He jumped on her with jabs. They felt like daggers stabbing her. Blood busted from her mouth as Jin gave her a roundhouse kick that left her spinning, hitting her back upon the stairs that lead up to his loyal chair. She tried to pull herself up but her arms were too weak. Her entire body felt useless…broken. Humiliating her even further, he placed his boot on her helmet cracking it. A scream came out from her bloody lips as glass and the material that made up the helmet pierced through her face.

"Jin," the voice sounded feminine, "Who is she?"

"She doesn't work for G-corporation."

"So?"

"She's just a nobody. Throw her away."

Grunting at the pain, hands were placed on her damaged helmet.

"Keep the helmet on. I wish to leave her with some dignity."

She lost consciousness as Nina dragged her body onto the elevator.

*Gawk*

Groaning, she tried to open her eyes but pieces of the helmet blocked her from seeing where she was. Pulling it off slowly because some of the helmet stabbed itself upon her face, she managed to get the useless helmet off. Darkness covered her eyes but the smell of spoiled food and the feel of wet and sticky between her fingers told her she was in a dumpster.

"Keep the helmet on. I wish to leave her with some dignity."

"Thanks a lot, you bastard." She mumbled as she struggled to lift up the lid that covered the dumpster.

Rays of the sun shined on her as she carried herself over the edge of the green bin and landed on her numb feet. A bad idea. Immediately, she fell on her knees as her legs staggered. Using the bin as leverage, she picked herself up and started walking away. Looking around, she saw hundreds of people going about their daily routine. Billboards flashed advertisements for all kinds of stuff people want to buy or eat. Traffic was very slow. Cars touching the other car's bumpers and taxis honking as people shout out.

It looked like the usual weekday in…where ever the heck she was. Since no one was paying any attention to her, she just walked by everyone around the city. Her hand guided itself along the tan, brick wall she rubbed against.

Humiliated…

Broken…

The revenge she wanted to taste was bitter…very bitter.

Jin Kazama's strength felt so…inhuman. Those glowing red eyes staring at her was etched in her head. That purple aura.

Who was Jin Kazama?

His fists could have ripped her apart and killed her. The thought of death chilled her spine. Deep down inside something woke up. During those months of thinking about Jin Kazama and what he did, she just thought he was just a common man who had bodyguards stronger than him. But it looked like those bodyguards were just for show or for another reason she couldn't think of at the moment. Catching a breath, she stared at the armor she wore.

Disgusted. She tore it off like paper and gathered it up. It didn't matter if all people saw was a tank top and sweat pants. Those clothes gave her a false confidence. The muscles she gained were for naught and it sickened her to the fact that she tried to play hero. She was stupid to think she could put an end to the madness, to avenge her friend and family wherever they.

There was a trashcan nearby in front of opened gate which lead inside a school. Gathering it all up in her naked arms, she let it all fall in the trash…where it belonged all along.

"I'm nothing." She kicked the can, frustrated at herself.

Her failure was right…she is nothing but a big failure…a deadbeat.

"Hey get out of my way!"

A loud commotion in front of the school building made her turn her head to watch.

"I don't want to fight you but if you don't stop bullying me, I'm going to teach you thugs a lesson!"

The brown, short haired girl talking was wearing a tan cotton vest overtop a white collar shirt with a yellow plaid skirt. Her socks reached to her knees and wore tan boots. The boys she was talking to wore ball caps, long shirts, shorts and had crazy hairstyles with too much hair gel.

"You can't do anything to us, lady." One of the boys pounced toward her only to be kicked up in the air and landing on the cement pavement face first.

The other boys shared the same fate, making her whistle at how quickly this small girl could drop men twice her size without breaking a finger or sweat.

The three boys ran away past her with their tail between the legs. Something pushed her to yell at that girl.

"Hey! Hey!"

As she came closer, a kick connect to her chin forcing her to land on her back.

"Ow!"

When the schoolgirl realized who was on the ground, her hazelnut eyes widening in horror. Helping her to sit up, the girl kept bowing her head in apology.

"I'm sorry!"

Rubbing her back, she winced as it was still stiff, "It's all right! I shouldn't have ran like a lunatic and scared you!"

Wiping her knees, Joanna noticed the girl looking at her clothes.

"Were you robbed?"

Looking at herself, she laughed, "No, I wore a stupid uniform, so I stripped."

"Are you okay?"

Joanna waved her hand, "I'm fine. I saw the way you dealt with those thugs. That was amazing!"

"Thanks."

"How did you learn that?"

"Well, you see…" the girl eyed the woman, "What's your name?"

"Joanna Sheppard."

"I'm Asuka. My father owns a dojo and teaches our family fighting style which is called Kazama style."

"Wait a minute! Are you related to Jin Kazama?"

Asuka's face went still and a sudden sadness washed over her, "We are cousins."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to attack you." Joanna said chuckling.

Whoever this woman was, she didn't act like her cousin nor was she as evil. Anyway, Joanna believed that the sins of one person are theirs alone not their whole family.

"Can you teach me?"

"Sure, I can take you to my father's dojo!"

"Cool!"

Suddenly, a bell rung.

"After I finish school…just wait here!"

"All right!"

Joanna motioned to the ground, "I wait right here! It's nice to meet you, Asuka."

"Pleasure to meet you, too!"

Laying against a tree close to the entrance, her hand caressed her chin.

"Ouch! I'm glad she didn't break it. I have enough problems."

Asuka Kazama gladly led me to her father's dojo and taught me what she had learn and more. Her father told me about their family history and the goal of the Kazama style of fighting. It's not to start a fight but to end one. At first, I didn't get it but after a year of training with Asuka, I finally realized what it meant. There was something special about this fighting style…

In that same year, Asuka and I had become great buddies. She reminds her of my friend, Yvonne who I told her about and still pray to this day that she was safe. Eventually, I told her what I have been though and I still look at the news trying to see how the U.S. is recovering. It was bad all around but I kept on praying to God to help my country and keep my family and friends safe. Seeing Jin Kazama's face everyday on the television did make my blood boil. I still hold ill will towards him.

He humiliated me…separated me from my family and friends who I still question to this day if they were alive.

When Asuka told me about the announcement of the King of Iron Fist Tournament…

A new fighting instinct in me grew…

I was determined to fight for my family…friends…and country.

But still lingering feelings of hatred and revenge clouded my soul.

I hope you enjoyed it! More to come soon!