"Ramirez? What are you up to?" The young woman sat on a double bed, wrapped
up in the white satin covers.
"Nothing. Go back to bed." A man sat in front of a computer on the far side of the room. The room itself was dark. The only way she could tell he was there was from the light from the screen.
"You've been there half the night. Give it a break. Come to bed." She said, getting up out of bed. She wore a silver silk chemise-gown, with lace edges. She walked over behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. He lifted up one hand and placed it on hers, still tapping at the computer with his other hand. All he wore was a pair of white draw-string trousers and a necklace with a picture of the woman in it.
"C'mon," she added. "Its half four in the morning."
"Oh alright." He got up and began to follow her back to bed, then turned back to turn off the computer. Suddenly, the penthouse window shattered and the pillows and sheets on the bed exploded in a hail of bullets. The woman dropped off the bed and fell into the arms of the man, who had run over. She was bullet-ridden, blood on the edge of her mouth, her face pale.
"I. . .I. . .I'm sorry my love." She touched his face with a bloody hand.
"Leanne. I. . .I didn't want to drag you into this." Tears welled up in his eyes and one ran down his cheek, onto her hand.
"I love yo*" Her hand fell from his face, leaving a bloody hand print on his face. Her head rolled back.
"I love you too," he whispered. Several men poured into the room and ran towards the computer, looking for disks and destroying the hard drive. He slowly put his hand over her eyes and laid her on the floor. He then burst out from behind the bed where they had been concealed and kicked the first man flat in the chest. He did a roundhouse sweep on the second man, to get a sudden blow across his face by a tiger claw. His vision was blurred and he could feel his head swimming in the nausea that flooded his mind, drowning his brain. A voice spoke above him, barely audible as he slipped into unconsciousness, but still audible enough for him to recognise as that of Heihachi Mishima.
"Fool! Think you could spy on me and my organisation! For spying on me, I take all of the research you have 'acquired'. . ." He held up the disk, ". . .and for killing my men, I kill the dearest thing to you. . ." He motioned towards the woman's body. The man tried to reach over, crawling over to her, reaching desperately.
"Le. . .Leanne. Argghh.!" He could feel Mishima's foot stamp on his back and the taste of blood rose in his mouth.
"A parting gift. From me to you." Mishima ran his tiger claw across the man's back sharply, then kicked him in the jaw, knocking him out.
"Name?" The woman asked.
"Ramirez," was the reply.
"Age?"
"Unknown."
"What do you mean 'unknown'?"
The man leaned over the desk. "Listen lady. I've come to kill Heihachi Mishima. My age is unimportant. Besides. . . I'm orphaned."
"Everyone wants to kill Mishima, honey. You ain't the only one with a grudge and as for the orphan thing, I've heard worse sob stories in my time. Now, age?"
"Jeez." He ran his hand through his unruly black hair. He had three scars over the right side of his brow and down his cheek. Luckily, his eye was missed by whatever had done it. He clicked his jaw unusually while he thought for a minute.
"Okay. Approximately Twenty Two." He saw a room key lying on the desk. He picked it up.
"Fighting Style? Hey!" She watched as he took the stairs two at a time, up towards the fighters' rooms.
"Tch. The impertinence of youth. At least I know what room he's in," noticing that the key had gone.
Okay. That's the end of the first chapter. So, who wants to be Ramirez's room mate. I want character ideas in all of your reviews. I'm trying to have as little of the original characters as possible (although they will still be in it, if enough requests for them come in) and Xiaoyin goes without saying. They will be in it. All ideas for new characters will be used, unless they're really, really stupid i.e. you want a clown as a character and no characters like Mokujin (bloody tree) or Bear/Panda. No stupid characters in this please.
"Nothing. Go back to bed." A man sat in front of a computer on the far side of the room. The room itself was dark. The only way she could tell he was there was from the light from the screen.
"You've been there half the night. Give it a break. Come to bed." She said, getting up out of bed. She wore a silver silk chemise-gown, with lace edges. She walked over behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. He lifted up one hand and placed it on hers, still tapping at the computer with his other hand. All he wore was a pair of white draw-string trousers and a necklace with a picture of the woman in it.
"C'mon," she added. "Its half four in the morning."
"Oh alright." He got up and began to follow her back to bed, then turned back to turn off the computer. Suddenly, the penthouse window shattered and the pillows and sheets on the bed exploded in a hail of bullets. The woman dropped off the bed and fell into the arms of the man, who had run over. She was bullet-ridden, blood on the edge of her mouth, her face pale.
"I. . .I. . .I'm sorry my love." She touched his face with a bloody hand.
"Leanne. I. . .I didn't want to drag you into this." Tears welled up in his eyes and one ran down his cheek, onto her hand.
"I love yo*" Her hand fell from his face, leaving a bloody hand print on his face. Her head rolled back.
"I love you too," he whispered. Several men poured into the room and ran towards the computer, looking for disks and destroying the hard drive. He slowly put his hand over her eyes and laid her on the floor. He then burst out from behind the bed where they had been concealed and kicked the first man flat in the chest. He did a roundhouse sweep on the second man, to get a sudden blow across his face by a tiger claw. His vision was blurred and he could feel his head swimming in the nausea that flooded his mind, drowning his brain. A voice spoke above him, barely audible as he slipped into unconsciousness, but still audible enough for him to recognise as that of Heihachi Mishima.
"Fool! Think you could spy on me and my organisation! For spying on me, I take all of the research you have 'acquired'. . ." He held up the disk, ". . .and for killing my men, I kill the dearest thing to you. . ." He motioned towards the woman's body. The man tried to reach over, crawling over to her, reaching desperately.
"Le. . .Leanne. Argghh.!" He could feel Mishima's foot stamp on his back and the taste of blood rose in his mouth.
"A parting gift. From me to you." Mishima ran his tiger claw across the man's back sharply, then kicked him in the jaw, knocking him out.
"Name?" The woman asked.
"Ramirez," was the reply.
"Age?"
"Unknown."
"What do you mean 'unknown'?"
The man leaned over the desk. "Listen lady. I've come to kill Heihachi Mishima. My age is unimportant. Besides. . . I'm orphaned."
"Everyone wants to kill Mishima, honey. You ain't the only one with a grudge and as for the orphan thing, I've heard worse sob stories in my time. Now, age?"
"Jeez." He ran his hand through his unruly black hair. He had three scars over the right side of his brow and down his cheek. Luckily, his eye was missed by whatever had done it. He clicked his jaw unusually while he thought for a minute.
"Okay. Approximately Twenty Two." He saw a room key lying on the desk. He picked it up.
"Fighting Style? Hey!" She watched as he took the stairs two at a time, up towards the fighters' rooms.
"Tch. The impertinence of youth. At least I know what room he's in," noticing that the key had gone.
Okay. That's the end of the first chapter. So, who wants to be Ramirez's room mate. I want character ideas in all of your reviews. I'm trying to have as little of the original characters as possible (although they will still be in it, if enough requests for them come in) and Xiaoyin goes without saying. They will be in it. All ideas for new characters will be used, unless they're really, really stupid i.e. you want a clown as a character and no characters like Mokujin (bloody tree) or Bear/Panda. No stupid characters in this please.