Stockholm Syndrome
Stockholm Syndrome
A Tekken Fanfic By spongecake 2
Author's Note: I don't own Tekken, or Namco, or even very much at all. I had this idea after shovelling peanuts into my mouth and watching some crime documentary. Crime is a fascinating subject, particularly robbery. However, the subject of the documentary was kidnapping, and along the way it talked about Stockholm syndrome. It amazed me. Seriously. After looking on 'tin-ter'net' as it's called in Yorkshire to look at some interesting cases, I decided to use my remarkable brain and devilish handsomeness and other qualities of mine which don't exist to write a story based on it. And I did... to an extent. I haven't even started on the first chapter, so dear god, this thing could go anywhere, and I couldn't resist the temptation to make it humorous, though I think, in the right hands, it could be funny, though my humour can be pretty sick at times (Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Whatever it is, it's heading straight for the World Trade Centre. Oh, that Frankie Boyle. Ya ha ha!). This story is based around about the time of Tekken 4, and follows the mishaps of Tekken Force Hawk Squad 7, a band of four incompetents who turn out to make the stupidest mistakes of their sorry lives. I decided to do it in the Points of Views of characters just to see if I'm any good at first person story writing. Probably not, but hey ho, what are you going to do other than complain? Constructive criticism, favourable review and worshipping are all accepted, but don't worry, people who just love to complain. Whine, nitpick and nag me at your leisure. I'll be glad to ignore you to death if you do.
Chapter 1 – Hawk Squad 11
22:47
Heihachi's POV
I enjoyed pestering the Owl Leader, Mr Drive. He searched through the Zaibatsu Tekken Force database for soldiers. This was a mission of great importance, and I wanted the best of the fighters. Along the way, he came along this document.
TEKKEN FORCE
HAWK DIVISION
TEKKEN FORCE HAWK SQUAD 11
Mr Drive sighed irritably. Hawk Squad 11 wasn't in itself a bad squad, but not one fighter other than three had stayed in that division for more than five missions, and the three who did were among the original Tekken Force, and cowards at that. The other one was a young punk who I wasn't really fond of. Though, I had to admit, they were good fighters. Well, three of them were. The other was the easily the best marksmen in the Hawk Division, and so could be practical.
"Open it." I told Mr Drive. He raised his eyebrows to me, but opened the file regardless.
Captain Fritz Coster
Codename – C
Age - 37
Ethnic Origin: German-born English Man.
Fighting Style – None, other than hand to hand assassination techniques. Otherwise, he relies heavily on guns of various kinds.
Height – 4' 2''
Weight – 12 stone 4 lbs
Appearance – Short. Stout. Goatee. Natural dark blonde. One blue eye, one brown (reasons unknown). Uniform is black denim trousers, a black leather full length trench coat, a bandolier and red bandanna.
Fritz. The first ever saboteur in the Hawk Division, and the only one still going. He was also the only person in the entire Tekken Force not to know a martial art. He was fabled for his marksmanship. Mr Drive and I had met him before. Fritz was extremely dangerous and awfully dark in personality. He was intelligent, yet cynical. He was a scary guy, but nowhere near as scary as Mr Drive. Though I refused to say it, I pissed myself whenever Mr Drive gets annoyed. He had a nasty sense of humour which I don't care to divulge in because it's a disturbing one. Though Fritz isn't far off. He had a manic grin, which is how the Cheshire Cat would grin if he was also a pyromaniac. We looked at the next member.
Lieutenant William Wilson
Codename – W
Age - 34
Ethnic Origin – Canadian
Fighting Style – Hitting people… hard.
Height – 6' 5''
Weight – 18 stone 6 lbs
Appearance – Bulky. Big. Eternal blank expression. Black hair. Green eyes. Uniform is black tuxedo and matching shoes.
Bill. I rolled my eyes, remembering the huge festering lump. He shared his intelligence with a lamppost, and even that would have difficultly losing to him in a pub quiz. Bill's bulk obviously didn't go to his head. We decided to look at the others in the squad.
Corporal Benni Julius
Codename – J
Age - 27
Ethnic Origin – Italian, with a Spanish mother
Fighting Style – Specialised Self Defence Practises heavily influenced and based on Ancient Roman Gladius Techniques and Philippine Kali Stick Fighting, with two 12" assassin's blades.
Height – 5' 5''
Weight – 11 stone 4 lbs
Appearance – Fatigued looking face. Scowls most of the time. Shoulder length unruly light brown hair. Blue eyes. Uniform is leather jacket and black shirt, with black trousers and hefty army boots.
His last mission was Benni's fourteenth mission, and seventh mission with Squad 11. He was not a nice fellow. Cold, cruel, and insulting. He had a good life in Italy but had it all taken away from him by the G Corporation. Well, I thought, this mission suits him perfectly. A raid on the G Corporation's most important of projects would indeed be a confidence booster in him. I told Mr Drive to look to the last member of this troupe.
Private Takeshi Sakari
Codename – S
Age – 19
Ethnic Origin – Japanese, with Korean ancestry
Fighting Style – Mixtures and variations on Tai Chi, Tae Kwon Do and Samurai Hand-to-Hand techniques.
Height – 5' 3''
Weight – 10 stone 7 lbs
Appearance – Young, fresh faced. Short dark brown hair with black streaks. Hazel eyes. Uniform is beige jacket and matching hakama with black shirt and sandals.
Takeshi. Mr Drive didn't like him much, but he certainly respected him. He was a lot more preferable than his colleagues. He's a keen fighter. Only joined the Tekken Force so he would be invited to the King of the Iron Fist by impressing me. Ambitious, but just, a combination that I didn't like. However, the boy was young, and he had much to learn. This would be his third mission. Mr Drive pulled out a clipboard and ticked it.
"Another squad on the list." He murmured. We continued the search into the night.
22:52
Benni's POV
The phone rang. Unfortunately, I was in no mood to get up yet. I had spent the previous night getting pissed out my head, and I didn't need some bastard having the phone ringing in my bloody ear. I waited for Liz to get it, then remembered she had left with Fritz at the pub. My sister was never in, which was a shame. She hanged out with Fritz a lot. I'd almost say she had a thing for him. Then I remembered. She did have a thing for him. I forced myself up. I looked around the room. Nothing but pitch black, with a blue light coming through the curtains of the apartment that could be easily compared to a cupboard. The dim light gave an outline to the otherwise invisible items of my apartment, which mainly consisted of empty beer cans, bullet casings, a stupidly large collection of knives and half eaten sandwiches. I only just managed to find the phone. The apartment was clearly designed for a young student with very little time to spend. Not a grown man, weighing down the entire place down with crap. I placed the plastic thing to my ear. I muttered something I barely understood. It sounded something like hello; though for all I knew it could have been "Muffin."
"What?" Came the reply. I snapped to attention automatically. Mr Drive was the leader of the Tekken Force, and a ruthless one at that.
"Mr Drive, sir!" I said. Mr Drive chuckled.
"You've been drinking… again." He said. He had of malice in his voice. "Feeling bad?"
"Yes sir." I replied. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like an extremely loud foghorn. I clutched my ear. Mr Drive chuckled again.
"This might cheer you up a bit." He said. "Get the others in your Squad 11. At zero hours, you raid the G Corporation Main Building." At this, my jaw dropped. The G Corporation had destroyed my life 16 years ago. I'd be happy to return the favour. Then I noticed the time.
"But… it's twenty two hundred and fifty two hours." I said.
"Then you better get on with it, then." With that, Mr Drive hung up. I pulled out my two favourite knives out of a small drawer, and leapt out of the window. I skilfully landed on the roof of another building. All I had to do was leg it across downtown Tokyo, get Fritz and Bill, drag them to the Zaibatsu, and pick up Takeshi along the way. Sounded like a plan.
Liz's POV
It was the frantic knocking at the door that woke me up. I looked to the door. I was about to answer it, then remembered my absence of clothes. No way was I going to answer the door to some guy only so he could ogle at me. Luckily, Fritz woke up too.
"I'll get it. Stay there. They won't see you." He murmured. Wasted out of his skull, has completely killed his last few remaining brain cells, and still a gentleman. He picked up some pants, and, after putting them on, answered the door.
"Captain Coster." Came my brother's voice. "So, did you and Alizee…" Here, he emphasized heavily on my real name. He knew it would irritate me. Why the hell did Dad give me a French name anyway? "… have fun when you left?" Fritz looked shocked.
"I'm not a torrid freak. What gave you that sick idea?" He asked nobly.
"One, you've got a hard on, and two, you're wearing her panties." He said. Fritz looked down. He blushed heavily.
"It was dark." He said quietly.
"Get some clothes on, Fritz. We've got 'til midnight to get to the Zaibatsu." Benni said. Fritz ran over to the bed, and gave me a warm kiss on the lips.
"I'll be back." He muttered. He grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the door.
Fritz's POV
It was after I walked out of the door I noticed I was still wearing Liz's panties, and was carrying my clothes in a bundle.
"Keep 'em." Benni said. "They suit you." I was about to make a sarcastic reply but realised something. Did Benni just… make a joke? I had to ask.
"Are you in a good mood?" I asked, pulled my shirt over my head. Benni smiled.
"What gives you that idea?" He enquired.
"You're never in a good mood." I said, before hopping on one leg to put my denim trousers on. "Is it…" Though I had guessed already, I had to be sure.
"The G Corporation…" Benni punched his fist. "… will burn to the ground." I was genuinely scared by Benni. If he was happy, it was not because of a good reason…
Benni's POV
It wasn't long before Fritz and I were at Bill's house. It had changed since I had been there last. Last time I came, about a week ago, it had a door. I knocked on the wall. Bill came out. Typical of him, he just had to have a door shaped piece of wood on his neck.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking down us.
"Oi, whale man!" Fritz said. "Gotta go. Mission. Big place go bang." He sounded heavily patronising, but Bill had difficultly keeping up. I was sure that Bill thought that whale man was actually his name.
Bill's POV
Err…
Benni's POV
Bill shrugged his shoulders and decided to come with us. I was genuinely glad. I enjoyed having the big man around. Mainly due to security. He had the look that would make rhinos turn away and cower. Mind you, Fritz wasn't far behind, in terms of fierce looking. Bill was just a walking planet, yet Fritz had a glint. One that sat in his eye comfortably. I refused to admit it, but he scared me. A lot.
Fritz's POV
We managed to get to a small house, made entirely out of wood. It was made in the style of the Golden Pavilion, which is something I could never understand. How could anyone live in that sort of house? We never got this crap in Europe. I hated Takeshi's house out of its pure stupidity. The bloody thing looked like it would fall apart at anytime I could choose. It was pointless, I hated it, and when the day that it burns to the ground comes around, I will happily dance around the wreckage laughing manically. I walked over to the door, after managing to get past the bloody garden. Takeshi claims it's only a few metres, yet I'm sure there's enough land there to recreate Luxembourg, and Holland. When I got to the door, I was in no mood to keep the house up. I was happy, with Liz, and now I have to be dragged to some research facility in Hokkaido, so trudging across a bloody Zen Garden with enough cherry blossom trees to cover, and feed, the whole of Africa. I clicked my fingers, pointed to the door, and Bill kindly prised it in half.
"HEY! TAKKY!" Benni shouted. Takeshi came out of the now ruined doorway.
"I was meditating. You could just have knocked." He said. His short hair contacted his face as the wind picked up. "And don't call me Takky." He added. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, you are tacky. You're hakama looks like it is made entirely out of mud. You're hair looks like a bird has nested in it." I said.
"It was only there for an hour." He replied. I was in no mood to argue.
"Bill. Pick up Nancy boy." I said. Bill looked confused. "Takky." Bill's face didn't change. "Him." Bill plucked Benni off his feet by the scruff of the neck. I pointed to Takeshi. Bill dropped Benni and picked up Takeshi by the hair. Takeshi's complaints were ignored as he pulled him to the Mishima Zaibatsu.