Author's Notes: This is my first Tekken story. I have only just recently become immersed in the Tekken universe with the purchase of Tekken 5. I hope you enjoy this story. Please read and review, if you wish. I'm not too well versed in the details of Tekken lore, so if there are any glaring mistakes, please, feel free to correct me.
Into the Night
Chapter One: The Calling
Ling Xiaoyu.
Asuka Kazama.
Jin Kazama.
Three gifted individuals bound together by fate.
Already, the darkness is growing.
It is only a matter of time before it destroys everything.
Now, it's up to them.
They are coming…
"Rrrrrrrrring!"
"Ugh…"
Jin groaned, before glancing at the clock on his bedside table.
2:48 in the morning…who'd call now?
Jin picked up the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Jin Kazama."
"Huh? Who is this?"
"You don't know me. But I know you."
"Is this some sort of prank?"
"Not at all, Jin. I have called to warn you."
"Warn me of what?"
"Meet me at the intersection of 5th and Main. We can talk there."
"Hold on, now. Who is this?"
"Like I said, you don't know me. But you must leave, now."
"Why's that?"
"You are in danger, Jin Kazama. You must leave. They are coming."
"What? Who's coming? Hello?"
The line went dead. Jin got out of bed, and put on his pants with the flames on them. Throwing on his flame hoodie, he stood and looked around. Everything seemed okay. His small apartment was pretty much undisturbed. Putting on his shoes, he crossed over to the large balcony that overlooked the street, stepping onto it and closing the sliding glass door behind him. The air was cool, and the night was seemingly peaceful. Yet, all of a sudden, Jin's senses perked up. Something wasn't right…
BAM! Something huge smacked into Jin and tackled him to the ground, crashing through the sliding glass door, shattering it. Jin grimaced as the shards of the glass window punctured the skin of his back, but he couldn't focus on that now. He turned his attention to whatever smacked into him in the first place.
Something had Jin in a death grip, but Jin was too strong to give in so easily. He hooked his legs up around the figure's torso and rolled over, driving his fist into the figure's head. He was surprised at how the figure's metallic flesh gave way, his fist crushing the delicate mechanisms inside the machine. Jin took a moment to examine the dead JACK, before getting up just as two more came barreling in through his shattered window. Jin was prepared, however, and sent his leg up into one of the JACKs' sides, denting the metal, before sending his fist crashing through its chestplate, sending it flying back into the other one. Stunned momentarily, the JACK pushed off its fallen comrade before falling victim to one of Jin's flying kicks. Needless to say, the JACK went flying, shattered circuitry and bits of metal being scattered all over the place.
Jin ran up to the balcony just in time to meet three more. He effortlessly kicked all three off the balcony with one sweeping motion, and they plummeted down the 14 stories to their doom. Jin sprinted down the fire escape for all 14 stories, fighting off JACKs along the way. When he made it to the second floor fire escape, he slid down the ladder and landed gracefully on the ground, before taking off towards 5th and Main, pursued by a squadron of JACKs the entire way. He arrived at the intersection to meet a strange-looking man in white robes, carrying a pair of Uzis. Whirling to point in Jin's direction, he spoke two simple words.
"Get down."
Jin ducked and rolled into a crouching position by the man's feet as the man lit up the street with machine gun fire. The blistering barrage of bullets tore through the squadron of JACKs with ease, and when the hail of bullets finally ended, silence returned to the streets. A pile of mutilated machinery cluttered the street, and that was the end of the chase…for now. The man clicked out the two empty clips and replaced them with new ones, before holstering the two guns and turning towards Jin.
"Jin Kazama. It is an honor to finally meet you."
Jin, still panting from the encounter, stood and caught his breath. He studied the man's simple, flowing white robes, before speaking.
"Thanks for saving me, pal, but forgive me if I have questions that need answering."
The man nodded, his face concealed by his white hood, before he replied.
"Oh, no. Forgive me for making you wait before getting your answers. Now, we must make haste."
"What for?"
The man replied, in a tone deathly quiet.
"Your friend, Ling Xiaoyu, is in danger."
Jin was quiet for a moment. He surveyed first the pile of scrap metal that used to be JACKs, then the man who he has known for all of ten minutes. He was practically a stranger, after all. But then again…he did offer to help. And, somehow, he knew Ling was in danger. Jin could sense it as well. Something was…off. Jin knew it.
The man waited patiently for Jin's reply. Jin continued to think about trusting the man whom he'd met just ten minutes earlier.
But then, Jin realized something.
Ling was in danger.
This man could help.
That's all that mattered.
Something told Jin that he could trust this man. And that was good enough for him.
Jin looked up at the man, before turning to face in the direction of Ling's house.
"Let's go."
Author's Note: And there you have it. I hope you enjoyed this little story. Believe me, there'll be much more to come. Hopefully I won't keep you waiting for too long. You can review if you wish. Thanks for reading!