Steve's Remorse – Chapter One:
Disclaimer:- Characters of Tekken owned by Namco
Summary:- Steve Fox, former competitive boxer is tired with his life as a loser, now he wants out of his gutter life and back into the fighting arena. But when he is humiliated to no end, a red-headed stranger comes to his aid and tries to help him back on his feet.
Warning:-Chapter involves violence and sexual violence. Homosexual scenes.
Pairing:- Steve/Hwoarang
Steve's eyes flickered open, awakened abruptly by his bleeping alarm clock on the bedside table. The blonde Brit rolled his eyes and slammed his palm down on the clock to his side, pressing in the button and effectively stopped it's annoyance, at least until tomorrow. Laying on his back in the medium sized bed, he clutched the sheets up to his neck, feeling the cold morning weather creeping in through the frosted window. Steve shivered in his silk pyjamas, rolling over on his side and getting in the foetal position trying to conserve body heat. His tired eyes closed once again, Steve was really feeling the effects of the previous night's beating in the ring. He grunted, running his fingers over a heavy bruise on his ribs. The sharp pain made him sigh, realising the cold harsh reality of his life.
Moments later, Steve Fox achingly swung his legs out of bed and let his feet touch the carpeted floor so he could sit up. For a short while, he sat hanging his head looking at the floor. There was always this feeling he had in the morning when he felt like a failure, but he shook his head and rose off the comforting bed, moving to take a quick shower and put on his work clothes.
As Steve walked the grey lonely street he walked everyday to the construction yard, he dreaded his spiteful co-workers giving him a hard time because of his recent string of humiliating defeats in the boxing ring that he so hated for dragging him down. He used to be something. A champion in the ring, all of England loved him, but there will always be the day in a national celebrity's life when he will fall from grace, much too soon for Steve's liking. As Steve passed through the gates in to the construction yard, he couldn't help sigh and remember his glory days and look ahead to where he was now, a dull life with a hard job and an even harder night, fighting in the back of a bar to which he would no doubt fail. One day this will all change, he thought to himself as he walked in for the daily grind.
The day passed as It always did, and when he finished work at the construction yard, he'd had enough. 'No fighting for me tonight', he said to himself as he rubbed his eyes looking up at the night sky with a sad loneliness, he wondered how he spent nearly eighteen hours laying foundation for a new toy store. The handsome blonde man sighed once again, sticking his hands in his jacket pockets. They worked him so hard, he was forced to take on another 6 hours of work until they decided he'd had enough. Now he'd had enough, as he left and walked his way to his apartment he vowed to leave town by tomorrow and get a decent job and never return to this Hell bound place.
Steve felt he owed the people, they relied on him to win the championship, and he made them look like idiots for believing in him, he was an embarrassment to them. But he still didn't feel as though he deserved such harsh punishment. And that was why he would leave tomorrow.
Passing the bar where he fought every night, he hoped that the men inside hadn't seen him pass. But they had, he quickly walked, looking at the cracked pavement as he went along towards his apartment, suddenly, he felt himself been grabbed from behind by multiple hands and dragged back into an alley. "Where you going' Stevie boy?" Said one of the rough voices of the men forcing him down. "Trying to run are ya?" said another voice. "Your not goin' anywhere lad." Steve had some fight, struggling to push some of the men off of him, he recognised some faces in the dark of his co-workers, he pushed one man off of him and hit another one swinging his fist. He suddenly felt some energy again, never believing he would be able to fight again, he felt the thrill of his fists hitting his opponents.
"Come on then!" Yelled Steve triumphantly, he beat his enemies off of him, they wouldn't mess with him again. Then Steve fell faint, falling to his knees. A sharp, stinging pain in the back of his head, he felt around his blonde hair, looking at his fingers, stained with his own blood, glass from a broken bottle shimmered in the darkness. The men had recovered from their beating and were looking for revenge. Steve was pushed on his face on the dirty cold floor, unconscious from the bottle wound.
The men were ravenous with rage, they all gathered around and started kicking into him brutally, spitting on the downed man in fury. Then one of the men took off his belt and dropped his pants as the others lifted Steve and forced him hard face first against a wall and roughly yanked down his pants. The men held Steve against the wall so he was unable to move. They had evil smiles on their faces. Just as Steve began to regain consciousness, the man forced himself inside of Steve hard and fast. "Aaaaaaghhh!" He yelled out in pain as his rapist violated him.
Just then, a certain red haired passer-by on his way out to get a drink heard the blondes scream in pain, he first thought nothing of it until he saw down the alley at the shocking sight. The man shouted "Hey!", racing down the alley, a few of the men saw trouble and took off running, including the men holding Steve. The quickly dropped him to the floor and ran. In a haste, the man raping Steve fumbled for his pants and began to take off, but not before the stranger grabbed him by the back of the neck and launched his foot into his windpipe. The red-head released the man and let him drop to the floor. Coughing up blood and choking violently, the man crawled up against a wall on the other side of the alley. The stranger quickly moved to Steve. "Hey man, are you alive?" He asked, grabbing Steve's chin and making him look him in the eyes.
Steve glared back, his blue eyes full of fire and rage, he clenched his teeth in pain as he nodded to him. Steve pressed a hand against the wall, pushing himself to his feet, he pulled up his pants and wiped blood from his head. He limped over to the man who raped him, he raised his fist, full of hate. The man looked up in terror as Steve's fist smashed into his face with violent ferocity. The man's body laid limp and shaking on the floor, his face messed up beyond recognition.
The red-headed man was stunned, he didn't know what to do. He saw the blonde man turn to face him. For a moment he clenched his fist, he knew Steve was looking to vent his rage. But he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to, Steve collapsed from his brutal experience, as he fell, the red-head rushed to stop Steve from hitting his head, holding him up by his arms. He gasped, holding him against his body for a minute until he felt Steve's rough breath on his neck. "Shit, lets get you to my place, I don't think the hospital will be very discreet about this." As he hoisted Steve over his back, he heaved, carrying the beaten and passed out man all the way to the motel where he was staying, placing him on the bed and removing his blood stained clothes, tossing them in a sink full of water. He spent the night cleaning Steve's wounds and healing him up before he too collapsed from the experience on the couch.