A Drop of Vengeance
A/N: Hello! I'm back with another of my mishap adventures: this time in the Tekken world! (Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken... sadly...) This is a sneak peek for the fanfiction. Enjoy!
Prologue
November 15th, 10:51pm. A woman, who seemed in her late teens, was casually strolling down the moonlit avenues, dark skyscrapers towering over her. She wore a white top, and olive brown trousers, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, a few strands of loosely fell onto her rose cheekbones. Her light blue eyes shone ahead of her, her sight slicing through the darkness of the alleyway. The mid November breeze had frozen her confidence, as she heard a rustle of old flyers flow around her. Her ears twitched. Cautiously, she stepped into the alleyway, her hands trembling. Within seconds around five hands grabbed her, prohibiting her escape, muffling her screams.
November 15th, 10:53pm. Another woman, aged around twenty, waltzed down the litter ridden streets. Her curly, jet black hair fell onto her shoulders, some partially blown in the breeze. She wore a black dress with ruffles at the rim, half covered by a dark drench coat, its buttons open. She wore lacy black stockings, matching gloves, and leather boots. Her dark brown eyes surveyed the scene. The night seemed oddly quiet, as if no life was present. She shuddered as the wind hit her exposed neck. Trusting her instincts, she paced forward, aware that something misfortunate could happen. Suddenly, her eyes locked onto a young girl, who was cornered against a wall, surrounded by at least six men, wearing dark coats.
The mysterious woman pelted forward, towards the seven of them. She thrusted her lace covered fist at the nearest man, knocking him out in one blow. The other five men noted her presence and charged towards her. The woman smirked. The first man grabbed her by her wrist; however she twisted herself around so she was behind him, and forced his arm upwards, creating a cracking sound and a cry of pain. The woman let the man drop to the floor, and turned to face the two who were sprinting towards her either side of her. The woman quickly stepped backwards right before they made contact with her, causing them to collide into each other, dazed. The darkly dressed woman smashed the two men's heads together, causing blood to spew, the men collapsing onto each other. The remaining men released the young blonde girl, and ran for their dignity.
"Are you ok?" the mysterious woman asked the young girl, who simply nodded back at her. "What's your name?"
The girl hesitated slightly. "Rose." She stated, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What's your name?"
The woman was somewhat suspicious. She had a feeling she shouldn't reveal her name. The girl innocently waited for her answer. She seemed harmless… "Emma." The black dressed woman smiled a little. "I would stay and chat, but it's the middle of the night, and you know what could happen." Emma raised her eyebrows, her sight hovering over the pile of unconscious bodies in front of her.
"Believe me; you don't know the half of it." Another voice echoed from the silent alley, out of their sight. In seconds, Emma jerked upright. Now ejected into her upper leg, was a small dart. She felt the poison crawl under her skin after she had collapsed to the floor. Rose looked horrified.
"Run." was the only thing Emma muttered to the girl. Instantly agreeing, Rose fled.
The last thing that Emma heard was a name. A name which sent chills down her spine and set fire to her soul all at once. She was getting kidnapped, under orders, from a man.
Kazuya Mishima.