BALLISTIC
This is story is a multi-character story. While it has two main characters, the degree of focus is divided on all characters present in this story. I have intended to make it a romance-action/adventure genre but decided to just make it an action/adventure fic with a bit of flirting every now and then. This story focuses on Anna Williams, and her ambivalent relationship with Lars Alexanderson.
PROLOGUE
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:LARS:
My name is Lars Alexandersson, 27 years old.
I lead the military team constructed by the notorious Heihachi Mishima, the Tekken Force.
Training was rough, and I've seen a lot of people get severely bruised and beaten – others weren't even lucky enough to stand. To say it was a shock would be underestimating it by a mile.
I was 13 then when I was recruited, and I was able to witness things a normal 13-year-old boy aren't allowed to.
Violence, death and blood.
It was all too much but I have learned to live with them, for it is the only thing I know to do.
I have trained judiciously and upstaged even my seniors. Sometimes I even wonder why I was brought in to the Tekken Force in the first place. The people I was with were in their prime. I cannot help but feel that there is a deeper subjugation for the Zaibatsu to hire me. I have made it my goal during the training program to find out as much as I can.
I found a moment where the schedules were blanked. I sneaked into the facility and took out 4 guards assigned at the mainframe that housed every trainee's profile. I typed my name and to my chagrin, nothing came out. I was a Lieutenant, but my name was not in the ranks of Lieutenants. I thought that perhaps I wasn't taken seriously since I was young.
I smirked.
'I could beat all those lieutenants with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. '
With that thought, I typed in every military rank in the training camp, but still to no avail. I was giving up until I gave Heihachi Mishima a try. Nothing to lose, I at least should know a bit about who I'm working for – I deserve that.
His heritage came to view. His father, Jinpachi Mishima, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
'Probably already dead. Mishima Heihachi is 59 years old. If he's missing, I don't know where he'll go.'
There are side facts regarding Jinpachi but the most interesting thing that caught my attention was the presence of a superhuman DNA in his genetic make-up. His was different. Most primates share 97% of their autosomal DNA, the variations coming from the other 3% germinal DNA, the zygotic DNA. His however, had multiple codons read differently from a normal human's. And that troubled me.
And not even recovering from the initial shock, another one came – and the magnitude of its effect on me was nothing like the former.
Juxtaposed Kazuya Mishima's picture and connected with a direct line to Heihachi Mishima, was mine, with a Mishima after my name.
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:ANNA:
I had always been a loner, despite my physical disposition to socialize. Come to think of it, I have made only quite a handful of friends. I mean, who makes friends when your job's killing people?
Trust is not something I give readily. In fact, even my family, the first people whom I am supposed to build trust for, is dysfunctional – my father neglected me, my mother died when I was young and my sister wishes for my death more than anything else in the world.
Ah yes... Nina.
Never in my life have I felt hatred and love for one person at the same time. My whole life revolved around her – trying to beat her, stay out of her shadow and build enough confidence to stand up and prove to my father and her that I am actually better than her – and that I deserve to be treated the same, with respect and admiration and that I am worth something.
But then again, are all of these worth it? Is concerning myself with Nina and whatever she's up to all I can do?
I have the answer. I only have one thing left in this world – and that's her, the only family I have left. And despite not liking her very much, I cannot help but feel a little concern for her.
And so I joined the G Corporation when I learned Nina was employed as Jin Kazama's bodyguard. Aside from the defeat I had experienced in the last tournament, I feel I had to step up and make sure she doesn't end up getting compromised.
Yes, I am a good sister, but I have a dark side as well – I kill. But, the stench of blood after every kill is not something I can ever get used to despite having been doing it for the past 5 years.
My fist kill was under the order of Kazuya Mishima and I mourned for countless nights because I've seen how scared the old man was, how he begged for his life and how I realized that I do know this man, and I am about to take his life. Night after night, I see his face, and countless other faces vividly, reminding me of my time on earth, the sins that I have to atone for.
In time though, you get numb. Yes, I find it weird that I find myself working for the same man who ordered me to kill people. But Nina is above everything else for me.
A war is brewing, and I find myself being in it because I want to beat my sister and knock some sense into her. When she contacted me before the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, I thought we would end the lifelong rivalry between us – but the moment she saw me, she began firing mercilessly. Her face contorting in hatred, she fired bullet after bullet. And this fuelled my anger and I fired back.
This time, dear sister, I will show you how angry I am – and you will be sorry you ever crossed me.
My name is Anna Williams, 22 years old and a hired assassin.
