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If it is underlined, then it is Devil and the Creature.

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Chapter Two: …And A Soul On Fire

Her feet stung beyond all belief. Why did she run in these boots for such long distances…? It was hell.

The cold environment did nothing to help Razer's aching body as she continued sprinting to the hide out. What the hell had been going on? What did Seong-Hada mean by 'find me'? What was the screaming all about? The whimpers of pain? What the hell was happening in her absence…?

The hide out now in sight, she asked for the creature within to lend her a bit of strength so she could pursue onward and 'fight', as the 19-year-old Korean boy had forewarned with particular reference to the knife. Maybe the police were there, trying to jail them… or have them join the Korean Army.

She tried to open the wooden door, but found it wouldn't budge. She clenched her fists and rammed her good, left shoulder into it, stumbling in thereafter, her green eyes on the floor, still recovering from the rash action. As Athane breathed in, her sense indicated a stench she never wanted to smell again, here.

The 20-year-old truly wished she did not look up. Her hands clenched into fists in complete shock.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO THE GANG?!"

Ki-Yerr and Mijj-Dala looked away from their work, smirking darkly. Ki-Yerr took a step away from the dead body of Nas-San and folded his arms, spinning his dagger between his fingers, "Nothing you did not endure…"

Her green eyes scanned the floor, blood and death infiltrating her nostrils, clogging her sense with the desire to kill, thanks to the creature within. Dead. They were all dead. Nas-San's huge, muscular body now lay behind the two perpetrators, broken and bleeding. The little bastards… Why didn't he overpower them…?

To Razer's left were Jung-Keun's and Chang-Sun's lithe forms, lying not so far away from each other. Their bodies had also been cut to shreds, like hers had been, however rather than pure torture as she had endured, Ki-Yerr and Mijj-Dala simply decided to slice their throats and kill them thereafter their fun.

Not too far away from Nas-San lay Han-Geong, who was in the liken image of his close, muscle-bound comrade. There wasn't one inch of his shown body that wasn't bleeding, or twisted the wrong way. Like Jung-Keun and Chang-Sun, his throat too had been slit, where as the muscle of the group had been stabbed to death.

As the Greek's chest began rising and falling at a rapid rate, everything becoming too much for her, the chaos spinning around her, she spotted Seong-Hada to her right. She bit back tears, trying to be strong, trying to be the bitch with a frozen heart two years ago, one who did not open up, one who was unemotional.

Her frozen heart leapt up to her throat when she saw Seong-Hada's hand clench into a weak fist.

He was alive.

Unfortunately, Ki-Yerr and Mijj-Dala noticed her staring, and came over. Mijj-Dala squatted on the ground as his companion in crime held his knife, ready to throw it at Razer if she dared tried something. He had a very good aim too, even better than Hwoarang, so it was not wise to do so. Mijj-Dala paused and observed, seeing Seong-Hada breathe, "Hey, Ki-Yerr, get over here. Seong-Hada is still alive."

Ki-Yerr walked over and smirked, kicking him squarely in the rib cages, laughing when he coughed up blood. He was still ready to throw the knife at the second-in-command. He smiled sadistically, his white teeth shining in the grin, "Let's kill him slowly in front of her!"

The 19-year-old Korean lifted his head slightly, his vision half blurry, his senses clogged with pain, realising he was going to die tonight. It cut him deeply (though not as deep as the knife wounds) knowing he didn't really have a chance to live life. He supposed, at least, he got to see one of his best friends before he died.

His blue hair was wracked with blood, sticking to his head and his face stubbornly. His vision drifted over to Razer, who was still standing there at the entrance to the hide out, frozen in complete shock. Judging by the look on her face, there was something going through her mind at a million miles and hour, though he could not pin what it was. It was keeping her from doing anything.

A slight smile. He coughed, "I'll see you again one day, Raze."

"Mum! For God's sake Mum wake up!!"

She shook her harder and was thrown aside by Father. She crawled back slowly.

"Mum! Don't leave me!! Don't leave me here by myself…"

The blood that was seeping everywhere, the fact that her eyes were sealed completely shut, that her body was limp and unmoving, was all she needed to know that her Mother was finally at peace from the wrath here.

She lost her.

Loss.

She hated it.

She had dealt with it many times before, but that didn't mean it made it any easier to cope.

She hated it. She hated it almost more than the creature within her. God, if the others were alive now... to see what two of the members that used to live with them everyday once did to her, and now decided to inflict upon everyone else… Even if the others were alive…

She still would've screamed in fury, dropping both bags, and beared the pain of the burning flesh, of the wings and horns tearing from her back. She still would've roared upon complete transformation. She still would've changed into the creature to help those that were still alive… even if that was only one of them now.

All three Koreans stopped and stared at her strangely, one of them realising Razer was going to help him.

Even though she still had a frozen heart… she also had a soul that was on fire.

How dare you… You come in here seeking our hospitality, seeking our protection, and enter into our 'family', only to turn on your supposed 'sister', and later when she is gone still trying to win the tournament, to buy a home for the others who do care for her, you return in pursuit of revenge and slaughter the rest of your 'family'!

Seong-Hada rested his head on the floor, hearing Razer's footsteps approach… though it was not Razer's voice shouting at Ki-Yerr and Mijj-Dala in fury. It was a different person, though if he strained his ears closely, he could hear traces of her true voice laced within this… thing's. If this wasn't a reason that Razer kept to herself… then nothing was. And if Hwoarang didn't know about this, then nobody knew anything about her at all.

…She looked like a demon…

His brown eyes watched as Ki-Yerr threw that knife, as the Razer he didn't know existed growled in anger and pulled it from her shoulder, dropping it on the floor, You believe a petty knife is enough to take me down?

And then there was a loud crash and a high-pitched scream that belonged to Mijj-Dala. He had been thrown into the wall. Ki-Yerr narrowed his eyebrows and charged at 'Devil' Razer with his fists, slamming one of them into her side. She caught the other with ease and kneed him in his head, causing him to buckle over.

Seong-Hada turned his head further, half sitting up to the best of his ability, still in a hazy daze, watching as 'Devil' Razer lifted Ki-Yerr into the air, her claws piercing into his throat. She drew back her other arm as she slowly suffocated him, taking one step towards Mijj-Dala, who everyone here knew would be next.

Say good bye to your friend, Ki-Yerr. Realise what your little games have cost you.

The 19-year-old turned his head away, hearing her clawed hand plummet into his body, sickening squelches coming from it. The choked noise that came from Ki-Yerr indicated that her deed was done, and that he was dead. The ultimate punishment for the little games he player on Razer, and on the rest of the gang… His life.

"Razer, I'm sorry, I really am…" Mijj-Dala began, backed up against the corner of the wall, petrified.

Sure you are. We believe that.

He slid down the wall, trembling in total fear, his legs up to his chest, "Don't kill me… Please…"

I will do as I damn well please. She wants you to be punished.

"Just who are you?!" He yelled with a broken voice, still cowering in fear.

'Devil' Razer shook her head as a malevolent smirk came to her haunting face. Seong-Hada looked back, seeing Ki-Yerr's body lying not too far away from him, blood seeping endlessly from his stomach. He winced and looked back to Mijj-Dala, his eyebrows furrowed. Although he didn't approve of death, of violence (even though he and the gang had to hustle for survival), he was somewhat glad that he was getting what he deserved.

"Razer!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!" He sobbed pathetically, tears burning his cheeks.

He was about to move out of the way when her leg stopped him from a possible escape. His brown eyes trailed to her in fear, No one escapes from our wrath… Not her Father… Not Ki-Yerr… and certainly not you either!

Another high pitched scream arrived, though it was short lived. There was nothing but fire spreading from the carcass, fire clambering up the walls, and all about, slowly destroying the home that everyone here had fought so hard to get, to piece together, and to maintain for all these years.

"Seong-Hada! Get to Seong-Hada! Help him!"

He is dying. You will lose him very soon.

"Not if you fucking MOVE!!"

And where will you take him, fool? No hospital will accept him. He is street trash.

"They took me in when you fucking tried to kill me."

You are more than street trash, now. You are a prized fighter. He however, is nothing.

"Shut up and fucking help him!"

And where will you go, mortal?

The conversation between Razer and… the thing… was going so quickly. It was hard to keep up. It appeared to the victim that she was talking to herself, but there were two distinctly different voices… How odd and intriguing. And what did she mean by 'when you fucking tried to kill me'? Detective Burton had said that to him before when he reported his findings… but Seong-Hada thought that he must've been high or something.

He coughed again, the simple action wracking his body with pain. Razer's head snapped his way, her trembling form running over towards him. The next thing he knew, she was kneeling before him, before his form that was now sprawled all over the floor again, struggling to breathe. Seong-Hada could feel her hands grip his shoulders tightly, the claws cutting into his flesh, "Seong-Hada? SH? Dude, stay with me… Stay with me, don't you dare fade away…"

"What are you…?" He asked, coughing again, blood dripping from his mouth.

"I will tell you when you are not in danger of losing your life…"

You will say nothing.

"Shut up, you beast!" Athane scowled, her head turning to her left, addressing… the thing.

There is no beast here but you, and you know it! You worthless monster!

Seong-Hada's brown eyes watched as she gritted her teeth, "Fuck you…"

You are unfit to help anybody! Not your Mother, not Hwoarang, not Kazama, not Seong-Hada!

"Just watch me…" Came the venomous response.

Seong-Hada's body burned with an incredible amount of pain, "What're you doing…?"

"Taking you away from here. Getting you to a safer place."

He was… standing… He was standing again, with Razer as his support, "You expect me to walk…?"

"No, no wayyy. Think of yourself as light, like a feather, you know? That stupid phrase, 'as light as a feather'. You're gonna be a heavy one, buddy. And I hope you don't mind holding my bag from the tournament."

Oh, that is real clever Athane, have the dying Korean boy hold onto heavy luggage. Stupid. Stupid!

A growl emitted from her throat as Razer hauled Seong-Hada over with her to where she dumped her bags. She slipped her back pack onto the 19-year-old's back gently, and Hwoarang's around her shoulders, careful to avoid the wings that would provide her with transportation.

As she stepped outside of their burning home, as the flames gently licked the walls and roof, she placed one arm behind her legs and the other around his back, gripping his shoulder tightly, letting him rest his heavy head on her shoulder. Storm Wind smiled a little, noticing he was looking at her wings, "Hold on tight, okay?"

A slight nod was all she needed, and then 'Devil' Razer took off again, Where to, fool?

The inner Razer paused for a moment, feeling the wind rush past her body, before she replied to her and to her only shakily, slowly drowning out, slowly beginning to become unconscious, Take us… Take us to Steve…

'Devil' Razer clutched Seong-Hada tightly to her form as she headed for England, for Steve Fox, breathing in vastly, homing in on his scent. The resolve within her host's mind and soul continued burning onward long after she lost consciousness, long after Seong-Hada managed to relax, long into the raining night.