New Love
Rating: PG-13 (this fic contain violence and languages)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in DOA3.Except for one character.
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Chapter Two, Attack at the Opera
A beautiful long blonde hair woman sat in a sofa comfortable in her dressing room looking out the window. The woman sighed in thinking, "Father, one day I will find out the truth of your death."
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Arriving at the Opera Show, Leon gave his ticket to the ticket master and sat in one of the best sits in the house.
"What am I doing here anyway, what if this so-called-Opera does not take away some of my grief."
Leon was looking at some of the people around him. An announcer came out onto the stage and looked at the crowd and said, "The show will begin in about ten minutes from now, please enjoy the show!"
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Two assassins were on top of the Opera House looking down a window, a man with strong muscle, and a white haired woman beside him.
"Christie, in the middle of the first show we will both take down Helena Douglas without fail."
Christie looked at Bayman "Did you bring the smoke grenades?"
Bayman just open his pocket and showed two smoke grenades. Both assassins made an evil laugh together.
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The stage manger came into Helena's Dressing Room.
"Miss. Douglas, the show is about to begin in five minutes."
Helena smiled back at him and stood up and walked onto the stage. The announcer came onto the stage again and said to the crowd, "Please, let's give a round of applause to Mistress Helena Douglas!"
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Leon looks up with a surprise look on his face.
"Helena????? Helena Douglas?! One of the competitors of the tournament?!"
Leon heard a couple of young men at the back of him saying,
"Wow! Helena sure is hot!"
"Yeah, what a babe!"
"Sure wish I could date her!"
"She probably has a boyfriend dammit!"
Leon grunted and turned back to the stage to see Helena bowing to her fans.
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When Helena lifted up her face to gaze at her fans, she saw the man who she did not expect to see in an Opera Show.
"Leon?!! What's he doing here!!!?!!! In an Opera Show too!!!"
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As Leon stared at Helena. He began to think to himself. "Helena... she looks... beautiful tonight... just as beautiful as Rolande."
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As the beautiful Helena performed on stage, Leon could feel some of his grief going away from him. Leon was actually enjoying the Opera Show.
"I really have to thank Kano for the suggestion."
Everything was peaceful until two smoke grenades exploded, which made very one scampered to the exit doors. As Leon looked around, he heard two very familiar voices.
"Those voices... can it be Bayman and Christie?"
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Meanwhile, Helena was able to get out of the smoke range and saw that Christie was waiting for her.
"Helena, I'll be taking my revenge now. You will pay for me losing to you in the tournament."
Helena quickly got into her PI QUA QUAN position as Christie got into her SHE QUAN position. The both women began to fight, equally matched.
Bayman came out from the smoke and saw the two women fighting.
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Bayman decided to give Christie the upper hand of the fight. While Helena's back was in front of him, he did a Blast Trass on the blonde fighter.
Falling off the stage, Helena accidentally slammed her head on the concrete floor. She was nearly about to pass out but was able to see a large figure blocking Bayman and Christie path from her.
She only remembered someone saying, "What are you doing here?"
After those words, she passed out cold.
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Author Notes: I know, this fic still is a little weird but, I hope you like this second chapter. So please just send a review if you like or do not like my fic. I don't care.
^;^ Dark Samarian as spoken.
Rating: PG-13 (this fic contain violence and languages)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in DOA3.Except for one character.
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Chapter Two, Attack at the Opera
A beautiful long blonde hair woman sat in a sofa comfortable in her dressing room looking out the window. The woman sighed in thinking, "Father, one day I will find out the truth of your death."
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Arriving at the Opera Show, Leon gave his ticket to the ticket master and sat in one of the best sits in the house.
"What am I doing here anyway, what if this so-called-Opera does not take away some of my grief."
Leon was looking at some of the people around him. An announcer came out onto the stage and looked at the crowd and said, "The show will begin in about ten minutes from now, please enjoy the show!"
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Two assassins were on top of the Opera House looking down a window, a man with strong muscle, and a white haired woman beside him.
"Christie, in the middle of the first show we will both take down Helena Douglas without fail."
Christie looked at Bayman "Did you bring the smoke grenades?"
Bayman just open his pocket and showed two smoke grenades. Both assassins made an evil laugh together.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
The stage manger came into Helena's Dressing Room.
"Miss. Douglas, the show is about to begin in five minutes."
Helena smiled back at him and stood up and walked onto the stage. The announcer came onto the stage again and said to the crowd, "Please, let's give a round of applause to Mistress Helena Douglas!"
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Leon looks up with a surprise look on his face.
"Helena????? Helena Douglas?! One of the competitors of the tournament?!"
Leon heard a couple of young men at the back of him saying,
"Wow! Helena sure is hot!"
"Yeah, what a babe!"
"Sure wish I could date her!"
"She probably has a boyfriend dammit!"
Leon grunted and turned back to the stage to see Helena bowing to her fans.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
When Helena lifted up her face to gaze at her fans, she saw the man who she did not expect to see in an Opera Show.
"Leon?!! What's he doing here!!!?!!! In an Opera Show too!!!"
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
As Leon stared at Helena. He began to think to himself. "Helena... she looks... beautiful tonight... just as beautiful as Rolande."
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
As the beautiful Helena performed on stage, Leon could feel some of his grief going away from him. Leon was actually enjoying the Opera Show.
"I really have to thank Kano for the suggestion."
Everything was peaceful until two smoke grenades exploded, which made very one scampered to the exit doors. As Leon looked around, he heard two very familiar voices.
"Those voices... can it be Bayman and Christie?"
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Meanwhile, Helena was able to get out of the smoke range and saw that Christie was waiting for her.
"Helena, I'll be taking my revenge now. You will pay for me losing to you in the tournament."
Helena quickly got into her PI QUA QUAN position as Christie got into her SHE QUAN position. The both women began to fight, equally matched.
Bayman came out from the smoke and saw the two women fighting.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Bayman decided to give Christie the upper hand of the fight. While Helena's back was in front of him, he did a Blast Trass on the blonde fighter.
Falling off the stage, Helena accidentally slammed her head on the concrete floor. She was nearly about to pass out but was able to see a large figure blocking Bayman and Christie path from her.
She only remembered someone saying, "What are you doing here?"
After those words, she passed out cold.
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Author Notes: I know, this fic still is a little weird but, I hope you like this second chapter. So please just send a review if you like or do not like my fic. I don't care.
^;^ Dark Samarian as spoken.
