Chapter II: Drastic Changes

A/N: Namco will always own Tekken.

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I hope you like the conclusion!

It turned out that Nina Williams, the star student and the most popular girl, had been date-raped. This proved to be a turning point for the two Williams sisters.

Shortly after the incident, the Williams family moved to another town, in an effort to make Nina forget her traumatizing experience. Nina, however, was most unresponsive. She refused to attend her therapy sessions, confining herself to her room most days, and she maintained a stony silence during meals. Anna soon found herself looking at an emaciated shadow of her sister: her hair had lost its lustre, becoming lank, and her eyes had lost their sparkle, becoming dark and hollow voids. Anna would sometimes compare Nina to a wilting flower.

Nina's misfortune was Anna's salvation. She found herself becoming closer to her mother all of a sudden. Perhaps Sarah Williams thought that, now she had practically lost one daughter, she ought to cling to her other with all her remaining strength. When Anna had her period that same year,her mother sat her down for some woman-to-woman talk that Anna was sure Nina had been spared from, on account of her being the model daughter who knew her own good.

Anna would thoroughly enjoy her mother's company. She would sit and watch as her mother brushed her beautiful blond hair, and meticulously applied her makeup.Once, when her mother had not been around, Anna had experimented with some of her lipstick. Sarah had then entered the room.

"What are you doing?" she had asked sharply, and when Anna had whirled around to face her, Sarah's face split into a grin." Actually, this lipstick does suit you, Anna dear," she had conceded. From then on, the two would often be seen sitting on Anna's bed at night, polishing their nails and giggling like giddy school girls.

Anna would often wish that she could have a similar relationship with her father. As it were, Nina's plight only seemed to tighten the bond between Richard Williams and his eldest daughter. When Nina finally came out of her shell, she spent many hours training with her father in the deadly arts of assassination. Much to her chagrin, Anna would not be allowed to train with them; her father would accuse her of being " much too shallow and frivolous for such a challenging art". But Sarah Williams would take it upon herself to instruct Anna in her own area of expertise: bone martial arts.

Anna's apprehension at starting out at her new school soon faded. Now that Nina was out of the picture, Anna would find herself, for the first time in her life, the centre of attention. Everyone would gravitate towards her, telling their jokes and paying their compliments. It felt good to finally fit in.

But whenever she ran into Nina at home, Anna would inwardly cringe from her sister: Nina, completely cold and stoic, in her training outfit, with her hair tied back in a ponytail; Nina who would still be attractive despite her lifeless eyes; Nina, who would continue to tease her mercilessly, wiping out what small amount of pity Anna had had for her plight. And Nina would push past her, muttering,"slut", and Anna would glance down at her revealing top, her mini-skirt and her high heels, and would suddenly feel extremely low.

Whenever Anna had had such encounters with Nina, she would go back to her room and strip off in front of her full-length mirror. She would scrutinize her flat belly, her voluptuous curves, her short brown hair blown glass-straight, even her thick , curly lashes and her sensuous cherry lips. She would then think of her soft, silky voice, her seductive laugh and her flirtatious demeanor.

And suddenly, it was a stranger's face and figure Anna would be seeing in the mirror. I'm a fake,she would be thinking, and it's all Nina's fault. Yes, Nina had forced her to assume this new identity; it was the only way for Anna to feel secure and whole beside her sister, but now Nina had snatched Anna's sense of self-worth. Slut; this word would be echoed by the walls of Anna's mind.

No-one knows the real me, she would reflect with great sadness. Yes, the real Anna Williams would be skipping happily in the park or watching reruns of Tom & Jerry, and not worrying about things like parties and boys and being popular.

A tear would suddenly run down her cheek, and she would quickly wipe it away, change back into her outfit and wait for that evening's date, determined to live in her own fantasy world while it lasted, before the clock chimed midnight, and the magic wore off, and she found herself a reject once more.

The End

A/N: Ookay; that was my first twoshot; feedback please!