CHAPTER ONE - PART 2

THE BEGINNING OF THE END


MISHIMA ZAIBATSU UNIVERSITY OF SCIENCE LABS, BUNKYO WARD, TOKYO....5pm

"Oh, I'm so ready to crash. Thank God my shift is almost over."

"Hachiro, you are such a lazy ass. I have clocked in before you."

Most likely the two security guards were both slackers and their jobs weren't stressful.

Hachiro and Daisuke have been guarding the post since after midnight. Usually it was slow and straight-forward.

Scientists go in. Scientists go out. Check, check, check, the usual. Tonight was quiet.

The phone rings abruptly.

Daisuke is obliged to answer, as his co-worker is busy reading 'Weird & Wild Chicks' magazine.

"Good morning, Mishima Zaibatsu Lab Security, Daisuke Yajima speaking?"

"Good morning Yajima san. This is Ryota Yamasaki, Mr. Mishima's Assistant Advisor. We are trying to get a hold of Dr Abel at the office but he doesn't seem to be answering or returning our calls. Would you

please tell him in person that we would like to hear from him as soon as possible?"

"Yes, of course. I will let him know straight away."

"Thank you. Goodbye"

"Goodbye."

As soon as Daisuke hung up, he dialed the number of Dr Abel's office instead.

He was too annoyed and bothered to walk all the way to Section three, Ground level thirteen, to deliver this simple message.

"Stupid old man, pick up." Daisuke grumbled to himself as he listened to the line ring.

He tried again another two times but still no answer.

"Maybe he finally had a heart attack and died," Hachiro delivered it like a statement without any concern, still ogling at his "important" magazine and reaching for rice bun.

"Yeah, well. Hachiro, get up and go send him the message, to give Mr. Mishima a call right away."

Daisuke grabbed a rolled newspaper and smacked Hachiro's rested legs on top of the desk as to imply to get off his arse.

"Why do I have to do it?" His mouth stuffed with a rice bun.

Daisuke gave him a serious and wide-eyed stare, "Do it!"

Then he unraveled his newspaper and started reading it.

Hachiro got up, grabbed Section Three key card from a small locker box, as well as his radio transceiver.

It was compulsory to always have a gun with them, but Hachiro never had any thought to use it.

Besides he was only going to see Dr Abel.

Hachiro walked along a dark grey corridor whistling to 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun'.

The place always looked cold, with that over-the-top cleanliness and high-tech, modernize style around the labs.

Although, he was surprised to find the hallway lights still off since last night, he figured no one had been around to switch them on anyway since tomorrow was the tournament's opening ceremony.

Occasionally on big events the labs would be almost empty. The workers get a free pass to any Tekken tournament events.

Finally Abel's Lab room was just up ahead.

It did not come to mind that Abel always has his doors closed during hours, but it was open.

Hachiro moves into the room.

The place was trashed with broken glass and knocked over items and had Hachiro's red flag go up.

"Doctor Abel! Doctor Abel!" shouted a panicked Hachiro running through the mellow lighted vicinity.

He almost ran past the small operation room where Fury was held, but halted to check and found no one there.

Immediately he radioed his shift partner.

"Daisuke! Come in! Something is wrong! Looks like someone has gotten into the area and trashed the place. Check the premises for anyone coming or going!"

Meanwhile at the security room, Daisuke needed the soothing sound of heavy metal playing from his Mp3 while reading his newspaper.

"Daisuke! Come in! Please!" he gawked at his transceiver like a useless piece of crap.

"Shit!" he cursed. He was about to go back to the hallway, until for a split second, he spotted something on the corner of his eye.

Hachiro sprang out his gun, pointing at Kazuya's motionless corpse floating in the water tank.

Then all of a sudden, a low-key snarl was coming from outside the lab. Lingering Footsteps were only a few meters away.

It was heading in his direction.

Carefully he approaches the dark hallway. Pistol still held up at gun point.

He quickly spins around to the way of the strange noise.

Straight ahead, engraved in the dark, a lonely hunched silhouette staggers towards him with one limp movement, groaning snarls and heavy breathing.

Coming even closer, the physique became distinguishable, as well as the white lab coat.

"Ah Doctor Abel! There you are. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Hachiro asked, retiring his gun away.

He slowly reveals himself through the dim orange lights sourced by the lab room.

His red-ringed eyes were possessed by death; pupils disappeared under a blanket of white. Blue and purple threads of veins became transparent through pale diseased skin.

Nothing was more shocking than the saliva dripping hungrily from a sick gaping mouth.

"OH MY GO-" Hachiro was grabbed by the shoulders before he could scream.

The old man with animal strength sank his human teeth deep into the throat of the stunned security guard.

Tasting the honey of living blood, blood lusted Abel-zombie's greed, and in one go tore the side of his neck and ear lobe like floppy meat.

After that, dinner was to be finished on the floor.


M.Z.U LABS, SECURITY ROOM, SECTION ONE ....One hour later.

'Man what's taking him so long?' Daisuke says to himself and takes a glimpse at the digital sitting on the desk and returns to the paper.

'Probably found somewhere to masturbate' he snickers.

Behind him, the door creaks while being opened very slowly. Painful groans and heavy breathing vibrates the room.

Daisuke has felt the presence and removes his headphones.

"Hachiro, take a look at this." He holds up the newspaper with both hands.

"Hot new female capoeira fighter from Brazil enters the 4th Tekken Tournament. What do you think of her tits?"

Outside of the security area, a quick burst of blood spatters against the crisp matting of polar white glass.

Like a heavy blanket, thick bullet proof walls silence out the loud shrieking of a lively man being torn by two desperate drones growling on easy meal.


*Note: If you know Bryan's profile story, I changed it to him dying as a soldier than an interpole officer killed by a Hong Kong shoot out. I needed a better guideline for conspiracy that would fit my story. Welcome all reviews.