Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Team Ninja.
Warning: Contain Yaoi. Light angst and torture.
Pairing: HayatexEliot. I'm trying to make this pairing happen!
Summary: Strange and mysterious activities are conducted by DOATEC and it's up to a handful of faces to to stop their plans. Set after DOA4.
Sorry for the late update. I'm trying to make this story a priority, but so far it's not going so well. Also, Thanks to those who review the previous chapter.
Chapter 2: Blinded Darkness
3:00 p.m, China
Glaring eyes were watching her, but Helena didn't blame them. She was standing inside Master Gen Fu's temple courtyard, dressed in a white blouse and a pair of wide bottomed black trouser with black heels, overlooking the damage of the recent attack that had transpired. Police officers and detectives were still lurking around the ground, taking pictures of the scene and searching for clues. She was happy to say the least that she was able to enter the temple ground despite the police's reluctance. As she arrived in foreign country the morning, she was pulled aside from the Chinese Police and dragged her to the station for questioning. With no hesitation, she told them of DOATEC innocence while leaving out the specific details. And with no actual physical proof of Helena's connection to the accident, they had to let her go.
Helena walked around the courtyard, passing the entrance to see the reporters and the locals standing outside, whispering among themselves. They were being kept out from the yellow crime scene tape. As a pair of sea-green orbs glanced around the temple, they noticed debris of particles accumulated near a broken wall by the kitchen. Probably a fight must've broken out. However, the only bodies that were found were a married couple and the Iron Fist Master himself. The three have sustained multiple gunshot wounds. It was a cold, bloody murder. However, murder was not the primary intention. Helena clenched her fingers around a sheet of paper in her grasp. The real objective was actually kidnapping. The murder was just an evasive movement to slow down the investigation and pursuit. It was a horrible truth she learnt from the detectives.
The CEO sighed heavy. The situation was turning for the worse and she didn't like it. The CEO had a sheet of paper curled within her fingers which she received from Zack before she arrived in China. And she didn't like the information her team had collected so far. The paper was a contractual agreement. The current DOA President had to get her eyes check when she read the paper. It was a binding agreement for a joint venture between DOATEC Research Development with numerous cartels and monopolies. The Research Development was disbanded under her orders, however, it seemed like remnants from the past were coming alive into the light. And that was half of the problem! She unfolded the paper in hand, just to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. She was staring at the signature written at the bottom, under the term of contract was endorsed under 'VD'.
"Victor Donovan." Helena hissed, clenching the paper in her hand. How was Victor Donovan alive? The man's body was found, burned to a crisp near the Tri-Tower after Ryu Hayabusa destroyed the helicopter when the man tried to escape. She could guess that this new person was an imposter, using the name of previous leader of Development Department for their own agenda. But the CEO couldn't make that claim yet. She had ordered Zack and her secretary to do a double-check on the autopsy of the body Victor Donovan with morgue. She needed to confirm her suspicion before she fell behind.
"You got some nerve showing your face here?" A scorching voice growled.
Suddenly a strong arm latched out, grabbing Helena's shoulder, breaking her trail of thoughts. She was pulled around, coming to face to two familiar faces. "You!" Standing before the current CEO of DOATEC were Jann Lee, dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt, black slacks with black, leather shoes. And surprisingly, the other face belongs to Leifang who was dressed in what look like a school uniform under a blue blazer jacket. And both martial artists didn't look too pleasing.
Helena broke away from the man's grasp. The blood beneath her skin was boiling from the intensity of those dragon eyes. If the martial artist wanted a fight, Helena would be happy to oblige. However, that didn't seem like the case.
"Why are you here?" Jann Lee shouted.
"Hey! Calm down." Leifang said, looking around the courtyard, feeling awkward from the stares they were getting for their live performance.
"Why should I?" Jann Lee said, giving the girl a glare. "Do you have an idea what had happened yesterday?" Of course the girl did. That was the reason they were here. Not together though, but coincidently bump into each other somehow on the same train coming toward the mainland. Surprisingly, the girl didn't nag him to death for a fight.
"We cannot start pointing fingers before knowing the facts first!" Leifang stated, getting a glare on the man's side.
"The facts are as clear as the blue sky. You saw it on the news yesterday." Jann Lee grunted, turning to blonde. "Now talk? We can do this the easy way or the hard way?"
"This doesn't concerns you two." Helena only stated.
"Concerns us?" Jann Lee growled. "The Iron Fist was murdered and it have nothing to do with us."
"Exactly."
"But you here for a reason, aren't you?" Leifang asked the blonde. "The world thinks you did this, but here you are. Something doesn't add up."
"Like I say, this isn't your concerns." Helena stated again. She did not want more lives to get involved.
"Helena please? What's going on?" Leifang pleaded before her eyes fell downcast. "I am worried about the boy and the little girl."
Helena sighed inwardly. A simple explanation wouldn't be enough to satisfy and to ease the tension and regain her respect. She was in a mental battle whether to tell them the entire truth or not. Would they used that information against her and go tell the detectives? She did not want to add more suspicions to her list from the Chinese Police. It was a gamble, but in the end, she caved in. "Okay, I'll tell you everything." Helena admitted.
Both Chinese martial artists blinked as the blonde gestured them to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and camera. Reluctantly they followed.
"So you're telling me that someone is using the company's name and causing all this problems?" Jann Lee said after hearing the woman story. He couldn't make heads of the story. The woman sounded suspicious and the company itself was suspicious from the start.
"Who is VD?" Leifang asked while reading the contract in her hands.
"Victor Donovan." Helena stated. "He was the former director of Development and Research Department of DOATEC. He once holds all power of the DOATEC while carrying out illegal activities and generic experiments to build an army of soldiers for profit. However, he met his demise when the Tri-tower was engulfed in flames during the end of the fourth tournament while trying to escape."
Jann Lee cringed when he heard the word 'generic experiments.' He glanced from the corner of his eyes and the shock features on the chinese girl's face.
"I remember seeing that on the news." Leifang said. "Those ninjas were attacking the tower. And..." The girl turned to Jann Lee, meeting his gaze. "We encountered that thing that flight like Kasumi."
"You met it?" Helena asked incredulously, blinking.
"We both did." Jann Lee said, his voice turning serious. "What was that thing? It's didn't look human."
"A clone developed from Donovan's research team." The CEO informed them.
"So he's making more clone?" The Scorching Dragon inquired.
"We don't know for sure." Helena surmised.
"If Donovan is supposed to be dead, then who is this?" Leifang asked, indicating to signature on the contract.
"That is what I'm trying to figure out." Helena said, rubbing the space between her brows with her index finger. "This person has intel on DOATEC and also resurrects DOATEC military fractions that I had disbanded."
"You think that Donovan is alive and responsible for the murder and the kidnapping?" Leifang inquired, her brows knitted together.
"I don't want to believe it, but all conclusions are all directing to one result." Helena replied. "I asked my employees to recheck the autopsy of Donovan's carass. This will give me the answer I wanted."
"So hypothetically speaking, what if this imposter is actually Donovan? What's going to happen next?" Jann Lee asked worriedly.
Helena didn't want to think about that. If Victor Donovan was really alive out there, then the deranged man would still want to progress with his genetic experiments and projects. However, some things still didn't add up. Why did he order the military fractions to kill Gen Fu and kidnapped the boy and the little girl? Was it all a heist for a bigger goal? Was she just another pawns for his grandeur plans? Then on cue, there was a buzzing sound in her right pants pocket. She reached in the fabric, pulling out her phone. On the screen, the name 'Zack' left a twisted sensation in her stomach. This was the moment of truth.
Place and Time unknown
Eliot groaned as his eyes fluttered open, seeing only pitch black before his eyes. He propped himself on his elbow and winced when a sudden pain shoot through the back of his head. He gently grabbed his head before slumped back down, massaging the back of the scalp from a tremendous pulsing pain. He looked around as the cold fog of darkness slowly started to clear from a single stream of light piercing through the room to notice that he wasn't sleeping in his room. Even though the room was fairly dark, he could still see the room spinning through his vision. He was still dressed in his pajamas but the room wasn't anything remotely close to his bedroom. This room was cold and dark. He was laying on his right side on a single, twin bed. The bed was placed at a corner, beside two thick, cemented walls. The young blond pinched the bridge of his nose from the air which smelled of disinfectant, antiseptic or something close. A large steel door with three bars running through a small opening near the top was strategically placed the opposite wall facing the bed. As his vision cleared away, a pair of clear blue orbs came to realize that the room was actually two rooms in one. Other than the bed, there was a flush toilet and a sink three feet away from the bed.
'Where am I?' Eliot mentally muttered. It was only morning a moment-
"Mei Lin." Eliot said out loud when his memories suddenly came back to him. He bit his lips, remembering that the temple's attack, the helicopters, followed by gunshots which were ringing through his head.
Eliot slowly clenched his fist on the edge of the mattress, feeling a painful tightness in his chest. His body was shaking, shuddering before curling up a little, remembering everything. What happened to master Gen Fu, Mei Lin, and the others? The young blond could feel his heart starting to race, as the air was becoming tighter to breath. He looked around the vehemently, searching for an exit once again, but nothing.
Eliot sat up, bracing against on the nearby walls. His legs winced at the coldness of the cemented floor. They were shaking uncontrollably. He felt drain, having no energy. Eliot took a moment to catch his breath before walking with wobble feet to steer door. The young apprentice examined the steel door, seeing that there was no knob. There was a small hatch at the bottom. Probably to serve food. It was locked also. The boy tiptoed to see through the steel bars. All he saw was a empty and cold hallway with a single bulb light on the ceiling. "H-hello." Eliot called out, his lips were trembling. He waited, but there was no sound, just his voice vibrating against the thick, cold concrete walls. He called out again repeatedly, but still no answer. Was he alone? Was there anyone here beside him? Was Mei Lin safe? The girl was with him before everything instantly went dark. He couldn't stay here! He needed to find Mei Lin and get back home. And standing gloating in his thoughts wasn't accomplishing anything. The teen walked back to the bed, with his shoulders hanging low. He sat back on the thin mattress, pulling his feet against his chest. The cold was starting to have an affect on him. He looked around the bed and a frown appear on his face. There was no blanket to keep him warm.
Then his heart stopped as his body froze over ice. His ears perked as his head automatically snapped towards the door when he heard footsteps. The feet were approaching, and it was making his heart raced. The footsteps were tormenting his mind, slowly approaching closer and closer. His heart stopped when the footsteps came to a halt on the other side of the steel door. His eyes shifted to small streams of light glowing from the hallway on the floor. A few looming shadows were on the other side and then there was this strange beeping sounds before the steel door slid open. He stood up from the bed as his eyes suddenly winced from the brightness when the room suddenly illuminated from a bulb which he overlooked at the corner of the ceiling. The young apprentice returned his attention to doorway when feet scurried into the cell. His vision slowly cleared away as a pair of clear blue orbs widened in shock when three men, dressed in the familiar black covert ops gear and mask, were standing beside the door. Eliot clenched his jaws, his fist tightened. They were the ones that attack the temple.
"My, My. So you're finally awake." A voice chuckled seductively.
Eliot stared in utter flabbergast as a white-haired woman dressed in a formal white office shirt, slacks, and red stiletto shoes entered the room. It was same woman he fought against in the previous tournament. Christie.
"Ohh how cute! The boy look so surprise." Christie snickered, her eyes glittering with mischief.
"Where am I?" Eliot asked. He tried to remain calm, anticipating a fight if necessary.
Christie sauntered over, walking behind the young blond. "You've grown since we last met." Christie purred in Eliot's ear, placing her hands on the teen's shoulders. She suppressed a smirk seeing the body tensed.
Eliot quickly shrugged the woman's hands off his shoulder. "Where am I?" He asked again, getting annoyed.
"So impatient." Christie snickered, shaking her head amusingly walking in front the teen before delivering a swift kick from the front. The boy's reflexes responded, barely blocking the strike in time. A smirk appear on the woman face when she saw the teen panting heavily, legs shaking weakly to support his weight. "It seems the drug did it trick."
Eliot's eyes slowly widened in disbelief. "Drug!" He half-yelled, fear swept across his face.
"Just something to make our job easier." Christie only smiled before surprisingly back-handed another fast kick.
Eliot blinked, seeing the attack coming but his reaction was slow. The heel of the shoes connected to his abdomen as a sharp pain course through his stomach. He grunted, clenching his teeth as he fell on his knees while holding his stomach.
"Secure his hands!" Christie ordered.
Eliot growled when a soldier stepped forward, grabbed a handful of his hair to slam him into the nearby wall. He tried to kick and squirm with little strength he have to push the man away, but he was helplessly pinned against the wall. Another soldier approached, quickly handcuffing his wrist together. He glared at Christie as the woman just stood there, watching him with a smile on her face.
"Now the clothes!" Christie ordered to the one soldier standing remaining standing by the door.
Eliot watched as the soldier removed his mask revealing a rugged face with blond hair. The man looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties was carrying a sinister look on his stone face. He had distinctive scar, probably from running with something sharp, on his left jaw. A dreaded panic ran up his spine when the man pulled out a pocket switch knife. Eliot stared at the knife with widened eyes as the man slowly sauntered towards him. His breathing was erratic. He held his breath when the man stopped before him, the man's eyes roaming at his body. He closed his eyes shut when the man reached out, gripping the collar of his pajamas shirt. His body flinched when he felt something cold and hard traced along his clavicle. Slowly and nervously, Eliot opened his eyes. The man's face was close to his own.
"I'll try not to cut you up too badly." The man said darkly as he sliced the knife down through the front of the boy's shirt.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Chapter 2 finished :) There is a lot of stuff happening in this chapter and I hoped that I am not rushing through it. I had to cut off a part which will be added to next chapter. I'm trying not to overwhelm the story too much. More character(s) will be reveal in the next chapter. Just a little FYI, not all characters will make it in this story.
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