Tekken – Rebellion of Fury

Authors Word:

Hello, MiNdZeRo here, back with another chapter, written with my tears and blood of forgoing all opportunities to have any kind of fun, for your pleasure sincerely.

Nah, who do I kid, I never have fun anyways. Enjoy you stupid fucks.

By the way, luuuuuv for all the positive feedback and sorry for the long wait. But hey, fuck you right?

Thanks to everyone that has followed me thus far, you have been a great help for motivation and betterment of knowledge when it comes to being and author.

And remember, in the words of MiNdZeRo yours truly…

Bryan rocks. Stop the yaoi. :(

Enjoy summer you fucks, hope I see you around ;)

And btw, I betcha I can beat all your asses with my Bryan in Tekken online :3

Chapter 9 Knifes and bullets

The bag fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Bryan entered their room. His eye twitched as his feeble mind tried to comprehend the unexpected setting.

Bryan was proud to say that he was rarely surprised. He usually kept cool and planned ahead, staying ahead in his game, no matter his situation.

Alisa finding the adult channel, was TOTALLY unexpected.

No really, if he had known he'd arrive to a young woman watching porn in the living room, he would have taken the long way home.

"Hi!", Alisa exclaimed happily, her undivided attention still set squarely on the screen. Bryan felt annoyed by that for some reason.

"What..what are- what are you doing?", Bryan shakily asked, unsure as he picked up the bag, warily gauging her reactions.

"I am watching pornography, I believe.", Alisa said, as Bryan nearly stumbled at her neutral and innocent tone.

"I see.", Bryan scoffed, shaking off his initial surprise. "Do you even know what it is that you're watching?", he asked, twitching slightly by a particularly loud moan from the…movie she was watching.

"It is a porn movie, showing the effects of stimulation around the body's ero-"

"Right, forget I asked.", he interrupted, smacking his face with his free hand for his own stupidity. Throwing the bag onto the couch, he seated himself next to it, reaching for the remote. Just as he was about to switch, a rather interesting… 'manoeuvre' …held his attention. "That…I did not know.", he muttered as both he and Alisa tilted their heads in amazement.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"NO!", Bryan yelled, drawing attention from those around. After disengaging themselves from the television, they both left for shopping, a disgruntled Bryan happy for the diversion and reason to leave. Their clothes were filthy with grime and dirt, and Bryan didn't want to risk someone recognizing them. That meant switching clothes repeatedly to stay of the grid. Unfortunately, it also mean that Alisa would voice her new interests as her attention was no longer diverted. He hadn't anticipated that the curious young girl would give voice to a new embarrassing situation.

Yeah, he hadn't really thought that one through.

"Why?" Bryan twitched as he could hear the pout in her voice.

"I am NOT buying you a fucking vibrator! Fucks sake woman, why do you even want one!", he hissed, admittedly embarrassed as people turned their heads as they walked along the street, frighteningly close to murdering someone with his bare hands.

"I am curious.", Alica said as she stepped along side him.

"I said no, we've got worse things to worry about than scratching that itch of yours.", he hissed in finality.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Plea-", and so it went on, too Bryan's great dismay. He tuned her out and stopped answering, hoping to bore her enough to stop her insistence.

It didn't really work.

They entered several shops, shooing Alisa off to go buy clothes for herself (admittedly with a firm warning of what NOT to buy), agreeing the time for meeting about half an hour, leaving very little time to check the clothing. Bryan was careful to buy what was practical and sturdy.

Walking past a worn down make-up saloon, Bryan got an idea.

"I do not believe this is necessary.", Alisa quipped annoyedly, leaning her head backwards over the sink in the apartment.

"Your pink hair is a fucking give-away.", he grumbled as he readied the hair dye he bought earlier. "I'm not gonna run around with a damn lamppost next to me when my life is in danger."

"But why black?", she pouted.

"Black is the most common hair colour in Japan, so man up. You're gonna have to look a bit more inconspicuous."

"But black is such a dreary colour.", she stated sullenly. Bryan just shook his head; he hadn't seen her act like this since they met, and he had no care for it. 'Stupid teenage hormones or whatever it is.', he thought with a grudge.

"Tough luck.", he scoffed and began to massage her scalp with the hair dye. As he began, Alisa opened her mouth to protest, but shut it as he began massaging the dye into her hair. She closed her eyes, seemingly in enjoyment, which annoyed Bryan further. Tugging harshly at her locks, she yelped as he scowled down on her. "I'm not doing this for you, hear me? I don't wanna get killed out there."

Alisa just nodded with a soft smile, ignoring his harsh tugs. Bryan grunted and continued his job.

When he was finished, he told her to let it dry for about 20 minutes before she washed it out.

An hour, some arguments and frustrations later, her hair was both cut and coloured to look more normal among the common populace. Her locks were cut in sharp spikes, which framed along her cheeks, her curls were cut and reshaped in amuch more sharp fashion that was abruptly cut a bit above her shoulders. She looked like a much more normal Japanese girl now, yet somewhat off, but Bryan figured it was the best he could do.

Frankly, he didn't really care any further.

The sun shone outside as the streets buzzed with activity. Bryan stretched his shoulders, holding it over his aching chest absentmindedly as Alisa watched TV from the floor, playing with the locks of her new hairdo. "We will be leaving when the sun goes down. Il be resting on the bed, so keep it down.", he said and closed the door without waiting for her response. The sound from the TV summed out as he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes.

His rest went as in a trance, unable to fall asleep, yet falling into a lower level of consciousness. The sound from the TV in the living room buzzed dimly in the background, simple noise without pause. Night had fallen yet again, darkness shrouding the sky.

Then he heard it. Faintly, resonating through the walls somewhere far off.

Hurried steps. The sound of boots.

Boots meant soldiers.

"Bryan.", Alisa whispered from the living room, his enhanced hearing barely picking her up.

"I know.", he whispered back as he rose. Opening the door, he stretched his shoulders and yawned as Alisa frowned worriedly. Bryan grinned sinisterly as he zipped open the bag that was packed with weapons. Picking up both of his Desert Eagle's, he threw them to Alisa as he picked up his new SPAS-12 shotgun. "Load em.", Bryan commanded, chuckling harshly as he loaded his shotgun. Grabbing his gun and grenade belts, he tied them around his legs and around his upper body.

He giggled manically as he cocked the lever.

Dragunov

As the Spetsnaz soldiers snuck quietly down the corridor, Dragunov was unable to shake the bad feeling in his gut.

'Irrelevant', he thought to himself. Preparations had gone perfectly, the suspects should have no knowledge of their arrival. He shook it of as a mundane human trait, harmless worry about their mission.

As they neared the door, he couldn't help but wonder why his government wanted the young girl. No information was ever given, just a picture and a cynical order of capture, by any means, collateral damage be damned. He failed to see the importance a young girl could have, but the warrants published from the Zaibatsu worried him; she had potential for danger. The unknown companion was also a worry, a liability with no knowledge of. However, he had his orders. The important thing was that he succeeded, and he would have to make do with what he had.

There would be no mess-ups with this assignment. He had made it clear for his men that failure was not an option. Death would follow if they failed him.

Finally reaching the door, his men lined up along the wall, ready to breach and clear on his command. Taking the position in front of the door, he readied himself to kick it open, gesturing for the others to ready their guns, one of the men readying a flash-bang grenade.

Lifting his arm, he began to count down with his fingers.

'3.' The men flicked their safety off.

'2.' The splint from the grenade was opened.

'1.' The men tensed in suspension.

'Go!', he yelled in his own mind and launched himself towards the door. He lifted his leg and prepared to ram it open.

Suddenly, he was interrupted by a loud bang. Freezing mid step, he was shocked to see a pair of hands breaking through the wall on the door's right side. Muscular arms grabbed 2 of his men's heads, yanking them violently through the wall halfway, effectively snapping their neck as their lower body's remained sticking out from the wall.

Numbed by shock, the dropped flash-bang grenade went off, effectively blinding him and his men. The sound of a door smashed to splinters made him force his eyes open, as a large man, covered in a dark-brown hooded sweater and black slacks with belted ammunition, grenades and knifes, rammed it open with his shoulders. His eyes widened as the man lifted his arms, revealing a SPAS-12 shotgun. The man aimed the gun towards Dragunov, snapping him into action.

As the blast went of, Dragunov threw himself into an action-roll, barely dodging the shotgun blast. Hitting the floor, he quickly rolled to his feet and aimed his rifle. His blood went cold as the stranger shot most of his men in quick succession, limbs and gore flying from the blast.

One of his men pulled his knife and charged Bryan as his back was turned. A new figure, a young woman, suddenly leapt into his way from the doorway and restrained his arm, followed by a sickening, gurgling sound, as he got penetrated by a bladed chainsaw that sprung from her free arm. Blood splattered everywhere as the girl revved the chainsaw, effectively cutting the man in two as he fell.

Dragunov felt fear.

Dropping the gun to the floor, he assessed the mission a complete failure.

Mission casualties critical.

Retreat.

Controlling his panic, he fled down the corridor, ramming the first apartment door open with his shoulder. A roar from the corridor made him quicken his pace.

Whatever happened, Dragunov would NOT die that day.

Bryan

As Bryan killed off the last man in his vision, he roared in rage as the commander fled through one of the apartment doors.

Holstering his shotgun on his back, he picked up the pursuit and followed through the door, barely in time to intercept the foreign soldier about to climb out the window.

With a cruel laugh, Bryan grabbed his leg and pulled, the man resisting by grabbing the window frame. Delivering a blind kick to his face, Bryan growled as it actually hurt, the man packing some serious power in his kick. A harsher pull forced the frame to split in Dragunov's hands as he was dragged into the room on his stomach.

Heaving his body from the ground, Dragunov lifted himself with his arms in a spin, throwing a savage kick to Bryan's temple, effectively releasing him from his hold. Stumbling into a table, Bryan took a moment to observe the soldier.

Dressed in a black espionage suit with a bulletproof vest, the man had a lot of equipment absent, bearing only a knife and some few grenades.

Not wanting to let the man pull his weapon, he snarled as he turned and swung his fist, hitting air as the trained soldier ducked. Bryan grunted as he was delivered a combination of punches to his gut in rapid succession, Dragunov ending his assault with a palmed strike to his throat.

Bryan blinked from the pain and gripped his throat, coughing from the damage to his windpipe. Seizing his chance, Dragunov dipped lower to grab the knife from Bryan's boot. Bryan's eyes widened as Dragunov spun to his unprotected back, driving the knife in his kidney.

Bryan howled as his body stiffened in pain. Ripping the knife from his back, Dragunov span to his front, driving the knife into his gut. Bryan's howl turned to a gurgle as he hunched over his arm, blood dripping from his multiple wounds.

Looking into Bryan's eyes, Dragunov smirked as he saw the terror in his eyes, vengeance repaid for his men.

Gurgling, Bryan's eyes began to close, death closing.

"Ya really thought it'd be that easy, didn't'cha?" Bryan suddenly grinned, lifting his head. Dragunov widened his eyes as Bryan gripped his arms that still held the knife to his gut. "Shame I ain't got a kidney anymore.", Bryan said darkly, pulling Dragunov's hands away from his stomach. Wrenching his hands, the bloody knife fell to the ground. "I lost it the second time I died. Sucks to be you." Pulling his hands, Bryan yanked him to himself in a headbutt, sending Dragunov to the ground with a broken nose.

As Dragunov rose to his feet as he ran towards the door, Bryan snickered malevolently as he picked up his knife. Dragunov was rewarded with a breath-taking knee strike to his gut as he launched himself towards the exit, Alisa waiting for him by the door. Grabbing his face, Alisa flung him to Bryan who grabbed his throat, heaving him off the ground to slam him against the wall. Before Dragunov's feeble consciousness had him slumping towards the floor, Bryan rammed the knife into his shoulder, impaling him on the wall.

Bryan shook with laughter as Dragunov buckled in pain, grinding his teeth to keep himself from screaming. "YES! It HURTS doesn't it!", he howled in glee.

Glaring defiantly, Dragunov fixed his cold gaze on Bryan, his face revealing nothing. Bryan calmed down as Alisa walked up next to him, observing their would be assailant.

Searching his pockets, Bryan found a PDA (Personal Digital Assistant) in his vest. Holding it up in front of Dragunov's face, he lifted a questioning brow, but was answered with silence.

"What can you make of this?", he asked Alisa, throwing her the PDA.

After a moment, she only shrugged her shoulders with a disappointed sigh. "It is encrypted. I am unfamiliar with the code.", she said, giving it back to Bryan, who threw it on the ground with a grumble.

"What is your name?", Bryan asked dangerously, his tone low. Dragunov answered with a silent stare, further angering Bryan. With a growl, Bryan gripped the knife, still impaled at his shoulder. Yet again, Dragunov buckled from the pain as Bryan ripped the knife from his shoulder, proceeding to ram it into his other shoulder, rendering his other arm useless as well. Turning the knife slightly, Dragunov's body began to spasm from the pain, his consciousness nearly fading. "What is your name?", Bryan pressed.

Coughing up blood, Dragunov cleared his throat as he levelled his stare at Bryan.

"Sergei Dragunov.", he coughed, revealing his Russian accent, not unnoticed by Bryan. "My name is Sergei Dragunov, ID 150066."

"Russian then.", Bryan confirmed, slightly amused by his name which referred to the sniper rifle. It was probably a codename, as Bryan deducted. "You got anything on this guy?", he asked Alisa.

Alisa went silent for a moment, obviously focused as she probably tried to search for anything of value, but frowned after a short moment. "I have run into several firewalls. I am unable to extract anything of use."

"As I expected." Bryan scoffed, gripping Dragunov's throat. "So what is it then? Spetsnaz?"

"My name is Sergei Dragunov, ID 150066."

"Why are you here? Is it for me? For her?"

"My name is Sergei Dragunov, ID 150066.", he repeated, not even bothering to hide his smirk when Bryan growled in anger.

"For fucks sake…", he growled, gripping the fingers from Dragunov's limp arms. Dragunov seemed to grow even paler as he realised what he was going to do. "I am SICK of not knowing what's going on around me!" As he broke his fingers, Dragunov gritted his teeth, biting back his groan, but coughed violently as Bryan kneed him in the gut. Blood coupled with his coughs, splaying the floor.

"Bryan-", Alisa warned, but voice fell on deaf ears.

"Tell me why!", he yelled, yanking him by hair. "WHY!" Delivering a stone shattering hook to his right chin, Dragunov slumped, his body hanging loosely from the knife which held him on the wall. "Damnit…", he muttered, realising he had fallen unconscious.

"We need to leave.", Alisa stated silently. She flinched when Bryan rounded on her.

"Why!", he yelled angrily.

"I am detecting communications chatter not far from here. I am unsure if it is either police or Zai-"

"Fine.", he interrupted, waving her towards the door. "Pack our stuff, double time. Im gonna finish up here."

Without a word, Alisa strolled out to pack. Bryan cursed as he gathered up the corpses, littering them in the room where the commander was still impaled on the wall. As Alisa came running, bag in hand, the commander stirred, his eyes opening to the sight of his butchered men. Bryan smirked at his cold expression, but disregarded him anyways.

"Hand me the incendiaries.", he commanded with his hand outstretched. Alisa's worried stare turned to a frown, but still handed him 2 grenades.

"Are you going to burn them?", she asked curiously.

"Im not going to leave any leads. Lets go."

Just as they were about to leave, a small and strained voice stopped them.

"Wait.", Dragunov coughed out. Turning around, Bryan met his pleading eyes.

As they held their stare, Bryan gave a short scoff, shrugging his shoulders. "Alisa, go start up the car."

"But-"

"Start. The car.", he growled, his eyes glinting dangerously at her. Scurrying off, she left the two alone. Walking arrogantly towards Dragunov, grenades still in hand, Bryan raised his arms in question. "Well? The fuck do you want?"

"H-How..?", Dragunov coughed, his face strained from pain and blood loss. "I stabbed you in your gut and kidney. How are you still alive?"

Giggling, Bryan pocketed his grenades and pulled his knife, the same which he was stabbed with. "I can no longer remember how many years I've had this knife now. How many people I've killed with it…", he smiled fondly at the bloody knife. "It's a bloody good knife you know, the shaft's crafted so it will not slip from your grasp when your hands get slippery from blood. Its tip made perfectly for stabbing, the blade itself crafted so that it will not be held back from the vacuum suction when removing the knife after stabbing someone. Its serrated edge as good to cut throats as rope." Bryan laughed sinisterly as he rested the knife on Dragunov's throat, said man swallowing hard. "The effect of getting stabbed in the kidney is both painful and fatal. The pain paralyzes the victim, removing ability to move and speak. In all my years, I have never met anyone surviving a stab to the kidney." Bryan giggled again, scowling as he leaned close to Dragunov's ear. "Do you want to know the difference between me and them?"

Dragunov shivered, either from blood loss or deliriousness.

"Yes.", he answered carefully his eyes set squarely in front, senses probably focused on the knife at his throat.

Bryan gave a dark laugh as he answered.

"You can't kill someone that is already dead."

His laugh increased when noticing Dragunov's confused expression. Resuming his task, he turned towards the exit as he sheathed his knife and quickly removed the splinters from the grenades.

"Farewell Sergei Dragunov…", he laughed, throwing the grenades over his shoulders as he left the room. "…Farewell Sergei Dragunov, ID 150066."

The night was set ablaze with fire.

Fire…and the sound of laughter.

So that's it for this chapter, sorry if you are disappointed for no lemon (trolololololo), but that will happen at a later date. Go watch porn in the meantime, seriously.

Anyways, review and let me know what you think.

MiNdZeRo here, signing out.