A/N: Hullo there…I have returned from the dead! MUHAHAHA! And I've noticed that I've only got three reviews…three! What's the matter? Don't you guys LOVE me anymore? *sigh* Ah well, on with the story. There's more mystery and confusing puzzles and that stuff in this chapter, so…enjoy! You like Mystery don't you? Oh, come on, I know you do…=D *innocent smile*
A/N 2: I know what this story needs! ROMANCE! Now, where the heck am I gonna find romance? 0____0
Disclaimer: *holds up a sign saying "ON STRIKE"*
Mikaela and Christie were facing a stone wall.
"We're stuck!" Christie was terrified. The elevator was stuck between floors. Although Mike showed no fear, Christie was trembling like a frightened rabbit.
Then Mikaela had an idea. It was so obvious yet crazy it made her laugh.
"Ever played 'Nancy Drew: Treasure in the Royal Tower'?" She asked Christie.
The young brown-haired Brazil girl shook her head. "No. Never heard of it."
"It's a computer game, based on the old (and I mean it!) book series of Nancy Drew. I used to always play it. It's so clever, the story plot…you've got to be super smart though, to finish it in 2 hours or so. One clever thing I learnt…" Mikaela looked up at a faint outline on the ceiling of the elevator. Christie followed her gaze.
"Well?" Christie said, beginning to be quite impatient. Mike kicked at the outlined square. It fell with a bang, revealing the elevator shaft. Mikaela grinned at her friend. "I'll go first…a boost, please?"
Christie laid her hands out before Mike. She lifted up one thin leg onto Christie's hand and jumped up.
It was very cold in the elevator shaft. Mikaela shivered slightly before helping Christie up onto the elevator.
"Bbbrr!" Christie's teeth chattered together. She was wearing a green shirt unbuttoned at the top and a pair of shorts.
As for Mikaela, she was wearing a pair of brownish-cream cord pants and a beige three-quarter off-the-shoulder top with dangling sleeves. She untied the jumper off her waist and wrapped it around Christie. "Jesus, it's not that cold," Mike mumbled under her breath.
"So, where do we go?" asked Christie. Mike pointed to a ladder on the wall. Christie glared at Mikaela.
"What the hell? There no way I'm going up there. No way. You can't make me!" Christie started to run, but she halted when she reached the edge. Her heart felt like it had just stopped working. Below them, about 50 metres down, was nothing but harsh, dark concrete, dimly lit only by a few lights. As Christie began to fall, Mike grabbed her by the hand, pulling her back on.
"Man, you're such an idiot," Mikaela said. She began to climb the ladder. Regretfully, Christie followed. Up ahead was a door. Alee Oop!
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He sighed and put his hood over his head, his raincoat beating the rain. He felt the strong hail thudding on his body, but not the cold. Even though it seemed as if his brain was frozen like ice, he didn't feel anything. Nothing at all. He had learnt the truth. His whole past, his life unknown to him. He felt strange. His ear twitched. He could hear someone screaming. No more damsels in distress, he htought, and he walked off.
The freezing water splashed at his feet, escaping into his boots and freezing his already frostbitten toes. He didn't know whether he'd survive. The tournament was his only hope to gain revenge, and it was only a few steps away. The words throbbed in his head and his brain ached out the words. Heihachi Mishima.
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Julia knocked on the door of the surgery. "Come in," a muffled voice called from inside the surgery. She opened the door and stepped inside.
After half an hour, Xiaoyu began to wonder what was happening inside the room. She kicked the door open. There was Panda, lying on the bed, a woman holding a knife inches away from Panda's neck. Desperately Xiaoyu's pet tried to knock the knife out of the lady's hand, but since that didn't work she kicked her in the stomach. Xiaoyu recognised the lady. Julia? What was she doing? She ran and grasped her hair and yanked. Julia let out a blood-curdling yell. Xiaoyu feared that the windows would smash open.
After 10 minutes of confusion, Julia and the docters (who were earlier revealed as members of the Tekken Force) were sprawled out on the floor, scattered around where Xiaoyu and Panda stood. "Antidisestablishmentarianism?" Xiaoyu finally said. She didn't know why she had the urge to say the second-longest word in the English language, but she did anyway. Panda just growled and fell on the bed. Suddenly Xiaoyu spotted something unusual. A badge was rooted to Panda's fur. She reached out and took it. Slowly, she turned it over. It seemed to be some sort of tracker. Of course! Panda had been shot with one of Heihachi's guns, and now they were being tracked. Xiaoyu knew that Heihachi's forces were never deceived, but she pinned the badge on a tree on the nature strip in the middle of the road.
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Christie was at the park, and had dragged Mikaela along with her. Mikaela thought she was having the worst time of the life, and that Christie was the worst friend she could ever have. Christie had told Mikaela that Eddy was her best friend apart from her, but Mikaela didn't believe that she only liked one boy; Eddy. However she had recently been spotted holding hands with Steve, and this ticked Mike off. She didn't like snobby girls that flirt with other boys when they were already occupied. Although Mike thought Christie was a nice person, it was this one quality that made her "bad".
The next day when Eddy came over, Christie gave him a huge hug. Mike couldn't help but yell out, "Which one do you want, Christie? Which one?" Christie understood this perfectly, however. She ran off sobbing.
"What's up with her?" asked Eddy, totally oblivious to the situation. Looking down at her, he made her feel small, but not intimidated, as he was six foot something and Mikaela was only around 5"4.
"You wouldn't like to know." Mikaela responded plainly as she glared at him. She stormed off.
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Evy was happy as Larry. She couldn't wait until the tournament, knowing she would kick some butt. Although 16 years old, she seemed like a child to all the other fighters, and felt that was, as she was hanging out at her favourite spot: the playground.
Although it was different from the ones at home, she still adored the swings and all. And it was right next to the tournament, which started in…half an hour? Crap, she thought to herself, and, hopping off the top of the monkey bars, she scrambled off to the arena. It was huge, with about 5 grand stands and huge banners. Helicopters swarmed around in circles, recording shots and advertising with bright, waving banners. More banners, Evy thought. Lots of them. How odd.
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Mikaela was fiddling with her car keys when someone tapped her on her shoulder. "What do you want no, Christie?" she said before turning around. When she did, she saw a dark figure with a hood before being knocked out by a deadly axe kick.
When she woke up ten minutes later, a used syringe had been left by her side. She tried to reach her arm out, but was driven back because of a sharp pain. The pain soon disappeared, but there was a red mark on her shoulder. She had been stabbed by a needle. She turned the syringe over. It was labelled, "Blood for experiment #3459, Mikaela Everest". That was a clue. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and picked it up before placing it in a sealed plastic bag. She glared at her watch.
"11:15?" she yelled. 15 minutes left before the tournament started. Mike cursed under her breath before speeding towards her destination.
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A/N 3: Haha the tournament's not here yet! Hey you, if you are reading this, please review with your comments and (this is optional but greatly appreciated) your opinion stating whether I should write all (or most, or some) of the fights in the tournament. I'm just asking this because it tends to become boring sometimes. What do you say, am I up for a challenge? =D
Come on, you can do it…
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