Enter the Psycho
For centuries the great masters of battle and war have been among the most well-known and respected people in the world. But in modern times, one of strongest fighters on earth is not a popular man, but a misunderstood individual who has been locked away from the rest of society for an uncountable number of years. Within the top floor of the largest asylum on earth, between padded walls lives a dark shadow of a man. His messy, spiked hair is as red as blood, as are his eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of white asylum pants and a straight jacket around his arms. His teeth are sharp, almost like fangs. Underneath his straight jacket, his fingernails are long enough to cut like knives. This man is known simply as Psychosis.
He currently sits in the corner of his lonely room while building some sort of strange device. Because of the restrictions of his straight jacket, he works with his feet and his teeth, although he does so as skillfully as he would his hands. How he got the materials to create such a mechanism is a mystery that may never be solved.
Finally his sleepless work was over. He slowly lifted his head and stared at the wall in front of him. A small, sadistic smile spread across his face. Anyone who could have seen him at this time would have sworn he was in some sort of trance. He pressed a few buttons on the machine he'd just made with his toes and kicked it towards the door.
Several seconds passed, when suddenly the door exploded, killing a couple of guards who were standing in front of it. Psychosis walked through the flames completely unharmed when several men in white coats came running around the corner to restrain him. Psychosis knocked the first one away with a simple front kick to the ribs. He then leaped into the air and spun several times with his legs outstreched. The attack knocked out the rest of the men as Psychosis released an insane laughter. Several more men approached him with guns. Psychosis dashed right by one of them and spun around, biting his ear off in the process. As that man lied on the ground, screaming in pain, another one pointed a gun at Psychosis's head. He kicked the gun out of his hand then hit him in the face with a spinning kick in the air. The kick was so powerful that it broke both his jaw and his neck. Another guard immediately began firing at him. Psychosis dodjed the bullets as if they came at him in slow motion. When he was close enough, he gave the guard a powerful headbutt that broke his nose. Just then backup arrived. These guys had automatic weapons. Psychosis turned around and saw a giant window. He immediately ran toward it as the guards fired bullets behind him. Then he dove headfirst through the window. Another time bomb was triggered, and the entire top floor exploded. Psychosis fell through the air as fire and broken glass danced around his body. It wasn't until now that he realized he'd just leaped out of a 20 story building.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
He landed face first on the pavement. Several seconds passed. The people around him stood there shock. Suddenly, he leaped to his feet, causing the people to gasp. He ran until he found a dark alley where no one would find him. He sat on a dumpster and struggled inside his straight jacket. Finally, he got his arms free and took it off. Psychosis paused a moment to study his surroundings. He could hear sirens. They were obviously looking for him. He looked up at the stars and broke into an uncontrollable laughter. "I'm free," he whispered. "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
***
"See ya later sensei," Jin said as he left the dojo. He pulled his hood over his head and started walking towards his apartment. This is how he had been living ever since the "incident". Everyday he would spend several hours in the dojo learning the traditional ways of karate and trying to forget the style his grandfather taught him. He had been living in this apartment for only two months. Because of Heihachi, Jin had to move quite often. Everytime his grandfather's Tekken troops found him, Jin would have to find a new apartment and another dojo to train in.
Jin started thinking about his dear old grandfather. The very thought of what he had done still made Jin sick to his stomach. He'd always known Heihachi to be a very strict and aggressive man, but never in the four years he stayed with him did he ever think he was capable of murder. Much less his own grandson. That image still haunted him. Seeing Heihachi standing over him with a pistol in his hand and pulling the trigger. Jin still has a hard remembering exactly what happened after that, but over time it has become more obvious. He had somehow inherited his father's horrible curse.
It wasn't the only time that curse came to haunt him. He had experienced that terrible darkness several times in the past, usually during encounters with the Tekken Force. It was part of the reason he continued to study the martial arts. That, and because he felt an insatiable urge to learn how to fight. Perhaps it was in his blood. After all, both of his parents were legendary fighters.
That switched his thoughts over to his mother. Those were his fondest memories. He could still remember the taste of her cooking and the way she would sing him to sleep at night. Bathing in the forest and listening to his mother's stories. That was all that mattered to him then. But then the Toshin showed up. And in one horrible day, Jin's life changed forever.
'Damn it Mom,' he thought to himself. 'Why did you have to die. Everything I could ever want was right there with you. But ever since you passed away everything has been going downhill. I wish you could be with me right now. I'm so confused.'
He could feel his blood boiling through his body. Jin stopped walking and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. When he felt he was back to normal he resumed his walking. He desperately wanted things to be the way they once were. But at the same time he knew there was no way to change the
past.
After walking some distance, Jin finally made it to his apartment. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch. He was about to turn on the TV when he heard some voices and clattering footsteps in the hallway. Jin recognized it as the sound of the Tekken Force coming after him. He looked around the apartment for a place to hide or escape, but the closet was all he could think of on short notice. He dashed inside it and closed the door behind him. He could hear them kicking the door down and searching the apartment.
'This is great," Jin thought. 'It's only a matter of time before they find me. Did they follow me? I wonder how many there are. They're probably armed. How am I gonna get myself out of this mess?
Then he could hear them speaking. "I don't see him anywhere," one of them said.
"Keep looking. If we don't find this guy, Mr. Mishima's gonna make us go after Kazuya." Jin felt like his heart skipped a beat.
"What's the difference? We're going to have to fight somebody anyway."
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to fight a dead guy."
Jin couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'Is my father alive. I can't let this opportunity pass by. I don't care many of them there are.' Jin slammed through the door. Luckily, there was only two of them. Before the closest one could react, Jin punched his lowerback area. Then he grabbed him like a human shield and ran towards the other one. At the last second, he tossed him aside and gave the other soldier a flying kick to the chest so hard that he flew into the wall, bounced off, and landed on his face. The first soldier got up. Jin turned around and gave him a knife-hand chop to the throat, knocking him unconscious. Then he turned over the other soldier and pinned him to the floor. "Where's Kazuya!" he yelled.
"I-I can't tell you. Mr. Mishima will kill me."
Jin ripped off the man's helmet, punched him in the face three times, and slammed his head into the floor. "I'll kill you! Now where is Kazuya!"
"W-we think he's supposed to be at the G Corporation building in Tokyo on saturday," the man said, trying not to choke on his own blood.
"What time!"
"I-I don't know. I think somewhere between 10 and 12 o' clock. P-please don't hurt me."
Jin thought for a moment. Then he gave the soldier one more punch for the hell of it and stood up. Now he had two objectives in mind. Number one he was going to have to meet with his father and settle the score. And number two, it was time to find a new place to live.
***
Paul Phoenix finished his drink and put the glass back on the bar. Ever since his dojo closed down, this place had become his home away from home. Suddenly, the door was knocked down and Psychosis walked in wearing a black trench coat. "Hey, you're gonna have to pay for that," yelled the bartender.
Psychosis ripped open his trench coat, revealing a buttload of dynamite strapped to his chest. "Ladies and gentlemen I am a bomb! Give me your money and no one will be blown up!"
"Y-you wouldn't," said the bartender.
"Well I was crazy enough to strap a bomb to myself in the first place. So what do you think? Do you feel lucky punk?"
Paul sat idly by as he witnessed these things take place. His current alcohol level made him feel like being a hero. He stood up, walked behind Psychosis and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy. Why don't we take a step outside? We can settle things out there, okay."
"Hey Bart Simpson why don't you go screw a goat. I'm busy, okay."
"What!" Paul grabbed his shoulder and started shaking him. "You want to fight right now you little freak! I can do that too!"
Psychosis turned around and kicked him in stomach. Paul staggered backwards. Psychosis flicked his wrist, and a trigger fell out of his sleeve into his hand. "So I'm a freak am I?"
"Crap!" Paul turned around and leaped out the door right when Psychosis triggered the explosives. He fell on his stomach and took cover as the bar blew up along with everyone in it. Then he sat up and stared at the flaming wreckage. "Man. Who was that guy?" A shadowy figure appeared in the flames. Psychosis stepped out of the fire and gave Paul an evil smile. The trench coat was gone, and his body was covered in black burn marks. "What the...!"
"Aycarumba! Don't have a cow man." Psychosis leaped high into the air above Paul. Paul rolled out of the way and Psychosis landed in front of him with a thud. He threw three sidekicks with the same leg and then did a jumping roundhouse kick. Paul blocked all of these attacks and retaliated by giving him a sharp kick to the knee. The attack knocked him into the air, and Paul followed up with an elbow to the ribs. Psychosis rolled backwards onto his feet as he slid across the ground. Then he dashed towards Paul while screeching at the top of his lungs. Paul dodjed out of the way and tried to kick him in the back of the head. But then Psychosis seemed to disappear.
Paul spun around trying to find him until he felt something heavy land on his back. He looked back to see Psychosis bite into his shoulder. Paul yelled in pain. He struggled for a moment, then reached back and flung him over his shoulder. He bent down to punch him while he was on the ground. But Psychosis kicked him with each foot and then spun on his head to get to his feet. He threw a kick to the face, but Paul grabbed it and twisted his foot. Psychosis spun in the air for a moment and then used the momentum kick Paul in the face. Paul tried to give him a hammer punch, but he disappeared again. He appeared behind Paul and kicked him in the back. The attack forced him to the ground. 'How does he move so fast?' Paul thought.
Paul got to his feet, but as soon as he turned around, Psychosis clawed him across the cheek with his long fingernails. Paul staggered back a few steps. As a man who fought a bear on a regular basis, he certainly was no a stranger to claws. But he was surprised to see a man doing this. Paul dashed forward and threw a punch. Psychosis easily dodjed the attack and slashed his eye. Paul bent down holding his wound. Psychosis then raised his foot above his head chopped it down on his neck. Paul landed face first on the concrete. Psychosis rolled him over and ripped his shirt off. Then he raked his fingernails across Paul's chest. Paul screamed in pain. Psychosis then dug his claws deep into Paul's pectoral muscles. He leaned forward on his fingers, placing all of his weight on Paul's chest. He watched gleefully as Paul squirmed under the immense pressure. Finally, Psychosis released him from this agonizing hold and went completely berzerk. He began hitting him in the face with his fists and palms as his mad laughter echoed throughout the city. Then he grabbed Paul's head started beating on the ground.
Finally, Psychosis stood up and looked at what he had done. Paul was lying on the ground with cuts and bruises covering his body. Psychosis had an insane grin spread across his face, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out his head. "Did you see that. That red-headed guy just beat up Paul Phoenix," said one of the onlookers."
Psychosis reached into one of Paul's pockets and pulled out his wallet. He grabbed all the money inside and dropped it on Paul's chest. "This ought to be enough for a ticket to Japan," he said. Before he left he grabbed Paul by the face, smiled, and said "That's what you get for calling me a freak." Then he threw Paul's head on the ground and casually walked away.
***
Xiaoyu sang to herself happily, as she walked home from school. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind and drag her under a tree in a nearby forest. She turned around and saw Jin standing there. "Jin! What are you doing here?"
"Shh. They might still be looking for me," Jin said quietly.
"Who?"
"I'll explain later. Follow me." Jin grabbed her hand and lead her deeper into the forest. Finally, he stopped. "I'm sorry I had to sneak up on you like that," he said. "But I can't risk letting Heihachi's men find me."
"Where have you been all this time?" she asked. "I've been so worried about you. I thought something might of happened after the tournament."
"That's ok," he said, combing her hair with his fingers. "I'm here now." Jin put his arms around her and held her in a tight embrace. "And I promise I'll never leave you again."
They stayed like this for several moments. All of a sudden, Xiaoyu heard some strange beeping noise. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at an alarm clock. She hit the alarm to make it stop and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. That dream was so real she could have sworn that it was. She looked back at the clock and knew she was going to have to get ready for school. She dreaded the thought of even going. She knew that all she was going to do was just waste seven hours of her life, doing the same thing she did yesterday.
Then she looked from her clock to a picture of her with her parents. She missed them so much. The only reason she even stayed here was because she thought Jin might come back. The last time she saw him was as he walked up the stairs to the temple to challenge his grandfather. That was almost two years ago. She was starting to wonder if he was ever going to come back. But at the same time, she knew she just had to see him again someday. She looked back at the clock. She had already wasted fifteen minutes. At this rate she was going to be late for school. Not that she really cared.
***
Saturday morning. Kazuya rides in the back of his limo as he prepares for the meeting he's going to have at the G Corporations building in Tokyo. He hears his cell phone ring and answers it. "Who is it?" he asks coldly.
"He has escaped," said the voice on the other side. Kazuya immediately recognized the voice belonging to Dr. Boskonovitch.
"How did you get this number?" he asked.
"That's not important right now. The one who called himself Psychosis escaped from his asylum."
Kazuya's expression turned grim. "Has he killed anyone yet?"
" Yes. He's killed the men who held him captive and destroyed part of the asylum. He has also badly beaten one of the King of Iron Fist contestants and blown up a bar.
"How long has he been out?"
"Five days. If my sources are correct, I believe he is already in Japan."
"Damn! I told you we shouldn't have put him in an asylum."
"We're going to have to find him immediately. We can't risk a reinactment of what happened the last time he got out of our control."
"Whatever. Just let me handle this, alright. And don't call me again." Kazuya hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. His revenge plans for Heihachi were going to have to wait. For now he had more serious matters to deal with. Little did he know that this wasn't the only surprise waiting for him.
Return of the Author: Well, how do you like it so far. If you liked this chapter then you'll love the next one. Here's little taste of things to come: A father-son reunion, the history of Psychosis explained, and something so surprising that it'll make you crap your pants. Here's a little hint; if you don't kill Psychosis in ten seconds something really bad is going to happen. Jes has spoken.
For centuries the great masters of battle and war have been among the most well-known and respected people in the world. But in modern times, one of strongest fighters on earth is not a popular man, but a misunderstood individual who has been locked away from the rest of society for an uncountable number of years. Within the top floor of the largest asylum on earth, between padded walls lives a dark shadow of a man. His messy, spiked hair is as red as blood, as are his eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of white asylum pants and a straight jacket around his arms. His teeth are sharp, almost like fangs. Underneath his straight jacket, his fingernails are long enough to cut like knives. This man is known simply as Psychosis.
He currently sits in the corner of his lonely room while building some sort of strange device. Because of the restrictions of his straight jacket, he works with his feet and his teeth, although he does so as skillfully as he would his hands. How he got the materials to create such a mechanism is a mystery that may never be solved.
Finally his sleepless work was over. He slowly lifted his head and stared at the wall in front of him. A small, sadistic smile spread across his face. Anyone who could have seen him at this time would have sworn he was in some sort of trance. He pressed a few buttons on the machine he'd just made with his toes and kicked it towards the door.
Several seconds passed, when suddenly the door exploded, killing a couple of guards who were standing in front of it. Psychosis walked through the flames completely unharmed when several men in white coats came running around the corner to restrain him. Psychosis knocked the first one away with a simple front kick to the ribs. He then leaped into the air and spun several times with his legs outstreched. The attack knocked out the rest of the men as Psychosis released an insane laughter. Several more men approached him with guns. Psychosis dashed right by one of them and spun around, biting his ear off in the process. As that man lied on the ground, screaming in pain, another one pointed a gun at Psychosis's head. He kicked the gun out of his hand then hit him in the face with a spinning kick in the air. The kick was so powerful that it broke both his jaw and his neck. Another guard immediately began firing at him. Psychosis dodjed the bullets as if they came at him in slow motion. When he was close enough, he gave the guard a powerful headbutt that broke his nose. Just then backup arrived. These guys had automatic weapons. Psychosis turned around and saw a giant window. He immediately ran toward it as the guards fired bullets behind him. Then he dove headfirst through the window. Another time bomb was triggered, and the entire top floor exploded. Psychosis fell through the air as fire and broken glass danced around his body. It wasn't until now that he realized he'd just leaped out of a 20 story building.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
He landed face first on the pavement. Several seconds passed. The people around him stood there shock. Suddenly, he leaped to his feet, causing the people to gasp. He ran until he found a dark alley where no one would find him. He sat on a dumpster and struggled inside his straight jacket. Finally, he got his arms free and took it off. Psychosis paused a moment to study his surroundings. He could hear sirens. They were obviously looking for him. He looked up at the stars and broke into an uncontrollable laughter. "I'm free," he whispered. "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
***
"See ya later sensei," Jin said as he left the dojo. He pulled his hood over his head and started walking towards his apartment. This is how he had been living ever since the "incident". Everyday he would spend several hours in the dojo learning the traditional ways of karate and trying to forget the style his grandfather taught him. He had been living in this apartment for only two months. Because of Heihachi, Jin had to move quite often. Everytime his grandfather's Tekken troops found him, Jin would have to find a new apartment and another dojo to train in.
Jin started thinking about his dear old grandfather. The very thought of what he had done still made Jin sick to his stomach. He'd always known Heihachi to be a very strict and aggressive man, but never in the four years he stayed with him did he ever think he was capable of murder. Much less his own grandson. That image still haunted him. Seeing Heihachi standing over him with a pistol in his hand and pulling the trigger. Jin still has a hard remembering exactly what happened after that, but over time it has become more obvious. He had somehow inherited his father's horrible curse.
It wasn't the only time that curse came to haunt him. He had experienced that terrible darkness several times in the past, usually during encounters with the Tekken Force. It was part of the reason he continued to study the martial arts. That, and because he felt an insatiable urge to learn how to fight. Perhaps it was in his blood. After all, both of his parents were legendary fighters.
That switched his thoughts over to his mother. Those were his fondest memories. He could still remember the taste of her cooking and the way she would sing him to sleep at night. Bathing in the forest and listening to his mother's stories. That was all that mattered to him then. But then the Toshin showed up. And in one horrible day, Jin's life changed forever.
'Damn it Mom,' he thought to himself. 'Why did you have to die. Everything I could ever want was right there with you. But ever since you passed away everything has been going downhill. I wish you could be with me right now. I'm so confused.'
He could feel his blood boiling through his body. Jin stopped walking and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. When he felt he was back to normal he resumed his walking. He desperately wanted things to be the way they once were. But at the same time he knew there was no way to change the
past.
After walking some distance, Jin finally made it to his apartment. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch. He was about to turn on the TV when he heard some voices and clattering footsteps in the hallway. Jin recognized it as the sound of the Tekken Force coming after him. He looked around the apartment for a place to hide or escape, but the closet was all he could think of on short notice. He dashed inside it and closed the door behind him. He could hear them kicking the door down and searching the apartment.
'This is great," Jin thought. 'It's only a matter of time before they find me. Did they follow me? I wonder how many there are. They're probably armed. How am I gonna get myself out of this mess?
Then he could hear them speaking. "I don't see him anywhere," one of them said.
"Keep looking. If we don't find this guy, Mr. Mishima's gonna make us go after Kazuya." Jin felt like his heart skipped a beat.
"What's the difference? We're going to have to fight somebody anyway."
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to fight a dead guy."
Jin couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'Is my father alive. I can't let this opportunity pass by. I don't care many of them there are.' Jin slammed through the door. Luckily, there was only two of them. Before the closest one could react, Jin punched his lowerback area. Then he grabbed him like a human shield and ran towards the other one. At the last second, he tossed him aside and gave the other soldier a flying kick to the chest so hard that he flew into the wall, bounced off, and landed on his face. The first soldier got up. Jin turned around and gave him a knife-hand chop to the throat, knocking him unconscious. Then he turned over the other soldier and pinned him to the floor. "Where's Kazuya!" he yelled.
"I-I can't tell you. Mr. Mishima will kill me."
Jin ripped off the man's helmet, punched him in the face three times, and slammed his head into the floor. "I'll kill you! Now where is Kazuya!"
"W-we think he's supposed to be at the G Corporation building in Tokyo on saturday," the man said, trying not to choke on his own blood.
"What time!"
"I-I don't know. I think somewhere between 10 and 12 o' clock. P-please don't hurt me."
Jin thought for a moment. Then he gave the soldier one more punch for the hell of it and stood up. Now he had two objectives in mind. Number one he was going to have to meet with his father and settle the score. And number two, it was time to find a new place to live.
***
Paul Phoenix finished his drink and put the glass back on the bar. Ever since his dojo closed down, this place had become his home away from home. Suddenly, the door was knocked down and Psychosis walked in wearing a black trench coat. "Hey, you're gonna have to pay for that," yelled the bartender.
Psychosis ripped open his trench coat, revealing a buttload of dynamite strapped to his chest. "Ladies and gentlemen I am a bomb! Give me your money and no one will be blown up!"
"Y-you wouldn't," said the bartender.
"Well I was crazy enough to strap a bomb to myself in the first place. So what do you think? Do you feel lucky punk?"
Paul sat idly by as he witnessed these things take place. His current alcohol level made him feel like being a hero. He stood up, walked behind Psychosis and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy. Why don't we take a step outside? We can settle things out there, okay."
"Hey Bart Simpson why don't you go screw a goat. I'm busy, okay."
"What!" Paul grabbed his shoulder and started shaking him. "You want to fight right now you little freak! I can do that too!"
Psychosis turned around and kicked him in stomach. Paul staggered backwards. Psychosis flicked his wrist, and a trigger fell out of his sleeve into his hand. "So I'm a freak am I?"
"Crap!" Paul turned around and leaped out the door right when Psychosis triggered the explosives. He fell on his stomach and took cover as the bar blew up along with everyone in it. Then he sat up and stared at the flaming wreckage. "Man. Who was that guy?" A shadowy figure appeared in the flames. Psychosis stepped out of the fire and gave Paul an evil smile. The trench coat was gone, and his body was covered in black burn marks. "What the...!"
"Aycarumba! Don't have a cow man." Psychosis leaped high into the air above Paul. Paul rolled out of the way and Psychosis landed in front of him with a thud. He threw three sidekicks with the same leg and then did a jumping roundhouse kick. Paul blocked all of these attacks and retaliated by giving him a sharp kick to the knee. The attack knocked him into the air, and Paul followed up with an elbow to the ribs. Psychosis rolled backwards onto his feet as he slid across the ground. Then he dashed towards Paul while screeching at the top of his lungs. Paul dodjed out of the way and tried to kick him in the back of the head. But then Psychosis seemed to disappear.
Paul spun around trying to find him until he felt something heavy land on his back. He looked back to see Psychosis bite into his shoulder. Paul yelled in pain. He struggled for a moment, then reached back and flung him over his shoulder. He bent down to punch him while he was on the ground. But Psychosis kicked him with each foot and then spun on his head to get to his feet. He threw a kick to the face, but Paul grabbed it and twisted his foot. Psychosis spun in the air for a moment and then used the momentum kick Paul in the face. Paul tried to give him a hammer punch, but he disappeared again. He appeared behind Paul and kicked him in the back. The attack forced him to the ground. 'How does he move so fast?' Paul thought.
Paul got to his feet, but as soon as he turned around, Psychosis clawed him across the cheek with his long fingernails. Paul staggered back a few steps. As a man who fought a bear on a regular basis, he certainly was no a stranger to claws. But he was surprised to see a man doing this. Paul dashed forward and threw a punch. Psychosis easily dodjed the attack and slashed his eye. Paul bent down holding his wound. Psychosis then raised his foot above his head chopped it down on his neck. Paul landed face first on the concrete. Psychosis rolled him over and ripped his shirt off. Then he raked his fingernails across Paul's chest. Paul screamed in pain. Psychosis then dug his claws deep into Paul's pectoral muscles. He leaned forward on his fingers, placing all of his weight on Paul's chest. He watched gleefully as Paul squirmed under the immense pressure. Finally, Psychosis released him from this agonizing hold and went completely berzerk. He began hitting him in the face with his fists and palms as his mad laughter echoed throughout the city. Then he grabbed Paul's head started beating on the ground.
Finally, Psychosis stood up and looked at what he had done. Paul was lying on the ground with cuts and bruises covering his body. Psychosis had an insane grin spread across his face, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out his head. "Did you see that. That red-headed guy just beat up Paul Phoenix," said one of the onlookers."
Psychosis reached into one of Paul's pockets and pulled out his wallet. He grabbed all the money inside and dropped it on Paul's chest. "This ought to be enough for a ticket to Japan," he said. Before he left he grabbed Paul by the face, smiled, and said "That's what you get for calling me a freak." Then he threw Paul's head on the ground and casually walked away.
***
Xiaoyu sang to herself happily, as she walked home from school. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind and drag her under a tree in a nearby forest. She turned around and saw Jin standing there. "Jin! What are you doing here?"
"Shh. They might still be looking for me," Jin said quietly.
"Who?"
"I'll explain later. Follow me." Jin grabbed her hand and lead her deeper into the forest. Finally, he stopped. "I'm sorry I had to sneak up on you like that," he said. "But I can't risk letting Heihachi's men find me."
"Where have you been all this time?" she asked. "I've been so worried about you. I thought something might of happened after the tournament."
"That's ok," he said, combing her hair with his fingers. "I'm here now." Jin put his arms around her and held her in a tight embrace. "And I promise I'll never leave you again."
They stayed like this for several moments. All of a sudden, Xiaoyu heard some strange beeping noise. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at an alarm clock. She hit the alarm to make it stop and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. That dream was so real she could have sworn that it was. She looked back at the clock and knew she was going to have to get ready for school. She dreaded the thought of even going. She knew that all she was going to do was just waste seven hours of her life, doing the same thing she did yesterday.
Then she looked from her clock to a picture of her with her parents. She missed them so much. The only reason she even stayed here was because she thought Jin might come back. The last time she saw him was as he walked up the stairs to the temple to challenge his grandfather. That was almost two years ago. She was starting to wonder if he was ever going to come back. But at the same time, she knew she just had to see him again someday. She looked back at the clock. She had already wasted fifteen minutes. At this rate she was going to be late for school. Not that she really cared.
***
Saturday morning. Kazuya rides in the back of his limo as he prepares for the meeting he's going to have at the G Corporations building in Tokyo. He hears his cell phone ring and answers it. "Who is it?" he asks coldly.
"He has escaped," said the voice on the other side. Kazuya immediately recognized the voice belonging to Dr. Boskonovitch.
"How did you get this number?" he asked.
"That's not important right now. The one who called himself Psychosis escaped from his asylum."
Kazuya's expression turned grim. "Has he killed anyone yet?"
" Yes. He's killed the men who held him captive and destroyed part of the asylum. He has also badly beaten one of the King of Iron Fist contestants and blown up a bar.
"How long has he been out?"
"Five days. If my sources are correct, I believe he is already in Japan."
"Damn! I told you we shouldn't have put him in an asylum."
"We're going to have to find him immediately. We can't risk a reinactment of what happened the last time he got out of our control."
"Whatever. Just let me handle this, alright. And don't call me again." Kazuya hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. His revenge plans for Heihachi were going to have to wait. For now he had more serious matters to deal with. Little did he know that this wasn't the only surprise waiting for him.
Return of the Author: Well, how do you like it so far. If you liked this chapter then you'll love the next one. Here's little taste of things to come: A father-son reunion, the history of Psychosis explained, and something so surprising that it'll make you crap your pants. Here's a little hint; if you don't kill Psychosis in ten seconds something really bad is going to happen. Jes has spoken.
