*-x-Rising Chaos-x-*
1 Part 5
Flaming red eyes illuminated the dark dismal sky. The towering figure strolled past each tree, knocking aside any that were in his path effortlessly with a huge fist. Intrigued by the one called 'Jin Kazama', he strode to find more about his devil side. He memory of his fight with the young Kazama more than 2 years ago haunted his evil thoughts. He was the ultimate weapon, made by all the hatred humans possessed, and yet a mere mortal beat him, even in his true form. Or maybe not. There was something about him, something that made him different from every other single being. Stronger than Devil, yet as pure-spirited as Angel, more righteous than Jun Kazama yet as domineering as any Mishima. Afraid. He felt slightly afraid. He continued on, eyes like the burning fires of hell. He would not strike until he was sure, and for this he needed a puppet. A puppet he could manipulate through the anger inside of itself, or rather, himself. That's where he was headed, to once again take control of his puppet, so he could find out more about the young unsuspecting Jin.
* * * * * *
Christie's longing blue eyes watched tenderly over the sleeping Brit. Her long, delicate fingers belonging to her precious right hand ran through his blonde strands, her left hand had it's grip firmly round his warm palm. She gazed as his proud chest heaved up and down with every sweet breath escaping through his desired lips. She smiled sweetly then rest her long glimmering brown locks and her delicate head on the hospital bedside. "Steve…my Steve…"
She looked on round at the cold, white, sterile atmosphere in the hospital ward. She didn't really like it here; it seemed so gloomy and pessimistic, she didn't want to leave Steve all alone in here…
"Mr. Phoenix! I have had just about enough of this! How many times do I have to tell you to keep off your leg! Now get back to your bed!"
Paul kicked the air and dropped his head down after being caught on his feet by the same nurse for the 5th time in 20 minutes. "Yeah, yeah… Tch…"
The nurse placed a hand on her hip. "Get!" she scowled as she pointed to the empty bed.
Paul walked back to it and lay down, reluctantly. Christie giggled as she lay with Steve, whom was still sleeping like a baby. Lei and Yoshimitsu returned with their coffees, and a hot chocolate for Christie. Paul looked up at them.
"I thought you said there was a long queue at the coffee machine?"
Yoshimitsu looked poignant and Lei chuckled. " As soon as Yoshimitsu showed up it suddenly…dispersed."
"Humph."
Christie and Paul chuckled along with Lei, and Yoshimitsu shook his head, disgraced. At least he never found it funny…well, not that funny…
* * * * * *
Anna tapped her long red-painted nails impatiently on the sideboard. She still didn't know why they were going, but she knew where. She had almost forgot how exhilarating working for Kazuya could be. She was his right-hand lady, there to help and advise him when she could. With him, it was always a surprise what would happen next, always a surprise which fighter would pop along next, trying to kill him for some kind of mission or revenge. Nina would often and abruptly show her face to try and assassinate Kazuya, amongst things. Nina. Anna's bright blue eyes looked down melancholically. How she had always longed for things between them to be peaceful…like they used to be. How they used to share all their secrets and be best friends as well as sisters. But that was a long time ago. Ever since their mother's death, Nina had pushed Anna away. She saw her as her biggest enemy. Anna found it sad that things were the way they were, Nina had drew the line, and Nina was the one unwilling to get rid of it. Even on their father's grave. They were all they had left of the Williams' family. Each other.
Anna woke from her thoughts, then turned and looked at Kazuya. "What are you planning to do with your son then?" she inquired.
Kazuya smirked. "You'll soon see, just wait."
Anna stared down and sighed. She felt unsure about this all, perhaps Kazuya didn't realise just how precious a family truly was.
* * * * * *
Lee looked out of window at the shimmering beauty that was the night's sky. He then looked at the worn Korean, whom was staring into space, grimacing in regret. Lee walked over and reached out a hand. He pushed back the fiery red hair that had fallen over Hwoarang's deep brown eyes. "What's up kid?" he asked as Hwoarang placed his gaze onto Lee.
"…I promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone get close ever again…"
Lee sat down next to him and looked on in compassion and curiosity. He himself had been through a phase like that himself at one point. "…Afraid of getting hurt?"
"…Not exactly… more like of losing someone. I feel like I'm cursed, every single fucking person I've ever let get close is dead… I find it so frustrating… and my frustration turns to anger… it's like the whole fucking world is against me! Like…"
Lee looked down. "God hates you, right? You used to lie awake every fucking night wondering why you deserved to be all alone, why all you ever got was hurt…"
Lee trailed off, as Hwoarang looked on engrossed at him. "Lee," he requested, " What's your story?"
* * * * * *
Angel's porcelain white face lit up. She once again spread out her billowing magnificent white wings, leaving a few divine feathers drifting down unaccompanied, isolated. Her golden blonde hair waved gently in the winds and she watched over everything. This was where things became much harder, now that trouble was beginning to get into full swing. The true uprising chaos was beginning to take shape, yet was still distant over the horizon. She slowly drifted up and took one last glance over all that was going on around. Balance was being shifted, maybe more so than she had first thought. With great flutters of her heavenly wings, she flew off into the vast light of the moon. She regretted that she had not got enough aid, and must find more, very quickly, before all of nature lost proportion and fell to the unholy.
* * * * * *
Ling's shining silky bunches flopped down as she hugged her knees, resting her chin on them. She stared on at Jin. "Hey, what's with the goggles?" she asked.
Jin looked down. He had forgot about the goggles he had suspended round his neck. "Don't remind me…" he cringed.
"Remind you? Of what?"
"I kinda incinerated Hwoarang's motorbike."
"Oh," Ling said giggling, "I thought it was some strange new fashion on your behalf."
Jin shook his head and sighed.
"Sure laugh. He threatened to kill me if I scratched it! I hate to think what he'll do to me when he finds out I blew it into a million pieces!"
Ling roared in laughter, and Jin held his head.
"No, this is sombre! He was serious; you know what he's like! He can get really psycho!"
Ling stopped laughing and looked on at Jin. Her amazing words of comfort? "If you ever see him, run for your life."
Suddenly the vehicle began to slow down.
"We must be getting closer to wherever they're taking us." Ling suggested.
Jin straightened up and clenched his fists. He knew that there were more games to play; if Kazuya had intended to kill him straight away he would have already done it. It didn't make much sense to him, but his father was a twisted devil's advocate, he enjoyed the fear and suffering of others. This was only the peak of the iceberg. Some twisted game of his father's, which Jin had to beat him at.
"Be cautious Ling, this is all a sick, twisted game of a demonic freak."
Ling nodded, and stood by Jin's side.
"Then we'll just have to beat him at his own game then." She retorted.
* * * * * *
"A street child?"
"Yeah, perhaps I would have been better off staying a street child… I would have still had my sanity, and I would have never been cursed with being a fucking Mishima."
He slid a hand through his shimmering silver hair and pushed back the silky strands that had fallen forward. "In fact," he carried on, "I would have definitely been better off as a street child."
The howling wind outside subsided, as an alluring figure dropped down.
"My child." called out a sweet voice.
Both fighters spun round as looked on outside. Her heavenly blue eyes mesmerized and her pale, delicate porcelain skin seemed to divest the darkness all around her. She slowly shut her righteous wings and vanished, to reappear before the both of them.
"Holy sh-" Hwoarang managed to exclaim before she shushed him.
Angel then turned to Lee and smiled charismatically.
"My child," she said sweetly, luring like a Siren, with her beautiful voice. "There is much to do, things are much more dire than I first thought."
Lee nodded, then Angel turned to the dazed Korean.
"Poor, poor child," She harmonized as she reached out a elusive pale hand and stoked his face. "You have been through so much. I almost regret having to ask so much from you."
She then stepped back and walked to the door, peering over her shoulder. "Now my children, we must leave here. Soon Toshin will arrive, to use you as a manipulated puppet in his scheme once again. We have a lot we must do to ensure the safety of the children of Toshin, and all in such a short time."
Lee trailed after Angel, carrying the still concussed Hwoarang on his back. She then spread out her celestial wings and with that, all 3 of them were gone.
* * * * * *
Kazuya grinned evilly. He stepped outside and his black leather jacket flailed in the wind, soon followed by Anna, her glimmering brown hair blowing across her delicate face, and her fluffy-rimmed jacket whirling out behind her. She looked on at him with a newfound pity, never before had she realized how traumatized he really was, or how foolish he was for trying to destroy his last memory of Jun. It wasn't all about the devil inside of him or the ambition Heihachi forced upon him.
"So that's it," she thought, "annihilating his pain of losing the one person he truly loved who loved him back by destroying everything that reminded him of her, destroying her soul."
She looked deep into his tortured eyes. "I feel such pity for you Kazuya, I truly do."
Kazuya looked all around. "Perfect," he murmured, "This will make a great playground for my game. Get ready Jin; this will be one heck of game that you'll never forget… or live through."
He threw back his head and laughed demonically.
His fun was just beginning.
~x-X-*x*-X-x~
1 Part 5
Flaming red eyes illuminated the dark dismal sky. The towering figure strolled past each tree, knocking aside any that were in his path effortlessly with a huge fist. Intrigued by the one called 'Jin Kazama', he strode to find more about his devil side. He memory of his fight with the young Kazama more than 2 years ago haunted his evil thoughts. He was the ultimate weapon, made by all the hatred humans possessed, and yet a mere mortal beat him, even in his true form. Or maybe not. There was something about him, something that made him different from every other single being. Stronger than Devil, yet as pure-spirited as Angel, more righteous than Jun Kazama yet as domineering as any Mishima. Afraid. He felt slightly afraid. He continued on, eyes like the burning fires of hell. He would not strike until he was sure, and for this he needed a puppet. A puppet he could manipulate through the anger inside of itself, or rather, himself. That's where he was headed, to once again take control of his puppet, so he could find out more about the young unsuspecting Jin.
* * * * * *
Christie's longing blue eyes watched tenderly over the sleeping Brit. Her long, delicate fingers belonging to her precious right hand ran through his blonde strands, her left hand had it's grip firmly round his warm palm. She gazed as his proud chest heaved up and down with every sweet breath escaping through his desired lips. She smiled sweetly then rest her long glimmering brown locks and her delicate head on the hospital bedside. "Steve…my Steve…"
She looked on round at the cold, white, sterile atmosphere in the hospital ward. She didn't really like it here; it seemed so gloomy and pessimistic, she didn't want to leave Steve all alone in here…
"Mr. Phoenix! I have had just about enough of this! How many times do I have to tell you to keep off your leg! Now get back to your bed!"
Paul kicked the air and dropped his head down after being caught on his feet by the same nurse for the 5th time in 20 minutes. "Yeah, yeah… Tch…"
The nurse placed a hand on her hip. "Get!" she scowled as she pointed to the empty bed.
Paul walked back to it and lay down, reluctantly. Christie giggled as she lay with Steve, whom was still sleeping like a baby. Lei and Yoshimitsu returned with their coffees, and a hot chocolate for Christie. Paul looked up at them.
"I thought you said there was a long queue at the coffee machine?"
Yoshimitsu looked poignant and Lei chuckled. " As soon as Yoshimitsu showed up it suddenly…dispersed."
"Humph."
Christie and Paul chuckled along with Lei, and Yoshimitsu shook his head, disgraced. At least he never found it funny…well, not that funny…
* * * * * *
Anna tapped her long red-painted nails impatiently on the sideboard. She still didn't know why they were going, but she knew where. She had almost forgot how exhilarating working for Kazuya could be. She was his right-hand lady, there to help and advise him when she could. With him, it was always a surprise what would happen next, always a surprise which fighter would pop along next, trying to kill him for some kind of mission or revenge. Nina would often and abruptly show her face to try and assassinate Kazuya, amongst things. Nina. Anna's bright blue eyes looked down melancholically. How she had always longed for things between them to be peaceful…like they used to be. How they used to share all their secrets and be best friends as well as sisters. But that was a long time ago. Ever since their mother's death, Nina had pushed Anna away. She saw her as her biggest enemy. Anna found it sad that things were the way they were, Nina had drew the line, and Nina was the one unwilling to get rid of it. Even on their father's grave. They were all they had left of the Williams' family. Each other.
Anna woke from her thoughts, then turned and looked at Kazuya. "What are you planning to do with your son then?" she inquired.
Kazuya smirked. "You'll soon see, just wait."
Anna stared down and sighed. She felt unsure about this all, perhaps Kazuya didn't realise just how precious a family truly was.
* * * * * *
Lee looked out of window at the shimmering beauty that was the night's sky. He then looked at the worn Korean, whom was staring into space, grimacing in regret. Lee walked over and reached out a hand. He pushed back the fiery red hair that had fallen over Hwoarang's deep brown eyes. "What's up kid?" he asked as Hwoarang placed his gaze onto Lee.
"…I promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone get close ever again…"
Lee sat down next to him and looked on in compassion and curiosity. He himself had been through a phase like that himself at one point. "…Afraid of getting hurt?"
"…Not exactly… more like of losing someone. I feel like I'm cursed, every single fucking person I've ever let get close is dead… I find it so frustrating… and my frustration turns to anger… it's like the whole fucking world is against me! Like…"
Lee looked down. "God hates you, right? You used to lie awake every fucking night wondering why you deserved to be all alone, why all you ever got was hurt…"
Lee trailed off, as Hwoarang looked on engrossed at him. "Lee," he requested, " What's your story?"
* * * * * *
Angel's porcelain white face lit up. She once again spread out her billowing magnificent white wings, leaving a few divine feathers drifting down unaccompanied, isolated. Her golden blonde hair waved gently in the winds and she watched over everything. This was where things became much harder, now that trouble was beginning to get into full swing. The true uprising chaos was beginning to take shape, yet was still distant over the horizon. She slowly drifted up and took one last glance over all that was going on around. Balance was being shifted, maybe more so than she had first thought. With great flutters of her heavenly wings, she flew off into the vast light of the moon. She regretted that she had not got enough aid, and must find more, very quickly, before all of nature lost proportion and fell to the unholy.
* * * * * *
Ling's shining silky bunches flopped down as she hugged her knees, resting her chin on them. She stared on at Jin. "Hey, what's with the goggles?" she asked.
Jin looked down. He had forgot about the goggles he had suspended round his neck. "Don't remind me…" he cringed.
"Remind you? Of what?"
"I kinda incinerated Hwoarang's motorbike."
"Oh," Ling said giggling, "I thought it was some strange new fashion on your behalf."
Jin shook his head and sighed.
"Sure laugh. He threatened to kill me if I scratched it! I hate to think what he'll do to me when he finds out I blew it into a million pieces!"
Ling roared in laughter, and Jin held his head.
"No, this is sombre! He was serious; you know what he's like! He can get really psycho!"
Ling stopped laughing and looked on at Jin. Her amazing words of comfort? "If you ever see him, run for your life."
Suddenly the vehicle began to slow down.
"We must be getting closer to wherever they're taking us." Ling suggested.
Jin straightened up and clenched his fists. He knew that there were more games to play; if Kazuya had intended to kill him straight away he would have already done it. It didn't make much sense to him, but his father was a twisted devil's advocate, he enjoyed the fear and suffering of others. This was only the peak of the iceberg. Some twisted game of his father's, which Jin had to beat him at.
"Be cautious Ling, this is all a sick, twisted game of a demonic freak."
Ling nodded, and stood by Jin's side.
"Then we'll just have to beat him at his own game then." She retorted.
* * * * * *
"A street child?"
"Yeah, perhaps I would have been better off staying a street child… I would have still had my sanity, and I would have never been cursed with being a fucking Mishima."
He slid a hand through his shimmering silver hair and pushed back the silky strands that had fallen forward. "In fact," he carried on, "I would have definitely been better off as a street child."
The howling wind outside subsided, as an alluring figure dropped down.
"My child." called out a sweet voice.
Both fighters spun round as looked on outside. Her heavenly blue eyes mesmerized and her pale, delicate porcelain skin seemed to divest the darkness all around her. She slowly shut her righteous wings and vanished, to reappear before the both of them.
"Holy sh-" Hwoarang managed to exclaim before she shushed him.
Angel then turned to Lee and smiled charismatically.
"My child," she said sweetly, luring like a Siren, with her beautiful voice. "There is much to do, things are much more dire than I first thought."
Lee nodded, then Angel turned to the dazed Korean.
"Poor, poor child," She harmonized as she reached out a elusive pale hand and stoked his face. "You have been through so much. I almost regret having to ask so much from you."
She then stepped back and walked to the door, peering over her shoulder. "Now my children, we must leave here. Soon Toshin will arrive, to use you as a manipulated puppet in his scheme once again. We have a lot we must do to ensure the safety of the children of Toshin, and all in such a short time."
Lee trailed after Angel, carrying the still concussed Hwoarang on his back. She then spread out her celestial wings and with that, all 3 of them were gone.
* * * * * *
Kazuya grinned evilly. He stepped outside and his black leather jacket flailed in the wind, soon followed by Anna, her glimmering brown hair blowing across her delicate face, and her fluffy-rimmed jacket whirling out behind her. She looked on at him with a newfound pity, never before had she realized how traumatized he really was, or how foolish he was for trying to destroy his last memory of Jun. It wasn't all about the devil inside of him or the ambition Heihachi forced upon him.
"So that's it," she thought, "annihilating his pain of losing the one person he truly loved who loved him back by destroying everything that reminded him of her, destroying her soul."
She looked deep into his tortured eyes. "I feel such pity for you Kazuya, I truly do."
Kazuya looked all around. "Perfect," he murmured, "This will make a great playground for my game. Get ready Jin; this will be one heck of game that you'll never forget… or live through."
He threw back his head and laughed demonically.
His fun was just beginning.
~x-X-*x*-X-x~