*-x- Rising Chaos -x-*
1 Part 11
"Ugh…not again…" Lee sighed as he waltzed over to Yoshimitsu and kicked his foot so he woke.
"Hey…what was that for?!" Yoshimitsu exclaimed crankily, after being woken from his nap.
Lee proceeded in pushing his shimmering silver curtains back and pointed out across the cold, sterile pessimistic ward to the beds opposite them. "I told you to keep an eye on your sabre."
Lee turned from the confused cyborg and walked over to Hwoarang, shaking his head. "If you don't put that sabre down and leave Jin alone we won't get you a new bike."
"Hmph…" Hwoarang groaned as he took the sabre away from Jin's neck and handed it over to Lee, all whilst lying in his bed. "But it's only cos I know a killer bike that I wanna get…"
Lee chucked and strolled back over to Yoshimitsu, giving him his sabre back, much to his delight and Hwoarang's disappointment. Jin sighed in relief, as he pushed his shining black fringe from out of his eyes, carefully trying not to touch the bandages wrapped around his aching head. His deep chocolate brown eyes looked up as the fiery-haired Korean turned to him. "Once I've got my new bike you're dead Kazama…" he muttered to him under his breath, loud enough for Jin to hear, but quiet enough for everyone else to stay oblivious to.
Jin sighed heavily, as it was his 10th threat and 12th attempted assault in the past hour. "Sure, whatever you say Hwoarang."
Jin then huddled into the covers and slowly turned to face the corner bed, staring over at the pale, seemingly lifeless young Chinese girl. He hated to see Ling like that… especially by means of his own hands…
He abruptly raised a fist and grabbed the metal pole that was suspended above his head and began to pull and twist it at the same time. Once he had got it off of Hwoarang he threw it onto the floor and turned back to him.
Hwoarang moped.
"Just one question… where did you get that from?" Jin said inquisitively.
"Dunno. It was under the bed." Hwoarang retorted, whilst turning onto his back and resting his head on his folded arms. "And you didn't have to throw it, I was gonna hurl it at Steve after hitting you with it."
"Oh," Jin replied as he pulled out a spare pole from under his. "Well, if you really wanna hit Steve with one here ya go."
Jin handed it over to the eager Korean, sending a pulse of electricity throw it, slightly shocking his hands.
"Shit… that tingles…" Hwoarang moaned as he poked Jin in his ribs then threw the pole across the ward.
He snickered mischievously as it smacked into Steve's back causing him to cry out in shock and pain.
"Stop that now!" exclaimed a passing nurse sternly to the snickering Korean, "Or we'll have to move or sedate you."
Jin chuckled at Hwoarang as he got lectured, and Hwoarang retorted with a finger.
He then turned his thoughts and attention back to Ling, who was lying unconscious in the corner bed, hooked up to all sorts of machinery, fighting for her life. Jin was overwhelmed by sadness and hatred for himself. How could he let Devil Jin take control of him like that? How could he do that to her? He fought of tears, which blurred his vision.
"You know Kazama, it's not your fault. There was nothing you could've done to stop it. Besides, she'll be all right."
Jin looked back over at Hwoarang. He was trying to comfort him? Man he must really look pathetic for Hwoarang to show sympathy to him. "Thanks…"
Hwoarang smirked cheekily.
"No problem." He retorted as he threw Lei's handcuffs at Jin, which landed on his stomach quite harshly.
"Aw, shit that hurt…" Jin mumbled as he picked them up and looked at them. "Where did you find these?"
"On that chair."
Jin reached into his pockets and pulled out the goggles he had put in there whilst he was with Ling in the vehicle… He pulled back the elastic and let go, sending them flying into the side of Hwoarang's head.
"Shit!" Hwoarang exclaimed as he rubbed his right cheekbone. "You are so fucking dead when I get my new bike, bastard!"
"Wanna bet?" Jin chuckled, "As soon as I see that nightlight you call a hairdo coming, I'll be gone! You'll never get me!"
"Yeah?" Hwoarang smirked, "You won't be saying that when I'm through with you. You'll be wishing you never messed with me."
"I already wish I never did, you're not the prettiest of sights to see!"
"Hey, at least I'm not a Mishima shit like you."
Lee smiled as he watched the two youths argue playfully. "It looks like they're beginning to get on a little better."
"…Yeah," Steve agreed. "So, does anyone know where I can get an anvil?"
* * * * * *
Nina burst through the grand doors and raised her weapon up as she slowly strode into the exquisite room. She scanned everywhere, in every nook and cranny, to see if she could see Kazuya and her 'dear' sister.
But nothing.
She found it strange that the place was empty like this… they should have still been here… then her light blue eyes caught sight of it. She lowered her weapon and quickly ran over to the far wall next to the huge window, which was hidden by the long blinds. There, skewered to the wall, was a note. She reached out a long delicate hand and pulled out the dagger that held the paper to the wall. She inspected it. It was a small stylish weapon, and it was hers. The one she had lost last time she had encountered them both… she bent to the floor and grasped the letter in her fist. She recognized the curling, looping sophisticated style of writing on the paper. It was most definitely Anna's handwriting.
'Dear Nina,
Being very unhurried today, are you not?
It would do you great comfort to be quicker in the future, for you are about to be joined by company.
Try and keep up with us ~ If you think you can handle the challenge.
Anna xxx'
Nina brushed her short blonde strands back, making them glimmer in the dim light. She scrunched up the paper into a ball and dropped it on the floor.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps running along the corridor outside.
"Time to play…" she thought as she sprung out at the first launching a palm into their face. She then shot into Can Opener kicks knocking two more down. She proceeded in hopping over the bodies and sprinted down the corridor, knocking the last rolling across the hallway with one push of both her out-turned palms. She then pried his weapon from his hands and jumped onto the rail of the winding stairs backwards, sliding down rapidly, shooting away any whom tried to pursue her.
Upon reaching the bottom, she kicked open the door with a mighty flick of her right leg, and stealthily ran out. She kept going until she reached the garnished beautifully carved fountain and hid behind its bulk. Abruptly, her bright blue eyes caught sight of a small red light. She gasped as she dived, attempting to avoid the blast of the Ming Tao grenade. She clutched her arms round her head tightly as she felt the inferno blaze all around her delicate body, until she lost consciousness.
* * * * * *
Kazuya took his attention from the road ahead of him to Anna, whom was leaned over the laptop, snickering. She reached out a hand and dropped down a button device from the grasp of her long delicate fingers.
"That's Nina off of our backs for a little while." She sighed as she retreated her hand and ran it through her silky brown locks.
She then fixed her gaze upon him. She watched as a lone strand of his glistening black hair gently flopped down and hung in front of his eyes, then leaned over and wiped it back with her slender delicate right hand.
"Where…are we going, Kazuya?" she inquired.
"A quiet place, free from disturbance and strife. Somewhat of a sanctuary."
She lay back in her seat and felt a smile of relief grow upon her rouge lips. Finally, some rest from this all.
Just her and Kazuya.
* * * * * *
Angel shut her divine heavenly wings and landed down neatly. She raised her porcelain face and placed her dazzling blue eyes firmly upon the red hellish ones opposing her.
Toshin stepped forward, his glare burning increasing demonic.
Abruptly, he launched a eerily glowing fist at her, which she swiftly jumped over and countered with an uppercut, sending the monster flying, spinning round.
"I am not here for a fight." Her sweet voice sung, "I am here to warn you. You will be stopped. You cannot destroy the futures and destiny of my children, they will destroy you. The balance of nature will not fall to the unholy."
Toshin growled as he rose to his feet and attempted to hit Angel with a giant heel, but she steeped to the side and opened out her wings, ascending gradually.
She looked at him one last time and flapped her celestial wings, turning away, leaving the beast with her message of doom bestowed upon him, in the presence of the never dwindling beauty and purity of nature.
* * * * * *
Jin's deep chocolate eyes gazed on Ling continuously. He couldn't forgive himself for what he had done to her… how could he? It was all a painful reminder of the Mishima blood that was coursing through his veins. He was partly one of them, one of his worst enemies. He despised himself…
"I'm so sorry Ling," he murmured, "So, so sorry…"
~x-X-*x*-X-x~
1 Part 11
"Ugh…not again…" Lee sighed as he waltzed over to Yoshimitsu and kicked his foot so he woke.
"Hey…what was that for?!" Yoshimitsu exclaimed crankily, after being woken from his nap.
Lee proceeded in pushing his shimmering silver curtains back and pointed out across the cold, sterile pessimistic ward to the beds opposite them. "I told you to keep an eye on your sabre."
Lee turned from the confused cyborg and walked over to Hwoarang, shaking his head. "If you don't put that sabre down and leave Jin alone we won't get you a new bike."
"Hmph…" Hwoarang groaned as he took the sabre away from Jin's neck and handed it over to Lee, all whilst lying in his bed. "But it's only cos I know a killer bike that I wanna get…"
Lee chucked and strolled back over to Yoshimitsu, giving him his sabre back, much to his delight and Hwoarang's disappointment. Jin sighed in relief, as he pushed his shining black fringe from out of his eyes, carefully trying not to touch the bandages wrapped around his aching head. His deep chocolate brown eyes looked up as the fiery-haired Korean turned to him. "Once I've got my new bike you're dead Kazama…" he muttered to him under his breath, loud enough for Jin to hear, but quiet enough for everyone else to stay oblivious to.
Jin sighed heavily, as it was his 10th threat and 12th attempted assault in the past hour. "Sure, whatever you say Hwoarang."
Jin then huddled into the covers and slowly turned to face the corner bed, staring over at the pale, seemingly lifeless young Chinese girl. He hated to see Ling like that… especially by means of his own hands…
He abruptly raised a fist and grabbed the metal pole that was suspended above his head and began to pull and twist it at the same time. Once he had got it off of Hwoarang he threw it onto the floor and turned back to him.
Hwoarang moped.
"Just one question… where did you get that from?" Jin said inquisitively.
"Dunno. It was under the bed." Hwoarang retorted, whilst turning onto his back and resting his head on his folded arms. "And you didn't have to throw it, I was gonna hurl it at Steve after hitting you with it."
"Oh," Jin replied as he pulled out a spare pole from under his. "Well, if you really wanna hit Steve with one here ya go."
Jin handed it over to the eager Korean, sending a pulse of electricity throw it, slightly shocking his hands.
"Shit… that tingles…" Hwoarang moaned as he poked Jin in his ribs then threw the pole across the ward.
He snickered mischievously as it smacked into Steve's back causing him to cry out in shock and pain.
"Stop that now!" exclaimed a passing nurse sternly to the snickering Korean, "Or we'll have to move or sedate you."
Jin chuckled at Hwoarang as he got lectured, and Hwoarang retorted with a finger.
He then turned his thoughts and attention back to Ling, who was lying unconscious in the corner bed, hooked up to all sorts of machinery, fighting for her life. Jin was overwhelmed by sadness and hatred for himself. How could he let Devil Jin take control of him like that? How could he do that to her? He fought of tears, which blurred his vision.
"You know Kazama, it's not your fault. There was nothing you could've done to stop it. Besides, she'll be all right."
Jin looked back over at Hwoarang. He was trying to comfort him? Man he must really look pathetic for Hwoarang to show sympathy to him. "Thanks…"
Hwoarang smirked cheekily.
"No problem." He retorted as he threw Lei's handcuffs at Jin, which landed on his stomach quite harshly.
"Aw, shit that hurt…" Jin mumbled as he picked them up and looked at them. "Where did you find these?"
"On that chair."
Jin reached into his pockets and pulled out the goggles he had put in there whilst he was with Ling in the vehicle… He pulled back the elastic and let go, sending them flying into the side of Hwoarang's head.
"Shit!" Hwoarang exclaimed as he rubbed his right cheekbone. "You are so fucking dead when I get my new bike, bastard!"
"Wanna bet?" Jin chuckled, "As soon as I see that nightlight you call a hairdo coming, I'll be gone! You'll never get me!"
"Yeah?" Hwoarang smirked, "You won't be saying that when I'm through with you. You'll be wishing you never messed with me."
"I already wish I never did, you're not the prettiest of sights to see!"
"Hey, at least I'm not a Mishima shit like you."
Lee smiled as he watched the two youths argue playfully. "It looks like they're beginning to get on a little better."
"…Yeah," Steve agreed. "So, does anyone know where I can get an anvil?"
* * * * * *
Nina burst through the grand doors and raised her weapon up as she slowly strode into the exquisite room. She scanned everywhere, in every nook and cranny, to see if she could see Kazuya and her 'dear' sister.
But nothing.
She found it strange that the place was empty like this… they should have still been here… then her light blue eyes caught sight of it. She lowered her weapon and quickly ran over to the far wall next to the huge window, which was hidden by the long blinds. There, skewered to the wall, was a note. She reached out a long delicate hand and pulled out the dagger that held the paper to the wall. She inspected it. It was a small stylish weapon, and it was hers. The one she had lost last time she had encountered them both… she bent to the floor and grasped the letter in her fist. She recognized the curling, looping sophisticated style of writing on the paper. It was most definitely Anna's handwriting.
'Dear Nina,
Being very unhurried today, are you not?
It would do you great comfort to be quicker in the future, for you are about to be joined by company.
Try and keep up with us ~ If you think you can handle the challenge.
Anna xxx'
Nina brushed her short blonde strands back, making them glimmer in the dim light. She scrunched up the paper into a ball and dropped it on the floor.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps running along the corridor outside.
"Time to play…" she thought as she sprung out at the first launching a palm into their face. She then shot into Can Opener kicks knocking two more down. She proceeded in hopping over the bodies and sprinted down the corridor, knocking the last rolling across the hallway with one push of both her out-turned palms. She then pried his weapon from his hands and jumped onto the rail of the winding stairs backwards, sliding down rapidly, shooting away any whom tried to pursue her.
Upon reaching the bottom, she kicked open the door with a mighty flick of her right leg, and stealthily ran out. She kept going until she reached the garnished beautifully carved fountain and hid behind its bulk. Abruptly, her bright blue eyes caught sight of a small red light. She gasped as she dived, attempting to avoid the blast of the Ming Tao grenade. She clutched her arms round her head tightly as she felt the inferno blaze all around her delicate body, until she lost consciousness.
* * * * * *
Kazuya took his attention from the road ahead of him to Anna, whom was leaned over the laptop, snickering. She reached out a hand and dropped down a button device from the grasp of her long delicate fingers.
"That's Nina off of our backs for a little while." She sighed as she retreated her hand and ran it through her silky brown locks.
She then fixed her gaze upon him. She watched as a lone strand of his glistening black hair gently flopped down and hung in front of his eyes, then leaned over and wiped it back with her slender delicate right hand.
"Where…are we going, Kazuya?" she inquired.
"A quiet place, free from disturbance and strife. Somewhat of a sanctuary."
She lay back in her seat and felt a smile of relief grow upon her rouge lips. Finally, some rest from this all.
Just her and Kazuya.
* * * * * *
Angel shut her divine heavenly wings and landed down neatly. She raised her porcelain face and placed her dazzling blue eyes firmly upon the red hellish ones opposing her.
Toshin stepped forward, his glare burning increasing demonic.
Abruptly, he launched a eerily glowing fist at her, which she swiftly jumped over and countered with an uppercut, sending the monster flying, spinning round.
"I am not here for a fight." Her sweet voice sung, "I am here to warn you. You will be stopped. You cannot destroy the futures and destiny of my children, they will destroy you. The balance of nature will not fall to the unholy."
Toshin growled as he rose to his feet and attempted to hit Angel with a giant heel, but she steeped to the side and opened out her wings, ascending gradually.
She looked at him one last time and flapped her celestial wings, turning away, leaving the beast with her message of doom bestowed upon him, in the presence of the never dwindling beauty and purity of nature.
* * * * * *
Jin's deep chocolate eyes gazed on Ling continuously. He couldn't forgive himself for what he had done to her… how could he? It was all a painful reminder of the Mishima blood that was coursing through his veins. He was partly one of them, one of his worst enemies. He despised himself…
"I'm so sorry Ling," he murmured, "So, so sorry…"
~x-X-*x*-X-x~