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The Warrior's Path to Honor:

Chap 1 TEKKEN

"Noooo! Not now, while I need you most!"
He remembers the day so clearly as if it happened seconds ago. He watched the blood flow from the numerous wounds and gashes, the slight gasping of his master as his body got cold. He swore to himself then he would avenge him.
"Baek you just can't die not now! Not here! Ogre you will die for this! I swear by my master I will kill you! You can't hide from me!"

The only person he ever cared for ripped from his life and taken away in a few seconds. His mentor,teacher,friend. He packed up his belongings and left the dojo forever for he knew the only way to get his revenge was to go to the Iron Fist Tournament. He didn't know why he had to go he just had a feeling. He planning on going with Baek who had been at the previous tournament but now he couldn't. So he must go alone and hope for the best. He knows in his heart he has the ability to win but the question of all warriors, IS YOUR TEKKEN STRONG FOR THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO WIN!!

"So, where do you plan on goin,' asked David his friend from the dojo, ' I don't think you'd be welcome anywhere else with your reputation. Huh, I'd be surprised if you managed to not get in trouble till the end of the day."

"I don't plan on avoidin' trouble either. I might just take up my old place as the leader of my old gang but that is beneath me now. I won't lie, I plan on goin' to the Iron Fist Tournament, Without Baek. No matter though he'd have wanted me to."

"I'm gonna miss you around here, cause there'll be no one to be my punching bag. Don't forget about Hwoarang your always welcome here."

"Believe me I won't, I will bring back Ogre's head to hang on that wall right there, next

to Master's Trophy."

"Well the ship doesn't leave until tomorrow, where will you go? I mean it's not like you

have a lot of money. Here take this."

He handed Hwoarang all the money he could afford give. Hwoarang could see by the determination on his face there was no refusing the money. He knew he was giving it to him to start his journey to avenge their master. It was not because they were friends, it was because David wanted to see Ogre dead too. He wanted to help any way he could.

"Thanks bro, it'll come in handy. All Iron Fist competitors stay at some place by the docks called the Dark Dragon Inn. Of course it's owned by the Mishima Foundation. Man I want them dead. Not just Ogre everybody who caused this. I hate this world."

"That's the attitude that's gonna get you killed, that and your ego. But you know killing Ogre is not to soothe your pain. It's too make sure he doesn't kill anyone else again. Don't do it for revenge, you'll end just like The Mishima family all broken up with hatred and revenge that you can't see the darkness that envelops your mind heart and soul. No, don'tt become like them."

"You're wrong! I will kill Ogre because I can and I hate him. You can't stop me either."

With that the warrior on his path left his only home for good. He doesn't know but he will never see that dojo again, he has chosen the life of a warrior. He must forget his past and future and only think about now. Because if he loses his focus his mission will fail.

***

"Hey Paul man, you really gotta work on driving skills. We almost died out there. My father told me you were a lunatic on the road."

"I drive just fine, and for that insult I'm personally takin' you out at the iron fist tournament. I was just gonna let some other weak loser do it, but you jus' insulted my drivin' skills. Law you know you're just like you're old man."

"And just as handsome."

"Well I'm about to pick up some chicks are you in or out? 'Cause if you ain't I'll be leavin' now."

"No, no of course I'm in, old man."

"Old man!? I have a half a' mind to start this tournament in this Parkin' lot."

Paul and Law walked toward the Inn without a care talking about girls and the tournament. They both want this tournament but still they are friends, even if one was to beat the other they'd still be friends. Law is the quiet type but Paul is the loud , prideful, and boastful type. That usually gets them into trouble.

***

"Hey what's a kid like you do'in in a mans place like this?"

Asked a very muscular man about 6'2" with really weird hair. It stuck straight up all around and looked like it couldn't move at all. He had on a black leather outfit with a dragon on the back of his jacket.
"Hey Law do you think he should be in here? I don't. Where are ya headed kid. Most the people in this Inn will kill ya in a second you know that? We're all in the Iron Fist Tournament. Impressed, huh?"
"Not really you loser. Now do me a favor and stay outta my way before you get hurt. You judge to rapidly and you are to cocky almost as much as was. But I actually have skill to back it up."
"WHAT!? Is this wimp talkin' to me? I've been in this tournament since before you could walk kid!"
"How many times have you won?"
"What?"
"How many times have you won? You heard the first time."
"Two, chump."
"Paul you won twice? Ha Ha," laughedLaw.
Paul punched Law in his gut.
"unnngh"
"Liar, my master won the last one and Kazuya before that. I don't care how many tournaments you've been in, it only matters which ones you've won. Wanna take this kid on? I'd enjoy moppin' the floor with your face!"
With that Paul threw a swift right at Hwoarang but he wasn't much faster than the fist. He dodged it, it brushed his face though.
"Man this guys quick. Gotta move." Hwoarang thought.

With that he sweep kicked him knocking him to the floor. Paul though rolled and bounced back up in time to see the foot flying at his face. He caught it and flipped Hwoarang. But Hwoarang wanted him to do that, he completed the flip with a sidekick in Pauls gut.
"Unngh, is that all you got?" Paul asked contemptuously.
He punched Hwoarang in face with such might he never felt in his life.
"If he hits me with another one of those I'm done for. Let's end this."
Hwoarang then fake kicked, Paul went to dodge but Hwoarang went the other way and ran up his body kicking him in the back of his head. Paul dropped and didn't get back up.

"Sorry about that sometimes he gets over excited, it's about time someone beat him up besides my father." Said Law while picking him up, "leave now before you get into trouble with some more people, the others may even be tougher than Paul especially, Yoshimitsu. He's the guy over there all by himself. Don't start a fight with him he's not from around literally."
With that Forest looked up.
"You've got to be kidding an alien? Yeah Right!"
"He lost his arm last tournament, now it's back can you explain that?"
"Well no but it can't be true, it just not possible. How would Heihachi invite an alien? It jus' doesn't add up. Well I'll catcha lata man, see ya. "

"Later kid."