Chapter two: The taste of the Blood Talon
Thunder rolled over head as Athos threw his week's worth of luggage in the back seat of his rental car.
He stood, listening to whispers on the wind, watching things happen in slow motion. The wind whipping his black trench coat around his legs brought him into motion. Athos removed his sunglasses from his eyes and wiped them clear of rain droplets.
He closed the back door of the car and jumped into the drivers seat, throwing his glasses into the glove compartment. His soul was on edge, ever since experience on the plane mid flight. He had felt something cold, dark and promising. A shiver ran down his spine, suddenly feeling engulfed by it, and he felt the stone. It felt alien, yet it some how kept this thing at bay. But it had still gained entrance, his chest burned because of it.
Athos closed the door behind him, as he locked his gaze on the city of Seoul.
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"Can you give me another round Kim?"
"You've had enough Hwoarang, fair enough.."
"Fuck you, you she- man! You should really fuck off outta my business. You bartenders are all the same, do you guys congregate with each other or something?
Kim looked over at Hwoarang coolly as he cleaned a dirty glass. He had heard on the grape vine that his master and deeply beloved friend, Baek had died. While Hwoarang had been forced to settle for a tie in an important fight. Since then he hadn't been out for three months.
"I can't let you have another."
"Fucking himbo. Next Fucking time I'm doing the drive thru."
The red head reached over for a handful of peanuts and shoved them in his mouth, despite the fact he wasn't hungry. He hadn't been hungry since Baek died. He removed his goggles from his head to look at them. They were in terrible condition, but almost every thing he owned was. A Korean girl began to make her way over to him, wearing a tarty dress and slutty heels.
"Don't even think about it," he growled as he got up to leave.
"You gay or something?" She queried.
Hwoarang stood for a moment, his back to her.
"No, just fuck off already."
The girl pouted. Another customer lost. She'd only been working a week, what was wrong with her? Almost reading her mind, Hwoarang looked to the side, not quite at her.
"I don't do whores."
"How'd you know?"
"Your atmosphere."
Hwoarang sighed. Sad little bitch. He staggered over to the door and pushed it open, until he could feel the rush of air hit his face. The feel of the cool breeze caressing his face always did remind him of....
He noticed a tall dark shadow underneath the nearest streetlight. His trench coat hung around the ankles of his lace up boots, and his spiked up hair, that one weird spike.......Hwoarang sobered up.
"They told me you'd be here Hwoarang."
Hwoarang cracked his knuckles. "I'm surprised you'd even THINK about showing your face around here again."
"What....?"
Hwoarang flexed his legs. "Are you gonna take it, Mishima bitch?"
The shadow which looked strangely like Jin Kazama, stepped away from the street light. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"You know what I mean Kazama. It's only been three months, but heel, I've improved. Improving on perfection, Hah, you have no chance."
"I came to ask for your help, and I'm not Jin."
"You sure look like Jin."
Athos violently grabbed Hwoarang by his neck, "You listen to me you pussy..."
Hwoarang reversed the hold and threw Athos against the wall. He began to choke Athos with his forearm. "You ask for my help and then you call me a pussy?!"
Hwoarang looked a little closer at his present nemesis. He did look a lot like Jin Kazama, yet, not quite. His fringe was streaked with white blonde, accompanied by one long, thick streak in his spike. His eyebrows were different, they were more like his own then Jin's. His face was ... harder. He was leaner than Jin, by far, and probably faster on his feet. Hwoarang let him go, slowly. "Why do you spike your hair like that?"
"I was told that your destiny is determined by the direction of your hair."
"That says a lot for me, doesn't it?"
"It's only a myth connected with my family."
"You are a Mishima, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, you're in the wrong place."
Hwoarang turned away and began to walk.
"Wait, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang stopped dead in his tracks, waiting for what this Mishima had to say.
"My name is Choalan, Choalan Athos."
"Choalan? I thought you were a Mishima?"
"I am a Mishima. I was raised by someone by the name of Choalan Lee. He taught me all about their dirty blood, so I'm out to kill them."
"Really 'Athos'."
"I want to know if you will help me kill Kazama Jin."
Hwoarang spun around....The hawk only hunts for food....
the words of Baek whispered.
It was true, he did hate Jin Kazama. But not enough to snap his neck....
"I believe he is involve with what killed Baek."
"How? This isn't right..."
"The Mishimas are evil Hwoarang."
Hwoarang frowned. He was still torn between his teachings and his desire for revenge. At least this way he would find out more.
Sorry it took so long to write this chapter, I've been so busy with other projects and my muse hasn't been working for much me in connection with The Adversary. Please review my fic, or you can email me at:
cutedeath@2die4.com
Thunder rolled over head as Athos threw his week's worth of luggage in the back seat of his rental car.
He stood, listening to whispers on the wind, watching things happen in slow motion. The wind whipping his black trench coat around his legs brought him into motion. Athos removed his sunglasses from his eyes and wiped them clear of rain droplets.
He closed the back door of the car and jumped into the drivers seat, throwing his glasses into the glove compartment. His soul was on edge, ever since experience on the plane mid flight. He had felt something cold, dark and promising. A shiver ran down his spine, suddenly feeling engulfed by it, and he felt the stone. It felt alien, yet it some how kept this thing at bay. But it had still gained entrance, his chest burned because of it.
Athos closed the door behind him, as he locked his gaze on the city of Seoul.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Can you give me another round Kim?"
"You've had enough Hwoarang, fair enough.."
"Fuck you, you she- man! You should really fuck off outta my business. You bartenders are all the same, do you guys congregate with each other or something?
Kim looked over at Hwoarang coolly as he cleaned a dirty glass. He had heard on the grape vine that his master and deeply beloved friend, Baek had died. While Hwoarang had been forced to settle for a tie in an important fight. Since then he hadn't been out for three months.
"I can't let you have another."
"Fucking himbo. Next Fucking time I'm doing the drive thru."
The red head reached over for a handful of peanuts and shoved them in his mouth, despite the fact he wasn't hungry. He hadn't been hungry since Baek died. He removed his goggles from his head to look at them. They were in terrible condition, but almost every thing he owned was. A Korean girl began to make her way over to him, wearing a tarty dress and slutty heels.
"Don't even think about it," he growled as he got up to leave.
"You gay or something?" She queried.
Hwoarang stood for a moment, his back to her.
"No, just fuck off already."
The girl pouted. Another customer lost. She'd only been working a week, what was wrong with her? Almost reading her mind, Hwoarang looked to the side, not quite at her.
"I don't do whores."
"How'd you know?"
"Your atmosphere."
Hwoarang sighed. Sad little bitch. He staggered over to the door and pushed it open, until he could feel the rush of air hit his face. The feel of the cool breeze caressing his face always did remind him of....
He noticed a tall dark shadow underneath the nearest streetlight. His trench coat hung around the ankles of his lace up boots, and his spiked up hair, that one weird spike.......Hwoarang sobered up.
"They told me you'd be here Hwoarang."
Hwoarang cracked his knuckles. "I'm surprised you'd even THINK about showing your face around here again."
"What....?"
Hwoarang flexed his legs. "Are you gonna take it, Mishima bitch?"
The shadow which looked strangely like Jin Kazama, stepped away from the street light. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"You know what I mean Kazama. It's only been three months, but heel, I've improved. Improving on perfection, Hah, you have no chance."
"I came to ask for your help, and I'm not Jin."
"You sure look like Jin."
Athos violently grabbed Hwoarang by his neck, "You listen to me you pussy..."
Hwoarang reversed the hold and threw Athos against the wall. He began to choke Athos with his forearm. "You ask for my help and then you call me a pussy?!"
Hwoarang looked a little closer at his present nemesis. He did look a lot like Jin Kazama, yet, not quite. His fringe was streaked with white blonde, accompanied by one long, thick streak in his spike. His eyebrows were different, they were more like his own then Jin's. His face was ... harder. He was leaner than Jin, by far, and probably faster on his feet. Hwoarang let him go, slowly. "Why do you spike your hair like that?"
"I was told that your destiny is determined by the direction of your hair."
"That says a lot for me, doesn't it?"
"It's only a myth connected with my family."
"You are a Mishima, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, you're in the wrong place."
Hwoarang turned away and began to walk.
"Wait, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang stopped dead in his tracks, waiting for what this Mishima had to say.
"My name is Choalan, Choalan Athos."
"Choalan? I thought you were a Mishima?"
"I am a Mishima. I was raised by someone by the name of Choalan Lee. He taught me all about their dirty blood, so I'm out to kill them."
"Really 'Athos'."
"I want to know if you will help me kill Kazama Jin."
Hwoarang spun around....The hawk only hunts for food....
the words of Baek whispered.
It was true, he did hate Jin Kazama. But not enough to snap his neck....
"I believe he is involve with what killed Baek."
"How? This isn't right..."
"The Mishimas are evil Hwoarang."
Hwoarang frowned. He was still torn between his teachings and his desire for revenge. At least this way he would find out more.
Sorry it took so long to write this chapter, I've been so busy with other projects and my muse hasn't been working for much me in connection with The Adversary. Please review my fic, or you can email me at:
cutedeath@2die4.com