Chapter 2:

Number Four

Darkness........ a forbidding, everlasting black eternity of hell. Small sobs of uncontrollable pain and torment echo through the never-ending darkness that wraps tightly amongst a young Korean girl of flaming red hair. The clouded tears of crimson blood poured from her hazel-brown eyes and stained the darkened ice-cold floor. A young being of darkness whispered in her ears......

"Come....... " His dark, mysterious voice was alluring. She felt drawn to him. "Come...... join......" He whispered holding his cold hand out for her to take.

Her head lifted from her knees, in which it was buried, and stared into his dark brown eyes. Her hand lifted to touch his. The darkness ripped him away and tore her into her memory. She once again felt her brother's arms and the permanent pain of being torn away from him.

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A seventeen-year-old red and dyed black-headed girl jumped up. A cold sweat poured down her face and back. She ran a trembling right hand through the short cut hair that spiked in all different directions. She looked down upon her chest and looked at the locket of her past. The South Korean sideways yin-yang symbol of red and blue shined in the darkness of midnight. Wings were placed around the edge of the symbol, as well. The young girl opened it up,

"Hwoanchan.........." She whispered in Korean, "I'll soon be with you, with you and Master..."

A single tear fell and hit the picture of two redheaded children and a dark-brown haired man holding them both. One was a boy, the other............. a girl. A single small scrap of paper, written in a Korean little boy's handwriting, read:

Kazi,

I wuv you baby sister. I'll always be with you. Master will to. I'll always be there, to save you. I'll fight for you, for Korea, for Master, to proteckt the ones I wuv. I'll fight only to proteckt you and be the best I can, for you, my baby sister. I wuv you, pleas don't eber forget....

Hwoarang

She stuffed the piece of paper inside the locket and snapped it shut. Kazi got up and dressed. She hurriedly grabbed a black leather book bag and stuffed another pair of clothes in it. Her American Army attire was all she had. She took a Colt 45 and a butterfly knife and packed them as well. a few other things went right into the bag as well including homemade smoke bombs, grenades, a sketch book and a few drawing pencils. She zipped it up and grabbed her jacket. After she put her jacket on, she slipped a dark hooded cloak over it and headed out the door. Kazi sneaked past the guards and jumped the seven-foot-high barbed wire fence. The barbs ripped some of her clothes setting the military alarm off. Kazi jumped down the other side and into the civilian city. The sirens blasted the air and red and white lights searched the grounds. She slipped through the shadows and down an alley. She pulled out a new motorcycle and jumped on it. With that she sped through the city. They had spotted her.

"Shit!" She mumbled as she accelerated.

The cops were right behind her. She heard one cop yell to her about pulling over and handing herself in. She laughed at the thought. She sped on zigzagging through alleyways and ghetto streets. There was only one cop who could keep up with her, 'Denise.....' Kazi thought as she curved to a stop in the middle of the street. A young black girl cop got out of her recently stopped car.

"A'ight, Kaziya. We've been through a lot of yo crap, but busting out o' the military, especially when you know valuable information is punishable by death and I know you know that." She said pointing her pistol at Kazi. Kazi silently laughed. "What's so funny?!" Denise demanded confusingly. Kazi smirked,

"Gingerbread, Gingerbread, I'm rising, can't you see? Gingerbread, Gingerbread I am the sun, catch me." She said speeding off into the shadows.

"DAMNIT! KAZIYA! YOU CRACKHEAD!" Denise yelled. She knew she couldn't follow Kazi, 'Damnit, she sped off to fast.' She thought. Kazi is always playing these hide-n-seek, I'll-always-give-you-a-hint-because-I-know-you-can't-catch-me games, with Denise.

"I'm risin' can't you see? I am the sun, catch me?......" Denise thought aloud, "Rising......Sun........ Japan?!"

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The motorcycle tires tore the asphalt and burned the grass. 'I'm coming........ To be with you, you and Master, Hwoarang.....' Kazi thought as the darkness of her hell enveloped her as she tore from it and sped down the country road.

"As family......." Kazi finished her thought aloud. An insanely evil grin creeped across her face as she disappeared into the everlasting black eternity of her hell, towards Hwoarang. Towards the Iron Fist Tournament, number four......