Chapter 2:

Screw Up

I ran. My heart seemingly tearing through my chest. I couldn't give in. Not just yet. I heard their loud screams and gunshots. Yeah, you guess right, Hell Hunters. Pathetic, but persistent. No wonder I was one of the best. I ran with all of my speed. I felt the wind rip through my shoulder-length hair. I was laughing. I couldn't believe it. I was laughing. But the realization of nothing being funny at the moment came when a stray bullet hit my arm. I heard myself scream and felt my legs give out. I hit the hard ground, rolling and scraping every part of my right forearm. The look of my blood sickened me as I got up and ran. I had no idea where I was going but I couldn't go to a surrounding state. I soon found myself in an airport, the Hell Hunters right behind me. I scrambled onto the runway and jumped into a luggage cabin before the door shut and the plane took off.

'Damn.' I thought. I knew they wouldn't give up. Of course not this gang may be lead by Antwon but was owned by a Mafia of some sort. I held my arm, blood oozing its way through my fingers. The bullet stung and I wanted to scream, but I held it in. This was going to be a long flight and I had no idea where I was going.

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When I woke up I felt fire burning near me. I was totally out of it, and lying on the ground. The grass was burning. I couldn't hear out of my right ear. I felt dizzy and my body ached. My vision blurred, but I could still tell I was outside. In my other ear, I could hear people screaming and hollering. My legs wouldn't move. I tried to get up but my attempts failed. A rush of footsteps ran at me. A sudden weight was lifted from my legs and I was jerked up off of the ground. They pushed me and yelled. I stumbled, trying to catch my balance. My vision became a little clearer. I could see people staring at me. Wait. Asians? Where am I? What happened? I was rendered unconscious and everything went black again.

My eyes opened to see that I was in a jail cell. WHAT THE FUCK?! What the hell did I do THIS time?! I felt my arm, where the bullet was and found a bandage. This was the same for my head and my left shin. I swallowed and sat up. I felt something tickling my ear. I felt it and found cotton. Pulling out, it was covered in dried blood. I felt the inside of my ear. Dry. I could hear again, but it hurt every so often a loud noise sounded. I walked to the bars and looked through to the other side. I noticed an Asian cop, with a long ponytail taking in another language on the phone. He finished and set the phone down. He turned his head and was seemingly surprised to see me. He walked over to me and looked me right in the face,

"America?" It was more of a statement than a question. I could tell he had a small accent. I nodded. "What your name?" A word was missing and I noticed this.

"Cyn" He gave me a confused look.

"Sin?"

"Cyn. C-Y-N." I spelled it out. He shook his head and wrote it on a piece of paper.

"Last name?"

"Don't have one." I answered. He gave me another weird look. "I'm an orphan." I partially lied. After all I never took that bitch for a mother's last name, and I really considered myself an orphan. He sighed and said something in Chinese, or was it Japanese? Ah, fuck. He then opened the bars and put my hands in cuffs. He led me down a hallway and into a dark room. I sat in a chair and the shined a light on me. It was like one of those interrogation movies during the war. He asked me questions about the plane I was on and questions about me. He said his name was Lei Wulong, er something of that nature. Who knows, he fuckin' Asian. You can't ever tell.

"You know about the plane?" It was a question and missing a few words. I learned that the plane that I was on was headed for Japan and that it was hijacked by an angry Japanese man that was rejected at the Iron Fist Tournament, er something like that. Lei also said that the man was once a Kamikaze pilot during World War II. So he went on a kamikaze raid and crashed the plane into the Iron Fist Tournament 4, arena. Everyone died on the plane, ........ Except me. Another one of those miracles or curses as I consider them. I live again. I shook my head. He also told me I was only in jail, because I didn't have a passport and I was underage to be living alone. Japan had contacted America and they said as punishment they would leave me over there, under the care of another person, to discipline me. I knew why they said that too. Lets just say I've had a bad history with the police and I practically made over half of Sanfransisco's police, resign. Lei told me I would be staying in the police station until they found someone 'suitable' or some shit like that. Lei let me out for a walk and told me not to go too far, lest I get lost.

As soon as I walked out of that door. People were staring and whispering at me. Not like I wasn't used to it, but I did stick out like a motherfucker and it made me a bit edgy. Then I screwed up BIG TIME. I found myself in the Iron Fist Tournament place. Can we say DUMB ASS?! Three words: Pissed Martial Artists. This one guy tried to jump me; lucky for me I ducked and jumped on top of a brick wall. The next thing I know I was pulled to the ground by this redheaded Asian in army clothes. Wait. Redheaded Asian? What the fuck?! Pulled my arm from his grip and fell right on my back off of the wall. Ha ha, that was so funny, it hurt like a motherfucker. He mumbled something I recognized as Korean. His English was quite.... good..... For an Asian. He cursed me for ruining the tournament. As if it was MY fault. Damn I hate Asians sometimes. He cursed me and America and that my friends, is about the time I yelled back. My street accent followed through with the 'street vocabulary' as well. This guy, well, he pissed me off and I decked him in his face. He pulled some Tae Kwon Do shit out on me, and being the stupid dumb ass I am, I got back up and tackled him. I think my speed and strength surprised him after all, I was a bit light for my age and height. I kept hitting him until he knocked me into a wall.

"SHIT." I heard myself spit after I got up. I was still injured from the crash and my head hurt like hell. With out thinking I let my mind slip into anger. My hands shook and power surged through them. I couldn't tell what my body looked like but I'm sure it was pretty damn weird, because all of the martial artist that were around, and the regular people, looked at me in shock and surprise. I charged at him, but something suddenly grabbed the hood of my grey jacket nearly chocking me as I stopped in my tracks. Whoever had the back of my jacket could have killed me in a second. I heard a deep calm voice from behind me, obviously a man's,

"Hwoarang, stop." he said, his English wasn't quite as good as the redheaded one's though. Hwoarang, er I think that's how you say it... well he sneered and gave me a death look. I stuck out my tongue and tried to wrench my way from the man's hand. The man let me go and I turned around. What I saw I'm sure I'll never forget. He was tall, dressed in blue and golden flamed pants and jacket, with his hood pulled up. I could see his eyes through the darkness, but the weirdest thing was, he didn't blink. He turned and walked away. I'm positive that I would have been hospitalized if not dead, if hadn't held me back. I watched him walk away, stopping for a few seconds only to talk to Lei who apparently come to look for me because I had been away for a while. I watched as they exchanged words in Japanese and Lei walked up to me. He waved at a few of the martial artists who waved back. He shook his head and told me to get back to the station before I got myself killed. I nodded and walked off.