Disclaimer: *sings* Guess who's back, back again. Shadow's back. Tell a friend. ~Record Scratch~ . but yeah I don't own Tekken and I don't own Eminem's music cuz I didn't write it. Read and enjoy! The Shadow has returned!!!!!!

Chapter 7: Punishment

The rubber masked creaked as it was pulled over the face of it's owner, stretching the neck some until it covered his scruffy, tan face. Once done he lowered his hands, which were wrapped in green tape, and flexed his knuckles. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins as he walked down the street of the island. The area here started with an S, some sort of japanese word. King didn't care about what it was. He finally had his chance against Marduk. After he defeated him, he didn't care if he lost or not. The setting was just as he wanted it. An enviroment for a down right, dirty, street fight. Marduk sent Armor through bar tables, King was gonna send the seven foot bastard through a fuckin' phone booth and then some. He didn't bother getting into his fighting gear. He woke up wearing wind breaker exercise pants when he got the note. At that time he pulled on socks and his sneakers, and wrapped his hands, donned his mask and headed out. He saw Craig in the middle of the street, waiting for him. King, needless to say, didn't feel like chit chatting before it started, although Craig made the mistake of trying to start a conversation.

"The avenger. You here t'get vengence fo' yo--"

King gave a yell of rage and charged his fast few steps, running right up to Craig, and with the big man not expecting it, caught him in the sternum with a heavy fist. King could feel his bottom rib break in as Craig gave a wheezed scream, put a hand to the attacked area and fell to one knee. King did not stop there. As Craig fell to his knee, he brought his other fist around, clipping him in the jaw and sending him to the ground, but Craig caught himself, balancing his body with his other hand. Oh well, it just adds for another punishing blow. King took a quick step in and brought his foot upward right under Craig's face. BAM! It hit with a loud thud sound and Craig was thrown onto his back, spitting blood from a busted lip and bit tounge.

"Get up!" King reached down, grabbing him by his greasy hair and pulled him up. Drawing back his other fist he gave a roar of hatred and threw his fist into Craig's face with enough power to break his nose. Blood flowed but King was not satisfied. He slammed his fist into the big man's face, over and over and over, bruising it in some spots, cutting skin wide open on others. King then dropped him back to the floor, only to jump off his feet and brought an elbow down hard on Marduk's ribs. It wasn't a fake one he used in wrestling, Craig would not act hurt and later walk off just fine, no. This was a move put to it's fullest, and it broke several of Craig's ribs. King leaned over to pick Craig up off of the floor and onto his feet. With the Tudo champ too beaten to respond with an action, King gripped his wrist and jerked him to one side, and used a wrestling move, the Irish Whip to send Craig crashing through a phone booth and against the wall. King ran after, following, just as Craig turned around and leapt up, driving a knee into his chest which put him down on all fours. King kicked Craig in the gut. He groaned and coughed blood but he did not fall. He kicked him again, yet he did not fall. Craig tried to rise, yet King took a turn in action and cupped his fists together, giving him a hammering blow on his lower back. The move did Craig in and he fell to the ground, into the broken glass. King growled as Craig was still breathing. Huffing with anger he reached down and grabbed him by the hair again, ready to snap his neck like a twig when he felt a harsh pain, prick him in the side. He looked down to see a needle and looked up to see a Tekken Force Soldier, holding a tranq pistol. No! They couldn't stop him! He had to get vengence! Justice had to be served, damn it! But King could not carry on. The medicine had gotten to him and he passed out, falling to the ground beside Craig.

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King woke up in the infirmary, putting a hand to his head. He looked around, noticing his mask on the table beside him and sat up. Once more, Paul was by his side, looking clean of wounds.

"What side of the bed did you wake up on, man?" Paul chuckled "The wrong one?"

King looked at him, not answering but his expression said it all: 'Where is Marduk?'

"You gave him a face lift man. They flew him off to the public state hospital. Doesn't look like he's gonna make it." Paul paused and scratched the back of his head, then laughing, he slapped King on the arm. "Good job chief!"

King cracked his neck. "So that's it...I'm outta here..." He hopped off the bed and grabbed his mask, walking for the exit. Paul followed him.

"Outta here? You're not going for the gold?!" Paul was almost shocked. How would someone pass up a chance like this?

"I did what I came here to do, Paul." King said, stepping outside the infirmary and heading to the hotel dorms. "I have nothing else to show for here. I'm going home.." He heard Paul stop following him and smiled softly. It was true....he had done his duty. It was time to go home. He stepped through the doors to the hotel and made his way for his room. Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed it, and began packing his things. Once finished he checked the schedule. One week until the ship came back. King wasn't going to wait that long. He scooped up his bag and turned, walking back out of his room and made his way to the elevators to sneak out. It was time to leave...

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This chapter was mainly dedicated to Craig's punishment by King. Please review this and let me know if the story is worth finishing. Thank you, I'd appreciate it.