Darkness swallowed him as the door opened. He stepped through, straining
his eyes to see into the endless black. The room suddenly lit as the door
settled back into its frame, and Hwoarang was astounded at the sheer size
of it. It was more like a hall, no, more like a temple. Two huge pillars
stood at he opposite end of the hall, and what looked like some kind of
altar was erected in the middle of the floor. He stepped up and looked at
it. A book, written in Japanese was placed there and he didn't understand a
word of it. A dagger, a silver bowl and some cloth were also laid on it. He
reached out to touch the dagger, when a sound, like metal clanking, made
him jump back. He looked around the room, his breathing shaky from having
being startled. His eyes focused more in the darkness and his gaze fell on
someone sat against one of the huge stone pillars. He froze, not moving a
muscle and tried to see who it was. They were injured, he saw a cut in
their side. It looked sore but no too threatening. They raised their head,
and Hwoarang saw the familiar brown eyes looking back at him.
"Jin..." he gasped and ran over to the Japanese boy. Jin looked like he was stoned; his eyes were emotionless like he was an empty shell. Hwoarang brushed Jin's raven hair from his face and looked into is eyes. "Jin? Jin baby come on, it's me, wake up Jin!!"
Jin snapped back as though someone had flicked a switch inside him and looked quickly around the room.
"Hwoa?" he said, breathing a sigh of relief. Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin's waist, and he winced with pain.
"Sorry" the Korean apologised, loosening his grip "I'm just so glad I found you."
"Yeah," Jin agreed "I'm glad you're okay, I had no idea what they had done too you. I was so worried..."
"What happened? I can remember being in the car and...then I was here? I don't understand."
Jin took a deep breath in and moved himself so he was sitting more comfortably. His side was hurting now, a dull, throbbing ache. He ignored it and started to tell Hwoarang.
"They were waiting for us" he started "they ambushed us and shot Kazu- ...my father then dragged him away. You were asleep but when you woke up they shot you too. Turn out they were only tranquilliser darts because they got me. I woke up soon after though and Heihachi was stood over you with a dagger, he threatened to kill you there and then if I didn't behave. One of the Tekkenshu decided to take me on in a fight and stabbed me instead, and I think I passed out."
"Do you have any idea what Heihachi wants me for? I mean I know he wants the devil gene from you and Kazuya, but why me?"
"To make me cooperate" Jin said glumly "and it works. I don't want anything to happen to you Hwoa, and if it means my own death then so be it."
Hwoarang felt a tear slip down his cheek. He wiped it quickly away so Jin wouldn't see, but he already had. It triggered a reaction in Hwoarang and tears cascaded uncontrollably down his face. Jin looked up at him, and it caught like the plague. His tears mixed with Hwoarang's as the redhead leant forward to embrace him.
"Why does this have to happen?" Hwoarang choked out. Jin shook his head.
"If I knew, I'd tell you" he replied, "It's him, it's Heihachi. It's all his fault!"
Hwoarang sat back and wiped the tears from his eyes. He picked up the chain that bound Jin to the stone pillar and forced out a short laugh.
"Hey, we could make some good use of these, what do you think?"
"Hell yeah" Jin agreed if you can wrench them out of the stone first."
Hwoarang leant down and kissed Jin softly.
"I love you" he said "and I always will. I'm not going to let this get between us."
Jin smiled weakly.
"Arigatu...Ai shiteru" he whispered. Hwoarang cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"I have no idea what that meant, but I'm presuming it was good?"
"It was."
"Just checking." Hwoarang stroked Jin's warm cheek with his fingers affectionately. Suddenly, he looked back sharply over his shoulder, and focused on the doors he had come though.
"Oh shit..." he muttered. They both heard the footsteps on the other side, and both saw the thin shaft of light that shone between the doors darken as someone's body blocked it out.
"Go", Jin said, "get out now, Hwoa."
"Fuck no" Hwoarang said defiantly "I'm not leaving you."
"Go Hwoarang!"
"No! I'm staying here!"
Hwoarang threw his arms around Jin and struggled blindly with the chains behind him.
"Come on!" he ordered them frantically. He tugged at them, trying to pull them free. Jin was still shouting for him to o, he was still refusing. The thought of leaving Jin to the mercy of whoever was on the other side of that door was too much. His arms tensed around Jin's body as he heard the doors open. He dropped the chains and looked back. The man stood at the door, surrounded by hoards of the Tekkenshu could have only been one person. Heihachi Mishima. He looked just like Kazuya, only much older. What hair he had was silvery grey, and his eyes were colder than ice. He waved a hand, and the Tekkenshu hurried forwards, surrounding the pillar. Hwoarang felt his stomach tighten like he was going to be sick. Heihachi stepped forwards and muttered something in Japanese to one of the Tekkenshu at his side. The soldier came forwards and pulled Hwoarang away from Jin by his shoulders.
He clamped a pair of shackles onto Hwoarang's wrists and stepped back into line. Heihachi came forward and looked Hwoarang directly in the eye who changed his mind about hoe he had first seen him. He had certain elements of Kazuya, but those eyes were so totally emotionless it looked like a mask, plus Kazuya was much better looking than this monstrosity. Obviously, Jin had skipped on Heihachi's genes too. Heihachi smiled maliciously.
"So, you're Jin's little friend from Korea? Hwoarang, isn't it??" he asked, circling the Korean slowly, hands held casually at the small of his back "What a surprise to find you here."
"Fuck you" Hwoarang spat back, and received a hard blow below the ribs in return.
"Watch your mouth boy" Heihachi snarled. He turned back to the door and clapped his hands twice. Two Tekkenshu appeared through it dragging Kazuya's unconscious body behind them. They dumped him by the altar in the room's centre and joined the other soldiers.
"Now, we're ready..." Heihahi said. He approached the altar, stepping over his son as though he wasn't even there, and picked up a book and the dagger. Three Tekkenshu restrained Hwoarang while another three released Jin from his bindings and brought him to the altar's front, pushing him down into a forced kneel. Kazuya was injected with a substance that caused him to stir and begin to regain his consciousness.
"Now, turn" Heihachi ordered Jin. Jin looked up at him blankly.
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"You know perfectly well what I mean now turn! Let the devil out!"
"I can't" Jin said calmly "You're going to have to really piss me off for that, and I warn you, you will regret it."
Heihachi laughed manically. He raised his hand and struck Jin across the face hard. Jin barely flinched. He laughed as though he had just been punched by a five year old. Kazuya was looking around, thoroughly disorientated. He spotted Hwoarang, who made a silent plea to him for help. Kazuya obviously understood, because he nodded and turned to look at Heihachi.
"Leave my son alone" he growled. Jin looked and sighed thankfully at seeing his father capable of speech at least, then realised how strange it was that he was thankful to be seeing Kazuya anything but six feet under.
Heihachi let out that disturbing laughter again.
"You useless scum" he insulted "you're nothing to me on your own. Your blood is no good without his."
Hwoarang, who was now getting quite worried, decided now would probably be a good time to stop looking. He turned his head away and tried to imagine this wasn't happening. The Tekkenshu soldiers advanced on Kazuya and managed to restrain him too after a struggle. The pinned him face down on the cold stone slabs and held him there. Heihachi turned back to Jin.
"Now turn!" he said, hitting him with each demand, "Turn! Turn!"
Jin did nothing. Nothing Heihachi did could rouse the anger in him. Heihachi looked up, his eyes falling on the redhead. The malicious grin returned. He beckoned the Tekkenshu to him, and Hwoarang felt himself being dragged towards the altar. He saw the look in Heihachi's eyes and resisted, pulling back against the Tekkenshu soldiers. They overwhelmed him in the end, after more came to join the rather one-sided tug-of-war. He was dragged to the altar's steps and pushed onto his knees. Heihachi came to him and stepped behind him. The soldiers forced Jin to turn around and Hwoarang saw he fear in Jin's eyes as he felt a hand under his chin pull his head back and something cold and hard rest against his skin.
"Turn, Kazama" Heihachi ordered again, pressing the cold object harder against Hwoarang's throat. A short, sharp pain shot through Hwoarang's neck and he realised Heihachi was holding the dagger's blade to his throat. He let out a little cry of panic and saw Jin's eyes flash with red, then blink it away.
"Turn!" Heihachi shouted, jerking the dagger slightly and almost cutting into the delicate skin.
"Don't Jin..." Hwoarang pleaded. His fear was showing now and sincerely thought for a moment that he was going to die.
"Turn!!" Heihachi screeched.
"No Jin!"
"TURN!!"
Jin looked up sharply. Hwoarang gasped when he saw his eyes. They burned like fire with anger, red like blood. Black tattoos had etched themselves across Jin's forehead and chest as if by magic. Jin rolled his shoulder and covered his head with his arms. Raven black-feathered wings burst out into full span from his back. Hwoarang couldn't tear his eyes away. He looked into the blood-red eyes and saw no recognition in them. Jin didn't even appear to be there, like he had lost control over his own body. The half raven, half man stood up and glared at Heihachi. The corner of his mouth turned up into an evil half grin.
"The devil..." Heihachi exclaimed. He released Hwoarang and stepped back in awe. Kazuya looked on from his place by the altar and smiled knowingly. If Jin's devil form was half as violent as his, then things were about to get messy.
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Hello everyone! Sorry that's it's taken a while to get this chapter up, but I've been sick ;_; ! I'm all better now though, so to celebrate my wellness, I'm going to get writing the next chapter right now!
Kaine xx
"Jin..." he gasped and ran over to the Japanese boy. Jin looked like he was stoned; his eyes were emotionless like he was an empty shell. Hwoarang brushed Jin's raven hair from his face and looked into is eyes. "Jin? Jin baby come on, it's me, wake up Jin!!"
Jin snapped back as though someone had flicked a switch inside him and looked quickly around the room.
"Hwoa?" he said, breathing a sigh of relief. Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin's waist, and he winced with pain.
"Sorry" the Korean apologised, loosening his grip "I'm just so glad I found you."
"Yeah," Jin agreed "I'm glad you're okay, I had no idea what they had done too you. I was so worried..."
"What happened? I can remember being in the car and...then I was here? I don't understand."
Jin took a deep breath in and moved himself so he was sitting more comfortably. His side was hurting now, a dull, throbbing ache. He ignored it and started to tell Hwoarang.
"They were waiting for us" he started "they ambushed us and shot Kazu- ...my father then dragged him away. You were asleep but when you woke up they shot you too. Turn out they were only tranquilliser darts because they got me. I woke up soon after though and Heihachi was stood over you with a dagger, he threatened to kill you there and then if I didn't behave. One of the Tekkenshu decided to take me on in a fight and stabbed me instead, and I think I passed out."
"Do you have any idea what Heihachi wants me for? I mean I know he wants the devil gene from you and Kazuya, but why me?"
"To make me cooperate" Jin said glumly "and it works. I don't want anything to happen to you Hwoa, and if it means my own death then so be it."
Hwoarang felt a tear slip down his cheek. He wiped it quickly away so Jin wouldn't see, but he already had. It triggered a reaction in Hwoarang and tears cascaded uncontrollably down his face. Jin looked up at him, and it caught like the plague. His tears mixed with Hwoarang's as the redhead leant forward to embrace him.
"Why does this have to happen?" Hwoarang choked out. Jin shook his head.
"If I knew, I'd tell you" he replied, "It's him, it's Heihachi. It's all his fault!"
Hwoarang sat back and wiped the tears from his eyes. He picked up the chain that bound Jin to the stone pillar and forced out a short laugh.
"Hey, we could make some good use of these, what do you think?"
"Hell yeah" Jin agreed if you can wrench them out of the stone first."
Hwoarang leant down and kissed Jin softly.
"I love you" he said "and I always will. I'm not going to let this get between us."
Jin smiled weakly.
"Arigatu...Ai shiteru" he whispered. Hwoarang cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"I have no idea what that meant, but I'm presuming it was good?"
"It was."
"Just checking." Hwoarang stroked Jin's warm cheek with his fingers affectionately. Suddenly, he looked back sharply over his shoulder, and focused on the doors he had come though.
"Oh shit..." he muttered. They both heard the footsteps on the other side, and both saw the thin shaft of light that shone between the doors darken as someone's body blocked it out.
"Go", Jin said, "get out now, Hwoa."
"Fuck no" Hwoarang said defiantly "I'm not leaving you."
"Go Hwoarang!"
"No! I'm staying here!"
Hwoarang threw his arms around Jin and struggled blindly with the chains behind him.
"Come on!" he ordered them frantically. He tugged at them, trying to pull them free. Jin was still shouting for him to o, he was still refusing. The thought of leaving Jin to the mercy of whoever was on the other side of that door was too much. His arms tensed around Jin's body as he heard the doors open. He dropped the chains and looked back. The man stood at the door, surrounded by hoards of the Tekkenshu could have only been one person. Heihachi Mishima. He looked just like Kazuya, only much older. What hair he had was silvery grey, and his eyes were colder than ice. He waved a hand, and the Tekkenshu hurried forwards, surrounding the pillar. Hwoarang felt his stomach tighten like he was going to be sick. Heihachi stepped forwards and muttered something in Japanese to one of the Tekkenshu at his side. The soldier came forwards and pulled Hwoarang away from Jin by his shoulders.
He clamped a pair of shackles onto Hwoarang's wrists and stepped back into line. Heihachi came forward and looked Hwoarang directly in the eye who changed his mind about hoe he had first seen him. He had certain elements of Kazuya, but those eyes were so totally emotionless it looked like a mask, plus Kazuya was much better looking than this monstrosity. Obviously, Jin had skipped on Heihachi's genes too. Heihachi smiled maliciously.
"So, you're Jin's little friend from Korea? Hwoarang, isn't it??" he asked, circling the Korean slowly, hands held casually at the small of his back "What a surprise to find you here."
"Fuck you" Hwoarang spat back, and received a hard blow below the ribs in return.
"Watch your mouth boy" Heihachi snarled. He turned back to the door and clapped his hands twice. Two Tekkenshu appeared through it dragging Kazuya's unconscious body behind them. They dumped him by the altar in the room's centre and joined the other soldiers.
"Now, we're ready..." Heihahi said. He approached the altar, stepping over his son as though he wasn't even there, and picked up a book and the dagger. Three Tekkenshu restrained Hwoarang while another three released Jin from his bindings and brought him to the altar's front, pushing him down into a forced kneel. Kazuya was injected with a substance that caused him to stir and begin to regain his consciousness.
"Now, turn" Heihachi ordered Jin. Jin looked up at him blankly.
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"You know perfectly well what I mean now turn! Let the devil out!"
"I can't" Jin said calmly "You're going to have to really piss me off for that, and I warn you, you will regret it."
Heihachi laughed manically. He raised his hand and struck Jin across the face hard. Jin barely flinched. He laughed as though he had just been punched by a five year old. Kazuya was looking around, thoroughly disorientated. He spotted Hwoarang, who made a silent plea to him for help. Kazuya obviously understood, because he nodded and turned to look at Heihachi.
"Leave my son alone" he growled. Jin looked and sighed thankfully at seeing his father capable of speech at least, then realised how strange it was that he was thankful to be seeing Kazuya anything but six feet under.
Heihachi let out that disturbing laughter again.
"You useless scum" he insulted "you're nothing to me on your own. Your blood is no good without his."
Hwoarang, who was now getting quite worried, decided now would probably be a good time to stop looking. He turned his head away and tried to imagine this wasn't happening. The Tekkenshu soldiers advanced on Kazuya and managed to restrain him too after a struggle. The pinned him face down on the cold stone slabs and held him there. Heihachi turned back to Jin.
"Now turn!" he said, hitting him with each demand, "Turn! Turn!"
Jin did nothing. Nothing Heihachi did could rouse the anger in him. Heihachi looked up, his eyes falling on the redhead. The malicious grin returned. He beckoned the Tekkenshu to him, and Hwoarang felt himself being dragged towards the altar. He saw the look in Heihachi's eyes and resisted, pulling back against the Tekkenshu soldiers. They overwhelmed him in the end, after more came to join the rather one-sided tug-of-war. He was dragged to the altar's steps and pushed onto his knees. Heihachi came to him and stepped behind him. The soldiers forced Jin to turn around and Hwoarang saw he fear in Jin's eyes as he felt a hand under his chin pull his head back and something cold and hard rest against his skin.
"Turn, Kazama" Heihachi ordered again, pressing the cold object harder against Hwoarang's throat. A short, sharp pain shot through Hwoarang's neck and he realised Heihachi was holding the dagger's blade to his throat. He let out a little cry of panic and saw Jin's eyes flash with red, then blink it away.
"Turn!" Heihachi shouted, jerking the dagger slightly and almost cutting into the delicate skin.
"Don't Jin..." Hwoarang pleaded. His fear was showing now and sincerely thought for a moment that he was going to die.
"Turn!!" Heihachi screeched.
"No Jin!"
"TURN!!"
Jin looked up sharply. Hwoarang gasped when he saw his eyes. They burned like fire with anger, red like blood. Black tattoos had etched themselves across Jin's forehead and chest as if by magic. Jin rolled his shoulder and covered his head with his arms. Raven black-feathered wings burst out into full span from his back. Hwoarang couldn't tear his eyes away. He looked into the blood-red eyes and saw no recognition in them. Jin didn't even appear to be there, like he had lost control over his own body. The half raven, half man stood up and glared at Heihachi. The corner of his mouth turned up into an evil half grin.
"The devil..." Heihachi exclaimed. He released Hwoarang and stepped back in awe. Kazuya looked on from his place by the altar and smiled knowingly. If Jin's devil form was half as violent as his, then things were about to get messy.
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Hello everyone! Sorry that's it's taken a while to get this chapter up, but I've been sick ;_; ! I'm all better now though, so to celebrate my wellness, I'm going to get writing the next chapter right now!
Kaine xx