Disclaimer: I do not own SNK or any of Garou: Mark of the Wolves' characters. This is only my first attempt at a fanfic and hopefully, it's not bound to fail in misery. I am also using this as a tool to see how far my writing skills have improved, so comments from you readers would be welcome and acceptable.
Also, many, many, MANY kudos to Kailu Lantis' storyline FAQ's in GameFAQ's (see 1st chapter for link), whom I basically read over and over again before writing this thing.
Lastly, many kudos to SNK for making this awesome game to begin with.
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Chapter 2 – The Fire and the Lightning
After fifteen minutes and three miles of racing, both Terry and Rock came to a stop nearby the hotel they were looking for. Both men looked at each other with smiles.
"I totally beat ya, Terry and you know it" said Rock with a cocky grin on his face.
"Yeah right, you couldn't even keep up with me for the last mile."
Rock's face then went on from a cocky grin to an annoyed look towards a surprised Terry, who doesn't seem to see him like that often.
"Terry, just admit it…you're not good at everything, you know," said Rock "Just admit I won and we'll drop it, okay?"
"…fine, you won. Now would you stop with the sour face, we got to rest for a while if we want to advance on the tournament," said Terry with an annoyed look himself.
With that, both men started to walk towards the doors of the thirteen-story hotel, but before they could get in, they heard an ambulance siren going off loudly. Rock looked at Terry and both men turned back and started to run towards the siren. In about a minute or so, they arrived at a dark alley nearby, where two EMT's were putting a neck brace on the victim, who was already in the stretcher. The man seemed to have a lot of cuts around his arms, legs and the upper body area. The one in the stomach being the worse, seeing as there were a lot of bandages on that area of the body.
"The man seems to be on his late thirties, early forties," one of the EMT's said "However, I have never seen anyone with these kinds of injuries for years now…who could have done such a thing?"
At hearing that, both Rock and Terry approached even further. Terry noticed the body in the stretcher and looked in complete shock.
"Oh my God…" Terry said, barely speechless.
"Terry, what's wrong?" asked Rock, who seemed to be quite worried at the wolf's reaction.
"It's Kim…Kim Kaphwan." answered Terry quietly.
Rock then looked closer at the face…Kim looked different with age now, seeing as his hair was starting to turn gray and he had himself a beard.
"You mean, the Tae Kwon Do champ? …but, how…who…" said Rock slowly.
"Rock…I want you to get us the rooms at the hotel; you know how to do it."
"But Terry…"
"GO…that is an order" said Terry sharply.
Rock takes a last look at Kim, before looking towards Terry once again. He hesitates, but then nods and runs back towards the hotel. The EMT's started to lift up the stretcher and slowly load it into the ambulance van. Just before one of the EMT's closed both doors, Terry approached him. The EMT then turned around and asked curiously…
"Do you happen to know this fellow?"
"Yes, I do…mind if I go to the hospital in the back?"
"Alright, get in…we don't have that much time."
With that, Terry jumped inside and heard the door being shut behind him. He took a seat in a little white bench attached to the insides of the van and the sirens started to go off, as the van reversed a foot and then made a sharp left turn, going off into the broad daylight.
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Seoul, South Korea
Two hours after Kim Kaphwan was sent into the E.R. in Second Southtown...
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It is a calm and windy night in Seoul, as both the Kim brothers are hanging around the living room of the Kaphwan house. The living room was quite large, seeing as there were two small tables to the side of a 30 inch TV, a white/black carpet with the yin/yang on the center of it, a wooden table on that carpet and a black couch facing the television. Both brothers were grouped around the TV, both of them trying to look for something good on the television to watch. The older of two, a man with black hair and red spikes on the front of his head, looked annoyed at the screen, with both his hands on his cheeks…his name is Kim Dong Hwan:
"Gah…this is SO BORING," exclaimed Dong Hwan "I could be using this 'precious time of waiting for Father to call' to get caught up with a few cuties!"
His younger brother, a blue-haired kid named Kim Jae Hoon (whom obviously looks a LOT like his father) turned around and kindly started to explain to his thick-headed big brother:
"I have already told you a thousand times Dong, Father should be calling tonight…and as far as he told me before he left, he wants to talk to you." explained Jae Hoon with the greatest amount of patience "Besides, you were just going to do the same old stuff…don't you ever get bored of that?"
"Hey…how about you just knock if off, okay!" snapped Dong Hwan "You and father keep on yapping and yapping and yapping in how I'm the one who's supposed to carry the family legacy and Tae Kwon Do and all of that. I'm tired of that. Can't I just live life the way I choose to? Or does Father have to dictate over THAT too?"
"Bro…try to understand this though. Maybe Father wouldn't be that way to you, if you actually had some respect for him." said Jae Hoon, starting to look a little frustrated. "I mean, you pretty much chose to be some lazy bum who doesn't show up to practice."
"Pfffff…I don't need practice little bro, I'm a battle god." exclaimed Dong Hwan with a cocky smirk "No one can measure up to my skills; I bet I could even take the legendary wolf on and beat him."
"Dong, get it through your head…your chances of beating Terry Bogard are as slim as the chances of you getting married" said Jae Hoon sharply.
"Well, that's true…HEY! What did I tell you about being a smartass?" asked Dong Hwan.
"And what did I tell you about being a dumbass for two seconds…again…big bro?" asked Jae Hoon with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, that's it…you're dead now."
Dong then jumped onto his brother and both of them started to wrestle each other, trying to get each of them onto the floor. Jae had a grip of his older brother's neck, but before he could do anything, Dong Hwan lifted Hoon up to his feet and tackled him into the sofa. Being on top, Dong grasped his younger brother's neck and started to give him a couple of noogies, as Jae Hoon was now trying by all means to get his brother off his back. Dong was about to do some more noogies, when the phone rang, which distracted him. Quickly, Jae Hoon shoved Dong off his back and onto the floor and quickly dashed towards the phone, picking it up.
"Father!" exclaimed Jae Hoon "…oh…you're not him. Ohhhh…hiya Terry, how are things?"
"Good in general…" said Terry on the other side of the line "Listen, I have some bad news."
"Huh? What is it? Is it about father?" asked Jae Hoon, now quite worried.
"It seems Kim has been defeated by some mysterious morbid fighter," answered Terry "He is in the hospital right now…he is in bad shape too. If I were you, I'd come down to Second Southtown immediately. There's a KOF tournament soon to happen here anyways, you and your lazy brother might as well join it hopefully. I need some competition after all!"
"…alright then. Thanks…you take care too…bye!" whispered Jae Hoon, before slamming the phone into the receiver, as his older brother looked at him surprised.
"Whoa there, what was THAT all about?" asked Dong Hwan curiously.
"…Father was defeated by someone down in Second Southtown" said Jae Hoon stunned "He's in pretty bad shape too…"
"WHAT? You gotta be kidding me!!!" yelled Dong Hwan "You mean, that some ugly brute defeated OUR Father? Now listen, he's not my favorite person, but still…the idea of some random Joe defeating him doesn't sound right."
"Terry recommended that we go to Second Southtown immediately…"
"Second Southtown?"
"Yeah…he said there's a King of Fighters that's going to go on there too."
"I see…" said Dong Hwan
"Then, could you tell Mom we're leaving tomorrow and pack your bags, please?" asked Jae Hoon "I'll get us the flight tickets…"
"Cool, just remember to wake me up though…tomorrow is Saturday after all" said Dong Hwan, before letting out a huge yawn "Night Jae."
Dong then left the living room and started to go up the stairs towards his bedroom. Jae then grabbed the remote on the small desk nearby the TV and turned it off, before putting the remote back on the table. He stretched his arms out and let a gigantic yawn out himself, before leaving the living room, but instead of going upstairs, he went towards the front porch door. He slowly opened it and felt a rushing wind passing by. He started to walk on the porch, looking at the night sky and the full moon.
"Father…," whispered Jae Hoon "I'll find out who did this to you! And when I find out who…"
Jae Hoon lifted his right leg up off the ground and suddenly, a flame started to engulf onto his foot, as he looked determined than he's ever been before, as he thought to himself.
"That person…will feel the wrath…OF JUSTICE!"
Jae Hoon then stomped his foot down onto the ground, extinguishing the flame as he looked up at the full moon, the reflecting image of a true warrior of justice.
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Hope you guys enjoy this chapter…took me quite a while to get some nice ideas in how to use it. I also felt like the relationship and behavior between Jae Hoon and Dong Hwan should be demonstrated properly, so I kinda had to take my time there as well. As I said above, hope you enjoy it and now that I'm on summer vacation, I might be able to deliver chapters every week and a half or so…hopefully!