Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 3:00 am and 4:00 am.
Events occur in real time.
3:00:00- There were only twelve people on the planet who knew some hints as to the origin of the Devil gene. Nine of them were dead, and the other three were actually on there deathbeds.
But it doesn't take a genius to figure out some things about the gene itself. A person who has it is either a) very lucky or b) cursed for the rest of eternity. Most people who know of its existence would say both. For a person who has this gene has damned the rest of his/her family bloodline. The gene is like a virus in some ways. It only feeds off the host's anger and when he/she has a child, the gene is passed on.
The anger of the person is the only way to trigger its effects. Myths had been told for hundreds of years about people who flew around the countryside, looking like a blue devil from hell.
Of course, people only took this as a myth. It wasn't until a man named Heihachi Mishima threw his son, Kazuya, into a volcano.
Kazuya, at that time, was the only person in the world to have the devil gene. It was something that was buried in him, and for most of his life, he was able to quell its hunger for blood.
Then his son, Jin Kazama, was born. The legacy of course had passed on, and until he turned 17, he never knew it. Neither did his mother, Jun. After she died, the anger that filled Jin only helped the devil in him emerge, and eventually, it did.
Then the fourth King of Iron Fist tournament came, and Heihachi came to know that Kazuya had been resurrected. Then Jin entered the tournament, and Heihachi's plan of securing a sample of the gene was coming closer to being a success. It failed however.
To this day, the Devil gene had been in the Mishima bloodline for over five hundred years. That was all about to change.
The gene itself has reproductive qualities unlike any other virus. The gene almost acts like it has a conscious mind, because if the host is injured, it will help reproduce or 'heal' the wound. If the host dies, the gene will fix whatever damage was done, then resuscitate the host.
In this case, the gene was busy discovering a new host: Hwoarang Doo San. As it became familiar with his body's different systems, it began to fix the blood clot that was about to give him a heart attack if he hadn't died a few minutes ago.
The most mysterious phenomenon that accompanies the gene is that when it resuscitates a dead host, it is able to bring them back to life as if they woke from a nap. There are no signs of memory loss, brain damage, or lights at the end of the tunnel. Some people say the gene is a sign of Satan himself, for the people that die and can't see the light, were probably doomed to live in Hell before they were born.
Now, the heart of Hwoarang was beating, and his eyes opened.
The bag had been removed, and his head was lying on the table. He could still feel the restraints in place on his arms and legs. Then a burst of adrenaline came over him like a blanket.
"What the hell did you do to me?" he asked.
It was like it was a few minutes ago. Len and his associates were at the head of the table and the bodyguard was standing behind them. Only this time, Len was smiling.
"You have the virus in you. You are now the proud contributor to the devil gene." Len said.
"You son of a bitch." Hwoarang said.
"You are going to kill Lee Chaolan, and you will retrieve samples of the virus and the cure. The gene was given to you to assist you. But, if you stray from the assignment..." Len said.
Len paused, picking up a remote of the table. He hit a button, a TV that was set on the wall next to Hwoarang turned on. The image was a little distorted at first, but it soon became clear to Hwoarang who was being shown.
Ling was sitting in a cell. It wasn't very big, and it had nothing in it. The cell looked like it was in some sort of prison. Hwoarang doubted it was in the building.
He was speechless. In fact, he was about to nearly break down. He stared at Ling, and then turned to face Len, who was laughing. It was all that Hwoarang could hear. His blood began to boil, and his veins began to pop up. He tried to pull his arms out of the restraints, and Len laughed harder at Hwoarang's resistance.
His eyes suddenly turned to a glowing red that made Len stop laughing immediately. The guard behind Len began to take notice. Then Hwoarang's restraints snapped off. He stood up and moved in Len's direction.
Len ran off just as the guard came to fight Hwoarang, but the poor bastard never stood a chance. Hwoarang's fingernails became as sharp as a knife, and he stuck them into the man's jugular. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Len ran to a clear booth at the back of the giant boardroom they were in. The booth was made of shatter-proof glass, and he prayed it held. He locked the door and watched the guard die, as the blood dripped from the body that Hwoarang was easily lifting with one hand.
Hwoarang then threw the body away from him, which hit the wall and bounced onto the floor. He walked past the two associates of Len's, who happened to be hiding under the table. Calmly walking over to the booth, Hwoarang used his hand to wipe away the blood from his face. He then flicked his hand to the ground, the red liquid splattering against the black tiled floor.
Len became confident again, standing in his glass booth. He pulled out a phone and held it with his outstretched arm. Hwoarang stopped.
"You will do as I say!" Len yelled.
Hwoarang grunted and punched the glass, which cracked under the blow.
"If you don't, I'll call my man and have him kill Ling!" Len screamed, suddenly rolling up into a ball on the floor.
He was obviously afraid of what he had done to Hwoarang. When he didn't hit the booth again, Len regained his composure, stood up and pointed to the table again.
"In the book on the table is a map. It will lead you to a mansion outside of the city to the north. Go there and release your anger. But get me the virus and the cure. If you don't, she dies." Len said.
Hwoarang gave Len a cold stare before turning to pick the book up off the table. He then exited the room.
3:11:20- Le Carre had just hung up the phone with the UN chief. So far, everyone wanted to know the minute he was done with Drake, and now that he was, he only had bad news to deliver.
He had to think of what to do next. Adam was already working on the doors in the lab, Hwoarang was out of it finally, Wallace was in custody, Drake was in custody, Kazuya was gone, and Heihachi was probably at home or at the Mishima Zaibatzu headquarters.
Le Carre knew the Emperor didn't want anyone from the UN to disturb Heihachi, especially at this time of the night. But what else could he do? The one piece of evidence that could put him under arrest for conspiracy was gone. There were no more leads and Le Carre was all out of ideas.
He dialed another number into the phone.
"Katoya." Adam said.
"Adam. It's me. Have you gotten the door opened yet?" Le Carre said.
"No. I don't think we will either. It looks like it's electronically sealed by another local server. I can't gain access." Adam said.
"Ok. Go back to the ATU; I'm going to see Heihachi." Le Carre said.
"You sure about that? I thought the Emperor didn't want us going to him?"
"Look, I'll deal with it. Just get back there in case I find something, ok?" Le Carre said.
Le Carre hung up. He didn't like being questioned, especially during times like this. He put the phone in his jacket pocket and walked outside the building, getting in his car. He began driving to the Mishima Zaibatzu headquarters.
3:16:37- "Julia?" Jin asked.
Julia Chang turned around in the chair that she was chained to. She looked like she had taken a few blows, but not in too bad a shape.
Kazuya had brought him here to the lab on the main floor of the mansion. He never said anything about Julia being here. The shock had hit like a cold slap to the face, and it woke him up.
The lab was small. It looked like a science lab that you would find in a university, only a bit smaller, not as many tables to work on, and more equipment. There was one window, but it was sealed shut. Plus, seeing as it was still dark out, there wasn't going to be a whole lot of light coming in.
The lighting was abundant, though. On the tables surrounding the room, there were wall lights equally portioned around the room. Usually, where there was a spot to put a light, one was there.
One main U-shaped table stood in the center of the room, and Julia was there, working on something. As to what, he had no clue.
Kazuya walked in past Jin. Jin shook himself of his feelings for her and moved on in, trying to look as sadistic as he could.
"Jin. What a surprise seeing you here with your father." She said.
Julia's sarcastic tone obviously made Kazuya angry. He was about to hit her.
"No." Jin said.
Kazuya turned in shock. Jin wouldn't dare talk back like that. Jin then moved up to Julia pulled her by the hair and punched her in the face. She immediately groaned, and bent over as much as she could, holding her face in pain. Jin looked at his father. Kazuya was pleased by Jin's anger. Especially when it was aimed at Julia.
"Lee wanted us to watch her progress on the virus." Kazuya said.
The two stared at Julia, who was checking her nose for blood.
"I'll stay." Jin said.
Kazuya shook his head.
"Lee doesn't fully trust you, and neither do I yet. Even with that little display of affection." He said.
Jin nodded. A guard came into the room and spoke into Kazuya's ear.
"I'll be right back." He said.
Kazuya and the guard left the room. Jin immediately tried to console Julia.
"I'm sorry. I had to." Jin said.
"Oh, really?" she said.
He bent down next to her as she tried to get back to work.
"I'm here to help. I thought it would help put a stop to this. I've already tried to reach Hwoarang." Jin said.
She stopped for a moment.
"Did you speak to him?" she asked.
"He wasn't there, but I left a message." Jin said.
Julia laughed half-heartedly.
"I can get us out of here." Jin said. "I doubt it." She responded.
"I can. I'll unleash the chains, and when Kazuya and I leave, you can slip out." Jin said.
"In case you didn't notice, my ankle is fucking broken. They tortured me for information when I got here." She said.
Jin looked down at her feet. Sure enough, her left ankle was very swollen. She was probably ignoring the pain. No wonder she was in a bad mood.
"My god." Jin said.
Just then, Kazuya began to walk through the door, and Jin grabbed onto of Julia's left breast, squeezed it, and pulled her back, kissing her neck. She tried to resist, but he kept a hold of her.
Kazuya walked over to Jin and tapped him on the shoulder. Jin looked at him with curious eyes.
"What are you doing?" Kazuya asked.
"It's been a while since I've had...you know." Jin said.
Julia began to silently cry as she got back to work. Kazuya smiled at Jin, a wave of relief falling over the father's face. Jin smiled back at Kazuya, also relieved by his father's reaction.
"Come on, son. You can fuck her later." He said.
Jin began to walk out of the room. He turned back to Julia and mouthed the words 'trust me'.
3:22:14- Something was wrong. Lee could sense trouble brewing on the horizon. Only, he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
He wasn't comfortable with Jin being here. He had been watching Jin's every move so far today and he seemed trusting at first glance, but given Jin's track record for being on the side of the angels, Lee would never trust him. He didn't care what Kazuya thought of Jin, there was no trust present, and there never would be.
The plan was set. In less than two hours the first bot would be on the ground and the virus would be dispersed. Julia was in the lab now making a second strain, one that would be more difficult to crack when it came to making an anti-serum. Lee figured that his demands would be met and he would be the most powerful person in the world in less than twelve hours. He chuckled at the thought.
The only thing that could screw it up was Hwoarang and the anti-terrorism agency of the United Nations. There were at the head of the game, followed closely by the Japanese government, and oddly enough, the British. Lee knew he had the upper hand at this game. Eat your heart out James Bond.
Lee was sitting at his desk. He had been here for about fifteen minutes now, knowing that he would be leaving soon. It would be the last time he would probably be looking at the house. There was some sentimental value and he wanted to cherish it a little.
The laptop on his desk beeped. He moved the mouse, the screen coming back from sleep mode. The Combots were at the estate. He hit a few buttons, and a progress monitor came up.
He got up and moved to the window, looking out at the forest behind the house. It was dense enough that nobody would know that the bots were there. In fact, it was still so dark out, that you really could hide them all back there and nobody would have a chance of finding them until dawn. By then, though, it would be too late.
The first few bots began to pour out of an underground tunnel and into the foliage of the trees. Lee turned around and walked out of the office.
3:26:05- Le Carre had no problem getting into the Mishima Zaibatzu building. The guard okayed the ID and let him on up, seeing as this place still had an outstanding search warrant being served.
He had found about Wallace's little bug in the system, and Le Carre remembered to leave that out of the report he sent to his superiors. They weren't happy about Wallace, and neither was he.
The hall down to Heihachi's office was quiet. The lights were still on, too. If there was somebody here at this time of night, you probably hear something by now. If nobody was here, then the lights would be off. Plus, the guard probably would have told him that Heihachi was asleep or that he left for the night or just something other than 'Go right up'.
Le Carre walked into the office. It was pitch black. Nobody home? He felt for the light switch as he pulled out his gun with his free hand. There was no light switch.
"Lights." He said.
He guessed that Heihachi had a voice recognition system.
"Unrecognized user voice." A female computer voice said.
"Shit." He said.
His mind fumbled, trying to think of something. "Emergency override, lights!" he yelled.
The lights came on, and the terror of the room made him feel like he was being attacked.
The room had blood all over the place. The walls had splatter marks everywhere, the floor was covered with blood footprints, and Heihachi's mutilated body was lying on the floor. His face was pretty much destroyed, the eyes staring at Le Carre as he looked around the room. He turned around and walked out of the room, fighting back the vomit in the back of his throat. He took out his phone.
"Katoya." Adam said.
"Adam, did you get the door open?" he asked.
"No. It's pretty much useless. I was about to go back to the ATU." Adam said.
"Good. When you get there, dispatch a forensics team to Heihachi's office." He said.
"What happened?" Adam asked.
"He's dead, and it looks like Lee took some time with him. He must have had fun placing the body." He said.
Adam responded with a stunned remark, and Le Carre began glancing in Lee's office, which was directly across the hall from Heihachi. A computer monitor glowed from inside the dark office. He walked in, phone still in his hand.
"I've been trying to find out how long this tunnel is, and so far it seems very long." Adam said.
"Emergency override, Lights!" Le Carre said.
The lights came on in Lee's office.
"What's going on?" Adam asked.
"Hold on." Le Carre said.
He walked over to the computer. The monitor was showing a progress level of something that Le Carre didn't at first recognize. It became clear after a moment. Lee moved the bots, and this was the control panel.
"I think I found something." Le Carre said.
He hit some keys on the keyboard and another menu came up. The info that appeared on the screen made Le Carre smile for the first time all night. "I found out where the bots went." He said.
"Where?" Adam said, surprised.
"About five miles outside the city. Here's the address." Le Carre said.
3:31:27- Jin quickly walked into the lab, eager to convince Julia of his plan.
"Julia. I need to talk to you." He said.
She was busy working on the virus. The microscope in front of her was putting strain on her eyes, and at this time in the morning, going on no sleep at all gave her the headache to end all headaches. Plus the fact that he ankle was broken didn't help matters much. She was so busy trying to figure this damned virus out that she didn't even hear Jin or feel him tap her on the shoulder. He finally got her attention when he spun her around to face him.
"What the hell do you want? She asked.
"Julia, I want to get you out of here." He said.
"And how do you expect to do that? I'm injured." She said.
"There's a window. We set fire to the lab and get the hell out of here." He said.
She looked at him with pity. He obviously hadn't thought it through. She had a saying for this whenever Jin was over-dramatic and desperate to make things work. She called it a Kazama. It actually got a small name of it's own during the fourth tournament. She remembered Ling joking about it.
Times had been tough for her since the tournament ended. Her plans on restoring her home hadn't gone as well as she hoped. Funding was low, and people thought it looked amazing as a desert canyon region.
She never really cared for it. It may take more than her lifetime to restore the once beautiful region, but she at least wanted to get a decent start on it. If she never left this lab, that chance would never come. The hopes of restoring her home would dwindle and fade, just like her soul would in the afterlife.
She figured if she stayed here, she was as good as dead at any time. Jin wanted to get out as much as she did, and she wasn't just going to sit there.
"Julia. What do you want to do?"
"Let's do it." She said.
Jin smiled, and then hugged her.
"I'm sorry. I'll be right back." He said.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I need to make sure Kazuya's distracted." He said.
Just then, Kazuya walked in. Jin saw him, not sure how much he heard.
"What's going on?" Kazuya said.
"Nothing." Jin said.
Jin turned to face Julia. A cold expression came across his face.
"Get back to work." He said.
Jin left the room with his father.
3:38:04- The outside of the house was quiet. Hwoarang had touched down in the front of the house, his newly sprouted black wings retreating back into his skin as he calmed down. The devil inside him had had its fun for now. The task in front of him belonged to his anger. His eyes still glowed red, but not as bright as they were before.
The last thing he grabbed before he left Len's hideout was an antique sword that must have been part of some expensive collection. It was definitely sharp, seeing as he cut his finger on it before he left. Thanks to the gene, the wound was now fully healed.
Hwoarang began to sneak around the complex, sword already out of its sheath. The foliage provided good cover, and the darkness helped even more.
The front of the house looked more was lit up like a Christmas tree. Lights were set along the path of the driveway, and they illuminated the way thorough the trees that surrounded it on both sides.
At the front of the house, two guards were posted, and a third directly inside the house. He couldn't see what was behind the house, and he didn't worry about it either. The devil gene made him feel invincible.
He quietly ran through the woods and came up alongside the house. Sword ready, he came up behind the first guard, who was beginning to yawn. All it took was a quick, silent swipe to the back of the neck.
Blood quickly gushed out as the guard fell to his knees. Hwoarang took the blade and then stabbed at the man's chest at a downward angle. The blade didn't go all the way through, but it made sure the guard was dead.
The other guard caught the tail end of the kill, and immediately rushed over to investigate, just as Hwoarang pulled the blade out of the dead guard and swung at a diagonally upward angle, like a batter. The blade cut through the man's jugular and throat, blood spraying every where. The man gurgled his dying words as he hit the ground.
He ran into the mansion and did the same thing to the guard just inside the door. A guard coming around the corner saw Hwoarang and immediately tried pulling for his gun. Hwoarang pulled the gun off the guard he just killed. But it wasn't fast enough. The new guard began firing, the noise loudly vibrating off the walls of the narrow corridor and missing Hwoarang completely. Hwoarang took the gun and fired back, hitting the guard in the head with one shot.
He put the gun in his waistband, taking the sword and moving on.
3:44:57- Le Carre's Hyundai Tiburon sped down the dark road leading outside of Tokyo. He held the phone in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other. The line rang, and he hoped Adam's phone hadn't died on him. The line picked up.
"Adam." he said.
"Uh, yeah. What do you need?" Adam asked.
"Where are the teams?" he asked.
"Where are you?"
"Just passing the city limits." He said.
"They're five minutes behind you. I alerted local police and gave them priority control. We are in charge." Adam said.
"Good. Anything on the doors?"
"No. I left hazmat in charge; they're wrapping up the investigation now. I'm on the road, heading back." Adam said.
"Great. I'll call you once the teams are in place." He said.
He hung up and pushed the accelerator harder. The car began to resist, but Le Carre ignored it. The events of the next few hours would all depend on how quickly he got there. He had no idea what to expect, but he just hoped he hadn't missed all the fun.
3:47:12- "Let's move it!" Lee said.
Since the gunfire erupted, he went into panic mode. He had assigned his most trusted men to loading up the eleven bots into the two big rigs.
The mansion had a special loading dock that connected to the basement and the kitchen. The bots were being loaded out from the basement. The first truck was being closed up, and the other truck was nearly complete except for the other two bots that were still on their way.
The bots themselves had not been activated, as it takes a couple minutes to run a diagnostics test before letting them run free.
More gunfire could be heard, closer to the loading dock this time. Whoever it was had some balls to take this place head on. Lee hopped into the cab of the first truck, and the driver started it up.
The door opened and the truck left. Lee looked back at the other truck. A man was closing the door, and the truck started up. It took off, following Lee's lead.
3:50:31- "You son of a bitch!" Kazuya screamed.
Hwoarang stood ten feet away from him on the third floor. He was fairly spattered with blood, but it was ok, seeing as none of it was his. The sword was in his right hand, the glimmering silver trying to shine from under the blood that covered it. A Sig Sauer 9mm pistol in his left hand was running out of ammo. There were only four shots left.
"Come and get it, Kazzy!" Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang smiled like the arrogant son of a bitch that he was. He couldn't help it. The heat of the fight made him feel powerful, especially when he was already on a winning streak.
The hallway they were in was small. Many works of art from various Renaissance artists littered the walls. The hall looked like it was more from an art museum than an actual home.
There was no one around, the guards either running off or dead. Hwoarang didn't know where Jin, Julia, or anybody else was. He had only run into guards at this point. Kazuya was a pleasant surprise though. Last time they met, it was at the fourth tournament and Kazuya had beaten Hwoarang to a nearly bloody pulp. The anger for Heihachi had poured from him and he took it out on Hwoarang. It was the reason Hwoarang never won the tournament. He was too busy recuperating in the hospital.
Kazuya charged at him, and he was ready for it. He decided to have some fun with this and threw the weapons on the ground. Kazuya's anger had blinded him, because Hwoarang ducked out of the way and then tripped the older fighter.
Hwoarang watched Kazuya run into a table and then just as quickly get up. He held his arm out, ala Keanu Reeves, and waved for more. This only pissed Kazuya off even more, and he charged him again. Hwoarang ducked out of the way again, waiting for Kazuya the bull to run past him. No, Kazuya had his arm out, ready to clothesline his target.
Hwoarang slammed to the wood floor and Kazuya took advantage of it. He jumped onto Hwoarang's chest and began punching him in the face. Hwoarang couldn't move, his arms pinned by Kazuya's knees.
When he was done pounding his face in, Kazuya picked Hwoarang up by the hair. He was still dizzy from all the blows to the brain and only felt worse when Kazuya threw him into the wall head-on.
Hwoarang held his head, getting up. Kazuya was in control of this. He kicked Hwoarang in the ribs, and then picked him up by the hair again.
Hwoarang hoped that would happen. He snapped up and jumped backwards, pushing his feet into Kazuya's chest.
Kazuya easily let go of his hair, and fell back against the wall. The fight had dragged on to the end of the hall. The third floor was only this hall and it while it was narrow, it didn't go a long way either. Kazuya got up and set his hand on the window, pushing himself away. He stood there, a cut from his cheek noticeably bleeding.
Hwoarang was stone faced. His nose was bleeding from the blows to his face. He wiped the blood onto his jacket sleeve and spit onto the floor.
Kazuya was waiting for an attack, and Hwoarang was going to give it too him. He charged at Kazuya, yelling all the way.
He was ready to just hit him in the face and get it over with, but Hwoarang was smarter than he looked. Kazuya threw a punch aimed at Hwoarang's face, but he ducked it.
Hwoarang grabbed Kazuya's arm, then swung him around. He let go when Kazuya was in front of the window. He crashed through it, falling into only God knows what.
3:55:38- Nina had taken the past hour getting the anti-serum ready. This was a prototype that Lee had come up with in case they needed to put a test subject down who had been infected with the virus. That was six months ago, and the five vials that contained the serum hadn't been touched since. It took her a while to track them down, too.
Now, she had the gun loaded with the serum and she was on the hunt for Jin. While Lee had told her: 'If it happens again', she wasn't going to listen. She had been an assassin long enough to know that somebody you don't trust shouldn't get a second chance to prove themselves. It would only get you killed.
Kazuya had told her to keep an eye on him, anyway. He was worried that he was spending too much time with Julia and not on the matter at hand.
The house was littered with dead bodies. She could tell that Hwoarang must be here, because only he would be stupid enough to take the entire place by himself.
But Jin wasn't that stupid. She walked near the lab and peeked inside. Julia was sitting at the desk, working with different test tubes and beakers. The gunshots must not have bothered her from working.
She had an idea, and it just might work. She walked into the lab.
"Julia?" she asked.
Julia had a beaker in her hand, and she did the one thing Nina never expected. She threw it at her.
Nina ducked out of the way and the beaker exploded into flames against the wall.
"What the fuck!" Nina screamed.
"I'm getting out of here!" Julia yelled.
Julia was reaching after another beaker, and Nina set the serum gun on the floor. Whatever this bitch was on, Nina was going to put her down. She didn't care what Lee wanted with her. She was either going down, or blowing the house up.
Julia took the beaker and began to throw it, when Nina fired her pistol at her. The shot went through her chest. She dropped the beaker.
Jin ran in, curious about the explosion he heard from the lab. He was met with another explosion. The beaker exploded next to Julia, and it tore her apart.
Jin was knocked to the ground, as was Nina. He looked up, and saw Julia's torso fly past his head. The shock never registered that Julia was dead, since the adrenaline was pumping high octane into his blood.
He sat up and looked over at Nina. She was picking up the serum gun off the floor. She was shouting something that he didn't understand. In fact, he couldn't hear it at all. The only noise he could hear was his heart beating in him.
Nina was getting up off the floor, gun in hand. He knew it couldn't be good and got up himself, running out of the room. Nina fired at him, the shot missing him by a few inches.
Jin ran to the end of the hall. There was a window to the outside there. The fire from the lab was spreading into the hall now, and another explosion rocked the house.
Nina ran into the hall and aimed at Jin. She fired. Jin dived into the window, the shot grazing his arm.
3:59:57... 3:59:58... 3:59:59... 4:00:00...
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 3:00 am and 4:00 am.
Events occur in real time.
3:00:00- There were only twelve people on the planet who knew some hints as to the origin of the Devil gene. Nine of them were dead, and the other three were actually on there deathbeds.
But it doesn't take a genius to figure out some things about the gene itself. A person who has it is either a) very lucky or b) cursed for the rest of eternity. Most people who know of its existence would say both. For a person who has this gene has damned the rest of his/her family bloodline. The gene is like a virus in some ways. It only feeds off the host's anger and when he/she has a child, the gene is passed on.
The anger of the person is the only way to trigger its effects. Myths had been told for hundreds of years about people who flew around the countryside, looking like a blue devil from hell.
Of course, people only took this as a myth. It wasn't until a man named Heihachi Mishima threw his son, Kazuya, into a volcano.
Kazuya, at that time, was the only person in the world to have the devil gene. It was something that was buried in him, and for most of his life, he was able to quell its hunger for blood.
Then his son, Jin Kazama, was born. The legacy of course had passed on, and until he turned 17, he never knew it. Neither did his mother, Jun. After she died, the anger that filled Jin only helped the devil in him emerge, and eventually, it did.
Then the fourth King of Iron Fist tournament came, and Heihachi came to know that Kazuya had been resurrected. Then Jin entered the tournament, and Heihachi's plan of securing a sample of the gene was coming closer to being a success. It failed however.
To this day, the Devil gene had been in the Mishima bloodline for over five hundred years. That was all about to change.
The gene itself has reproductive qualities unlike any other virus. The gene almost acts like it has a conscious mind, because if the host is injured, it will help reproduce or 'heal' the wound. If the host dies, the gene will fix whatever damage was done, then resuscitate the host.
In this case, the gene was busy discovering a new host: Hwoarang Doo San. As it became familiar with his body's different systems, it began to fix the blood clot that was about to give him a heart attack if he hadn't died a few minutes ago.
The most mysterious phenomenon that accompanies the gene is that when it resuscitates a dead host, it is able to bring them back to life as if they woke from a nap. There are no signs of memory loss, brain damage, or lights at the end of the tunnel. Some people say the gene is a sign of Satan himself, for the people that die and can't see the light, were probably doomed to live in Hell before they were born.
Now, the heart of Hwoarang was beating, and his eyes opened.
The bag had been removed, and his head was lying on the table. He could still feel the restraints in place on his arms and legs. Then a burst of adrenaline came over him like a blanket.
"What the hell did you do to me?" he asked.
It was like it was a few minutes ago. Len and his associates were at the head of the table and the bodyguard was standing behind them. Only this time, Len was smiling.
"You have the virus in you. You are now the proud contributor to the devil gene." Len said.
"You son of a bitch." Hwoarang said.
"You are going to kill Lee Chaolan, and you will retrieve samples of the virus and the cure. The gene was given to you to assist you. But, if you stray from the assignment..." Len said.
Len paused, picking up a remote of the table. He hit a button, a TV that was set on the wall next to Hwoarang turned on. The image was a little distorted at first, but it soon became clear to Hwoarang who was being shown.
Ling was sitting in a cell. It wasn't very big, and it had nothing in it. The cell looked like it was in some sort of prison. Hwoarang doubted it was in the building.
He was speechless. In fact, he was about to nearly break down. He stared at Ling, and then turned to face Len, who was laughing. It was all that Hwoarang could hear. His blood began to boil, and his veins began to pop up. He tried to pull his arms out of the restraints, and Len laughed harder at Hwoarang's resistance.
His eyes suddenly turned to a glowing red that made Len stop laughing immediately. The guard behind Len began to take notice. Then Hwoarang's restraints snapped off. He stood up and moved in Len's direction.
Len ran off just as the guard came to fight Hwoarang, but the poor bastard never stood a chance. Hwoarang's fingernails became as sharp as a knife, and he stuck them into the man's jugular. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Len ran to a clear booth at the back of the giant boardroom they were in. The booth was made of shatter-proof glass, and he prayed it held. He locked the door and watched the guard die, as the blood dripped from the body that Hwoarang was easily lifting with one hand.
Hwoarang then threw the body away from him, which hit the wall and bounced onto the floor. He walked past the two associates of Len's, who happened to be hiding under the table. Calmly walking over to the booth, Hwoarang used his hand to wipe away the blood from his face. He then flicked his hand to the ground, the red liquid splattering against the black tiled floor.
Len became confident again, standing in his glass booth. He pulled out a phone and held it with his outstretched arm. Hwoarang stopped.
"You will do as I say!" Len yelled.
Hwoarang grunted and punched the glass, which cracked under the blow.
"If you don't, I'll call my man and have him kill Ling!" Len screamed, suddenly rolling up into a ball on the floor.
He was obviously afraid of what he had done to Hwoarang. When he didn't hit the booth again, Len regained his composure, stood up and pointed to the table again.
"In the book on the table is a map. It will lead you to a mansion outside of the city to the north. Go there and release your anger. But get me the virus and the cure. If you don't, she dies." Len said.
Hwoarang gave Len a cold stare before turning to pick the book up off the table. He then exited the room.
3:11:20- Le Carre had just hung up the phone with the UN chief. So far, everyone wanted to know the minute he was done with Drake, and now that he was, he only had bad news to deliver.
He had to think of what to do next. Adam was already working on the doors in the lab, Hwoarang was out of it finally, Wallace was in custody, Drake was in custody, Kazuya was gone, and Heihachi was probably at home or at the Mishima Zaibatzu headquarters.
Le Carre knew the Emperor didn't want anyone from the UN to disturb Heihachi, especially at this time of the night. But what else could he do? The one piece of evidence that could put him under arrest for conspiracy was gone. There were no more leads and Le Carre was all out of ideas.
He dialed another number into the phone.
"Katoya." Adam said.
"Adam. It's me. Have you gotten the door opened yet?" Le Carre said.
"No. I don't think we will either. It looks like it's electronically sealed by another local server. I can't gain access." Adam said.
"Ok. Go back to the ATU; I'm going to see Heihachi." Le Carre said.
"You sure about that? I thought the Emperor didn't want us going to him?"
"Look, I'll deal with it. Just get back there in case I find something, ok?" Le Carre said.
Le Carre hung up. He didn't like being questioned, especially during times like this. He put the phone in his jacket pocket and walked outside the building, getting in his car. He began driving to the Mishima Zaibatzu headquarters.
3:16:37- "Julia?" Jin asked.
Julia Chang turned around in the chair that she was chained to. She looked like she had taken a few blows, but not in too bad a shape.
Kazuya had brought him here to the lab on the main floor of the mansion. He never said anything about Julia being here. The shock had hit like a cold slap to the face, and it woke him up.
The lab was small. It looked like a science lab that you would find in a university, only a bit smaller, not as many tables to work on, and more equipment. There was one window, but it was sealed shut. Plus, seeing as it was still dark out, there wasn't going to be a whole lot of light coming in.
The lighting was abundant, though. On the tables surrounding the room, there were wall lights equally portioned around the room. Usually, where there was a spot to put a light, one was there.
One main U-shaped table stood in the center of the room, and Julia was there, working on something. As to what, he had no clue.
Kazuya walked in past Jin. Jin shook himself of his feelings for her and moved on in, trying to look as sadistic as he could.
"Jin. What a surprise seeing you here with your father." She said.
Julia's sarcastic tone obviously made Kazuya angry. He was about to hit her.
"No." Jin said.
Kazuya turned in shock. Jin wouldn't dare talk back like that. Jin then moved up to Julia pulled her by the hair and punched her in the face. She immediately groaned, and bent over as much as she could, holding her face in pain. Jin looked at his father. Kazuya was pleased by Jin's anger. Especially when it was aimed at Julia.
"Lee wanted us to watch her progress on the virus." Kazuya said.
The two stared at Julia, who was checking her nose for blood.
"I'll stay." Jin said.
Kazuya shook his head.
"Lee doesn't fully trust you, and neither do I yet. Even with that little display of affection." He said.
Jin nodded. A guard came into the room and spoke into Kazuya's ear.
"I'll be right back." He said.
Kazuya and the guard left the room. Jin immediately tried to console Julia.
"I'm sorry. I had to." Jin said.
"Oh, really?" she said.
He bent down next to her as she tried to get back to work.
"I'm here to help. I thought it would help put a stop to this. I've already tried to reach Hwoarang." Jin said.
She stopped for a moment.
"Did you speak to him?" she asked.
"He wasn't there, but I left a message." Jin said.
Julia laughed half-heartedly.
"I can get us out of here." Jin said. "I doubt it." She responded.
"I can. I'll unleash the chains, and when Kazuya and I leave, you can slip out." Jin said.
"In case you didn't notice, my ankle is fucking broken. They tortured me for information when I got here." She said.
Jin looked down at her feet. Sure enough, her left ankle was very swollen. She was probably ignoring the pain. No wonder she was in a bad mood.
"My god." Jin said.
Just then, Kazuya began to walk through the door, and Jin grabbed onto of Julia's left breast, squeezed it, and pulled her back, kissing her neck. She tried to resist, but he kept a hold of her.
Kazuya walked over to Jin and tapped him on the shoulder. Jin looked at him with curious eyes.
"What are you doing?" Kazuya asked.
"It's been a while since I've had...you know." Jin said.
Julia began to silently cry as she got back to work. Kazuya smiled at Jin, a wave of relief falling over the father's face. Jin smiled back at Kazuya, also relieved by his father's reaction.
"Come on, son. You can fuck her later." He said.
Jin began to walk out of the room. He turned back to Julia and mouthed the words 'trust me'.
3:22:14- Something was wrong. Lee could sense trouble brewing on the horizon. Only, he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
He wasn't comfortable with Jin being here. He had been watching Jin's every move so far today and he seemed trusting at first glance, but given Jin's track record for being on the side of the angels, Lee would never trust him. He didn't care what Kazuya thought of Jin, there was no trust present, and there never would be.
The plan was set. In less than two hours the first bot would be on the ground and the virus would be dispersed. Julia was in the lab now making a second strain, one that would be more difficult to crack when it came to making an anti-serum. Lee figured that his demands would be met and he would be the most powerful person in the world in less than twelve hours. He chuckled at the thought.
The only thing that could screw it up was Hwoarang and the anti-terrorism agency of the United Nations. There were at the head of the game, followed closely by the Japanese government, and oddly enough, the British. Lee knew he had the upper hand at this game. Eat your heart out James Bond.
Lee was sitting at his desk. He had been here for about fifteen minutes now, knowing that he would be leaving soon. It would be the last time he would probably be looking at the house. There was some sentimental value and he wanted to cherish it a little.
The laptop on his desk beeped. He moved the mouse, the screen coming back from sleep mode. The Combots were at the estate. He hit a few buttons, and a progress monitor came up.
He got up and moved to the window, looking out at the forest behind the house. It was dense enough that nobody would know that the bots were there. In fact, it was still so dark out, that you really could hide them all back there and nobody would have a chance of finding them until dawn. By then, though, it would be too late.
The first few bots began to pour out of an underground tunnel and into the foliage of the trees. Lee turned around and walked out of the office.
3:26:05- Le Carre had no problem getting into the Mishima Zaibatzu building. The guard okayed the ID and let him on up, seeing as this place still had an outstanding search warrant being served.
He had found about Wallace's little bug in the system, and Le Carre remembered to leave that out of the report he sent to his superiors. They weren't happy about Wallace, and neither was he.
The hall down to Heihachi's office was quiet. The lights were still on, too. If there was somebody here at this time of night, you probably hear something by now. If nobody was here, then the lights would be off. Plus, the guard probably would have told him that Heihachi was asleep or that he left for the night or just something other than 'Go right up'.
Le Carre walked into the office. It was pitch black. Nobody home? He felt for the light switch as he pulled out his gun with his free hand. There was no light switch.
"Lights." He said.
He guessed that Heihachi had a voice recognition system.
"Unrecognized user voice." A female computer voice said.
"Shit." He said.
His mind fumbled, trying to think of something. "Emergency override, lights!" he yelled.
The lights came on, and the terror of the room made him feel like he was being attacked.
The room had blood all over the place. The walls had splatter marks everywhere, the floor was covered with blood footprints, and Heihachi's mutilated body was lying on the floor. His face was pretty much destroyed, the eyes staring at Le Carre as he looked around the room. He turned around and walked out of the room, fighting back the vomit in the back of his throat. He took out his phone.
"Katoya." Adam said.
"Adam, did you get the door open?" he asked.
"No. It's pretty much useless. I was about to go back to the ATU." Adam said.
"Good. When you get there, dispatch a forensics team to Heihachi's office." He said.
"What happened?" Adam asked.
"He's dead, and it looks like Lee took some time with him. He must have had fun placing the body." He said.
Adam responded with a stunned remark, and Le Carre began glancing in Lee's office, which was directly across the hall from Heihachi. A computer monitor glowed from inside the dark office. He walked in, phone still in his hand.
"I've been trying to find out how long this tunnel is, and so far it seems very long." Adam said.
"Emergency override, Lights!" Le Carre said.
The lights came on in Lee's office.
"What's going on?" Adam asked.
"Hold on." Le Carre said.
He walked over to the computer. The monitor was showing a progress level of something that Le Carre didn't at first recognize. It became clear after a moment. Lee moved the bots, and this was the control panel.
"I think I found something." Le Carre said.
He hit some keys on the keyboard and another menu came up. The info that appeared on the screen made Le Carre smile for the first time all night. "I found out where the bots went." He said.
"Where?" Adam said, surprised.
"About five miles outside the city. Here's the address." Le Carre said.
3:31:27- Jin quickly walked into the lab, eager to convince Julia of his plan.
"Julia. I need to talk to you." He said.
She was busy working on the virus. The microscope in front of her was putting strain on her eyes, and at this time in the morning, going on no sleep at all gave her the headache to end all headaches. Plus the fact that he ankle was broken didn't help matters much. She was so busy trying to figure this damned virus out that she didn't even hear Jin or feel him tap her on the shoulder. He finally got her attention when he spun her around to face him.
"What the hell do you want? She asked.
"Julia, I want to get you out of here." He said.
"And how do you expect to do that? I'm injured." She said.
"There's a window. We set fire to the lab and get the hell out of here." He said.
She looked at him with pity. He obviously hadn't thought it through. She had a saying for this whenever Jin was over-dramatic and desperate to make things work. She called it a Kazama. It actually got a small name of it's own during the fourth tournament. She remembered Ling joking about it.
Times had been tough for her since the tournament ended. Her plans on restoring her home hadn't gone as well as she hoped. Funding was low, and people thought it looked amazing as a desert canyon region.
She never really cared for it. It may take more than her lifetime to restore the once beautiful region, but she at least wanted to get a decent start on it. If she never left this lab, that chance would never come. The hopes of restoring her home would dwindle and fade, just like her soul would in the afterlife.
She figured if she stayed here, she was as good as dead at any time. Jin wanted to get out as much as she did, and she wasn't just going to sit there.
"Julia. What do you want to do?"
"Let's do it." She said.
Jin smiled, and then hugged her.
"I'm sorry. I'll be right back." He said.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I need to make sure Kazuya's distracted." He said.
Just then, Kazuya walked in. Jin saw him, not sure how much he heard.
"What's going on?" Kazuya said.
"Nothing." Jin said.
Jin turned to face Julia. A cold expression came across his face.
"Get back to work." He said.
Jin left the room with his father.
3:38:04- The outside of the house was quiet. Hwoarang had touched down in the front of the house, his newly sprouted black wings retreating back into his skin as he calmed down. The devil inside him had had its fun for now. The task in front of him belonged to his anger. His eyes still glowed red, but not as bright as they were before.
The last thing he grabbed before he left Len's hideout was an antique sword that must have been part of some expensive collection. It was definitely sharp, seeing as he cut his finger on it before he left. Thanks to the gene, the wound was now fully healed.
Hwoarang began to sneak around the complex, sword already out of its sheath. The foliage provided good cover, and the darkness helped even more.
The front of the house looked more was lit up like a Christmas tree. Lights were set along the path of the driveway, and they illuminated the way thorough the trees that surrounded it on both sides.
At the front of the house, two guards were posted, and a third directly inside the house. He couldn't see what was behind the house, and he didn't worry about it either. The devil gene made him feel invincible.
He quietly ran through the woods and came up alongside the house. Sword ready, he came up behind the first guard, who was beginning to yawn. All it took was a quick, silent swipe to the back of the neck.
Blood quickly gushed out as the guard fell to his knees. Hwoarang took the blade and then stabbed at the man's chest at a downward angle. The blade didn't go all the way through, but it made sure the guard was dead.
The other guard caught the tail end of the kill, and immediately rushed over to investigate, just as Hwoarang pulled the blade out of the dead guard and swung at a diagonally upward angle, like a batter. The blade cut through the man's jugular and throat, blood spraying every where. The man gurgled his dying words as he hit the ground.
He ran into the mansion and did the same thing to the guard just inside the door. A guard coming around the corner saw Hwoarang and immediately tried pulling for his gun. Hwoarang pulled the gun off the guard he just killed. But it wasn't fast enough. The new guard began firing, the noise loudly vibrating off the walls of the narrow corridor and missing Hwoarang completely. Hwoarang took the gun and fired back, hitting the guard in the head with one shot.
He put the gun in his waistband, taking the sword and moving on.
3:44:57- Le Carre's Hyundai Tiburon sped down the dark road leading outside of Tokyo. He held the phone in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other. The line rang, and he hoped Adam's phone hadn't died on him. The line picked up.
"Adam." he said.
"Uh, yeah. What do you need?" Adam asked.
"Where are the teams?" he asked.
"Where are you?"
"Just passing the city limits." He said.
"They're five minutes behind you. I alerted local police and gave them priority control. We are in charge." Adam said.
"Good. Anything on the doors?"
"No. I left hazmat in charge; they're wrapping up the investigation now. I'm on the road, heading back." Adam said.
"Great. I'll call you once the teams are in place." He said.
He hung up and pushed the accelerator harder. The car began to resist, but Le Carre ignored it. The events of the next few hours would all depend on how quickly he got there. He had no idea what to expect, but he just hoped he hadn't missed all the fun.
3:47:12- "Let's move it!" Lee said.
Since the gunfire erupted, he went into panic mode. He had assigned his most trusted men to loading up the eleven bots into the two big rigs.
The mansion had a special loading dock that connected to the basement and the kitchen. The bots were being loaded out from the basement. The first truck was being closed up, and the other truck was nearly complete except for the other two bots that were still on their way.
The bots themselves had not been activated, as it takes a couple minutes to run a diagnostics test before letting them run free.
More gunfire could be heard, closer to the loading dock this time. Whoever it was had some balls to take this place head on. Lee hopped into the cab of the first truck, and the driver started it up.
The door opened and the truck left. Lee looked back at the other truck. A man was closing the door, and the truck started up. It took off, following Lee's lead.
3:50:31- "You son of a bitch!" Kazuya screamed.
Hwoarang stood ten feet away from him on the third floor. He was fairly spattered with blood, but it was ok, seeing as none of it was his. The sword was in his right hand, the glimmering silver trying to shine from under the blood that covered it. A Sig Sauer 9mm pistol in his left hand was running out of ammo. There were only four shots left.
"Come and get it, Kazzy!" Hwoarang said.
Hwoarang smiled like the arrogant son of a bitch that he was. He couldn't help it. The heat of the fight made him feel powerful, especially when he was already on a winning streak.
The hallway they were in was small. Many works of art from various Renaissance artists littered the walls. The hall looked like it was more from an art museum than an actual home.
There was no one around, the guards either running off or dead. Hwoarang didn't know where Jin, Julia, or anybody else was. He had only run into guards at this point. Kazuya was a pleasant surprise though. Last time they met, it was at the fourth tournament and Kazuya had beaten Hwoarang to a nearly bloody pulp. The anger for Heihachi had poured from him and he took it out on Hwoarang. It was the reason Hwoarang never won the tournament. He was too busy recuperating in the hospital.
Kazuya charged at him, and he was ready for it. He decided to have some fun with this and threw the weapons on the ground. Kazuya's anger had blinded him, because Hwoarang ducked out of the way and then tripped the older fighter.
Hwoarang watched Kazuya run into a table and then just as quickly get up. He held his arm out, ala Keanu Reeves, and waved for more. This only pissed Kazuya off even more, and he charged him again. Hwoarang ducked out of the way again, waiting for Kazuya the bull to run past him. No, Kazuya had his arm out, ready to clothesline his target.
Hwoarang slammed to the wood floor and Kazuya took advantage of it. He jumped onto Hwoarang's chest and began punching him in the face. Hwoarang couldn't move, his arms pinned by Kazuya's knees.
When he was done pounding his face in, Kazuya picked Hwoarang up by the hair. He was still dizzy from all the blows to the brain and only felt worse when Kazuya threw him into the wall head-on.
Hwoarang held his head, getting up. Kazuya was in control of this. He kicked Hwoarang in the ribs, and then picked him up by the hair again.
Hwoarang hoped that would happen. He snapped up and jumped backwards, pushing his feet into Kazuya's chest.
Kazuya easily let go of his hair, and fell back against the wall. The fight had dragged on to the end of the hall. The third floor was only this hall and it while it was narrow, it didn't go a long way either. Kazuya got up and set his hand on the window, pushing himself away. He stood there, a cut from his cheek noticeably bleeding.
Hwoarang was stone faced. His nose was bleeding from the blows to his face. He wiped the blood onto his jacket sleeve and spit onto the floor.
Kazuya was waiting for an attack, and Hwoarang was going to give it too him. He charged at Kazuya, yelling all the way.
He was ready to just hit him in the face and get it over with, but Hwoarang was smarter than he looked. Kazuya threw a punch aimed at Hwoarang's face, but he ducked it.
Hwoarang grabbed Kazuya's arm, then swung him around. He let go when Kazuya was in front of the window. He crashed through it, falling into only God knows what.
3:55:38- Nina had taken the past hour getting the anti-serum ready. This was a prototype that Lee had come up with in case they needed to put a test subject down who had been infected with the virus. That was six months ago, and the five vials that contained the serum hadn't been touched since. It took her a while to track them down, too.
Now, she had the gun loaded with the serum and she was on the hunt for Jin. While Lee had told her: 'If it happens again', she wasn't going to listen. She had been an assassin long enough to know that somebody you don't trust shouldn't get a second chance to prove themselves. It would only get you killed.
Kazuya had told her to keep an eye on him, anyway. He was worried that he was spending too much time with Julia and not on the matter at hand.
The house was littered with dead bodies. She could tell that Hwoarang must be here, because only he would be stupid enough to take the entire place by himself.
But Jin wasn't that stupid. She walked near the lab and peeked inside. Julia was sitting at the desk, working with different test tubes and beakers. The gunshots must not have bothered her from working.
She had an idea, and it just might work. She walked into the lab.
"Julia?" she asked.
Julia had a beaker in her hand, and she did the one thing Nina never expected. She threw it at her.
Nina ducked out of the way and the beaker exploded into flames against the wall.
"What the fuck!" Nina screamed.
"I'm getting out of here!" Julia yelled.
Julia was reaching after another beaker, and Nina set the serum gun on the floor. Whatever this bitch was on, Nina was going to put her down. She didn't care what Lee wanted with her. She was either going down, or blowing the house up.
Julia took the beaker and began to throw it, when Nina fired her pistol at her. The shot went through her chest. She dropped the beaker.
Jin ran in, curious about the explosion he heard from the lab. He was met with another explosion. The beaker exploded next to Julia, and it tore her apart.
Jin was knocked to the ground, as was Nina. He looked up, and saw Julia's torso fly past his head. The shock never registered that Julia was dead, since the adrenaline was pumping high octane into his blood.
He sat up and looked over at Nina. She was picking up the serum gun off the floor. She was shouting something that he didn't understand. In fact, he couldn't hear it at all. The only noise he could hear was his heart beating in him.
Nina was getting up off the floor, gun in hand. He knew it couldn't be good and got up himself, running out of the room. Nina fired at him, the shot missing him by a few inches.
Jin ran to the end of the hall. There was a window to the outside there. The fire from the lab was spreading into the hall now, and another explosion rocked the house.
Nina ran into the hall and aimed at Jin. She fired. Jin dived into the window, the shot grazing his arm.
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