Tekken 24
Disclaimer: Don't own "24" or "Tekken".
The following takes place between 10:00 am and 11:00 am.
Events occur in real time.
10:00:00- Hwoarang was breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. He raised his right arm and wiped the sweat of his forehead. Sliding down the wall, he sat on the floor of the VIP box. He grabbed the radio off of his bulletproof vest and hit the 'speak' button.
"This is the SAC in the VIP box. I've got an agent down and I'm under sniper fire from the other box across the stadium. I need backup, over?" Hwoarang said.
Nobody responded.
"Somebody answer me, dammit!" He demanded.
A static noise came on the radio, ending with the click, which resumed with the sound of somebody's voice.
"Agent Doo San? We sent a team up into the box. I'll notify you when the situation is neutralized." An agent said.
10:01:13 – A team of four SWAT officers raced down a hallway, headed towards the VIP box stairwell. They kicked the door open and up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
After six flights, the lead agent saw something at the top of the stairs. He could tell it was an explosive and raised his hand, which was balled in a fist. It told his team to stop.
He stood about twenty feet away from the device and he wasn't about to go any closer. If it was a remote device, there would have been more of them. If it was a trip mine, they would have been a wire attached to the detonator. That left only one possibility: proximity. The agent hit the button on his chest which opened up his voice into the radio.
10:03:47 – "Access to the VIP box has been compromised. There is an explosive device attached to the top of the stairwell. I believe it is set to a proximity trigger." The agent said.
"Fuck." Hwoarang swore under his breath.
The possibilities played out in his mind. In one situation, Hwoarang made a mad bolt for the door. A bullet flew the glass and hit him in the temple, decorating the white wall in brain matter gray.
In another situation, he used his sidearm to shoot off the hinges to the door. The noise caused the crowd to panic and that resulted in a riot. Even then, as he ran out the room, the sniper still shot him in the back of the head.
Sitting there in the small hallway, Hwoarang lightly pounded the back of his head against the wall. Frustrated, he slammed his fist against the floor.
"Shit! Why am I always the one who ends up in these types of situations?" Hwoarang yelled.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Meditation was something he didn't really do anymore. He always used to do it before he practiced when he was a kid. Baek demanded it. But once he hit puberty and became the wild child he was now, he just simply stopped. Baek didn't care, as long as he still trained.
Hwoarang relaxed, making sure to take slow, deep breaths. The frustration left him after a few seconds. He continued to concentrate on the sounds around him. Outside, he could hear the roar of the crowd. Inside the room, there was no noise. That was when he opened his eyes.
He looked at the agent on the floor. The man was dead. The wound on his neck had bled out onto the floor, the heel of Hwoarang's shoe barely touching it. Hwoarang looked past the agent, his eyes resting on the rifle. Immediately, an idea came to him.
"Would it work?" he whispered aloud.
He thought about it for a moment and made up his mind. He took out the radio again and hit the button.
"Hey guys, take your time. I'm going to try something up here." Hwoarang said.
"Be careful. Don't get yourself killed." An agent warned over the radio.
Hwoarang stood up and took a deep breath. He was always one for taking risks, but this really took the cake. The chances of this actually succeeding were about as rare as getting pocket aces in Hold 'Em poker.
He jumped out of the hall, diving for the rifle. In a split second, he landed in front of the rifle, aimed, and fired. He didn't even know if he hit anything. Hwoarang popped back the bolt, which ejected the empty shell and brought a new one out from the clip. He then quickly grabbed the rifle and rolled on the floor, trying throw off the aim of the other sniper, just in case he missed.
A bullet flew through the window and narrowly missed him by an inch as he rolled into a new position. Seeing as Hwoarang couldn't see into the other VIP box, he took a blind aim, and fired. The noise of the rifle was reverberating into the stadium. Whatever noise the crowd was making was now deafened by the sound of the powerful rifle in Hwoarang's hands.
He quickly took the rifle and ran back into the hallway. No more shots followed him as he ran for cover. But he had to be sure that the sniper was dead. He poked his head out into the open. Nothing came, which was a relief for Hwoarang.
"Hwoarang, what's your sit rep?" Le Carre said, his voice crackling over the radio.
"We've got one agent dead. I was under sniper fire, but I don't think that's going to be a problem anymore. But we're going to need more bodies over here for crowd control. I had to make a bit of noise and it got their attention." Hwoarang said.
"Ok. I already sent plenty of backup; I don't want Lee getting away from us. Have you found the bots yet?" Le Carre said.
10:10:10 – Hwoarang turned around, ready to answer Le Carre's question, but was met with a hard right cross to the face, compliments of Steve Fox.
He dropped the rifle and the radio, stumbling backwards. Steve advanced him, giving him a left jab to the face. Hwoarang had been dizzied, and Steve took full advantage of it by delivering a blow to the stomach.
The gut shot forced Hwoarang against the wall near the right side of the window. His mind was still recovering from the shock of the attack. Steve attacked again, a left cross connecting with Hwoarang's jaw, causing him to spit blood from his mouth against the wall. He finally recovered and tackled Steve, pushing him until his back slammed against the wall on the other side of the room.
Steve retaliated, joining his fists and slamming them into Hwoarang's back. Hwoarang yelled in pain. Steve quickly grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, and punched him in the face, or so he thought. Hwoarang had grabbed the fist and snap kicked Steve in the chest. Steve fell to the floor. Hwoarang crossed in front of the window.
"Don't ever fuck with the hair!" Hwoarang yelled.
Steve bolted off the floor and tackled Hwoarang, the two crashing through the window and out onto the canopy the covered the stands below. The two of them rolled, Steve stopping himself not very far from the window. Hwoarang continued to roll down, not able to grab a hold of anything. He fell off, grabbing hold of the last bit of canopy with one hand. The crowds all stared at him in amazement, wonder, curiosity, and horror. They had no clue what was going on.
Steve got back up into the room and left, running off to who knows where.
10:15:02 – Hwoarang's arm strained, trying to keep him from falling the sixty feet to the seats below. If he fell, the chances of his survival would be limited.
The crowd stared at him, afraid he was going to fall. Hwoarang might not be in the best shape, but he surely didn't have a death wish. He slowly began to pull himself up, finally grabbing a hold of the edge with his other arm.
His arm muscles bulged as he pulled himself up onto the ledge. As soon as he got a foot up onto the ledge, he rolled himself onto the ledge. His mouth was hanging open, taking in all the air it could.
Hwoarang was exhausted, but he knew he had to go after Steve. He stood up and climbed back into the VIP room, checking his face for any open wounds as he walked back in.
Suddenly, the other VIP box exploded across the stadium. Immediately, the crowd panicked. Hwoarang heard people screaming and yelling. A mass of people began to flood the exits.
Hwoarang grabbed the radio strapped to his vest.
"We have an explosion coming from the West side VIP box. The crowd's panicking; they're flooding the exits!" Hwoarang yelled into the radio.
Hwoarang knew what the explosion was. The team must have tried to disable it, and in the process it must have gone off. He darted into the VIP box and out the door. The shit had just hit the fan, and he had no clue what to do.
10:19:57 – Lee Chaolan was where he had been for the past half an hour. He saw and heard the gunfire. He even saw Hwoarang dangling from the VIP box. But he wasn't about to be apart of the chaos that the large crowd was causing.
Even now, he could tell he was being watched, and it definitely wasn't from Hwoarang's group. It was his employer – William Amstel. The man was very rich and crazy as hell. He thought he could take over the world if he funded Lee's research into the Combots. More than likely, especially after Nina's incident, Amstel had somebody placed at the stadium to make sure that everything went smoothly.
Lee knew how to take care of this. He pulled out his PDA and accessed the programming to the three bots on site. He needed to move them. There were three bots: Lei, Anna, and Hwoarang.
He sent Lei to the front doors, which is where he figured the majority of the crowd would be going. He kept Anna with Ling, while he sent Hwoarang after Hwoarang. It only seemed fitting. The only regret that Lee had was that he wouldn't be there to see it.
Lee got out of his seat and put his PDA in his suit jacket. He had to get out of here, but with the crowd, he figured he might have to wait for an opening. He didn't want hundreds of people following him as he made a mad dash out of here.
10:23:18 – Hwoarang ran down the hallway behind the concession stands. He needed to get to the front of the stadium, and this was the best way given the situation with the crowd. Le Carre had told him over the radio that he was on his way and that the backup should be there. He had no clue as to how many other agents would be on site, but given the crowd, he figured it was a good amount.
He didn't care about the amount of backup, what he really wondered was why hadn't Lee released the virus. It really was anyone's guess as to why he didn't, but Hwoarang had his money on Lee releasing it as soon as he saw him crashing through the VIP room window. If Hwoarang was Lee, he would have released the virus right there and then would have gotten the hell out of there.
Hwoarang burst out of the door at the end of the hall and saw the one thing he didn't expect: himself. The bot had seen him exit and immediately began attacking.
First was a kick aimed high for Hwoarang's face, which he ducked. The real Hwoarang countered with a punch to the bot's face. The impact of bone to steel wasn't pleasant, and this was the same with the impact of the punch. It hurt like hell.
Hwoarang backed off, shaking off the pain in his hand. He sure wasn't about to punch the bot again, seeing as it didn't even faze the damn thing.
The bot charged for him, and in one fluid motion, he grabbed the bot's left hand with his left hand and spun around, connecting his foot with the back of the bot's head. The bot fell to the concrete floor and immediately got up.
The feeling of fighting himself was unreal. He never would have thought that he would be fighting the bot that looked like him.
Hwoarang just remembered that he still had his sidearm. He pulled it out and checked the clip. He had two bullets in the clip with one in the chamber. He put the clip back in the gun and charged the bot.
The bot was had jumped, which only made the impact worse. Hwoarang had opened into a jump kick. The impact knocked the bot onto the floor. Hwoarang hopped onto the bot, straddling its chest. He quickly pointed the gun at the bot's head and pulled the trigger. The bot laid still, the bullet killing it instantly.
Hwoarang got up off the dead bot and ran for the main entrance.
10:30:00 – Steve was probably as confused as anybody else. He didn't know what the hell was going on. But he knew he didn't want to get caught. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour, mainly due to what Lee had told him to do in case Hwoarang actually showed up.
He was supposed to kill Ling. And as he raced down the dimly lit stairwell that led down into the storage basement under the pitcher's mound, he wasn't sure if he could do it to her.
He never was the type of person who could just kill somebody and leave it be. He had plenty of opportunity to finish off Hwoarang, but he just couldn't. If he couldn't kill somebody he didn't like, he knew he couldn't kill somebody that he did like. No amount of money could make him do that either. If there was one thing Steve Fox definitely had, it was a guilty conscience.
He stopped halfway down the stairwell and pulled the Beretta out of his waistband. He knew he couldn't do it. Would it really be that bad if he let her go? It almost didn't matter if he pulled the trigger or not, if the bot went off, she'd be dead anyway.
His cell phone rang. He pulled it out and flipped it open.
"Yeah?" Steve answered.
"It's me." Lee said.
"Where are you?" Steve asked.
"It doesn't matter. The money has already been transferred into your account. If you want more work, meet me back at the Zaibatzu in an hour." Lee said.
"What about Ling?" Steve asked.
Lee didn't respond right away. Steve didn't want to kill her. He was going to stuff Lee's order anyway if he decided to want her dead. He didn't care, and besides, how would Lee find out?
"Leave her." Lee said, hanging up.
Steve put the phone back in his pocket and the gun back in his waistband. He remembered Lee's offer, but he wasn't sure if he wanted it. Steve earned over a million dollars for his help on this botched operation, and that was enough to pay off the mob back in London. He wasn't about to press his luck.
Steve ran back up the stairs towards the surface. He needed to find a safe way out of the stadium.
10:33:43 – Gavin Le Carre was sitting in the passenger's seat of a marked car. It was just pulling into the stadium and he could believe what he was looking at.
Nearly fifty different police and ATU vehicles were surrounding the front entrance to the stadium. Reports had told him that nearly thirty-six thousand people were inside the stadium. Crowd control was a problem, and he wasn't sure if they could properly handle it.
Le Carre's decision was to keep them inside. It was the only way to contain the virus if it had been released. Plus, he hadn't heard from Hwoarang since he responded to the backup call. Getting just a bit anxious, Le Carre pulled out his cell phone and called Hwoarang.
"Yeah." Hwoarang said, sounding like he was out of breath.
"What's the situation in there?" Le Carre asked.
"I took one bot down. Lee must have sent it after me. I'm heading to the front now. If I were Lee, I'd have the bots follow the crowd." Hwoarang said.
"Which bot did you take down?" Le Carre asked.
"The one that looked like me. Hey look, should we start moving these people out? It's getting insane in here. The crowds are looting the different concession stands in here. It's just a matter of time before it starts getting really violent." Hwoarang said.
"I'm keeping everyone inside until we know the virus hasn't been released."
"Why? Couldn't we just let them out one at a time? If we come across a bot, we know what they look like. We can just take them down." Hwoarang said.
"With nearly forty thousand people in there, bringing them out separately would take days to go through. Besides, there's still three other bots somewhere. We know of two others, but there's still one more I didn't find off of Lee's computer. It could be anyone." Le Carre said.
"So what do you suggest?" Hwoarang asked.
"Keep moving towards the front. We need to find the bots we know about first. After we dispatch them, we can start bringing them out in groups for examination. We have the cure for this virus, so if it's released around twenty or thirty people, we won't have a problem." Le Carre said.
Hwoarang didn't respond. Le Carre could hear him breathing hard over the line.
"What's going on?" Le Carre asked.
"I'm at the front door. Which two bots did you say were left?" Hwoarang asked.
"I didn't, but we've got for sure Anna Williams and Lei Wulong. Lei's in protective custody right now, so it's definitely the bot if you see him. Plus, Anna's body was recovered hours ago, so it would also be the bot in that case." Le Carre said.
"I see Lei. I'm going after him." Hwoarang said.
"Be careful." Le Carre said.
He pointed the driver towards the front entrance. Le Carre was going to try to give as much backup as possible.
The mass of security vehicles had made a circular blockade in front of the entrance, which seemed appropriate. Le Carre's vehicle was granted access into the small area, where three smaller vehicles had parked.
As soon as the car stopped, Le Carre heard gunfire coming from inside the entrance. He rushed out of the car, pulling his gun. Ten other agents did the same after they heard the shots.
Le Carre and the other agents stood in front of the six sets of automatic sliding doors. All of which had people rushing them. On some the glass was cracked in some spots, but not completely broken. Given the thickness of the glass, it would take a lot more pressure to break the glass.
Suddenly, Hwoarang came crashing through the middle set of doors. He landed on his back, rolling across the broken glass, which must have been cutting up his back. Le Carre could tell that he was barely conscious as Hwoarang rolled to a stop twenty feet in front of him.
Walking out through the broken door was Lei, or the robotic version of him. Le Carre raised his weapon at the bot, but he wasn't going to shoot just yet. He didn't want a flood of civilians coming out as he fired. The last thing they needed was casualties.
"Open fire!" one of the other agents yelled.
"No!" Le Carre yelled, but it was too late.
The agents fire for no more than three seconds. The bullets hailed the bot, which fell to the glass-littered pavement. Whatever made the bot tick was definitely not working anymore.
"One to go." Le Carre whispered.
He just hoped that nobody accidentally got shot. From the silence that came from the immediate crowd inside the entrance, it sounded like nobody was hurt. He was mad that the agents fired upon the bot at first, but changed his mind after thinking about the threat that it gave.
Le Carre ran over to Hwoarang, who was holding his back. At least the son of a bitch was conscious.
"Jesus Christ, are you ok?" Le Carre asked.
"Is that what they're calling me now?" Hwoarang asked.
Le Carre couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. Hwoarang sat up, wincing from the all the pain his body had sustained.
"Seriously, how are you feeling?" Le Carre asked.
"Like I just got thrown through a reinforced-steel door. You?" Hwoarang answered.
"Oh, I'm just peachy. You ok to work?" Le Carre asked.
Hwoarang didn't answer him. He was deep in thought. For the past day he had been thinking in the moment, and suddenly a 'What if' question popped into his head. He just couldn't answer it. The fact that he didn't know scared him.
Le Carre squatted down next to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, you there?" Le Carre asked.
"Tell me something. If we get through this thing, what's going to happen to me? I doubt that I'll be working for the ATU. I've got no money; I've got no place to live. I just don't know what to expect." Hwoarang said.
"Look. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be where we are now. I can guarantee that you'll be well compensated for your time and your pain. After today, you'll have nothing to worry about." Le Carre said.
Le Carre's phone rang.
"Yeah." He said.
Hwoarang continued to sit there. He closed his eyes and raised his head up. He sat there, the near midday sun pouring UV rays onto his face.
"Gavin, I just picked up something on the Infrared satellite. It looks like we have an unidentified person leaving the stadium." An agent said over the phone.
"It's got to be Lee. Where did you find him?" Le Carre asked.
Hwoarang was listening. Once he heard Lee's name, he stood up.
"He's in the northwest quadrant. He's probably looking for a car near the exit." The agent said.
"Northwest Quadrant? That area was locked down as soon as agents were on site." Le Carre said.
Hwoarang heard the location and immediately took off in that direction. It was nothing but pure drive that made him move now. Le Carre turned around in time and noticed him running off, which made him mentally swear. He wondered how many second winds the kid had.
"Don't ask me how he got out, because I honestly don't know." The agent said.
"Is there anything else?" Le Carre asked.
"Yeah, you wanted me to check the schematics for anything out of the ordinary?" the agent said.
"Yeah. What'd you find?" Le Carre said.
"I found a small storage room that is directly underneath the pitcher's mound. It struck me as odd just because of where it was. The closest access point is a stairwell behind Concession Stand C." the agent said.
Le Carre snapped his fingers at a group of five agents who helped take down the bot minutes prior. They looked at him for a second, wondering why the hell he was snapping his fingers at them like they were servants. Le Carre put his hand over the mouthpiece.
"Guys, follow me. We've got a lead." He said.
They promptly began to follow him as he walked inside the stadium. The crowd was dying down due to an ingenious idea by some agent to get over the P.A. system and tell everyone to return to their seats. Surprisingly it worked. Le Carre saw the stand that the agent specified, and began moving toward it.
"I see it. Thanks for the lead." Le Carre said before hanging up.
10:42:52 – Steve was almost in the clear. He was in the parking lot and running towards the North Gate exit. Nobody saw him climb off the loading dock and he felt that he was home free. He was so excited.
He knew what he was going to do once he got out and paid off the mob. He was going rejoin the circuit and show everyone how much of a prize fighter he really was. Then, when that dream had been achieved, he was going to move to Jamaica.
In Steve's eyes, the nearly half mile distance from him to the gate seemed like it was ten feet away and that he would be there at any second. He could almost taste his freedom. Sadly, those dreams would never happen.
Hwoarang came out of nowhere and smacked him across the face with his gun. Steve flew right into the back of a car, his body still moving from the adrenaline. His mind and body had a delay. Steve didn't stop until nearly a whole second after Hwoarang bitch-slapped him.
Steve was sprawled across the pavement, gun in hand, and completely unconscious. Hwoarang looked at him for a second, and then noticed his gun. He threw his empty gun onto the ground and grabbed Steve's Beretta. He quickly checked the clip and then ran onto the top of a car. Off in the distance, Hwoarang could see Lee, and he was getting closer to the exit.
10:47:18 – Le Carre had his gun out in front of him as he cautiously ran down the stairs with five other agents in tow. So far, they met no resistance. But in this case, that was a very good thing and a very bad thing. Good in the fact that he didn't have to shoot at anything. Bad in the fact that the Anna bot had not been found and he had no clue where to look for it.
At the bottom of the stairwell was a long hallway which eventually opened up into the storage room. He could see in the dim light that Anna was standing at the end of the hallway. He took a wild guess and figured that somebody else was in the room.
"This is Special Agent in Charge Gavin Le Carre, if anybody is in this facility, identify yourselves now." He yelled.
Nobody responded. He waited another moment, thinking about how cold it was down here. It sort of felt like a walk-in freezer, only it was very wet and damp. The floor was wet, and the room reeked of a growing mold. Whatever this place was used for, it certainly wasn't for storing food. At least that's what he hoped.
"Gavin!" Ling yelled.
"Ling?" he called out.
"The bot's on a proximity trigger, don't come in!" she yelled.
"Thanks." He said.
He aimed at the head of Anna and fired one shot. The noise from the gun was ten times louder than it had a right to be. The bullet hit the bot right in the forehead. It fell to the ground, and Le Carre slowly advanced with his men. As he walked into the room, the bot didn't go off. He finally put his gun away when he saw Ling. Le Carre ran over to Ling, while he let the other agents take care of the bot.
"Where's Hwoarang?" she asked.
"Chasing after Lee, I suppose." Le Carre said.
"Did he release it?" she asked.
"No. I figured that would have been the first thing he'd do when he found out we were here." Le Carre said.
"Something strange is going on. I don't know what exactly, but Lee has something up his sleeve." Ling said.
"Tell me about it." Le Carre said.
10:53:39 – Hwoarang was close enough. He jumped onto another car and fired two more shots at Lee and missed.
Hwoarang had finally caught up to the bastard, and had fired at him, wasting nearly half of the clip he had in his gun.
The two continued to run, one chasing the other. Lee had already returned fire once, causing Hwoarang to duck behind a car for cover. After Hwoarang had popped off his two, Lee returned fire once again.
Hwoarang ducked behind another car, hearing three bullets bury themselves in the metal frame of the car in front of him. He then came out and fired two more shots. Lee was running on top of a car when Hwoarang fired. A bullet tore its way into the calf of Lee's left leg, and he fell face first onto the car he was standing on.
Hwoarang ran up to where Lee had fallen. When he got there, Lee was gone. A small smear of blood was the only thing present on the dark blue hood of the car.
He looked around for Lee, staying right where he was. He stayed completely quiet, knowing that Lee could pop out from anywhere. If he did, Hwoarang was ready to put a bullet in between Lee's eyes. God knows he deserved it.
The sun glared off the windows of the many cars in the lot, right into Hwoarang's eyes. It was getting hot out for a spring day. He guessed that it had to be reaching the seventy degree mark.
He continued to stare at the other cars, swearing to himself whenever he saw a tinted window. Lee had to be hiding between two cars. It was only logical. He started to move up the aisle, looking for Lee.
10:57:44 – Lee's calf was bleeding profusely. He had torn a sleeve of his suit jacket and made a tourniquet out of the black fabric. He quietly grunted at the pain that shot up his leg as he tightened it.
He then picked up his gun off the ground. Hwoarang's assumption was correct: he was hiding between two cars; minivans to be precise. He leaned over and looked under one to see if he could spot Hwoarang.
He could see the feet of the young Korean walking in his direction. At his current pace, he would be there in twenty seconds. That's when Lee got an idea. He got up off the ground and relocated between two more cars.
Lee then took out his phone and looked for the one number he never recognized, the number that Hwoarang called him from when he killed Drake. He hit send.
Suddenly, Hwoarang's phone rang loudly.
"Shit!" Hwoarang yelled.
Hwoarang frantically grabbed his phone, trying to shut it off. That's exactly what Lee hoped for. He came out from behind the car he was hiding behind and drew his gun, the tip of the barrel less than a foot away from Hwoarang's chest. Lee fired three times, sending the bullets right into Hwoarang's bulletproof vest.
Hwoarang screamed as he fell to the ground, clutching his chest. The pain feeling like he had been hit by baseballs traveling over a hundred miles an hour.
Lee ran off and smashed open the window of the closest SUV. He quickly hotwired the car and drove off.
The pain was almost unbearable. Hwoarang could feel his chest closing up. He was only able to take in short breaths. He had no clue what was happening, but if it wasn't for the devil gene, he probably would have been seriously injured. The gene almost immediately took effect; the pounding noise of his heartbeat slowly subsiding from his head.
Slowly, he got up off the ground and pried the bullets from the vest. He then picked up his gun and walked to the car in front of him. Like Lee, he busted out the window and got in. He made quick work of the wires, the engine turning over without a fight.
He pulled out into the aisle, put the clutch in gear, and slammed the pedal to the floor.
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Bonus Features Pt. 2 –
Well, the biggest portion of features will be for the final chapter, which I hope to post sometime later this week. But for now, I hope these will do.
I have always loved the idea of soundtracks. It helps display the emotion of a story when strict dialogue cannot. This really applies to novels, I think. While none of these songs were especially made for these stories, I think they definitely fit the bill for the story.
As a DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these songs, and these two "albums" do not really exist. This is for entertainment purposes only. No profit has been made from mention of any of these songs.
Tekken 24: Day One OST:
1.Session (by Linkin Park, from the album "Meteora")
2. Price to Play (by Staind, from the album "14 Shades of Gray")
3. Shadow on the Sun (by Audioslave, from the album "Audioslave")
4. Forfeit (by Chevelle, from the album "Wonder What's Next")
5. Because of You (by Nickelback, from the album "The Long Road")
6. New Beginning (by Trapt, from the album "Trapt")
7. Your Disease (by Saliva, from the album "Every Six Seconds")
8. Sick Sad Little World (by Incubus, from the album "A Crow Left To The Murder")
9. From The Inside (by Linkin Park, from the album "Meteora")
10. Burning Bright (by Shinedown, from the album "Leave A Whisper")
11. Bodies - Vrenna's XXX Tweaker Mix (by Drowning Pool, from the "XXX Soundtrack)
12. Krwlng (by Linkin Park, from the album "Reanimation")
And now for something really unexpected†(Note: Songs are subject to change)
Tekken 24: Day Two OST:
1. Puddle of Mudd – Nobody Told Me
2. Staind – Outside
3. Theory of a Dead Man – Invisible Man
4. Nickelback – Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)
5. Dexter Freebish – Ghosts
6. Stone Sour – Bother
7. Blue Oyster Cult – Don't Fear The Reaper
8. Syntax – Destiny
9. The Wallflowers – Everybody Out of The Water (New Frontier)
10. Rolling Stones – Paint It Black
11. Sevendust – Enemy
12. Linkin Park – Wth You (feat. Chairman Hahn, Aceyalone)
13. Finger Eleven – Suffocate
14. Seether – Sold Me
15. Audioslave – Show Me How To Live
Stay tuned for the final chapter "11 am - 12 pm", which will up by next weekend!