Disclaimer: I still don't own Tekken...at all.... bursts into tears
Author's Note: I am sorry to say that I completely forgot about once I got my computer access.... which was recently so please don't be angry. Now, I am back and hopefully I haven't lost my touch. I'm setting up a website and I'll put up the link and you can visit it if you'd like...After it is complete, that is.
Chapter 3 The Violent Stranger and Only Weeks to Live
"Jin I think we should get out of her-----." Ling was cut off by a silver dart with a simple maroon feather piercing her neck. She lost her ability to stand and toppled to the ground as if the finale of a dying samurai. Dropping to her knees first, then falling off to the side, scattering dust into the air.
"Ling!" Jin leaped to her side and gently pulled out the dart immediately. Her face was already pale and she was sweating profusely, moaning in pain. It was poison. A shadow emerged from the trees, so silent, that Jin wouldn't have noticed if darkness didn't cover him and the body of motionless Ling.
"The high school brat has three weeks to live. I am the evil one who has the only antidote. If you want her to survive, you'll meet me at the nightclub known as Fighters' Wonderland at 5pm," the female voice put simply in an Irish accent. "7 o' clock sharp."
"Fine, you bitch," he said smugly, cradling his girlfriend in his arms.
"Good, and don't be late," she warned and disappeared.
"Who in the Hell was that?" Jin asked himself angrily as he rushed out of the woods, hurrying Ling to the best clinic available. He walked into the emergency room with Xiaoyu in his arms. The nurses immediately brought out a gurney and sped her to a private room. Jin followed the entire time and sat in the chair beside her bed while the doctors examined her.
"Kazama-san," the doctor spoke up." "Ling is fatally poisoned and we have no cure."
"How long do you expect her to live?"
"She has three weeks at the most."
"Dammit...that woman wasn't lying..." Jin yelled aloud. "What could she possibly want with us though? We didn't do anything..." He checked his watch. One hour to go...