Disclaimer: I don't own these Tekken characters people! . Namco does.

Author's notes: Ok....I'm a lazy ass so the writing structures bad. . I also can't spell if you find any mistakes. This is my second fic so be nice! REVIEWING IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!

Tekken 4- Aftermath

Chapter 8

Luckily for Hwoarang, Steve didn't remember anything about what had happened in the hospital room.

After one final check up the doctor had cleared Steve to go that very day.

Hwoarang was suffering from terrible bouts of guilt and he was disgusted in himself for giving into that controlling bastard. But that was not the only thing that had freaked him out that day.

After shooting cum all over the hospital bed the Korean had blasted the shit out of Jin and told him to fuck off and never come anywhere near him or Steve again and if he did Hwoarang swore to God that he would kill the Japanese man.

During this Jin was suffering strange convulsions and his face was contorting in between fury and fear. The doctor and a patrol of nurses came barging into the room and Jin opened his mouth wide and in an inhuman snarl he had vanished in a flurry of what looked to be leather, bat-like wings through the open window.

Hwoarang blamed the disturbance on an escapee from the psychiatric ward and the hospital staff didn't notice the sticky bed next to Steve's either.

Now Steve was sleeping peacefully on the futon next to his unfaithful lover with his broken arm in a sling. The Korean was too beside himself with guilt to sleep but he didn't want to leave the European's side, acting like it was the only duty that he could do for Steve.

Hwoarang was alerted by the sudden panic of Steve in his sleep. He was muttering and his eyelids were fluttering in discomfort before it all stopped and Steve opened his eyes wide and abruptly sat straight up.

"Jin, what are you doing in there? You sound awful!" Ling was frantically scrabbling at the door trying to get Jin's permission to enter his sacred space.

"I don't care what you say, I'm coming in." She barged in the room to find the floor covered in blood and guts. She raised a hand to her mouth to hold in her vomit.

There was Jin, sitting with his back to a mirror frantically wrenching at the foot long protrusions coming out of his back. Freshly grown wings that he was trying to rip out with his hands

A fresh corpse of a brown haired woman was lying on the bed with her intestines drooping over the side of the bed and spilling onto the floor.

"Jin! What are you doing!?" Ling exclaimed in shock as she rushed over to the Japanese man.

He slumped his shoulders and put his head in his hands. "There's nothing I can do Ling, I'm turning into this…this monster! I can feel myself losing the battle for my sanity. I can't live like this!"

"Oh, Jin." She dashed into his arms, hugging the Japanese man firmly. His eyes flashed red for a moment and he struggled out of her grasp. As he pulled away Ling accidentally scratched his back leaving blood on her fingers.

Jin yelped like a dog and fled his resort, leaving Ling alone with the disturbing mess he made.

"You fucked him didn't ya?!" Steve yelled to Hwoarang

"I-I-I, I have no excuse… I'm sorry." Hwoarang was defeated already. He could sense the disappointment in Steve's tone.

"Why did you do it Hwoarang?" Steve was almost reduced to tears, he had really put his faith into the Asian that had betrayed his trust and spat in his face.

"Steve…" Hwoarang moved up to touch his cheek. "Please forgive me. It was nothing…"

"Don't FUCKING TOUCH ME!!" Steve delivered a blow to the Asian's cheek, hard enough to pierce the skin. The red head fell to the ground. Holding his left cheek as he got up, blood running over his fingers with a look of extreme shock on his face.

"I loved you but I knew there was something between you and that fucking Jap! Now get out. I don't ever want to see you again!"

Hwoarang turned around, tears streaming down his face and he ran from the room.