Authors Note: Jamie Parker and the Nephilim are the creations of the community inside my head…as for everything else, they all belong to Namco…dammit!
The airplane glided serenely through the night sky, bathing the plane in cool moonlight. Most of the occupants were sleeping peacefully, letting the quiet, roar of the jets lull them to sleep. Most, but not all. Eighteen year old James "Jamie" Parker was wide awake, and quietly listening to music on his laptop. It was a gift, from his older brother when he had graduated high school. Jamie wondered how he had functioned for the past eighteen years without it. As he tapped the keys lightly, images danced across the frames of his square, black, "geek chic" reading glasses, like an old movie. Jamie was wired tonight, and found that he couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. To pass the time, Jamie reflected on the latest turn of events to happen in his incredibly eventful life. He was heading for Japan…Tokyo to be precise, to participate in the Fifth King of Iron Fist Tournament. It was supposed to be a great honor to participate in this world renowned tournament, and under normal circumstances, Jamie would have been thrilled…but of course "normal" was a term used incredibly loosely in the life of a Nephilim…a young man who is chosen to fight demons, and other forces of darkness. With supernatural speed, and strength, rapid healing, and exceptional combat prowess, the Nephilim are a great threat to the secret society of demons, who everyday, attempt to destroy mankind. Jamie had been the Nephilim for the past two years, and had proved that he was quite good at what he did. In two short years, Jamie had saved the world from apocalypse, and various other big bads and other nasties…but this time, he would face an enemy far worse then anything he had ever fought. Jamie had been assigned by the priests in The Vatican, to face a man named Kazuya Mishima…a man who possessed the mysterious Devil Gene…a horrific mutation that turns it's hosts into horrific "Devils". Kazuya, who was now in the thralls of the Devil Gene, had plans to extract the gene from his son Jin…thus, making the Devil within him unkillable, and insanely powerful. Jamie had to put a stop to this, and the only way he could, was to enter the tournament.
So much for going to the X-Games with Justin…
He thought bitterly. Jamie wasn't the only Nephilim to participate in The King of Iron Fist Tournament. A Nephilim named Patrick fought…and was killed in the battle to stop the rise of the demon named Ogre…Suddenly, Jamie's train of thought was immediately derailed when the large man sitting next to him had a sudden gastrointestinal reaction to the plane's shifting.
Urrghh…I hope to God we land soon! If I don't die in this tournie, then I'll keel over from suffocation! There're much cooler ways to die, and I don't wanna be known as the Nephilim who suffocated to death just 'cause the wide ride next to me can't stop trapping me in a Dutch Oven!!