Author's Note: What up everyone? Moontearz is here once again with another chappie in the saga of Jamie and the Tekken crew! Oh, by the way, this chapter gets kinda graphic at one point…not in a bad way or anything…but don't worry, I know you guys can totally handle it! Believe me it's not gratuitous! In this "edition" Jamie comes face to face with a Nephilim's worst nightmare…but what is that exactly? Read, Review, and find out! Oh, but not in that order )
Lee Chaolon was Kazuya Mishima's adopted brother. He was a genius when it came to the fields of genetics and robotics. His life's work, (his opus if you will) was a robotic soldier named Combot. Making its debut in the 4th King of Iron Fist Tournament, Combot had severe malfunctions due to hasty production, and turned homicidal against Ling Xiaoyu. During the infamous match, Xiaoyu had managed to trash the machine, and the idea for mass production of Combots was apparently scrapped by a furious Lee.
That was what they said.
They were wrong.
Jamie Parker had been in Lee's house for over a half an hour now, and so far, Lee hadn't tried anything…in fact, he played quite a good host, taking Jamie on a tour of his expansive mansion, and handing the Nephilim a glass of soda…Lee himself had a glass of red wine.
"So, you're the latest Nephilim?" Lee asked pleasantly, as if being the Nephilim was something one was employed to do, rather then be chosen for.
God, define secret identity for me again?!
"Um…" Jamie stalled for time by taking a drink of his orange soda.
Lee gave Jamie a smirk, and touched the Nephilim's shoulder in a way that made Jamie slightly uncomfortable. "It's alright Jamie. I know what you are…and I know of your kind."
"Then I guess I don't have to answer." Jamie said lightly taking another sip.
"Well, if it's any consolation," Lee began, turning his back to Jamie. "You're much cuter then the last one."
"Um…thanks, I guess…" Jamie murmured.
Honestly, Jamie was a very open minded person. Back in high school, he had used his Nephilim powers to protect the gay kids, the goths, and the other kids who just didn't quite fit in…which was much like Jamie prior to his Nephalim calling. Jamie actually had a few gay friends…but these friends knew which lines not to cross, and if they did by accident, they would apologize and stop…but Lee was aggressively flirting…and it was somewhat creepy.
"He was somewhat of a short young man. He had incredibly thick, unkempt black hair. You know, Retro 1970's shag? But before that hairstyle made it's come back. He was built like a football player. He kept to himself mostly." Lee continued, swirling the red liquid lightly in his glass.
"Wait? You knew him?" Jamie asked in disbelief.
"Briefly, but then again, you can talk to any of the competitors who have been in the 3rd tournament. Everyone knew of him…but not much about him."
"I know he died trying to stop Ogre, but it killed him…leaving Jin to stop it." Jamie added.
As they spoke they began to walk towards Lee's library. It was a breathtaking room, remarkably spacious, yet cozy. Several dusty, comfortable wing chairs were strategically placed around the room. The walls were filled with thick, dusty volumes. Jamie checked the book spines and found that they mostly dealt with anatomy, physiology, robotics, chemistry and the like.
"Once again, I can't tell you much about him, I never fought Patrick. If you want to know more about him, then perhaps you should speak with Paul Phoenix."
"Paul?" Jamie asked in disbelief.
"Yes, that boorish oaf had officially won the third tournament…but left before Ogre had been resurrected…in fact, he was the one who ended Patrick's run in the tournament. Patrick had only stayed around to stop Ogre…it's too bad too…" Lee trailed off.
"How so?" Jamie asked, leaning in his chair towards Lee.
"Well, a Nephilim is known to be one of the best martial artists in the world. Patrick would have been a perfect subject to test my Combot on…or you." Lee finished with a smirk.
Spider Man had his "spidey-sense" whenever danger was approaching…Jamie had a "Nephilim-sense"…and right now, it was tingling…still, he decided to play dumb.
"But Ling destroyed it, and it was a menace anyway."
"Very true." Lee said with a sigh, staring into the flames of the fireplace.
Jamie downed the last of his soda…but began to feel odd. His normally sharp, eyesight began to dull slightly. He began to feel dizzy, and his muscles start to cramp all at once.
"Um…can I use your bathroom?" Jamie managed to sputter.
Lee directed Jamie where to go, and as Jamie left the library and half walked, half stumbled to the bathroom he thought he saw Lee give his trademark cruel smirk…as if all was going according to plan.
Jamie fell into the bathroom and crawled towards the toilet. The room was on the spin cycle from hell, and he felt like he was on fire inside. His muscles had cramped up on him, before turning completely numb.
Oh shit I think I've been poisoned…
He panicked as he reached the toilet and forced himself to vomit, hoping to get it out of his system before it was too late. He sat there for several minutes, heaving in the toilet…but much to his dismay found that it was all completely useless. The act of heaving his guts out made him waste his precious energy…and he slowly sank to the floor and began to convulse.
…What's happening…
Jamie thought, as the spasms rocked his body…they went on for another five minutes…but then…they stopped.
In fact, everything stopped.
The symptoms were gone almost as quickly as they had come. Slowly Jamie sat up from the bathroom floor and looked around. The room seemed much duller to him, and somewhat blurry. Jamie rubbed his eyes, but that didn't help.
Okay, this is a little creepy…I need to get out now!
Jamie meant to do a "kick up" to get back on his feet. He used this tactic during fights when he was knocked to the ground. Essentially, you place your hands behind your head, fling your legs back, and spring up from your hands…Jamie tried, but fell flat on his back on the cold, hard tile…his head hit with a resounding smack, and he was amazed at the fact that it actually hurt!
"Alright…something is wrong here…my timing…my coordination…I just need to get home and…"
"Jamie! Are you alright?" Lee's voice called from behind the door.
"Uh…yeah! I'm fine!" Jamie called as he slowly stood up, thoroughly shaken at the recent turn of events.
"Really?" Lee called.
"Yeah…gimme a minute!" He replied.
Something was wrong, and Jamie knew that Lee had something to do with it. Frantically, Jamie looked around the bathroom for any kind of escape route. He found it in a window across the room. Jamie quickly ran to it, but found it felt like running through sand…everything still seemed blurry and out of focus…what was going on?
Jamie made it to the window and lightly punched it, expecting it to break into a million pieces…but when he punched the glass the first time, it didn't even crack the glass. In desperation, Jamie flung all his strength into his fist, and this time, he broke the window.
He screamed in agony at his cut hand, he never remembered wounds such as these hurting this bad…the wound didn't heal either…Jamie stared intently at his bloodied hand, wincing in agony.
Heal dammit heal!
"Are you sure you're okay?" Lee's voice again.
"Yes!" Jamie lied.
Suddenly, the door burst off its hinges and flung Jamie against the far wall. Fireworks of pain exploded behind Jamie's eyelids as his head connected with the wall. Lee grinned at him…exposing his unnaturally sharp, elongated fang teeth…
"Then I guess we'll just have to fix that won't we?"
Jamie attempted to push the door off of him, but found that he couldn't…it was as if his strength was…
Oh god! My powers!!! I don't have my powers anymore!!
Lee slowly walked towards Jamie…and he could only stare, wide eyed in fear…
Helpless…
Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!!! The dramatic cliffhanger! Anyway, read and review, you know the drill. I'm not gonna be mean, and like, not update if you don't review but plllleeeeeeaaaasssssseeeeeee doooooooo rrrrreeeeeeeeevvvviiiiiieeeeeeeewwwww!!!
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