Author's Note: Oops…um…I didn't know that Baek Doo San was in Tekken 5! Thanks for that the update krappkarmin…please don't hate me for it! Thanks for not going all psycho, rabid fan on me! I've been kinda busy, so I haven't actually played Tekken 5 in the arcades yet…I know, I'm lame-o, but I will definantly go out and buy it when it comes out for ps2. Anyway, please don't let this stop you guys from reviewing! I luvs me some reviews!!! And I hope you enjoy the latest chappie!!!

Fireworks exploded in the night sky. Dozens of colors burst in the night. The crowd ooed and aahed…and Jamie had to admit that they were very pretty…quite a send off for him…on, most likely, his last night on Earth.

Don't think like that Jamie…don't you dare…Julia and the others promised that they'd find another way…

Jamie wished he could believe them. He wished more then anything that he could…but deep in his heart, he knew that this was the only way…he knew…

This was what being the Nephilim was all about he supposed. There was no way to avoid the inevitable fate that every Nephilim seemed to suffer.

Early death.

He had delayed his death for three years…three years of averting apocalypse, and fighting various beasties and boogeymen that went bump in the night. He had saved countless lives, and laughed in the face of danger more times then he could count…and now…now it would all end.

He hadn't slept at all last night…not after what Jin had discovered about the ritual. Xiaoyu had cried…her words echoed through Jamie's mind like the howls of the damned.

Xiao…it has to be done this way…if this is the only way to stop Devil then this is what I need to do.

No! There has to be another way!! I watched Patrick die all those years ago! I watched him sacrifice his life so that I could live! I can't let them take you Jamie! I can't let you fall like the others!

Jamie shut his eyes tightly, and clenched his fists. A single tear slid down his cheek. He spent the whole night training. Training for the fight he was about to enter. All the while, pondering what would become of him. Julia and the others were knee deep in research, hoping to find some other alternative way to perform the ritual…or maybe another way to destroy Devil? And so far, they had found none.

After he got over the initial shock of what was to happen…and that it was the only way…Jamie started to become eerily calm on the exterior. He even surprised himself when he realized the immediate change of attitude.

If he were to die tonight, he regarded the whole experience more as a child who never did his homework, and got all F's on his report card…and had to face his parents with it. Of course, he dreaded the aspect…but, if it were to happen this way, then maybe this was how it was supposed to end.

The warrior side of him took solace in knowing that his death would save billions of people's lives…if Devil were to keep existing in this reality, in just a few short months, he could probably gain enough power to begin opening up other demonic dimensions into this one…the result would be Hell on Earth.

And that was never fun.

However, his other half…Jamie Parker, the eighteen year old teenager…had some different views on the subject. He would never get to accomplish his goal of finishing school…never getting a chance to try his hand at his life long dream career (photo journalism), never be able to see his brother again, and wonder if he would ever become an uncle when Justin finally settled down. There was so much he still wanted to do in life. He had always wanted to go backpacking in Europe…he had always wanted to get his photo's displayed in an art showcase…he had always wanted to do a lot of things...and now, all of those things would never happen.

Yesterday, Jamie Parker still clung to that firm belief that a Nephilim could live out a semi normal life…yesterday, he had been signing autographs and getting a surprise visit from his brother…he had been happy then…he believed that he could take down Devil soon with the right amount of weapons and motivation…it seemed like so long ago…what had happened?

Jamie wondered what his successor would be like…where would he be from? How old would he be? What kind of music did he like? Would he put Jamie to shame…or from this time out, would Jamie be the last Nephilim in the Hall of Fame? It was a sobering thought to think about one's successor.

Just think…in just a matter of hours, one guys life could change forever…to whomever that guy is…I'm sorry man, I really am…but it was the only way…

Jamie stared at the fireworks one last time…he watched them shoot up in the sky, explode in a dazzling kaleidoscope of colors…before fizzling out into oblivion.

The fireworks kind of reminded Jamie of his life as a Nephilim; the calling was a surprise, and utterly at random (like the noises a firework makes as it ascends towards the heavens) then there's the sheer power you have of facing monsters (the explosion) and then the death…as you eventually fizzle out in history…Jamie had hoped that before he died, he would leave his mark on the world…well, be careful what you wished for…

"They are marvelous aren't they?" A low voice said. "They cost quite a lot of money y'know. I spared no expense…I figured for the last night of the Tournament, I should go all out…for the fans."

"Well…that's really nice of you…always thinking of your fans like that. If you weren't so hideously evil, I might have actually thought that you were a decent man." Jamie said calmly, watching the fireworks.

"Is that your latest snappy comeback? I have to say that it's not your best."

"Then how about this?" Jamie turned and stared full on into the face of pure evil…into the face of Kazuya Mishima. "I will destroy you. I've gone through your pathetic demon army. I've turned your pathetic toy soldiers into scrap metal. I've killed your sick, sadist brother, and your skanky, hell bitch vamp queen. You want a war? Then I'll fucking give you one." Jamie whispered through gritted teeth.

The anger flared up in the Nephilim now…Kazuya loved it…his demonic other half growled hungrily for his delicious, warrior soul…and by the end of the night, it would be his.

"Excellent. Then, let's see what you've got!" Kazuya smirked.

As he said this…a loud, clanging sound emanated from all around the arena. Chain link fences shot up from slots, and enclosed the fighters in the cage. Jamie heard a low buzzing sound come from the fences.

"Since you are so such a special case Jamie…I've taken the liberty in having these fences electrified…oh, it won't kill you…and it won't even hurt…much…unless of course you're pushed up against them…in that case death will come from slowly cooking yourself alive."

"Hm. I didn't think you wanted barbeque Nephilim. I always thought you wanted my soul right?" Jamie asked.

"That's right, and by the end of this night, it will be mine! And then you'll be on my side whether you want to or not." Kazuya added.

"I'm not gonna let you get it without a fight. I'm not that easy!" Jamie snapped.

Soon, the fight began, and the crowd cheered madly. Jamie saw that his brother was in the crowd…along with Tony Hawk, and Bam Margera. Xiao, Hwoarang, Christie, and Steve were in the crowd as well. Julia and Jin hadn't shown. If Jamie were to lose his fight with Kazuya, then Jin was next…he was in the locker room getting ready, and Julia was still researching for an alternative way to kill Devil.

Kazuya moved to punch Jamie in the gut, and the Nephilim meant to block it…but Kazuya was fast…way faster than Hwoarang…in fact, maybe even a little faster then Jamie himself! The blow connected, and Jamie spun through the air and into the fence. A fresh jolt of pain shot up his spine as he landed.

"Is that all you got Nephilim? I've killed old ladies who fought back harder then you did?" Kazuya taunted.

Enraged, Jamie leapt up and ran at Kazuya…he punched and kicked…even landed a few attacks…Kazuya grunted with hit…bit ultimately, they did little damage. There was no reason to hold back on Kazuya…not like Hwoarang…and the fighter's were in awe at the fact that Kazuya and Jamie were practically blonde, and dark blurs in the arena.

The first round lasted for well over fifteen minutes. Every time Kazuya punched or kicked Jamie, it felt like he was being hit by two cinderblocks.

"Y'know it doesn't have to be this way Jamie…you could join my side…" Kazuya goaded.

"Oh Christ! You're pulling that shit on me? Isn't it a little late for that?" Jamie asked as he jump snap kicked Kazuya in the face. "Ummm…no? How's that for a response?"

Kazuya staggered back, but quickly recovered. Jamie cleared the gap between them with a skipping roundhouse kick. Kazuya backed up, but the two were much closer now. Neither could really kick eachother, as they were too close…so they began to grapple with eachother.

"Don't you see? We are like brothers in some ways-"

"Well, in that case, I'm telling mom what you're doing!" Jamie retorted.

Kazuya tried to punch the Nephilim, but he ducked his head. His hands still held fiercely onto Kazuya's shoulders. While ducking, Jamie unleashed his back leg, and his foot smacked into Kazuya. This was Jamie's own "special move" he liked to call it "Dream Bludgeon" The dark prince was flung into the fence with a slam…electricity coursing through his body.

Jamie had won round one.

"Careful whatcha wish for Kazzy! Betcha really hating those electrified fences right now!" Jamie asked with a grin and a wink.

Kazuya angrily rushed and picked Jamie up. The Nephilim wasn't ready for the attack, so he was swept up in his arms. Kazuya used the momentum to fling Jamie hard on the ground. Jamie felt like he was going to vomit when he heard something in the back of his head crack.

Quickly, Jamie spun his legs around in a helicopter motion…the result got him off the ground quickly, and landed a few hits on Kazuya. The two began to unleash complicated combinations on eachother…Jamie tried a right cross and left hook, followed immediately with an elbow to the face, but Kazuya caught Jamie and, grinning wickedly, tore Jamie's arm out of socket!

Jamie made a strange, moaning, "oh" sound as he clutched his limp arm painfully. Not wasting anytime, Kazuya flung him to the ground, and kicked him as hard as he could in the stomach.

Kazuya had won round two.

Jamie was offered to quit, but he refused…instead, painfully, and with the help of a tournament aid, managed to pop his arm back into socket. The resulting, wet snap, made the aid faint, and the pain was still intense…but it slowly ebbed away. Shouts of encouragement ran through the crowd…particularly from his friends, but Justin was mysteriously absent.

Jamie knew something was wrong.

"Where the fuck is my brother?!" Jamie asked through gritted teeth.

Kazuya looked amused. "I'll tell you after the fight."

"Fine. Let's get to kickin' your ass then!" Jamie roared.

The two unleashed dizzying martial arts attacks at eachother…the crowd gasped at the super human nature of the fight…captivated by their every move. Jamie punched, and Kazuya kicked. Jamie dodged everything to the best of his ability but the attacks were painful and brutal. Jamie now realized how much Kazuya hated him, for he was relentless in his attacks. Jamie managed to land a few blows, but they weren't particularly stunning.

Finally, Kazuya back handed Jamie as hard as he could. The attack tore through Jamie's guard, and he actually did a 360 spin because he was hit so hard. Everything was spinning, and Jamie couldn't will his arms or legs to move…his strength was draining. Kazuya grinned evilly at him.

"Time for this little angel to go to Heaven!"

He picked Jamie up in a chokehold, and flung him as hard as he could into the electrified fence. Sparks flew everywhere as Jamie landed against the fence…he was hit so hard that the circuits were completely blown. The only thing keeping him coherent were the constant jolts of electricity shooting throughout his body…finally he fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

Smoke emanated from his blackened clothes, and while his skin and hair were badly burnt, they would heal in about an hour or so. The sickening odor of burning flesh and hair…his flesh and hair! Hung in the air, and made him want to vomit. Jamie attempted to stand, but fell flat on his face.

He had lost. Kazuya had won…there was just no more fight in him. The spirit was more then willing, but the flesh was weak. He was aware of Kazuya walking towards him, and in that moment, Jamie wanted nothing more then to get up, and continue to fight.

That's what happened in the movies afterall? Rocky always seemed to get his second wind…so where was Jamie's?!

Kazuya roughly grabbed Jamie's sizzling hair, and pulled his face up. "You want your brother back so bad don't you? Meet me in at the Hon Maru Temple in two hours! You'll heal by that time, and we can finish this!"

Kazuya flung Jamie's face down, and it hit the grated metal with a resounding thud. Jamie blacked out then, and he wasn't aware of the medics carrying him off The Arena floor…nor did he hear Xiao's racking sobs, or Hwoarang and Steve's threats to the unaffected Kazuya…

Author's Note: Once again, sorry for rushing, but…you know my excuse for that…anyway, once again I'm truly sorry for the Baek Doo San faux pas…please forgive me…I had no idea…but please keep an open mind about this ficcie and read and review! I hope you liked it! Believe me, there's lots more action coming up in the later chappies! Okay, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! And love to everyone!!!!!