Author's Note: HOLY HELL!!!! Who knew that there was so much going on in Tekken 5?! Oh well, that's two things I've royally screwed up. (Jinpachi and Baek) Once again, I'm completely sorry for the mixer uppers, so please forgive me! Oh, and I haven't found a way to add symbols that mean "new scene" so I'm going to say things in parenthesis from now on for example…(5 minutes later…) Thanks to everyone who take the time to review! Much love to everyone!!! AND PLEASE REVIEW!!! CUZ IT'S LIKE PIXIE STICK SUGAR TO CRAZY WRITERS LIKE ME!!!!!!!
Jamie was aware of pain…well, not so much pain, but more of a steady, driving ache. His body felt like a gigantic bruise, and he groaned in agony. His memory came back to him with startling clarity. He remembered fighting Kazuya…remembered getting his shoulder dislocated…and finally, his electrocution…
Kazuya had flung Jamie as hard as he could into that fence. And Jamie was pumped with about as much electricity as death row victims get in the electric chair…it should have killed him…but it didn't.
Apparently, Kazuya knew a lot about Jamie's Nephilim physiology, and this frightened him. Kazuya knew just the right amount of torture to apply to Jamie before he would die…literally, after that match, Jamie felt like he was on the brink of death.
As Jamie slowly began to open his eyes, he heard voices around him.
"…he's waking up!" Steve proclaimed.
"…oh my God, it's a miracle!" Christie said.
"…be careful! Let him get up on his own…" Hwoarang stated gently.
"He will be okay…won't he?" That was Xiao's voice.
"You heard what the paramedics said…that was enough electricity to kill a man…it's a miracle that he's even breathing." The typical scientific jargon of Julia.
Suddenly, Jamie remembered his brother…and what Kazuya had said;
"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!"
The revelation made Jamie's eyes shoot open, and he moaned in a mix of agony and anguish. He quickly moved to sit up…but found the world spinning, so he lay back down.
"Easy, easy there!" Julia soothed.
"Don't try to get up man, you're a wreck." Steve warned.
"It doesn't matter…I need to save my brother! I need to-" Jamie struggled as Hwoarang and Steve attempted to hold him down.
Jamie struggled free, and got out of bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt, or pants, only a pair of boxers with rubber duckies on them…they seemed so silly and childish to him now…when was he going to learn to dress more like an adult? The whole idea of dying in a pair of rubber duckie boxers sounded completely idiotic, and he would probably be known as the only Nephilim in history to die in a pair of joke boxers.
"Jamie, think reasonably! You're too weak to fight Kazuya now! You saw what he's done to you! Let yourself heal, and we'll get him tomorrow!" Xiaoyu argued.
"He has my brother. He told me to meet him in two hours and that's what I'm gonna do." Jamie replied simply as he rummaged through his bags.
"Jamie…wait a minute! We're not ready yet! I mean, you're still weak, and we haven't found another way to stop Devil…without killing you in the process!" Julia exclaimed.
Jamie pulled on a pair of baggy, green cargo pants, a gray t-shirt, and a black hoodie with the Trans Am., logo emblazoned on the front.
"Then that's what we'll do…" Jamie replied calmly.
He reached under his bed, and pulled out the lacquered Chinese box. The weapons in there were compact…and would do fine for close combat…but would be entirely useless against Devil.
"Jamie! Wait, it doesn't have to be like this!" Hwoarang said desperately.
"Yes it does Hwoarang! I'd think that you of all people would understand me! This is my life, and this is how I will die!! This is my destiny!!" He shouted…then his voice softened a little. "I've been so selfish these past three years…all I did was think about how I could somehow bypass my own fate…I should have just accepted it…like all the other Nephilim before me…you can never change fate…well, now I have a chance to save the whole world! I can literally, give the gift that, I guess, keeps on giving…now, if you won't help me, then I'll just go after Kazuya myself!!" Jamie exclaimed.
All was silent for a minute…until Xiao finally broke it:
"The Hon Maru temple is in the forest behind Mishima Manor..." She stated.
"It's probably going to be heavily guarded, so we'd better stop off at one of my men's weapons shop and pick up a few things." Hwoarang added.
"It might be in our best interest to track Jin down too…I mean, he lived there for a couple of year's right?" Steve asked.
"He won the tournament…so he's probably on his way back to the hotel now…those interviews can be a bitch." Christie added with folded arms.
"Good plan…if I can't kill Devil in time before my energy drains out, then he's the only one who's strong enough to take him down." Jamie stated.
"A coordinated attack would probably be best. If the mansion is guarded, then we could take out the sentries, while Jamie and Jin run over to the Hon Maru temple." Julia stated as if she were a drill sergeant.
"Alright. If we're all good with that plan then let's mount up!" Jamie stated.
(An hour later…)
Jin had caught up with Jamie's little vigilante twenty minutes down the road. The group had been outfitted with new weapons…courtesy of Hwoarang. Crossbows, swords, and daggers were passed around between the assemblage of friends. Jin and Jamie headed up the small cadre…and Jamie honestly thought that they were like 18th century villagers going to storm Dracula's castle like in all those silent, black and white movies from the 1920's.
They walked with limited conversation between them…everyone felt the weight of the mission…of the world on their shoulders…if they were to fail, then…well, they all could use their imagination.
They didn't have to walk far to get into Mishima Manor. It was near the hotel so that Kazuya could make the trek from the hotel to him home. The mansion was huge, and it towered over them like a watchful parent. Lights were on, but it didn't look like anybody was home.
"How many rooms are in here?" Jamie asked.
"137," Jin replied. "The best way to get to Hon Maru would be through the solarium on the third floor."
"Really? I was thinking that we could just take the back door." Jamie stated sarcastically.
Hwoarang whistled. "Man, 137 rooms? How do you rich people find your way around?"
"It can be kinda confusing…I mean, I lived there for awhile, and I was still getting lost." Xiaoyu added.
"Great…did I mention how much I'm NOT in the mood for mazes and puzzles?" Christie asked.
"Don't worry pet, I'll protect you." Steve said, protectively wrapping his arm around Christie's shoulder.
"Well, let's get going then." Julia said.
The seven friends walked through the door, and into the very center of hell itself…
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The mansion's foyer was dark and quiet. Potted plants tastefully adorned the front hall. The manor itself was an oddity as far as interior design went. It combined both western and modern influences with traditional Japanese decorum. One would think that the two combined styles would clash and look tacky…but Mishima Manor seemed to carry it off tastefully.
Seeing the tatami floor mats, and the low tables made Jamie somewhat nostalgic for the house he grew up in for the first five years of his life in Yokosuka.
Hm...when this is over, it might be nice if Justin and I could visit our old house…
Jamie quickly shook the thought out of his head as he began to remember the purpose of this mission…and that success meant his own demise.
"Jin, where do we-" Jamie didn't finish before the doors around them flew open…Jamie whirled around in time to see well over a dozen people pour out of the rooms…and even more run down the stairs. They all wore uniforms in varying colors of red, white, green, and blue. But the most distinguishing feature on all of them were motorcycle helmets.
There were so many of them…they were like ants! Soundlessly, they began to fight. At first Jamie worried that the others wouldn't be able to deal with them but they weren't that hard to fight. In fact, they were actually relatively easy to deal with…truly; Jamie had fought zombies that were tougher than these guys.
"Who the hell are these guys?!" Jamie asked as he crescent kicked one…the helmet cracked, and he heard his jaw break.
"These were my Grandfather's elite guard…The Tekken Force, but I guess they operate under my father now!" Jin proclaimed.
"There are so many!" Christie wailed.
"I ain't your buddy! Back up off!" Hwoarang stated brusquely to one who grabbed him from behind.
He head butted the one that grabbed him, and flipped his attacker off.
"Are they human?" Xiao asked.
"Let's find out!" Jamie replied.
He popped the cork on a holy water bottle and threw it at the nearest attacker…the only thing that hurt the Tekken Force member were the glass shards, the water only got him wet.
"Wow, guess they're human…talk about a change of pace." Steve said sarcastically.
"Don't kill them!" Jamie commanded.
So, everyone took special care to knock the Tekken Force members out instead of killing them…but they still kept coming. A solid twenty minutes had gone by, and the seven friends were still fighting. The Tekken Force came in swarms…like ants to a picnic…or piranhas to a drowning cow.
"They're trying to delay us!" Julia called.
"They're too many of these guys here! I don't wanna waste time with fights we can avoid! I need to get my brother!" Jamie said in anguish.
"Then you and Jin go…we'll take care of these guys!" Xiao replied.
"Are you sure?" Jamie asked.
"They aren't so tough!" Hwoarang stated as he back kicked one…knocking him, and several others through a paper screen and into a wall.
Jin and Jamie cut a path for themselves as they ran up the stairs. Xiao was right, they had put a dent in the army…in fact, less and less were coming, and it looked like the others had the upper hand.
"Let's go!" Jamie said to Jin.
And so, the Nephilim followed the young Japanese man up the spiral staircase and towards the solarium.
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Thirty minutes later, Jamie found himself running at Nephilim speed through the woods. His sneakered feet splashed through ankle deep streams, and crunched through snow and fallen leaves. A full moon was out tonight, and snow fell delicately on the ground. It was pristine out here, and if circumstances were different, then Jamie might have liked to stop and enjoy the quiet, stillness of nature on this winter's night.
Jin had a good mile or so on him. Back at the mansion, Jamie had been attacked by a group of ten or so Tekken Force members. They had tackled him to the ground…and Jin had moved to help, but Jamie refused. Afterall, he was counting on Jin to save his brother should anything happen.
So, Jin had left Jamie behind, but it didn't matter, Jamie had bested the warriors, and followed Jin's trail. He knew he was getting close to the temple for several reasons. The mighty oaks around him, boasted holy ropes around their trunks, but on a more metaphysical level…Jamie could feel the vibrations emanating from the temple. However, unlike the temple that he saw in the Tokyo cemetery, that, despite the evil intentions surrounding the place, gave off pleasant, good vibrations…this temple, gave off foreboding ones…and they only got stronger as he began to get closer and closer to it. As Jamie was running, he came across a red Shinto Gate.
The temple resided on a steep hill. Stone steps led from the temple, down to where Jamie stood. The bad vibrations reflected off the temple in waves, and hit Jamie in hot, humid waves.
God only knows what those Mishima's have been doing here over the years…
"AAAAUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jamie heard the ear shattering scream of pain all the way down here…and it was Justin's…
Justin…oh God…please…please hang on!
Wasting no time, Jamie ran up the stairs and into the temple. He kicked the door down so hard that it flung off its hinges, and clattered into the center of the room. Jin Kazama stood with his back turned from the entrance. He didn't seem to flinch, or turn around to see what the commotion was about. Around him, lay the dazed bodies of ten Tekken Force members…Justin lay in a corner, his eyes closed…Jamie's face paled, but before he could say anything, Jin interrupted.
"Don't worry…he's not dead." He stated simply.
"What?" Jamie asked exasperatingly.
"I couldn't stop them from breaking his arm…I'm sorry for that, but he is alive…he fainted from the pain. They broke it in the most painful way possible."
"I see that," Jamie glanced at the break. "It'll heal fine though. Thank you Jin. Thank you so much."
"Don't thank me just yet," Jin stated.
Suddenly, Jamie didn't like where this was going. After affirming that his brother was alright, he glanced around the temple. It was rather spacious as far as Shinto Temples went, and next to a closed off altar, stood a rather elaborate statue of some God…he wasn't sure if it was Buddha or not, because from what he learned in World Religions, Buddhism and Shintoism were two, totally different religions.
The statue's eyes were stained with blood that had made a crimson puddle on the floor pretty close to where Jin was standing.
"He's in there in case you're wandering…he's waiting for you. All you have to do is stand in the puddle for a few seconds, and it'll teleport you to his dimension." Jin said…he still hadn't turned around.
"Thanks Jin…if you could watch my brother for me, I'll go in there and deal with him now-"
"No. No you won't." Jin said in his creepy, monotone voice.
He turned and stared at Jamie now. For a second, Jamie thought that he would see fangs slide down, but nothing had happened…he definantly wasn't a vampire…and he had helped Jamie out all this time…so, what was Jin doing?"
"Jin. You're scaring me-"
"Jamie. Don't take this the wrong way. I like you. I like you a lot, but I can't let you cross over and fight my father." He began to advance on Jamie now.
"Jin, that's not your father…your father, is not there anymore. Devil is all that's in there now." Jamie stated.
"NO!" Jin shouted. He shouted so loud that the rafters shook. "He is in there Jamie! HE IS! I know he is! He…he…tried to control it in the last tournament…I know that he's still there! Please, let me deal with this. This is a family issue!"
By now, the others had caught up with Jin and Jamie, and were standing in the threshold of the temple…yet, Jamie and Jin didn't notice.
"I can't let you kill him…so please, please wait here…I don't want to fight you…you're my friend and have proven yourself to me time after time…but, if you don't let me go, then I will have to fight you." Jin stood in front of Jamie now.
He stood several feet away, waiting for The Nephilim's answer…
Jamie was speechless, and he felt like he had been slapped in the face. He couldn't hate Jin for his motives…he was still clinging to the hope that his father was there…inside, struggling somehow to break free of Devil's grasp…Nephilim were never, under any circumstances to take a human's life…but, Kazuya was a special case. Test results (what little they had) turned up inconclusive to whether the real Kazuya was actually still there, a prisoner in his own body, or if Devil had fully taken over.
If Kazuya was still there, then of course, Jamie was going to do everything in his power to save him…if not then…
"Jin," Jamie said slowly, and carefully. "If you are going to stand in the way, then fine, let's fight." Jamie said as he, and Jin, dropped into their fighter's stances.
Author's Note: I KNOW!!!! I KNOW!!! I'm evil for not continuing, but I really don't know how to portray this fight at the present time, and it seemed like a great junction to end this chappie…anyway, thankers, and please read and review!!!