Author's notes: This story is mostly based on Tekken 4 and the currently (2004) released information on Tekken 5 and its characters. Though some infos were taken from Tekken Official, some situations, events and characters are all fanmade. This is also the sequel to my previous fanfic, Tekken 5: The Kazama-Mishima Connections. Rated G
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jun Kazama, Jin Kazama, Asuka Kazama, Ling Xiaoyu, and all Tekken characters referred in this fanfic are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1: Torture
A woman's anguished screams rang through the four walls in a secluded laboratory of G Corporation's Nepal facility. Several men in white suits rushed to restrain her, only to be thrown off by an unexplainable force.
"LIARS!!!" the woman shouted. "YOU'RE ALL LIARS!!!"
"Strap her to the metal table!"
"But Dr. Larne, sir! It won't hold her!"
"It's been modified to negate her power, you idiot! Now, do it!"
The men quickly did as they were told. The woman struggled to break free but unlike the previous metal cuffs that had been put over her arms and ankles, she was unable to shatter it.
"LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!!" the woman's eyes flashed a brilliant yellow, another invisible force throwing the men to the wall.
"Give her another shot of the tranqs! Double...no. Quadruple the dosage!"
"Professor! That could kill her! A single dosage is concentrated as it is!"
"Trust me, Vivian. It'll take more than that to kill her."
Dr. Vivian Vetra could do nothing more but watch as an orderly emptied the syringe on the woman's arm. She spun her head towards Dr. Larne, strands of her blonde hair flying wildly over her pale face.
"Uncle Arnaude..."
"Shush, Vivian!" Dr. Arnaude Larne held his hand up to silence his niece. Both scientists observed the woman on the metal table begin to relax until she was no longer moving. However, she was still conscious. She rested her golden eyes over the scientists and glared at them so hatefully; Vivian Vetra had to take a few steps back.
"Come now, Vivian," Dr. Larne motioned for the young scientist to follow him down from the safety of the podium.
"Uncle Arnaude, what do you plan to do?" Dr. Vetra asked with trepidation. "She already knows that she's Jun Kazama. She knows about Kazuya and Jin. She has even met the source! Can't you see that she no longer trusts us?! She might even kill us! We have to let her go!"
"And what?!" Dr. Larne demanded. "Allow our research to go up in smoke?! I thought we've already talked about this! No, we are not letting her go!"
"So, you're just going to give her the opportunity to kill again like she did with Dr. Roesch and the others?!"
"No," Dr. Larne hurried down the stairs. "I'm going to do what I should've done in the first place: brainwash her."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"Watch me."
Uncle and niece finally made their way to where Jun Kazama was. She was breathing slower now but her eyes were still very much alert. When Dr. Larne walked up beside her, she quickly swiveled her head towards him.
"Why...?" she rasped. "Why did you lie to me?"
"We're very sorry, Ms. Kazama," Dr. Larne apologized briskly. "It was the only way we could keep you with us."
"By keeping the truth from me?!" Jun yelled. She started to struggle again. "By making me think I was someone I'm not?!"
"What would you have done if you had known?"
"Let...me...go..." Jun hissed. "I swear Larne..."
"Swear all you want," Dr. Larne gestured for the other scientists and a few orderlies to come closer. They then put a metallic contraption, attached to several wires, on Jun's head and lowered the visor over her eyes. When everything was set Dr. Larne indicated for everyone to step back.
"Now..." Dr. Larne took out a remote control from the pocket of his lab gown. "Let's see how powerful you truly are."
Dr. Larne pressed a button and turned the dial. An agonized scream escaped Jun's lips as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through her body. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity in hell.
"Okay. Tell me you're name."
"My...name...my...name...my name is Jun Kazama! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
"Again! Tell me your name!"
"Jun Kazama! NaaaaAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
"Aiko Sanada!" Dr. Larne yelled, turning the dial down. "That is your name. You are Aiko Sanada. Our assassin. Our experiment. Our property."
"Aiko...Sanada...IS A LIE!!! NAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
"Uncle, stop it!!!" Vivian Vetra held her uncle's hand. "You're killing her!"
"My dear, this is what you call psychological torture. The concept is very similar to the electric shock treatments used by psychiatrists."
"But that's a barbaric practice! The psychiatric community denounced it a long time ago!"
"Barbaric, but effective. And think what you want; it's still used today," Dr. Larne turned the dial further, Jun's wails piercing through the stale air. "We have to make her associate her old memories with pain. Traumatize her into forgetting."
Beneath the visor, Jun's eyes were as wide as they could be. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't even hear her own tormented screams; only the rumbling sound of the electricity that threatened to eat her alive. If there was a hell, she felt like she was already in it.
"Die! Die! Please, just let me die!!" Jun thought bitterly, the high concentration of currents burning through her insides. Death loomed as the only relief from this agony. However, her modified...mutated body denied her the bliss of eternal sleep.
Visions of that night suddenly bombarded her thoughts. It was a night of lasts: the last day of the fifth Iron Fist Tournament, the last time she knew herself to be Aiko Sanada, and maybe the last time she'll ever get to see her family again.
"No...I...I can't...I mustn't die...not yet..."
Jun's screams were suddenly cut short as she fell into unconsciousness. Dr. Larne reversed the dial and pocketed the remote control. He raised his hand to the computer operators from above and gave them the go signal. They nodded, after which, they began tinkering with their keyboards.
"What are you doing now?"
"Completing the process. The apparatus on her head allows direct feedback to and from the brain. With the aid of computers, we can actually 'program' her mindset."
"So...you're going to turn her into a mindless zombie?"
"I could care less. We need her body and because of that, we need her alive. She has a brain and a heart, but she doesn't have to have a mind or human emotions. It's better that way...for all of us."
"Not all of us..." Vivian Vetra thought bitterly, her chest tightening at the sight of a fugitive tear running down Jun's cheek.
Chapter 2