A/N: Sorry about not updating, I've lost touched with the story and all. Well, I got back my inspiration and here's the story! Hope ya like it and review!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Tekken©

Chapter 2:

An Escape Plan

As Paul pulled Katrina to her room and their escape, the men on the other side of the door started throwing their body weight against it. Katrina silently thanked the landlord that he had put in strong doors that were almost unbreakable.

"Katrina," Paul said, snapping Katrina out of her thoughts. He tugged her intothe bedroom and locked the door as she grabbed her sweatshirt, threw it on, and then put her wallet in one of the sweatshirt's pockets. Paul opened the window and kicked out the screen and then grabbed Katrina's arm.

"You know, you'll be paying for that," she said, smiling.

Paul smiled at ther and looked like he was going to say something, but they heard the crashing in of the door and Paul tugged her to the window. "C'mon," he said, and practically pushed her out the window and onto the fire escape. Grabbing her hand, Paul pulled Katrina down the three flights of the fire escape. Once at the bottom they heard glass shattering and Katrina let out a scream. Paul grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth while locking her arms in front of her and crushed her back into his chest. He then leaned against the brick wall of the building, shielding them somewhat from above. "Sshh," he whispered in her ear and she tightly grabbed the arm that was holding her against him. He looked up to see two men cautiously step out onto the fire escape from Katrina's room window. They both had rifles in their hand and were talking in low voices. Paul didn't particularly want to stay around and hear what they had to say, so he started slowly moving down the wall towards the back of the apartment building, bringing Katrina with him. He switched his gaze from watching where he was walking to looking up at the men and making sure that they hadn't seen them yet. Slowly, inch by inch, they were making their way to the back alley leading from the building. Paul knew from experience to not go the front way, because there would surely be men out front, just waiting for them to slip up like that. Suddenly, the voices above them got louder and Paul kicked a glass bottle by accident, sending it rolling to the other side of the alley. The talking above ceased and Katrina closed her eyes tightly, silently hoping that the men above them would not care to look down to where they had stopped against the wall. Running feet was heard above them and Paul pushed Katrina to the back of the alley and to her escape. "Run!" He yelled and shoved her to the back, not moving himself, except to set himself in the middle of the alley, and right in the way of the men getting to Katrina. She shook her head and didn't move. "Go!" Paul yelled and looked up quickly to see that the men had just descended to the second flight. He looked back at Katrina but she stood there with an unreadable expression. She shook her head again, and still didn't move. Paul understood exactly what she was doing. She wouldn't leave without him, and she was determined to make him go. Paul took one more backward glance at the beginning of the alley, grateful that there were no men coming from that end, and then took off running to the back, grabbing Katrina's hand on the way past her. They ran for about five yards before they came to a halt and knew that their hopes of escaping were little to none. In front of them was a large, looming wooden fence, blocking their only way of escape. Paul looked quickly back to see the men gaining on them quickly. He suddenly climbed to the top part of the fence without thinking, purely by instinct. "Come on!" He yelled to Katrina as she extended her hand. He pulled her up and over, and she landed on her knees on the other side. He dropped to her side and pulled her up. He started to run again, in the direction of what he hoped to be a busy city when she stopped him.

"Wait," she said, gasping for breath. "We can't run forever," she said with pleading eyes. Paul sighed and inside he knew that she was right. He had run before, but it had only led to more trouble. Frankly, he didn't want to get Katrina into more trouble than she already was in. "Isn't there someplace we could hide out for the night?" She asked, tugging on his hand. "They'll find us if we go into the city." She said, crushing his hopes of hiding out for a short time in the city until they could reach his contacts on the outskirts.

"Alright," he said, when he realized he knew the perfect place they could hide. He knew it would be no matter of time until the men that were chasing them got to their side of the fence. He grabbed Katrina's hand again and they started running the opposite way from the city, cutting through backyards, lots and parks. When they had been running for about fifteen minutes, Paul stopped so suddenly that Katrina almost ran into him. "Wait," he said as he tried to remember exactly where the house was. Turning to the left, he started into a trot, with Katrina following him. They had arrived at a small pale yellow house, with a well-groomed lawn and white shutters. Overall, it looked quiet homey and Katrina had a hard time believing that one of Paul's friends or allies lived there. She had expected somewhere different, perhaps another apartment building or something, but never such a house as the one that stood before her. Paul strode up to the front door and knocked several times before a light came on in the house. The door was opened by a fatigued looking man with reddish-brown hair cropped at the ear. He wore a large t-shirt and sweatpants and was rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he saw Paul standing there.

"What the hell?" He asked bewildered and then saw Katrina standing behind Paul, gasping for breath from the long run. "Paul?"

"Hworang," Paul said and grabbed Katrina's hand and pushed past his sleepy friend and into his house. "Close the door," he said, and turned back to Hworang. "We need your help." He said when his friend closed the door.

"Listen," Hworang said, trying to make sense of everything. "Wiat…who is she?" He asked, indicating Katrina.

Paul looked to her, and then back at Hworang. "Katrina McManus. She pretty much saved my life tonight…or last night for that matter." He explained.

"What?" Hworang asked, obviously confused. "Could you please explain this to me?"

Paul sighed, as if annoyed, then explained what had happened since Katrina had took him in, leaving out the part about when they kissed. After he explained that, Hworang just stood there, taking it all in.

"Are you trying to tell me that you got into all that trouble in only a few short hours?" He asked in disbelief. He looked from Katrina to back to Paul and shook his head. "You are just one big pile of trouble."

"Will you let us stay here for awhile?" Paul asked, and Hworang turned to Katrina and looked her over. She looked like a mess with her hair tangled and she, herself, panting for breath steadily.

Hworang nodded slowly. "Yeah…okay." He said as Paul and Katrina sighed in relief.

A/N: Sorry for that long break in not updating! R/R!