Hola! I'm back! Anyway, Thanx for the reviews, they make me so very happy! Not much to say except thanking my reviewers. So here it is!
Kari: Thanx! I like Lee the way he is too! Keep going with your story, I love it! The Halloween story will be out as soon as I decide what I'm going to do with it...
Jill: Thank you! I'm glad you like my story!
xInfernal: I guess I won't make Julia a Native American. Thanx for the excellent review, but I don't think I'm going to mess with the pairings or anything, cause I already got the plot in my head and it wouldn't help if I messed with the pairings.
If a get a character kind of off... I just got Tekken, and I only have Tekken4 and Tekken Tag. I know the complete storyline behind Tekken3, but besides that I'm kind of brain dead on Tekken. My apologies!
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Tekken, but I do own the game!
Bonds of LoveJulia cradled Hwoarang in her lap. He had fallen unconscious after that things last attack, and she was only a few seconds away from surrendering to the horrible darkness as well. Already, black dots swirled in exotic patterns before her eyes, and her vision was edged with gray. Pain exploded from every single point on her body, and something had to be sprained or broken, at least. That thing stood above them, grinning. She hugged Hwoarang closer to her and tried to back away, but her back hit a wall. There was no escape. He took a step closer, and she pressed herself against the wall, hoping to sink into it. Kazuya raised a hand threateningly, but as he was about to strike she heard a beep. "Hmm..." his evil voice echoed through the blood stained room, "looks like I'll have to wait until next time to finish off you kiddies. I got other things to do."
With that said, he walked further into the house. She heard a tear, and looked over to see an odd sort of map in his hands. That map! His powerful wings lifted him into the sky, and he burst through the wall. The hole in the ceiling revealed the night sky outside. The creature flew off into the darkness outside, and the stars sparkled menacingly, as if infected by his evil. Julia screamed as the pieces of wood and stone fell from the hole in the ceiling, heading for them. She pulled herself and Hwoarang to the side just in time to avoid the last piece. She was laid out on her side, and at her sudden movement, fresh pain shot through her body. As pain drifted though her, Julia succumbed to the blackness clouding her vision. Suddenly visions came to mind as she thought of herself and Hwoarang.
A young fourteen-year-old Julia was crying. Her brown hair was pulled up into two braids and her Cowboy boots sat beside her on the couch. Today was a horrible anniversary. Five years ago her mother had died and left her in this cruel world. Her mother's best friend, a rich woman who liked to be called CC, had adopted her. She had a good life, with the best schooling available and anything she wanted at her fingertips, but it didn't make up for the loss of her mother. The door burst open, and a sixteen-year-old Hwoarang stepped into the room. "Yo, Jules, what's up with the tears?" He looked down at her and Julia replied, "nothing shut up and leave me alone." Hwoarang looked shocked, but the obnoxious teen didn't leave. Instead he eyed the Cowboy boots and asked, "is this about your mom?"
Julia nodded, and suddenly she was encompassed in a bear hug. "I know what you mean. My mom died when I was four, After that there was only my mentor, Beak Doo San, and he died when I was nine." He rocked her back and forth, and for once Julia didn't shove out of his embrace. "CC's a great mother. I wish I had one like her." Julia looked up at him and said, "Hwoarang, don't be like that. You know my CC loves you like the son she never had." Hwoarang nodded and there gazes met. Julia was suddenly struck by how handsome he was, and she wondered why she didn't notice before. Their faces moved closer and closer, and Julia could feel Hwoarang's breath on her face. Then her lips met his and it was pure bliss. Julia wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen it, and they only pulled away for air.
That had been four years ago. Neither of them spoke of it again, and they acted like it was only a moment of weakness. But that day was very important to Julia. That was the day she realized things weren't so bad. On that day, Julia Chang fell in love with Hwoarang. And when they regained consciousness, Julia was going to make sure he knew that she loved him too.
Ling pressed her self back against Lee in hopes of escaping the knife against her neck. Usually, she would have done something by now, but an immense amount of pain and fear stopped her from doing anything. And of course, the knife against her neck didn't help matters. She watched as Jin took a step towards them. The uncaring look was still glued to his face, and it scared Ling almost as much as the knife against her neck. She felt Lee take a step back, taking her with him. Her thoughts were clouded by fear as she continued to watch Jin's calm face. Suddenly the knife was flung away from her neck. It hit the wall and stuck there, quivering more than she was. Lee seemed shocked, and for the first time since she had met him she felt him loose his cool. The hands that held her were shaking, and Ling saw her opportunity. With the knife away from her neck Ling sprung into action. She used mistrust to knock her captor back, and she ran to Jin, collapsing at his feet. Her breathing was heavy and she couldn't even muster the strength to sit up. Her eyes slowly began to close as unconsciousness was about to take her, but her eyes snapped open when she heard an alarming sound.
Jin left her laid there as he went to check out the noise. She saw Lee make a quick exit down one of the halls. The calm grin was back on his face. She wearily lifted her head to see another figure exactly like Jin at the doorway. A broad smirk was splayed across his face. He glared at her, and suddenly there was no floor beneath her. She felt herself flying towards the cold hard wall, and she knew that if she hit it at the speed she was going she would most likely die. Her body was too tired to try and avoid it. With the last of her strength she reached out to Jin as her life flashed before her eyes.
She was a little kid again, maybe five years old. She was happy. Her Uncle Wang was visiting, and he had said he would give her a present this time. She watched as the front door opened, and as soon as she recognized her uncle, she ran towards him as fast as her little legs could carry her. "Uncle Wang!" she screamed and jumped into his arms. He caught her and spun her in circles while she laughed with pure childhood innocence. "Guess what, little Phoenix." "What? What?" she had asked. "I have your present." She gasped, "what is it Uncle?" He laughed and replied, "I'm going to teach you how to fight." Ling cheered for joy as her Uncle took her outside to the grassy field and started something that would last for many years.
This time, she was a bit older, eight years old. Uncle Wang had just taught her a new move, and she was practicing it out in the field. Today was her birthday, but her parents hadn't seemed to remember. A tear dripped down her face at that thought, but she shunned all of her sadness away, focusing more on fighting. "Ling, come inside, we have a surprise for you!" Ling heard her parents scream. She ran inside, extremely quick for a child her age. At school she could run faster than even the sixth graders! Once she burst through the door, she turned. "Surprise!" she heard a chorus of voices scream. There were all her friends and her parents. She ran up and hugged them both. "We love you, our precious daughter," they had said. Ling had nestled further into them, and she muttered her reply, "I love you to, mommy and daddy!"
Ling watched the men dressed in black. They thought that they could rob the house while her parents were out. The determined twelve-year-old faced them in an offensive stance. One of the closer of the three robbers pulled out a knife and lunged at her. Ling caught his arm, and she used ruby to render him unconscious. The other two came at her at the same time, and she leaned down. She caught the first by tripping him, and used a palm thrust to send him flying back into the wall. She swiftly moved into her phoenix pose, and used her wave crest move to put the final robber to sleep. Ling gathered some rope from the closet and tied the deceitful men up. Then she moved to the phone. "Hello, police, three men tried to rob my house. They're armed with knives..."
Ling happily skipped around her Uncle's dojo. She had finally beaten him! Her Uncle lay in the center of the dojo. He rubbed his head. "For such a small, petite looking sixteen year old girl, you sure throw a punch! Let's start over." Ling happily got into her fighting stance.
Suddenly, she was back at the Mishima dojo, in her room. But she wasn't alone. She was huddled in her kidnapper, Jin's arms. She was crying about having to go on that horrible first mission, and Jin was holding her promising things would get better. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, but he still held her, and despite everything, he comforted her. Slowly, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Then she rested against his chest and fell asleep.
Her memories vanished as she neared the wall. She was going to die. That horrible thought was one of the last things she remembered. She looked hopelessly over to Jin, but he didn't seem to care about what was going on. Then something in his eyes changed. They seemed less cold, more compassionate. She watched the fear, panic, and an enormous sense of loss swirl in the abyss of the windows to his soul. He reached towards her, but it was far to late. She gave him a sad smile before a sharp pain hit her from behind. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Every point on her body felt like it was being stabbed with a thousand knives. Then it all passed. Everything went away. She heard herself scream in agony, and she felt the pain throughout her entire body, but she felt detached from it all. Her eyes slowly closed as she felt her body struggle for air. Each gasp was a pain, and nothing seemed to be working. Her broken body slid to the ground with a trail of blood staining the cracked wall. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out Jin running towards her. Her name was on his lips, but she could hear nothing. Slowly her body drifted into darkness as she struggled to hold on to life. Is this what it's like to die?
So, how do you like it? Is Ling dead, or not? All the answers will come to you next chapter. All you must do is review. TaTa! Till next time!
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