Hi! I'm back! Sorry for the long wait! I was horribly busy, but now it's not so bad! I'm starting Romeo and Juliet in school, and it's my favorite play of all time! I might base a fanfic off of it, but I'm not sure yet... Anyway, if I do it won't be a tragedy... I hope you like this new chapter!

Disclaimer: Why must they make me say this? I don't own Tekken... But someday I'll buy Namco and take over first Tekken, then the World! Mwahahahaha!

Bonds of Love

Ling struggled with the handcuffs the bound her slim wrists to the bedpost. Her wrists were chaffed from the cold metal rubbing against her skin, and her trapped legs didn't help matters. She had come up with a plan, but it was very hard to actually do. Her plan was to rub the metal of her handcuffs against the wood of the post in hopes that it would break, but while she pulled the metal against the wood, it also bit into her soft skin. She felt the angry red, bleeding marks that would most likely scar her hands. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt warm blood running down her arm. She let her arms relax against the post as she started to give up hope. Damn Julia! Ling knew she was the person who did this, but the question was, why?

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from downstairs. Julia could be in trouble! As much as she currently disliked Julia for trapping her, Ling knew that Julia wouldn't do it without a reason, and she couldn't let Julia get hurt before she explained what that reason was. This noise pushed her to work harder, and with a final pull the wood snapped and she had limited movement. She violently kicked against the sheets wrapped around her ankles, and the fabric tore with a noisy rip. She climbed out of bed, and with a martial artist's grace, she stepped backwards through the loop her bound hands had created behind her back.

With her hands now in front of her, Ling smashed her hands into the door that led into the fire escape. The door broke from its frame, and Ling ran down the stairs into the kitchen. It was a mess. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to have heard the loud explosion, and people were running around in what could only be described as chaos. One of the chefs glanced at her perplexed, clearly disturbed at the bloody handcuffs binding her hands, and she quickly screamed at him, "cut them off!"

The confused man did as he was told and with one swift swing of his butcher's knife, Ling's hands were free. She quickly struggled through the crowd, heading in the opposite direction towards the loud crash. Finally, she had beaten through the rush of people, and what she saw horrified her. Hundreds of combots marched through the hotel, their silver armor creating a bright glare from the artificial lighting. At their front stood Ling's kidnapper, Lee. Ling growled with barely controlled fury, and without further thought she lunged towards the silver haired man, determined to get her vengeance.

Julia valiantly fought against the army of Combots trying to take her down. To her dismay they were all talented at different forms of martial arts. Even though she was a strong fighter, the powerful forces were beating her down, and she was extremely tired. After she had flipped away from one, she landed by the body of an unconscious Tekkenshu officer. His gun was undamaged and securely in it's holster, along with several extra bullets. She grabbed it from the body, and shot at one of the Combots drawing close to her. With a deafening roar it exploded, destroying several Combots, and knocking Julia back into the wall. She rubbed her neck and stared in fright at the numerous Combots that were heading towards her. Armed with her gun, she aimed and fired. The flames of the destroyed Combots engulfed the battlefield as she fought for her life.

Julia fired, refilled her gun, and fired again in a constant pattern disturbed only by the occasional dodge. She was doing pretty well, despite the fact that she was outnumbered hundreds to one. The room they had begun in had quickly been destroyed, and now Julia didn't really care where she was. She just wanted to survive. Perhaps it was this that caused her usually sharp mind not to register that they were now in-between the main lobby and kitchen. An area where most of the people were. Suddenly, Julia noticed a small, five-year-old boy with flaming red hair. He was precariously positioned in the path of an oncoming Combot, and Julia gasped in shock. If she fired at the Combot the explosion would surely kill the kid. Her body was weak, but she wouldn't let the kid die. Racing as fast as her long legs would carry her, Julia hit the combot before it could reach the kid. The combot collapsed, only to be replaced by five more. Julia fought hard to protect both herself and the kid, but for every one she destroyed, five more took its' place. Finally, a well placed kick to the back of the head sent her crashing to the ground. Wearily, she glanced at the kid above her.

"Run...Away," she pleaded. Then everything became blurry as she felt herself succumb to unconsciousness.

Hwoarang shakily followed Jin into the old building. The complex they were sent to was actually a large house that seemed to have survived the Stone Age. Its' ratty doors were almost torn off the ancient hinges, and the boarded up windows sneered at him, their evil glow barely concealed. The entire place seemed as if it could easily be blown down by a single gust of wind, and the rotting floorboards squealed beneath their intruding feet as if they were trampling a live animal. The two boys proceeded cautiously as they further explored the run down house.

The eerie house wasn't the only cause of Hwoarang's shakiness. It was stimulated by what he was planning on doing to his oblivious partner. He felt the gun under his rattling palms, and he dreaded what was to come next. Jin had become, as much as Hwoarang tried to deny it, a friend. And if there was one thing Hwoarang did know about friends, it was that they didn't go around shooting each other. He gulped, and Jin turned back to him. A worried glance was etched into his features. This made the guilty bile in Hwoarang's stomach worse.

"Anything wrong Hwoa?" Suddenly his concerned face turned into a confident yet playful smirk. "You aren't scared, are you Hwoa?" Hwoarang stiffened at this comment. Of course he was scared, only, it wasn't for himself. Damn! Why does he have to look so unsuspecting! I wanted to beat him in a fair fight... not like this. Finally, he managed to firmly grip the handgun hidden in his pocket. He pulled it out and aimed it at Jin. Hwoarang had partaken years of training to learn how to fire a gun, and he was quite a shot. Jin looked confused, and then terrified as he watched Hwoarang.

"Look, nothing personal Jin," Hwoarang started, "if it makes you feel any better, I'm sorry." With that said, Hwoarang pulled the trigger.

So, do you like it? I promise I'll update soon! R&R please! I really want to know if you like my story or not! Criticism appreciated, but please, no flames or mean comments. I'm a person too, and I don't like being yelled at! If you have a serious problem with my story, or if you hate it, here is a hint... DON'T READ IT! Anyway, too my nicer, faithful reviewers, you'll be mentioned in the next chapter. I have read your reviews, but I don't have time to respond to each one of you personally in this chapter because I'm supposed to be packing... No hard feelings right? Once again, please R&R! Till next chapter,

Reina-183