Hola people! Thanx for the reviews! Now that I'm on vacation, I can write a lot quicker! Merry Christmas or Hanukah or whatever else you may celebrate! I think I'm going to wrap the story up in about 5 or 6 chappies… The next story I write might not be Tekken since I just need a break from it for a while… It'll feel so great to finally complete this story, yet at the same time it'll be so sad… I'll miss Jin, Ling, Julia, and Hwoarang!Ican't wait to kill off Heihachi and CC. Oh, and if you haven't, check out Passion and The Devil by TheWishOfNight! It's really good!
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XInfernal: Sorry that it probably didn't have enough Hworang/Julia in it, but I'm sure you'll like this chapter better!
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Bonds of LoveJulia slowly lifted her aching head. She hated him. She would kill him. Bryan Fury. That bastard had killed her mother. She felttears seep into her eyes, and they were soon streaming down her face. Each tear increased her anger ten-fold, and it gave her the strength to sit up. Looking around at her prison she realized that she wasn't the only one who needed revenge. Ling was still unconscious, and Hwoarang and Jin were glaring holes into the floor.
Ling. She looked so small and innocent. Unlike Hwoarang and herself, she was forced into this. She had never done anything wrong. The poor girl was curled up in her seat clutching her stomach like she could somehow protect it that way. Julia felt a pang of guilt in her heart. If she had never called CC none of this would've happened. She could tell they blamed her, even if they didn't admit it. Even Hwoarang.
He didn't talk to her much. Not that she could blame him. She hadn't trusted him. She had told him she loved him, but when it came to the moment of truth she couldn't believe him. She absentmindedly fingered the engagement ring. Maybe they could forgive each other and move on with life. She was going to college soon. Arizona University. Would he go with her, or would they be separated? Somehow she couldn't stand that. He had broken her out of her shell of self-pity and sadness. He was her first friend, her only love, and the man she needed to spend the rest of her life with, no matter how much they argued. She loved him with all of her heart and soul.
She felt the vehicle they were in pull to a sudden stop, and she knew what came next. Bryan Fury opened the doors and motioned for her to come out. Anger boiled though her hotter than anything she had felt before, but she grudgingly stepped out. The light temporarily blinded her as her eyes adjusted to the light, and she could feel the desert sand through her shoes. The only reason she didn't kill him was Ling. If Ling died because of her…
"Not just you, everyone," Bryan ordered. Hwoarang and Jin seemed shocked but stepped out too. Jin was tenderly holding Ling in his arms. She could sense tension in the air. Bryan motioned for them to follow him and they complied, heading further into the burning desert. Suddenly, Bryan stopped and Julia almost ran into him.
"Give me the girl," he ordered, holding his arm out to Ling. Jin just held her closer, and Julia could sense his hatred radiating through the air. It was almost as strong as hers, almost. Bryan stepped back and roughly grabbed the girl from Jin's arms. If she had been conscious, that would've hurt like hell. For once, being knocked out was good. Bryan roughly slung Ling over his shoulder as if she was some kind of sack or bag. Julia's hatred for him increased, if that was at all possible, and she could feel the intensity of Hwoarang's and Jin's glares from were she stood. They slowly followed Bryan to where ever he was going. Wait, where were they going?
"Where are we going?" Julia asked angrily. Silence followed her question, and she waited for Bryan to respond. He just kept leading them through the desert sand, and Julia could feel her patience wearing thin. She just wanted to beat the shit out of the miserable bastard hauling her friend around.
"Where are we going?" she asked again, her voice edged with irritation. She waited for a response to her logical answer, just to receive silence. She hated silence. She had asked a question, and she wanted an answer, now. Finally, the good for nothing bastard decided to answer her question.
"The path is too ragged for any type of vehicle. We're going the rest of the way by foot. Right now, I'm leading you to CC and her co-worker." Co-worker? She had a co-worker? That was new… Whoever it was had to be pure evil.
"Who's this co-worker?" Jin asked, beating Julia to it. Bryan Fury just laughed.
"You'll see him soon enough. Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll love him."
Julia could sense Jin's anger. It shot through her, and she did not want to be on the receiving end of it. Suddenly, she heard Hwoarang yell from behind her. She quickly turned, setting herself up into a defensive stance. Jin was standing behind her, his eyes a blazing crimson. The telltale tattoos were appearing on his face and arms. He slowly started walking towards Bryan, exuding a calm rage. Julia quickly backed away form him. She had only seen Jin like this once before, but it had been enough to inspire fear in her heart. And if he was anything like his father…Dear God, Bryan was going to get it. He seemed oblivious to this however and just laughed.
"My, my. You are angry." Bryan's laughter was stopped when Jin grabbed him by the throat and lifted him above his head. Ling dropped to the ground with a loud thump. Julia cringed. Not for Bryan but for Ling. Being dropped from that height had to cause some damage; however, Jin didn't seem to notice or care.
"If you kill me, your girlfriend dies a horribly painful death. I'm sure you don't want that, do you.," Bryan told the crazed Jin who was ready to murder him. He seemed arrogant, and their was no fear in his eyes.
"What makes you think I care," Jin asked calmly, his red eyes blazing into Bryan's. Suddenly, the metal man seemed scared. His eyes widened slightly, and he started struggling to get out of Jin's grasp.
"What?" he exclaimed shocked. Julia watched, half in sadistic delight, half in horror, as Jin tightened his grip around Bryan's neck. Delight because her couldn't wait for that bastard to die, and horror because his words rang clear in her ears. "If you kill me, your girlfriend dies a horribly painful death."
"What makes you think I care, " Jin repeated, not even casting a glance down to where Ling lay unconscious. Julia was suddenly struck with fear. What if he killed Bryan? Would they really kill Ling? The answer to the second question came much to quickly. Yes, they would kill her.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hwoarang pail with realization, and without words they both burst into action. Julia got to Jin first, and tried to pry his hands off of Bryan's neck. He turned and looked at her, his eyes filled with hate and anger. He didn't even remember who she was.
"Jin you have to stop. They'll kill her! Do you really want Ling's blood on your hands?" Julia screamed at him, before his eyes narrowed even further with anger. With out even touching her, Julia flew across the air, landing on the steaming desert sand. Damn, she thought, that hurt like hell. The sand burned her skin as she watched Hwoarang struggle fruitlessly against Jin as well. Jin telekinetically sent him sprawling on the sand also.
Suddenly something under Jin caught her attention. It was Ling! She was waking up. The only problem was, Jin seemed to be further gone than before, could Ling actually calm him down this time?
Julia watched as Ling lifted herself off the ground. She looked up at Jin, then over to Hwoarang and herself before she seemed to figure out what was going on. Slowly, she rested an arm on Jin's shoulder. She spoke softly to Jin and Julia couldn't hear what was going on, but it wasn't working. Jin took on of his hands off of Bryan's neck and backhanded Ling. She staggered backwards before catching herself and running back towards Jin. He glared at her and she stopped, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Julia felt fear surge through her. Jin would never forgive himself for this. She could already feel the bruises forming from her less than gentle landing, and she could see a huge bruise forming on Ling's cheek.
Ling seemed to gather her courage and she started to walk towards Jin. She lifted a small hand to cup his cheek, and Jin finally started to loosen his grip on Bryan. He finally dropped him on the ground and turned to Ling. He was still angry, but Ling seemed to calm him down. Then the worse person appeared, CC. Suddenly, Julia felt her fear return. This was not good. This was not good at all.
Ling rested her hand on Jin's cheek, smiling when he dropped Bryan on to the sand. His eyes were filled with recognition, and Ling knew he was almost back to normal. She could hear him coughing, trying to refill his lungs, and se found no pity for the murderer. Keeping her eyes on Jin, she leaned up towards him, about to kiss him, when the worse person possible appeared. Ling turned towards CC, shaking slightly in fear, something she knew Jin noticed. His eyes glowed even more, and she could feel him tense up with anger. Swallowing a whimper, she turned back towards him, trying to ignore CC.
"Jin, you need to go back to normal now," she told him softly. He just pulled away from her and turned towards CC. At least he hadn't struck her again. That meant there was still hope. "Jin, please go back to normal," she pleaded, tears coming to her eyes. He ignored her, turning to CC.
"Beautiful," CC muttered under her breath. "Absolutely perfect," she continued. Jin just growled at her, and Ling felt hopeless. CC continued talking, ignoring the fact that Jin was probably going to kill her. "He's just what we need to get past whatever is guarding it." Guarding it…? What was she talking about?
Suddenly CC turned towards her. "Girl, if you don't want to die I suggest you calm him down, now." That was an order Ling would be more than happy to follow except for the fact that she didn't know how to get him back to normal. Jin just stood there, not seeming to understand what was going on.
"Jin. Please turn back to normal. Please," she whimpered, clutching her abdomen. She couldn't feel the pain, but she knew it was coming. "Please," she whimpered. Jin turned to her again, his eyes still blood red, but once again they were filled with recognition.
"Ling," he whispered. Ling nodded, praying that he would return to normal soon. She hugged him tightly, and he returned the embrace. Suddenly CC spoke.
"Too long," she said and pressed the button the control. Ling screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground, sliding out of Jin's embrace. It hurt so badly. The burning made her want to be sick, but she hadn't eaten in over three days, so all she retched out was blood. The pure pain increased, spreading to her limbs like a wildfire through a forest. A weak scream escaped her lip, and Ling felt tears on her face. It hurt so bad that she just wanted to die. Black dots spun above her head, and she let herself go unconscious.
Hwoarang watched in horror as an unconscious Ling convulsed on the ground. Jin snapped back to normal, and he started screaming at CC to stop. Hwoarang watched her face, she looked confused and oddly pale. Then his gaze traveled to her hand. She wasn't pressing anything, so why was Ling still in pain?
As if someone had called him, Dr. Leviad casually strolled forward out of the desert sand. He kneeled next to Ling, a gleeful expression carved onto his ugly face.
"It looks like you were pushing that button a little too much CC," he croaked out almost…happily. He restrained the convulsing girl and stuffed an odd looking thing into her mouth.
"What the hell did you stuff into her mouth?" Hwoarang yelled at the insane doctor. Whatever it was could be choking her. He could be killing her under the pretense of healing her! Suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He looked up to see Jin.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hwoarang asked confused. Why was Jin stopping him from ripping off that doctor's head? "He could be hurting her," Hwoarang continued. Jin just shook his head and returned his glance to Ling and the doctor. Ling finally calmed down and the doctor just shook his head and felt her pulse. What had happened?
"He wasn't doing anything wrong," Jin continued. "The stress on her body from all of the torture-" Hwoarang felt Jin's grip on his shoulder tighten, "was too much for her body to handle. She was having a seizure. What he put in her mouth was to stop her from choking on her tongue, and he was holding her down to stop her from hurting herself. If it wasn't for him, Ling probably would've been hurt much worse."
Hwoarang was silent after those words. They just kept running through his head. It was all just so horrible. What had they ever done to deserve this fate. All Hwoarang wanted was a peaceful life where he was married to Julia with kids, and the only violence in his life consisted of him kicking Jin's ass. Then again, fate never cared about what anybody wanted, and they were all just doomed to have bad karma for the rest of their lives. A silence reined over the patch of desert they all stood on. The only noise was the sound of Ling's slow, shaky breaths. At least she was alive.
"She's going to be fine," the doctor began, "it was only a minor seizure caused from shock. She just needs food and rest and she should be fit enough to travel in a few days. I'm taking her back to the tent. She needs water badly since it seems like no one has fed her anything in the last three days."
Hwoarang was suddenly overcome with anger. No one had fed her in three days! They didn't need to press a button to kill her, all they had to do was keep treating her like this. Dr. Leviad scooped the delicate girl into his arms and carried her away to where ever his medical tent was. CC was still standing there, pale as the sand. Seeing that Ling was gone, she regained her composure and grinned at the three remaining teens.
"You heard what the good doctor said. You all better behave yourselves or else the girl dies, and I'm sure you don't want that." Hwoarang's hate increased, if that was even possible. Suddenly another voice spoke out over the harsh desert silence.
"Why?" Julia asked quietly. Her voice sounded pained, and Hwoarang felt anger towards her. Didn't she get that CC was evil already? Did she need anymore proof? He stared at the woman he loved. Why was it that she believed CC's lies and empty promises, while he had given his heart to her and she didn't trust him? The past few days he had been silent and ignored her, but they really needed to talk. Their relationship was in trouble, and as horrible as it seemed, Hwoarang couldn't help but wonder if Julia was really the girl he wanted to wear that ring. He loved her, but as long as she couldn't trust her there was no future. He didn't want to let his heart be ripped out by his best friend/fiancé.
"Why what?" CC answered irritated. Hwoarang just wanted to rip her head off for such a cold reply. Julia had trusted her, and now she was like this. She deserved the 'Worst Mom Award'.
"Why are you acting like this? The CC I know would never do this to anyone. She believed that killing was wrong, and she wouldn't even dream of torturing someone for money! Have you really changed that much, or did the woman I loved as a mother never exist!" Julia was shaking, but it wasn't from fear, it was from anger. Hwoarang took a better look at her. Julia looked stressed and sickly. Her cloths were slightly baggy as if she had lost weight. He was temporarily mystified by what the cause of the problem was, until he saw her eyes. They were riddled with guilt. Guilt over not believing him. Guilt over what her trust in such an evil woman had done to her friends.
For once, CC was silent. She seemed to be contemplating what Julia said, but soon she brushed it off. "The woman you remember died along with your mother," CC replied bitterly. Before anyone could question her further, she walked away, motioning for them to follow her. The three of them silently trudged along, heading towards camp and whoever this co-worker of CC's was. Hwoarang cracked his knuckles. Whoever it was, Hwoarang couldn't wait to meet them. He'd enjoy ripping them to pieces.
So, did you like it? Incase you're wondering about the seizures, they don't always put people into cardiac arrest. Sometimes the smaller ones that are a result of shock only knock a person unconscious, and they end on their own, (or at least, that's what they told me in health class --).
