A Tale of Murder, Vengeance and Love

by Delirium3000

AN: This is my first fanfic, so bear with me. It is a Bryan/Nina pairing, which there is all too few of here, so I had to make one myself. The story is not chronologically correct, and I am aware of that. It mentions that Abel left Bryan a week before the story begins, but it also mentions that the fourth King of Iron Fist Tournament has been held. Which is a contradiction since Bryan was abandoned two years before the tournament, so... Well, anyway, I think we can safely say it's an AU fic, so lay off any time-space continuum mess-ups when you review, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of its characters, Namco does. So keep the lawyers off my back. We clear on that? Good. Now we start.

change of perspective (3rd person always, following either Bryan or Nina)

"text" Dialogue

text Thoughts

You get the idea. R&R, and you will get more...

Chapter 1: Missions

"DAMN IT!"
Bryan smashed his fist into the brick wall, which caved in at the sheer force of the punch. Normally, a human being would not be able to do that. But Bryan Fury is far from ordinary. A former undercover cop, Bryan was once one of the best NYPD could offer, in terms of undercover jobs. There was never a shadow of doubt, when Bryan was in business, he was not about to be stopped. Not until the criminals were dead or behind bars, anyway. He had a shady side, though; a past concerning a job as a hitman, his connections with a large crime syndicate, a rep sheet that would have removed his badge a long time ago, etc. But the difference was, Bryan never carried a badge. He was almost a freelance cop. Almost. Not that he was corrupt, but he just wasn't formally a cop. He was a man who knew the NYPD chief, he was a man who had won several kickboxing titles in his youth and he was a man who had a sense of justice. Mark the word had.

Things went wrong in the end. Really wrong. Bryan was shot several times in the chest, and left for dead. Which he was, until he was revived. Granted superhuman strength by a scientist, Dr. Abel, Bryan was granted a second chance and then some. Not that it didn't have any side effects, mind you. He still looked dead, with his pale skin, lifeless white hair, the six bullet holes in the torso and the world's longest scar, started on his forehead, went over the eye (and barely missed it), ended at the jawbone and began again at the shoulder to end by the hip. But after that treatment, who wouldn't be dead? But the really bad side effects was the fact that he needed a dose of a specific serum once every three months to be able to sustain the aforementioned powers, even when dead. No one knew how this serum was made, apart from Abel himself, who controlled this supply to keep Bryan on a leash. Anyway, things was looking bad for Bryan indeed. When offered a job as a top scientific advisor for the Mishima Zaibatsu, Abel packed his bags and abandoned Bryan, leaving his own creation with a single dose of serum to live on. Too short to live for Bryan, who still had things to do. He promptly got away, being on the run non-stop for a week, and got to where he was now; in a dark alley in the slums of Shinjuku. He was furious, living up to his last name, and he had two thorns in his side: the Mishima Zaibatsu, and Dr. Abel. Although that wasn't all that was bothering him...

As Bryan ran further into the alley, he heard a strange fluttering noise, like a pair of overgrown insect wings. He looked upwards, and saw a strange creature that looked like a man with, you guessed it, a pair of overgrown insect wings and a katana. A creature Bryan knew all too well...
"Yoshimitsu? What the hell is he doing here?"
Bryan watched Yoshimitsu fly over the alley, looking at Bryan for a few seconds, and then fly away. A lot of thoughts ran through Bryan's head. He had tried to get to Yoshimitsu in the third King of Iron Fist Tournament, as the order from Dr. Abel was, but the Manji leader had left before Bryan even saw him. Now, Bryan was unsure what to make of the fact that Yoshimitsu had trailed him. The fact that Bryan wasn't attacked by the Manji leader was a good indicator that Yoshimitsu was not wanting him dead...yet. So Bryan shrugged, ran out of the alley, and walked slowly into the crowd. He knew what needed to be done. He had to find Yoshimitsu and find out what was going on.

Meanwhile, Nina Williams was sitting in a small flat she rented in Tokyo. Waiting for a message from her 'manager', she sat on her bed, staring out the window. The streets below pulsated with life, and the noise from the streets could be heard a mile out of town, but for Nina, the sound of life was calming, almost serene, as she looked out the window. Things had been quiet for many years...too quiet...

After the second King of Iron Fist Tournament, Nina was put in cryosleep for fifteen years, until the third Tournament. She worked as a contract assassin both before and after the years in cryosleep, but after her awakening, she had suffered amnesia, and was unable to piece together her past. But someone knew. And Nina was not about to give up hope on restoring memory. During the fourth Tournament, she was hired by the Mafia to assassinate Steve Fox, a young British boxing champion attending the Tournament. She failed the mission. Her first failure ever. Even though the hit was easy, and she was cold as ice, until she received some additional info about Steve Fox. it turned out he was the product of artificial insemination project initiated a mere month after Nina went into cryosleep, and that Steve's biological mother was none other than Nina. Yes, that's right. That fact hit her like a brick in the face. Sure enough, Steve had no memory of her, and Nina had none of him, and she was a trained assassin, but there was no chance that she could pull the trigger on her own son. At least not without a damn good reason, of which she had none at the time. So her clients were most dissatisfied, and Nina had been on the run from them for a while. Now, things were calming down, and she was taking jobs again. Life was back to barely normal, at least for the time being.

The laptop made a stupid chiming sound, and an envelope popped up on the screen, signaling the fact that she had received mail. Nina had meant to do something about the sound, but she hadn't bothered with it lately. Which she now wished she had. The message was cryptic, forwarded from a Dr. B., that said that he wanted Heihachi Mishima's scientific advisor Dr. Abel, dead. Not much info was given, apart from the fact that one of the target's former projects would be keen on killing him too, in return for the target's research material on him. The only picture attached to the message was of the aforementioned project: it was a snapshot of a white-haired, pale and scarred man in a dark alley outside Shinjuku, wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of biker gloves and a pair of snakeskin trousers.
"There's something really familiar about that man, but I can't put my finger on it..."

To be continued...

AN: Ok, that was a really short chapter. I'll beef up the length of it and bring in the stuff that earned the Romance tag later on. Be patient, this one will take time to build up. Once it does, you won't regret reading it. Please R&R. Constructive critisism only.