A/N Hey all! Look above this, and you'll see my name next to "Author:" Click on my name to go to my profile. On my profile is the weekly "News Flash". That way I can keep you updated what's going on.

A/N Also, I have been asked if there will be a Mokujin/Tetsujin or anything. They will eventually meet, but that's in Tekken 3... (Mokujin did not take part in Tekken 1 or 2. As of this Chapter Tekken 2 ended a year or so ago.)

Chapter 3

One and a half years after Tekken 2.

A force from deep within the ruins of Mexico beckoned. Mokujin answered the call. He looked around. Museum…

Mokujin broke out with ease and raced off towards the unknown. He had felt something similar years before, but it was not quite enough to awaken him.

Ogre…

Mokujin somehow knew this presence…

The Carpenter was now aging into his final years. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"This is the Science Society Office of the Mishima Zaibitzu, may we help you?"

The old man groaned. "Get my son on the phone, now."

"Look sir," the operator reasoned, "your son is at work. He is busy on an important project. If you could wait-"

"Look here, boy! I been researching this thing since before your mother was born! I've been waiting long enough!"

There was a long silence.

A very long silence, in fact.

…

The old Carpenter looked over at Tetsujin, trying to get another dummy to move by itself. Of course, it wasn't working. Something awakened Tetsujin, and whatever it is has lasted for a month…

The phone was as silent as a grave. Suddenly, elevator music sounded loudly in the old man's hearing aide. He adjusted himself and observed Tetsujin. It was now resorting to violence, drop kicking and throwing the real dummy across the room. It's mimicking what it saw on the television. It learns through mimicry. This is amazing!

The elevator music ceased and a creaky voice piped up, "Father?"

The carpenter turned back to the business at hand. "John. You sound horrible."

"I'm busy right now. Could you wait until…"

"No," the carpenter said. "John, I'm faxing you some information. Remember my Tetsujin, and the theory of supernatural events bringing it to life?"

"It's alive again?"

"Yes, and it has made many attempts to go outside when I'm not looking… hey!" Tetsujin stopped and look innocently at the old man from half way out the window. "It just tried again. I'm going to bring it to your lab. You say you have a client willing to pay millions for a mimicking humanoid robot, right?"

"Yes, a former heir to the Mishima Zaibitzu, before he was expelled."

"Yes, yes. Just don't fail me, John." The old carpenter observed the Tetsujin sitting on the dummy, punching it to a pulp. The dummy was still extremely dead.

"Father, stop calling me John, everyone calls me Doctor Abel now."

Reviews for Chapter Two!

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