Chapter Four: Theorizing.
Author's Note: Hey…remember me? MooNTeARZ! The psychotic author of Angels and Demons? Ring any bells? Yes? No? Anyway, I'm back from the dead and oblivion to bring you another chappie of Crimson Destiny…to quote Lil' Kim, I've been gone for a minute and now I'm back…sorry it took so long to update…anyway, read and review please!
"Okay…I'm gonna pull this out on three…ready?" Hwoarang spoke in a calm, soothing voice.
"Alright…just hurry up!" Jamie said through gritted teeth.
Jamie sat on the edge of his bed, doubled over in pain as the skewer jutted prominently through his shoulder. He had already lost copious amounts of blood, and had passed out on the street…Hwoarang and Robbie carried him to his house and up to his room.
The Nephilim woke up when Robbie accidentally shifted his weight and banged Jamie's head against the door frame. He stared Hwoarang in the face…Robbie, Mina, and Maureen were around the Nephilim's queen sized bed watching the cumbersome act about to take place.
"One…" Hwoarang began.
Jamie braced himself for three…when he would feel the immense pain of getting this skewer ripped from his body…unfortunately; he heard a sickening wet sound after one…and incredible, searing pain shoot forth from his body.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!" Jamie screamed.
The Nephilim quickly grabbed his shoulder to staunch the flow, and stood up.
"Easy…easy there Jamie…sit down for a sec…" Robbie said in a soothing voice.
"Not before he gets that shirt off and gets some bandages on that wound." Mina cautioned.
Slowly, through gritted teeth Jamie pulled his blood stained shirt off while Maureen guided him towards his small, yet efficient bathroom…Hwoarang, and the Nephilim's friends followed suit. Jamie sat on the toilet (the seat was down) and applied the bandages with expert care.
Truthfully, Jamie had been injured far worse then this…in fact, on a scale of one to ten this latest wound ranked at about a five…but the force of the blow was what had done him in. He had never in his three years of being the Nephilim ever fought a vampire with as much strength as that of the raven haired ring leader from tonight.
In fact…dare he say it? This young vamp might have even been stronger then Devil.
Call it intuition if you wanted to…but Jamie could sense how powerful certain beings were…and what perhaps scared him the most about this latest threat was the fact that this strange newcomer had been holding back…Jamie could sense that he wasn't using his full powers…perhaps it was a test?
About five minutes later, the pain had begun to slowly ebb away, and the blood stopped rushing out of him like a busted dam. Normal people might have needed medical attention…but the life of a Nephilim was a life of scrutiny…if he went to the hospital there would be questions…questions that Jamie couldn't and didn't feel like answering.
It would have been quite difficult to explain exactly how he got a skewer jammed into his shoulder.
"Sorry about that Jamie…but the sooner I got that thing out the better." Hwoarang said apologetically.
"No its okay…don't worry about it," Jamie began as he stood up.
He slowly walked around his room, and tested his wounded arm…flexing and stretching it as much as he could. It still hurt, but the pain would go away soon…by morning it would have healed completely.
"Well," Robbie breathed. "I don't mean to be rude or anything but now that we know that Jamie's NOT dead; why is a world famous martial artist standing here in his room?"
"I agree…no offense Mr. Hwoarang, but why in the world would you be here of all places?" Maureen said.
"I guess it's not for a friendly visit to catch up on old times is it?" Jamie asked.
Hwoarang shook his head and spoke. "Sorry Jamie…I mean, I wish it was…but…"
"Just tell how bad it is." Jamie interrupted.
Wordlessly, Hwoarang reached into his back pack and pulled out a circular object covered with a cloth. He walked over to Jamie's desk, where Mina was sitting, unwrapped the object, and placed it on the counter.
It was a green orb…more specifically, a jade orb. It wasn't incredibly large…it was about palm sized…and about as heavy as a paper weight. It had the Japanese symbol for faith on it.
Even from this far away, Jamie could sense the raw power exuding from it.
"So what is it, a new age paperweight?" Mina asked.
She picked up the orb and began to examine it. Eventually, the orb was passed around the room until Jamie touched it. When he did, a rush of energy coursed through him momentarily…sort of like a mild static shock.
"It's one of the seven Shakra Orbs…it's said that these Orbs were worn by Buddha himself…they helped him attain enlightenment." Hwoarang stated.
"So…what? Do the demons want to become all tree hugger and peace loving? 'Cause it would make my job a helluva lot easier." Jamie wondered.
"Not exactly…these orbs can do a number of different things…true, attaining enlightenment is their main purpose…but they can be used to do any number of powerful spells…resurrection…teleportation…unimaginable power…"
"So, the usual stuff?" Robbie asked.
"But who wants it exactly? I mean, we weren't there, but Jamie said that he gave Devil a big ol' eviction notice from Kazuya's body?" Maureen asked.
"And honestly, since then, there hasn't really been any threats," Mina began. "Well, except for tonight."
"That vamp was insanely powerful…I mean, I got in killing distance with him at least twice tonight, and both times he's kicked my ass without even trying." Jamie muttered.
"Honestly though Jamie, he's not who I came to warn you about…there's someone else," Hwoarang sighed. "Probably even more powerful then Devil could ever hope to be…his name is Jinpachi Mishima."
"Mishima?" Jamie questioned.
Hwoarang began to relay the tale of Jinpachi to Jamie and his young friends…fifteen minutes later, he finished.
"You mean he injected the Devil Gene into his own body!" Jamie asked in disbelief.
"He wanted power…more then he could ever dream of…Heihachi Mishima locked him under Hon Maru…and technically, he had died…but the Devil Gene inside him kept him alive. Normally, he would have the power to unleash Hell on Earth by just thinking about it…but keeping a corpse alive is draining. He's weakened, so he's having Dr. Abel do his dirty work and find these Shakra Orbs to help him regain his powers."
"But we've got a head start right? I mean, without seven, he can't have the powers he wants." Mina said.
"But if he's as powerful as you say he is…then he'll just keep coming after us until he gets this last one…" Jamie argued.
"That's why I came to get you Jamie. The VDA is scrambling on a wild goose chase trying to find these orbs…there hidden across the globe. Julia's heading research, but we haven't heard back at all from Xiao and Kazama in Paris…Our first stop is there, to find them, and report back…"
"Suit me up then…looks like I'm going all around the world…kinda like Justin's World Destruction Tour…only instead of pranks and skating…I'll have gut wrenching misery and horror…" Jamie murmured. "When do we leave?"
"Well, as soon as possible…like now!" Hwoarang answered.
Jamie winced…he knew he couldn't risk his friends…this was a solo Nephilim mission.
"I guess we're stuck cooling our heels here worrying about you like last time huh?" Robbie asked.
"Not helpful bro…it just makes more sense this way…I mean, you all have parents, and it's going to be kind of difficult to explain this world wind trip around the world to them right?" Jamie stated rationally.
Soon, everyone left Jamie's room, so he could pack…Hwoarang said he would wait outside for him…that is…everyone left but…Mina…
"So, you're leaving again?" She asked; she gazed out at the moon from Jamie's sliding glass doors.
"Mina…" Jamie began.
"I know," She interrupted. "I know that you have a job to do…I'm sorry…I don't mean to sound selfish…I just…I just worry about you that's all…I mean, you leave, and I never know if this is the last time that…" She didn't finish, a single tear slid down her face.
Jamie moved to wipe it away, and tilted her head towards his. "Hey, you know that I'm always careful…I'll be fine, don't worry…but…I do have one favor to ask you…" Jamie gazed into her eyes. "Will you…wait…for me?"
"Of course I will…I'll be right here when you get back-"
"That's not what I meant." Jamie interrupted.
"I know what you meant…and yes…of course…I'll wait for you…" She gaze him a light, passionate kiss on the cheek, then smiled at him. "Now, when you come back, you'll get the rest."
"Well, talk about an incentive!" Jamie grinned back.
And so, twenty minutes later, Hwoarang and Jamie left for the airport…tearful goodbyes were exchanged…and as Jamie drove away from the neighborhood, he watched his brother…whose eyes were glassy with tears…and Jamie vowed, right then and there that he would return home.
Author's Note: HOLY CRAP! I'm so sorry it took so long to update! But I had so much sht to do! So, I wholeheartedly apologize for taking this long to update! Spring Break is next week so that should give me plenty of time to continue this story! Read and review please…sorry if I rushed through this chappie but it's insanely late over here and I need to get to bed! LOVE TO EVERYONE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!