TEKKEN 6: A NEW LEGACY CHAPTER 2, Hey guys, sup, sorry I forgot to introduce myself last time, hi I'm Robert Byron, a newbie at writing Fanfics, but a bit of a professional at writing my own stories, well here's chapter 2 of my Tekken Fanfic. (PS: thanx to those kind people, who read my first Fanfic).
Heihachi Mishima was standing inside a very dim lit room, holding a vial with some strange green mixture inside it. 'They have better gotten it right this time, or so help me, I'll kill them and their families" he said angrily. He stared at the green mixture for a moment, raised it up so it glowed a little, and gulped it down. After a few minutes, he started to choke; he was already on knees, when his 6 prickly gray hairs started to turn scarlet, and his skin turned blue and his eyes turned to a dark shade of red, covering his eyeballs, and finally black feathery wings suddenly sprouted out from his back; he was a devil. "Finally, I have what is rightfully mine", he said with a loud laugh, "Now, I can rise to power and rule the world" He said greedily, in some kind of a doubled voice. After a few minutes, he closed his eyes and concentrated hard, the wings on his back suddenly disappeared, his hair turned back to its old shade of gray, his eyes lost the dark red shade it had a while ago and his skin turned back to its fair tan color. He looked at his right arm, and there embalmed on his right bicep was a black thunder shaped scar, much like a tattoo. The door suddenly opened, and a man in a black coat came rushing in, his sunglasses lay askew and sweat has flowing down from his fat brow, "Sir, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. ""Oh, Nothing", Heihachi replied happily, "But Sir, you seemed to be in pain", Replied the man stubbornly. "That is none of your business! Now if you may…… LEAVE!" He shouted, angrily. The man hurriedly followed this command and left at once, shutting the door. Heihachi was very satisfied with this silence and proceeded to speak, "HAHAHA! Now, I have the wealth and the power to rule the world! And nobody, I mean NOBODY! Will stop me" He said in a greedy tone. With that he left the room, leaving the room in a dim and dark silence.
Jin Kazama was bailed out, as promised, the day after his confinement. He was very happy to get out that place; it was dark and smelly, the place was full of rats and the Inmates always bullied him. He knew he couldn't fight them (because he would get into more trouble) and he also knew that he couldn't call the night watchman for help (the inmates paid the night watchman to ignore his calls) it was a truly horrible experience for Jin. Jin was scrolling down the cobblestone sidewalks of Tokyo again; he was heading for his apartment, until something caught his eye. He walked near the rusty newspaper stand, and looked at the front headline on the newspaper.
KING OF IRON FIST TOURNAMENT 6 TO BE HELD:
Heihachi Mishima, who regained his spot as president and C.E.O of the Mishima Zaibatsu has officially announced the holding of TEKKEN (The king of iron fist tournament) 6. The official date of the beginning of the tournament was not yet been announced but Heihachi promised the media that he will personally announce the date on………..
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Jin was staring at the paper so hard, that he didn't notice the old vendor eyeing him sternly, "well are you going to buy it?" the old man said, in a throaty voice. Jin looked up at the old man, smiling "Yes, I was just checking the front headline, here" Jin handed the man 20 Yen and in return he was given the news paper. He hurriedly turned it to page 6 and read the rest of the Headline; April 6th of this year. It is expected that old favorites, will return, such as the mysterious ninja Yoshimitsu, the mysterious kenpo master Feng Wei and that young man of 22 who is rumoured to have devil blood inside him, JIN KAZAMA, we have no news of this highly awaited event but for now, here are the list of the current participants.
Jin was shocked, what a cruel thing to say to him, but he decided to let it slip, for now he would just look at the list of participants. There were old faces like Feng Wei, Yoshimitsu, Marshall Law (Jin wondered what trouble has gotten himself into again) and there were two new faces, Terry Montgomery and John Holdore, Judging by the family name Jin thought that they were Americans. Jin had finished reading the headline and thought that there was no other news he would be interested in, in this issue so he folded it and threw into a nearby trash can. As Jin walked home, he felt something new, a feeling he had never felt before, a feeling urging him to do something, a feeling urging him to fight.