My response to reviews.
Tekkenlover: hey that was cool, but i think i know who is the mystery guy its Raven ,plz update some more, are the other tekken cast going to be in here if so awesome if not its stay cool )
Author's reply: Yes, there will be. I don't like to give away things, but I already know that was going to be obvious to some. And thanks for the compliment.
rahaf: uh,hi there,where have u been,what happend 2 Nina's return,pls update soon...
as 4 this fic...looks good hope nina could make an apperance in it...good luck bro..
peace...
Author's reply: Hey there! Well, I don't know if you saw it but I left a message at the beginning of the chapter that states that I havent discontinued my fics that goes for Nina Returns as well. I just want to expand some more stories, especially the ones with the characters I don't often see being written about. Example: Christie, Anna, etc. The next chapter to Nina returns is almost finished anyway, so I should have it summitted within a few days.
On with the Story
There was a faint, distinctive silence as the two went into a brief stare down. Christie observed the stranger for a moment, examining his overall look. He appeared to be an African American with a short bleached haircut wearing tented glasses and all black attire. His physique was impressive as was the weaponry he had strapped to his body. A wide variety of knifes and other sharp instruments hung from his belted waist and back.
"Who are you?" Christie said, seeming a little shocked by his prompt appearance.
The dark stranger remained quiet and turned his back to Christie to leave and depart from the area. He started walking down the ally, refusing to answer her question, but before he got any farther, Christie stopped him and blocked off his path.
"I said who are you? Why did you help me?"
The stranger looked deep into Christie's eyes and could tell how serious she was with wanting answers. He gave a reply, but it wasn't quite the reply she wanted to hear.
"You should be thankful you're alive," he said, coldly.
"I am, but I want to know who you are and your purpose for helping me. It isn't everyday a guy like you comes along and saves somebody."
With a heavy sigh, the dark stranger explained all he could.
"I have no name," he said, answering her first question. "Those people I killed, there will be more of them coming after you. It isn't safe here. You must find some place else to live unless you want to end up like your grandfather and friend."
With that, he started to walk away again, but Christie stopped him before he reached the end of the ally way.
"How do you know about my Grandfather….and Eddie too?"
"Don't worry about it. Just find a place to stay until this whole ordeal is sorted out."
Christie turned her back with her voice starting to become a little weak. She didn't want to sit around and try to hide. She wanted to help find these people that killed Eddy and her Grandfather and ensure that they got what was coming to them.
"I'm not just going to hide and do nothing," she boldly stated. "Eddy and my Grandfather meant the world to me; I owe them too much."
Christie spun around after hearing no response come back to her. Only she stood in the ally by herself. The dark stranger had vanished, gone without a trace. Deciding to take some of his advice, Christie searched for a place to stay with having to abandon her friend's apartment complex. In truth, there was really nowhere she could go or stay. She didn't know anybody in America other than her friend. Days slowly went by with Christie getting no food or shelter. Her body was musty, tired, and hungry. Every minute or so her stomach would growl, begging to be fed. If she didn't get food soon, surely she would die on the outskirts of the city. Her throat was dry like thick balls of cotton and her breath stunk like rotting vegetables sitting at the bottom of a closed garbage bin.
Christie then collapsed on the pavement and blanked out. She awoke hours later, still living and breathing. Observing her surroundings, she took notice of being in someone's home. The house was cool with a heavy breeze from a nearby fan blowing against her skin. Apparently, a pair of black sweatpants and a white tank top now replaced the clothes she had worn from earlier. This was a stunning surprise for she wondered how she got inside such a wondrous place. On a nice comfortable brown sofa the young Brazilian laid, feeling the nice soft cushions of the padded pillows. Placing her uncovered feet down on the cold, marbled floor, Christie noticed a bowl of warm soup that had been placed beside her on a tray. Quickly she took small bites, enjoying the taste of the fresh vegetables that floated around inside the bowl.
"This is pretty good," she thought. "I've never tasted something so delicious before."
Just then, a young woman came out from the kitchen with her flowing hair tied in long braids. Startled by the woman's quick entrance, Christie placed the bowl back on the table and raised her head up to the side.
"Nice to see you're awake," said the woman, eyeing her closely.
"Where am I, and who are you?"
"Your inside my house, silly," the woman giggled. "My name is Julia, Julia Chang. And you are?" She extended her hand out, wanting Christie to shake it.
"Christie, Christie Monteiro," said the Brazilian, taking hold of Julia's hand and firmly shaking it.
"I found you on the streets unconscious. You looked like you were in need of help, so I brought you here."
"Well, I'm grateful for your kind gratitude. I thought I was a goner for sure with all the stuff that's been going on."
"What's been going on?" Julia asked, pulling up a chair to sit down in.
"I really don't want to talk about it," Christie noted. "Its very personal and bringing it up would make me very sad. Let's just say I've been going through a rough life right now."
Julia's head slumped down to her chest.
"Its ok, you don't have to tell if you don't want to."
"Well, that's good. Can I ask a favor of you?"
"Sure," Julia nodded.
"Would you mind me staying here for awhile? I mean, just until I can find somewhere else to go?"
Julia fidgeted with her glasses for a second. She didn't want Christie to leave since she was a very lonely person and didn't have anyone to talk to. It had been years since she had anyone to chat with or hang around.
"Nonsense. You can stay here as long as you like."
"Are you sure? Because I don't want to be a burden," Christie said, not wanting to cause problems with her stay.
"Of course. I don't mind it."
Later that day, Christie had no idea she was being watched from afar through the binoculars of the dark stranger. He wanted to make certain she was all right and no harm was coming to her. Things were going smoothly for now and he had another job to attend to in collaboration with Christie's predicament. With a big leap, he jumped off the rooftop and disappeared into the shadows.