Author's notes: To the usertekkenlover: I am happy to see you wanting to see more of my story. I try my best to update as often as possible. If I am a little late, I apologize. Anyway here's the next chapter.

Christie was so thrilled to see Eddy alive and in good health. She stayed close hugging and kissing, pressing her luscious lips against his facial area more than she had ever done before. It was just so great to see the young man again. But even though he was alive, Christie wondered of his survival and how managed to live after being injected by a numerous amount of bullets.

"I don't understand. How did you survive?" Christie asked in wonder.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that I am alive."

Just then, a small knife was suddenly chucked down from the sky and landed straight into Eddy's arm, causing him to let go of Christie's body. In serious pain, Eddy dropped to the ground holding the top of his forearm.

"Eddy!" Christie screamed.

The dark stranger that had saved her life from the other day appeared from the sky, swooping down like a hawk in the vast darkness of the night. He came to Christie's side and immediately pulled her away from Eddy. She tried to pull the other way and go back to help her friend, but the stranger's grip was too strong to break way from.

"What are you doing? Let go! How could you hurt Eddy like that?" she said.

"That man is not Eddy, he's an imposter," said the stranger.

Christie's eyes widened not believing a single word, but the stranger was indeed right, for the man pretending to be Eddy reached into his pocket for a gun and pulled out a compact sized pistol. He aimed it towards Christie's backside preparing to shoot, but was quickly impaled by one of the stranger's long, swift daggers. He dropped to the ground face first and died. After he was dead, Christie ran over to his corpse for an examination.

"That man right there is or should I say was specialized in the art of disguise," the stranger explained. "With the right makeup and accessories, he can make himself look like anybody. He can even imitate their voices."

Christie felt bad now realizing it wasn't the dear friend she had grown to admire. The imposter was so convincing and believable to her to be Eddy. After examining the body, she looked back at the stranger in question.

"Why did he disguise himself like Eddy?"

"He did it obviously to draw you out of the house. "They" must now know your location and where you stay. If you continue to linger around there any longer they'll try other tactics. Not only that, but you'll put your Native American friend in danger."

"You mean, Julia?"

"Yes," the stranger said, faintly.

"Well, what do I do then?"

"Perhaps change your look and identity and move somewhere else."

"And what will you be doing?"

"Tracking down the people, what else?"

"Look, sir, I'm not going to run away in fear from this any longer. Let me come with you to find these people."

"Are you crazy? Its much too dangerous."

"I don't care. I've lost two loved ones because of these people. I feel I must participate in hunting them down. You don't realize I am capable of defending myself."

"Yes, you can fight, but you are not heavily trained like me."

"Then teach me!"

"What?"

"Teach me your ways. Teach me how to fight like you…please."

The stranger pondered for a moment. It was not his mission to train Christie, but to keep her safe and protect her. He felt like she was pleading for the world.

"Ok. I'll do it, but I am not going to teach you everything I know because you don't need to. I promise it's going to be very harsh and tough to learn, so you better be ready. Right now, I'm going to take you some place far from here to where we can practice. We'll begin at dawn."

Dawn approached, and Christie had just woken up from a bed of leafs in the woods. She was still wearing the tank top and the sweat pants Julia gave her. She sat around waiting for the stranger's return on a fallen tree branch. The sky was clear and the area was vastly quiet. It sort of reminded her of her homeland just without the palm trees and the crystal clear flowing water on the crescent beach. Soon, the stranger appeared still clad in his black attire. He slipped on his tented glasses and crossed his arms.

"Are you ready?"

Christie nodded and moved forward towards his position.

"By the way, what do I call you? You said you don't have a name, but I have to call you something."

The stranger stared at her while appearing deep in thought. He cleared his throat and paused for a second before speaking.

"Some call me Raven, The Dark Talon of Death."

"Ok, Raven, where do we begin?"

The training was brutal and long lasting. Raven didn't have much time to teach Christie much for he had other business to attend. He left Christie out in the wilderness many times and had her wondering why he did since he was supposed to be protecting her in the first place. Raven's job called upon him to handle important state of affairs. With his absence, Christie would practice the moves on her own without any assistance. Once Raven returned they would resume their sparring. He was so secretive about everything in his life including his job. There was never a time he would share anything about himself.

Christie believed he was some sort of agent, and naturally she was right. Raven was really a skilled and ruthless agent that worked for a government intelligence agency. He was currently investigating the constant murdering and assassinations that had been taking place all across the globe with some being successful and others weren't. No one knew the cause but it was mostly aimed at specific people that participated in the King of The Iron Fist Tournament and innocent bystanders. The murders and killings were somehow linked together and Raven was called forth to investigate and find seek out the organization behind the events and what their purpose for the murders were. After Eddy and his master had been shot, the next target was said to be Christie Monteiro, Eddy Gordo's close friend and his master's granddaughter. Raven managed to save Christie before any harm came to her.

Soon, the moon was out in full circle gleaming on both Christie and Raven. Sweat was already pouring from her head and toes. The training was like nothing she had ever endured before, and Raven was mostly being as helpful as he could be. Sometimes he was rough on Christie and others times he went easy. His bellowing voice would scream at her when she messed up, and she really didn't appreciate him yelling at her like he did, but he saw it as the best way for her to work. The night was young and they still had much to do before wrapping things up.