Kazuya slowly moved away from Christie as he spotted Raven crawling to his knees. Indeed the blow had hurt her as she placed a hand over her throbbing stomach to ease the pain a bit. Kazuya then brought his attention back to Christie, shaking his head in pity as he watched her stand. Most people who challenged him would not dare get up after taking a blow like that, but Christie was not giving in so easily.
"So, you wish for me to beat you even more. Have you not had enough?" Kazuya said.
"The real question is have you had enough of me." Christie smiled, confidently. "Don't get upset because of this being too much woman for you to handle.
She bounced around on the balls of her feet as she circled a glaring Kazuya, as he watched her movements. Knowing it was the art of capoeria she was bringing into the battle, he charged her at rapid speed, but the moment she was within his line of reach, she split her legs apart and sagged onto the dirt. His fist missed her as she swung her foot into his leg and tripped him. Kazuya fell, and managed to catch himself before touching the ground. Christie was ready to attack him again and swung another kick his way. However, Kazuya saw her foot coming toward him just before he rose up and caught it. Looking at her sinisterly, he swept her standing leg off balance, letting her fall back into the dirt beneath her.
Christie spun her legs around in a helicopter like motion until she was back on her feet. She swung more kicks at Kazuya, but he would evade and guard himself from each one before they could land a single hit.
"Ha!" Christie yelled as she kept swinging her legs and arms around. Kazuya was backing up and she believed she had him on the defensive, but he quickly grabbed a hold of her neck and began firmly choking it with an intense grip. Christie coughed and sputtered, as she could not breath any air into her lungs as the hold remained in place.
"Now little girl, you were talking awfully big earlier. Let's see you run that mouth of yours now!"
"I can still talk big all I want, because unlike me, you have a certain weakness that I plan to exploit.
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" he grunted.
He strengthened the force of his grip and choked her even harder with Raven finally able to get to his feet and assist Christie. However, before he could lend a hand, he saw Christie immediately kick Kazuya straight in the groin. Kazuya's infuriated eyes widened as he let go of the Brazilian and fell to the ground holding himself below the waist. "That's the weakness," Christie smiled, as she bent her head down toward his face.
Raven smirked slightly as he came over and placed his foot on Kazuya's back.
"Alright, Kazuya! Start talking!
"About what?" he grunted.
"Your assassins. Why are they attacking the entrees from last year's King of Iron Fist Tournament?"
"It is not me that's ordering them."
"What?"
"Yes. Sure, they work for me but I have not given them any orders to do such things. Without the fighters, there would be no King of the Iron Fist Tournament, you idiot!"
"Are you lying to me? If I were you I'd start telling the truth," Raven said, bringing out one of his trusty knifes to persuade Kazuya.
"Wait, Raven! Stop!" Christie ordered, putting her body over Kazuya's
"What are you doing?"
"I believe him. I know it is strange but I do. I don't think he's lying."
"Of course I'm not, but if you want to believe such rubbish then go ahead!"
Raven grunted and withdrew his weapon. "Let's head back."
Christie followed as her and Raven took off, meeting the helicopter and pilot on a nearby rooftop. With them getting inside, the helicopter flew up into the sky.
Raven banged his fist against the wall angrily. He thought for sure he had found the culprit, but it turned out he was wrong. Suddenly, the helicopter began to shake and throw everyone off balance on the floor. A large windstorm occurred right outside, bringing the helicopter out of the sky and propelling it toward the ground. As an emergency procedure, Raven grabbed a parachute, as did Christie and jumped from the aircraft. The helicopter then smashed into the ground, exploding into a fiery haze of smoke and metal. The pilot was dead with the helicopter gone and destroyed.
Raven and Christie looked around, appearing to be in a canyon of some sort.
"I'll radio for someone to come pick us up," Raven said, as he tapped into his communicator. Strangely, something was jamming the frequency and prohibiting him from making radio contact with his associates.
The wind started to pick up again and blew fiercely toward the two before they could outrun it. Through the swirling gusts of wind, something emerged out from the distance. A large figure in the shape of a man came walking toward Raven and Christie. With that, the wind suddenly quieted and disappeared.
Raven looked up to see what he at first thought was a ghost. What he had actually seen was far from it. "It can't be! Jin…Jin…..Jinpachi Mishima?"
The large man chuckled evilly.
"Yes, it is I. I am finally back!"
"But your dead! You cannot be alive. What's going on?"
"I wasn't as dead as you thought. I still had enough strength to live, but my body was weakened. I had to recover. After the last King of Iron Fist Tournament, I have wanted nothing but sweet revenge against all the fighters that participated that tried to bring me down. With them out of the way, no one will be able to interfere once I begin destroying everything in all existence."
"What is he talking about?" Christie murmured.
"I get it now. The fighters are the only people strong enough to defeat him. If he eliminates all the best fighters on the planet, nobody will be able to kill him. He fears all of them, including you and me."
"I possessed Kazuya's hit men while I recovered to do the job for me, and sadly none of them were able to carry out my wishes. Except for maybe two measly individuals."
"You mean Eddy and my grandfather!" Christie shouted in knowing anger.
"Ah yes. Two people were all they managed to kill. You were next, young woman. But you escaped and evaded them, thanks to the efforts of the man that stands beside you. I have been watching you two since the beginning, and I am tired of having my plans ruined by the likes of you! Prepare yourselves!"
Jinpachi powered up and hurled a speeding ball of flame from his stomach. Raven quickly took hold of Christie's body and fell to the ground. Once avoiding the large projectile, they stood, ready to move into battle.
"Ok Raven!" Christie screamed.
"Ok Raven what?"
"Let's kick this guys ass!"
"I couldn't agree more," he said, pulling out a handful of knifes from his back.
To start things off, Jinpachi threw a fist out to Christie and Raven, but they both jumped out of the way, evading his attack. While in the air, Raven chucked a few knifes at Jinpachi but he quickly blew them away with a gust of wind created with just a wave of his hand. Christie then appeared behind him, descending from the sky with a thudding kick to the forehead similar to one of Raven's techniques.
Jinpachi tried to sit up, and as he did, a knife pierced into his stomach and chest with Christie running up and kicking them further into his flesh by the use of her feet and pounded him with a flurry of combos. Before she had him on the ropes, the old Mishima shoved her away and launched another fireball from his belly, but Christie dodged it and returned with a fierce strike of her own with the use of her foot in his abdomen.
Jinpachi soon felt woozy and tried to reach out to Christie and grab her. That was when Christie looked to the ground and saw one knife left on the ground. She took hold of the weapon by the handle and drove it straight into Jinpachi's heart. The elderly Mishima gasped in disbelief as he fell to the ground and dissolved into scattered dust, carried off by the pushing winds he created that later diminished.
Christie fell to the ground with a smile on her face and giving a brief thumbs up to Raven. She began to laugh triumphantly as she placed her hands on the floor. The tone of her constant chuckle then shifted, transforming into a saddened cry. Raven came to her side and she immediately threw her arms around him and starting leaking tears onto the leather of his uniform. He stood still, not knowing what to say, placing his hands around her back, sympathetically. Christie was crying because of her grandfather and Eddy. Though she solved the mystery and got her revenge, they were dead. She was forced to roam her life alone without either of them, the too dearest people in her heart.
Raven radioed for a helicopter as Christie continued to cry in his arms.
"Have a helicopter pick us up…."
Two days later
Christie was back in her home country of Brazil, dressed in her skimpy attire and watching the cool breeze move past the lively palm trees. Raven stood by her side, ready to depart on such short notice after returning her home. However, before he could disappear, Christie had caught up with him.
"Where are you going?" she said in a concerned tone.
"Not really sure," he said softly.
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
"Yes. I must go. There are other problems to be solved."
Christie then asked a question he did not think she would ask.
"Will I ever see you again?"
Raven paused for a moment. "Maybe…."
"Well, good luck. And thank you for what you have done. I appreciate it, and I'm sure Eddy and Grandpa would to," she said, fighting back a tear. With a quick nod, Raven disappeared in a flash.
Christie proceeded to the graveyard where Eddy and her Grandfather had a recent burial after their murder. In her hands, she held a sweet smelling bouquet of roses. Laying them on the tombstones in front of her, she wiped a few tears from her eyes before standing back up. She left minutes later after saying a quick prayer and blowing a kiss to each tombstone.
It soon started to rain after Christie had long left the graveyard. In the shadows, a figure lurked, coming over toward the tombstones of both Eddie and Christie's grandfather. It was Raven, pulling a couple of roses out from his pocket and laying them in front of the tombstones. He then placed his hands together in a praying motion and then placed a small knife by each grave, meaning a signature of respect by his standards. He then looked up into the sky, as the rain trickled off his glasses.
"Until we meet again, Christie," he whispered.
With that, he later wandered back into the darkness and disappeared.
Well ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed my story as I have enjoyed writing it. There may be a Christie story from me in the future, I cannot tell right now, but it is a possibility. I am not going to be doing multiple fics at a time anymore, whether you have noticed or not, because it is too time consuming and frustrating. Most of my attention will be brought upon two new fics I have in the works, one being a fic involving the deadly Tekken assassin, Nina Williams, and the other being a fic for the Dead or Alive series. If you are interested, please add me to your author alert list to ensure you do not miss it, or just be on the look out for my name. Thank you all for the encouragement and support you have shown me.
Peace.