"Hey, Is that guy dead already?" A girl asked her friend. Her firend just shrug. There was a police line. A body of a red-haired Korean was sprawled on the ground .The middle of his jacket got a hole .He was not moving. He was covered in blood.

"Isn't he the one on T.V?" asked the girl again.

"You're right. The Tae-Kwon-Do fighter in The King of Iron Fist Tournament is dead?" answered her friend.

"What're you sayin' dead?" The Korean turned his head to the girls. The girls screamed and so did everyone else.

"A ZOMBIE!" they screamed.

"A zombie? Dudes, dudes you're all wrong I'm still alive and well except for all these bruises." cried Hwoarang as he sat up.The police officer walked over to him.

"You better go to the hospital now Kid."

"No thanks. I'm all right. It's just some minor cuts anyway." He stood up and dusted himself. 'man! I can't believe I caught all their attention.' Hwoarang sighed and thought. As he went back to his hotel, the people stared at him. He sighed once again. 'Damn! Stop staring at me! I'm not a living dead!' He was pissed off

Hwoarang finally got back to his hotel, he took of his jacket and sat down infront of the TV. He had a lollipop on his mouth. He turned it on. "Nothing nice to watch. What a drag!" He sighed and stood up to go out for a walk at night again.

Jin on the other hand was found by the cops too. They carried him into a stretcher and rode off to the nearest hospital.

"ouch! What the!" he felt the pain on his chest. He looked down and saw a red glowing tribal mark. "Where in the world did I get this tattoo. I don't remember going to a tattoo salon."

"The devil's blood is flowing in your veins now Hwoarang." A voice replied. Hwoarang's eyes widened he turned around but saw no one. "Hey show yourself! Who are you?"

"Yo! Punk! Who're you talking to? Ya crazy? Or something?" a 7 foot tall man stood behind Hwoarang with his gang members. Hwoarang peered over his shoulder. A punch was aiming at him.He quickly dodged it.

"Hey! What gives? Fatso? I'm not doin' anything to you and your stinking gang!" said Hwoarang sarcastically with a smirk. "Sooooooo…. Whadda ya want with me?"

"Your money!" answered the stranger, he pointed to Hwoarang's silver bracelet. "and that shiny jewelry you've got there. Punk!"

Hwoarang gave him an evil glare. "Dream on! Shit head! There's no way you can get my money or my bracelet. But you can have a knuckle sandwich if you want" He shoved his fist infront of his face and smirked. "You up for some?"

The man gritted his teeth, He ordered his men to attack Hwoarang. "Don't mess with me you little-"

Hwoarang grinned he quickly dodged the baseball bat that was aiming at him.He grinned and countered with a spin kick to the back of the head. Hwoarang chuckled and taunted the other thugs. "Who's next?"

"KYAA! " all of them ran towards him. Hwoarang let an evil smile cross his face. Flames started to encircle him. As he growled, his teeth now had fangs. His nails grew sharper. He went berserk and smashed the head of the first thug who came on the floor. His eyes were blood red, it burned with rage. The pupil of his eyes were like that of a tiger. Everybody started to back away. They ran screaming but he teleported in front of them and showed his fangs as he killed them all. Blood was on his hands and on his face.

The 7 foot tall man fell to his knees as he begged.

"No! don't kill me!" He buried his hands on his pocket and threw all the money and jewelry that he had to Hwoarang "Here take these all just don't kill me!" he begged

"Die! Scumbag!" Hwoarang growled and strangled him to death. He laughed evilly. Wings sprouted from his back. He flew away leaving the dead bodies. A red flaming feather fell as he flew away.