A New Kind Of Devil chapter 1
Reaor! Translation: Hi, I'm kingkong (now with emotional issues!) I'm on top of the Statue of Liberty! Can't a depressed ape molest a national monument without The Man bringing him down? I forgot the summary and $!#$# here comes the disclaimer! I don't own DOA but I wish I did I could really...! So, anyway, Kusami meets an unknown fighter while at a tournament and takes an interest in him! And that's one to game on. Ahh, how I love my new slogan!
Reor! Translation: The wind was harsh that night. The rain came down like hail. Overhead, a meteor shower flew across the cloudless sky like a beautiful reign of independence fireworks. Kusami was on her way to the tournament.
Tonight was prom night. Kusami was exploring the surface of suicide in a depressed mood. She toyed with the thought of driving a spear into her heart while looking out of her window. While every other family around her was enjoying a milestone in their children's lives, she reflected on what was supposed to have been her prom night.
She had been 17. That was before the tournament. She would have been the sexiest girl there. She knew it. If she had gone, she knew she would have been the first girl to be laid.
She had bought the "perfect" dress. It had been beautiful. The dress had a slit that went half the full length of the material. The slit even revealed a large portion of her silk, see-through panties. The dress also revealed a lot of cleavage, since she refused to wear bras. (Ha Ha! "Sexy" moment leads nowhere!) But, she had not gone that night. She had been forced to stay at the fight. Yes, the street fights in Zack's basement were the most fun she had ever experienced. (Especially the after-parties.)
The nightlife in Hong Kong had given her the best memories of her life. But memories were the past. And the past, no, her past was painful. But good memories were medicine. Good memories could save your life. (And that's one to game on) Time was a deadly and dangerous place. One no person can take shelter in. After all, the old fables teach that only ghosts dwell in the past. (And that's another one to game on Yeah! I'm on a roll!)
"But they made me stay. They made me face that… that thing." She assured herself.
And now she had to face it again. Now she had to concern herself with her future, not her past.
Now, the evil was headed toward her. And she couldn't wait to face it. This time, the battle would only end with one of the fighters headed to the bone-yard.
Reeoar! Translation: Oh no! I made what I hate, "Gosh Darn" cliffies! PLEASE R&R