Broken
Chapter 3
By BahamutZERO
After Kazuya had left, Jin stood on the rocky crag feeling overwhelmed. One moment, he was facing Heihachi, consumed by the devil, and the next moment he wakes up staring at his father. Jin felt no remorse or regret or Heihachi's death. He was an evil man, and deserved what he got. Jun would disapprove; or would she? Probably not.
In any case, Jin felt his strength returning to him. Heihachi defeated him while Jin was trapped in his devil form. However, Jin remembered how he had defeated Heihachi in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4 as a human. Jin surmised that no matter how powerful his Devil Gene was, he would always be stronger when not under its influence.
Jin did not have a lot of time for thinking, as the winds began to pick up and he knew that his great-grandfather, Jinpachi Mishima, would be arriving soon to meet the finalist from the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Although the finalist was Kazuya, he had to escape from this place, as he was in no condition to fight this creature.
Jin looked up and spotted Jinpachi. He had a decidedly humanoid appearance with several freakish modifications: giant spikes jutted from his shoulders, a huge gaping mouth was fitted in his chest, and he emitted an eerie blue aura. Jinpachi leapt from his perch and landed with a thud several meters away from Jin. The younger fight did not even flinch.
Jinpachi spoke with a voice not of this earth: "My children. Never did I know that a younger generation of Mishima had risen from the ashes of my demise. My own son, now dead, has paid for his crime of incarcerating me in that desolate prison." Jin felt nothing. This thing was the source of the Mishima curse.
Jinpachi went on: "Jin, you have inherited my name. Yet you have become the most pure of all of Mishimas. I cannot imagine how," Jin thought briefly of his mother, "but this is the end for me. I cannot control myself or this dreaded power. You must stop me, Jin. You're the only who can."
With that, Jinpachi roared and a searing fireball blasted out from the second mouth. Jin dove out of the way, cleanly executing a forward roll and finishing on his feet. The old man had clearly lost his mind. Time to end this.
Jin rushed forward and delivered a hard right kick to Jinpachi's face. The older Mishima blocked it and returned the favor by extending his palm and releasing a wave of evil energy. Jin instinctively put his arms up, but he was somehow stunned and unable to move. Jinpachi then used a hammer punch, slamming Jin to the ground.
The hulking creature tried a foot stomp, but Jin grabbed the foot, and then wound his legs round the kneed. He pulled hard and Jinpachi came crashing to the ground. Jin rolled backwards to his feet and began circling again, weighing his options. He wasn't even going to consider using his "Median Line Destruction", an attack that involved sending several specially-aimed punches to the gut. For all intents and purposes, Jinpachi Mishima HAD no gut.
Jin decided to go with a leaping sidekick. He dashed forward two steps and jumped, left foot extended. But again, Jinpachi used that strange stunning move, arresting Jin's momentum dead in his tracks. Jin struggled but only managed to stagger backwards and Jinpachi launched a powerful series of blows, the last attack sending Jin flying.
"It's no use," Jin breathed to himself as he rose to his feet again. "Is this where it ends?"
Anna sat quietly in her first-class seat aboard the airliner. She was reviewing the information on her target. This shouldn't be too tough of a job, just a standard assassination. "Nothing I can't handle," she thought to herself.
She was just about to start devising a plan of attack, when the trouble started. Hearing some commotion, Anna turned to see a masked man standing up, firing an automatic machine gun. "Everyone down on the floor! This is a hi-jack! If you fuck with me, you're dead, so no hero shit!" He fired a burst upwards into the ceiling. And the crowd obeyed.
Screaming and pandemonium ensued as people either rushed to the floor or rushed to the exits. Anna was calm, however. "Oh, brother," she said to herself. She calmly rose from her seat and began to approach the terrorist. "Excuse me, sir," she said.
The terrorist spun around, aiming his gun at her head. "Hey! Did I say you could stand up, bitch?"
Anna stepped closer, so close that the barrel of the gun was almost touching her head. "I know you might be going to commandeer the cockpit in a moment, and I have a message for the captain. When you see him, tell him I-" And with lightning quick speed, Anna pushed the barrel sideways with one hand and grabbed the terrorist with the other. With the gun out of the way, she used her free hand uppercut him in the jaw.
Anna then executed a basic maneuver: She jumped and swung both of her legs around the terrorist's arm, taking him to the ground in an arm lock. And with a little pressure, she heard a satisfying crunch as his elbow was snapped. The terrorist screamed as Anna let go and rolled backwards to her feet. Then she calmly returned to her seat and continued looking through her papers as if nothing happened.
The passengers quickly disposed of the gun and restrained the crippled terrorist. One of them came up to Anna. "Excuse me, miss," he said, "but we didn't properly thank you."
Anna looked up: "For what? Oh, for that. Yes, um, you're welcome."
The confused passenger walked away. Anna had bigger things to focus on. Things like her target:
Craig Marduk.