The Untold Tekken Story 3: The Hands of Fate

Chapter 1: Abuse

"Daddy no!" I cried as he slammed his fist into my back.

"I didn't mean to lose the fight!" His right fist collided with my mouth, sending me flying backwards and crashing into the wall. My black hair flew wildly about my face and I couldn't tell if the red I was seeing was my red streaks…or blood. By the way, my name is Sylvia Kwon and you're seeing how I grew up.

I'm eighteen years old now and this was a few years ago. Every time I lost a fight, my father would beat me as punishment. He still does this. I've never had the courage to fight back, he is my father after all. No matter how much I may disagree with him and his ways, I still am obligated to respect him.

So yeah, I was always catching the beat down from my dad, he always hated it when I lost a fight. My fighting style is called the Burning Phoenix Martial Art. It's a family secret and it's only taught to those within the Kwon bloodline. They kind of messed up already because I'm not of actual Kwon blood. I was adopted into the family when I was a young girl. Apparently, my parents didn't want me so they shipped me off to America where I came to be adopted by a half Japanese, half Korean family. I'm actually Korean, but some confuse me for being Chinese or Japanese.

Anyways, I came to live on Long Island, New York. I attended various private schools, trying desperately to "get the education that I deserved". Whatever. Basically, my family is rich and they wanted me to have the best of everything there is. My stepmother is the only one I get along with, since she doesn't beat me whenever I lose a fight. She is the only one to embrace me after my father is done and tell me that it was okay.

Father on the other hand, would never accept defeat. To him, defeat was not part of the Kwon heritage. It was something unheard of in my family. My mother was the one who taught me the Burning Phoenix Martial Arts. The moves were mainly used to stun and render one unconscious, but my father taught me the more brutish moves. Because of this, nobody in school ever messed with me. They knew what I was capable of, and this fact was the one that always scared my enemies into submission. All except one: Peter Antuma.

Sure he was a good guy, but that's what I always hated about his personality, he was a 'good boy'. He never talked back to me when I made fun of him, hell I KNOW he let me win all our matches against one another. I have to admit though, the kid had guts. He got his ass beat by me everyday and walked away standing tall and proud. That's another thing that pissed me off about him: he never showed his emotions. Be real, who takes a beating and then walks away like it never happened?

Let's not forget the fact that he likes me. Uck! That's so gross! Nobody liked him in school, only a select few which did not include me. People always picked on him and put him down and honestly…I loved every minute of it. Yeah I know what you're thinking. But it's true, I'm a heartless bitch and I'm proud of it. He acts like he's the only one who's ever had to suffer, like he's the only one who knows pain. Why doesn't he realize that I know more about pain than he does? I was rejected by my family, tossed to another country, and now I catch an ass kicking every time I lose a fight.

Then, the hotshot found out that his parents were hurt, so he goes off to the King of Iron Fist Tournament 3. Since it was the first new one in over twenty years, he suddenly gained popularity at my school. All of a sudden, he was everybody's hero, everybody's role model. The principal would lecture the school on how he wished all his students were as determined as Peter, willing to die to for what they believed in. So were the Kamikazes.

He left for the tournament and never came back. While he was gone, his parents, in fact his entire family was murdered. NOW, he knew about pain. He was later adopted by King. I wonder if it was done out of pity. Anyways, he did pretty well in the tournament, even coming up to the top three. He was then defeated by his new stepfather, King. How ironic.

And then I found out that he died. He was killed by some monstrous being known as Ogre. I felt bad for the guy, hell I even cried. You have no idea how much regret I had building up inside of me. I felt like I'd killed Peter myself. I mean, he liked me and the best I could do was beat him up for it. I felt ridiculous, and for once I wasn't proud of being a bitch. I realized that I had a mistake with him.

But then I found out that he was indeed alive. I don't how, I don't know why, but I suddenly hated him all over again. How dare he play with me like that? Did he fake his death? I don't know, and I don't care but now I have a bigger problem. My best friend Tiffanie has gone missing. She just disappeared one day after school. I think she was kidnapped, in fact I know she was kidnapped.

After she disappeared, I got a letter in the mail. Inside was a warning, telling me that whoever this was had Tiffanie, and that if I didn't enter the latest King of Iron Fist Tournament, then bad things would happen to her. So I took the invitation and with my parents' permission, I decided to enter to save her. I left out the whole situation with Tiffanie, but I told them about the tournament. My father approved right away, telling me that it would be a good opportunity to test my skills. My mother approved as well, saying it would help "build character". ANYways…I'll be leaving for the tournament soon.

No doubt, Peter would enter as well to try and save her. I wouldn't allow it. Just like all the other times, I'll kick his ass and save her myself. Sorry Pete, but it looks like you're going down…again.