Chapter 6: Crossing Over

Through the Eyes of Peter

I walked the lonely streets of Tokyo. King and I arrived here yesterday. To tell you the truth, King and I had a fight tonight. He found out why I wanted to enter the tournament and he was severely pissed that I didn't tell him my reasons sooner. So after a mini shouting match, I grabbed my jacket and took off. I really hate fighting with King, but sometimes, I just don't know how to act around him.

He doesn't know about everything. He doesn't know how I feel…well…oh never mind. I walked on the sidewalk, careful not to get too close to the dark alley ways. I wouldn't want to get killed or even raped here. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a club. It had pretty neon signs and I noticed that it was called 'The Shadows'.

'Probably a goth club.' I thought to myself as I walked up to the door. The bouncer stood still, not even flinching as I walked up to him.

"You got some ID?"

"I'm eighteen." I replied.

"I don't give a damn! You got some ID to prove it?" He barked at me.

I resisted the urge to kick him in the nads as I reached into my black jeans' pocket for my wallet. Pulling out the square leather pouch, I took hold of my ID and shoved it in the man's face.

"There. You see? Are you happy? Are you satisfied?" Suddenly the man grabbed my wrist and I could no longer deal with his attitude. Showing mercy, I kicked just above his testicles and rammed my other fist into his chest. He closed his eyes and slumped down the wall. I smiled to myself slowly.

"You shouldn't have treated me like a kid." I said as I walked inside. I noticed that my conscience wasn't bothering me at that moment. I unzipped the black jacket I was wearing to reveal a red t-shirt underneath. This was my first time in a club and to tell you the truth, I was a little nervous.

As soon as I got into the heart of the place, I realized that I was correct. This was indeed a Gothic club. Men and women danced around wildly in chains and all kinds of leather and metal. I felt out of place, but then again why did I? I mean, I used to walk around in a trench coat and act like I hated the world, so why couldn't I fit in here? My feelings of anxiety slowly began to ebb as I touched the top of my gelled frosted hair. Each of my hairs was brown at the root and then turned white halfway to the top. This was another thing that King and I fought over.

Eventually, King realized that I was growing up so he let me do my thing. Honestly, I was beginning to dig this place as I made my way over to one of the many moshpits.

At first, I slowly danced around with everyone else, every now and then getting hit in the face by some random guy or girl. I started to lose my cool once I got kicked in the sack. Rob Zombie's Reload was heard blasting throughout the club and I found that it fueled my anger. Swinging about wildly, I used my attacks on pretty much everyone around me. I heard screams and yells as the dancers began to hit the floor.

I was thrashing about like a madman, hitting and taking down everyone in sight. Suddenly, a black boot found its way to my face. I fell back to the ground and grabbed my nose. It was bleeding slightly. As I stood up, I looked at the people around me. Many of them were crying and holding each other. Then I looked up to see who hit me. I was speechless.

She was a girl around my age with black hair up to her lower back. Once my eyes reached the middle of her hair, I noticed that the rest of it was dyed a blood red. She had a fashionable bun in her hair with black chop sticks holding it together. She wore a black blazer with and underneath, I could see a red bra. Her black jeans had red flames on the bottom of both legs and that's when I knew who it was.

Sylvia Kwon…

She was my rival all throughout my high school years and she often bullied me and pushed me around. By the time I left for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 3, she had broken me down into a worthless piece of dirt. No more, and ESPECIALLY not tonight.

I stood back up on my feet and got into my stance. The music continued to blare over the speakers as onlookers began to gather around.

"Well, look who we have here." Sylvia said.

"If it isn't Miss Tight Pants." I replied.

"Cooooorrrrrrnnnnnnyyyyyyyy!" She yelled out to me as she dropped into her stance.

"Yeah well same to you." I said as I ran at her. Swinging around with a kick, I was prepared to feel her head collide with my leg. However, there was nothing at all. I finished spinning only to be met with an open-handed uppercut. This was her 'Jaw Breaker' attack.

I yelled out in pain as she thrust her heel into my stomach and twisted around, landing her other foot across my face as she twirled through the air.

"Same old Petey. Still weak." She said.

"Don't CALL me that!" I yelled as I ran forward to her and threw a punch. It landed in her shoulder and next I used my elbow to collide with her nose. She gasped as she jumped back to avoid my oncoming kick. I showed no mercy as I leaped forward and hop kicked her in the chest, sending her into the air slightly. From there, I ran forward and used to left jabs, finishing the combo with a spinning back kick.

"There. How about that?" I said as she limped up to her feet. The floors lit up in all different kinds of colors and for a moment, I almost couldn't see her anywhere. That's when I felt her fist land in the back of my head. I spun around with a punch, but she dodged it. Instead, she sweep kicked me to the ground and stood over me. I felt too weak to continue, so I just stared back up to her.

She smiled with that evil grin on her face before saying, "It's just like old times Pete. I beat you AGAIN." With that said, she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she walked away and into the crowd. I heard sirens and soon, police officers were surrounding me. The yelled at me in Japanese but I understood what they were saying.

"You are under arrest for attacking all of these club members."

Damn. King's not gonna like this.