D/C: I don't own Tekken.
Hey, thanx for the reviews, I really didn't expect more than four, but I got seven! Yay! Anyway, it took me some time to get the second chapter together, I'm really not that an expert in Tekken, so I've been having some trouble, but I finally came thru.
Anyway, this is the second chapter. Happy Reading!
Chapter 2:
Jin stared at the muscled built of the assassin standing in front of him, his chest heaving rapidly up and down.
'I suppose you know why I'm here, don't you?' Bryan asked.
'Yeah, I think I do' Jin muttered.
Bryan nodded. 'I thought so…it was you eavesdropping on us the other night, right?' he said. 'Must've been nice for you to hear your father plotting against you, huh?'
Jin just glared at him.
'But I guess you must be something special if he offered five million bucks for your head, you don't find that everyday' Bryan continued. 'But it isn't just the money what interested me…it was the offer your dad made for me…want to know what it is?'
Jin couldn't care less, but he was trying to buy some time to figure out a way out. 'Shoot' he said.
Bryan frowned slightly, but spoke anyway. 'Well, you know how your grandpa took my resurrector to his side? Well, your father offered to talk to your grandpa about giving me back Doctor Abel' Bryan told him. 'And that's one offer I simply can't turn down'
'Uh huh' Jin said.
'I mean, my ultimate goal is to be the most powerful man to exist, and I believe I can convince Doctor Abel to grant me that' he said quietly. Jin hated the way he emphasized on the word "convince". Bryan's features turned grave. 'Enough talk. If I want that to happen, I gotta finish you right now'
Jin gritted his teeth steeled himself for the battle to come.
'Prepare yourself to die' Bryan said coldly.
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'Hwoarang!'
Hwoarang heard his name being called, but he ignored it and concentrated on the only one billiard ball left on the table.
Just this one and I'll win myself a hundred bucks.
He poised his stick and took a position, trying to figure out which angle would be the best to shoot.
'Hwoarang!'
'Go away, Xiaoyu…' he muttered, not talking his eyes off the ball, to the girl standing beside him. 'Can't you see I'm busy?'
'But this is important!' she whined.
'I said go away!' he snapped.
Xiaoyu stamped her foot against the floor. 'Hwoarang, please! You gotta listen to me!' she pleaded.
'Not now, Xiaoyu!' he said impatiently.
'Listen to me, dammit!' she yelled.
Hwoarang jumped back as Xiaoyu kicked the billiard table and turned it over, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. People who were standing around flattened themselves against wall or scattered, terrified.
He stared at the upturned table, and then looked at Xiaoyu, who stood, her chest heaving up and down with anger.
'Now will you listen to me!' she snapped.
'What the hell is wrong with you, Xiaoyu!' Hwoarang said, angrily.
Xiaoyu bit her bottom lip, and her eyes welled with tears. 'It's Jin' she choked.
'You know I don't give a damn about what happens to Jin' he hissed.
'But this is serious!' she insisted. She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a folded note. 'Here!'
'I really don't have time for this, Xiaoyu' he muttered, starting to move away from her.
But she grabbed his arm. 'Please, Hwoarang, you gotta help me!' she pleaded.
Hwoarang sighed and snatched the paper out of her hand. 'Let's see what my ol' buddy's been up to' he grunted.
His eyes quickly scanned the note while Xiaoyu stood fidgeting anxiously beside him.
His eyes widened as he read, and when he finished, all he could say was, "Man!".
'Will you help me!' Xiaoyu asked.
'Jin always gets himself into trouble, but this…' Hwoarang said, and whistled.
'I know, I know' she said impatiently.
'Having your own father sending assassins after you…wow!' he whispered.
'Hwoarang!' Xiaoyu cried.
'What!' he snapped. 'If Jin's got assassins after him then he's a goner, we can't do anything for him'
'Don't say that! Jin won't die!' she said angrily.
'You're so naïve, Xiaoyu' Hwoarang said, and bent down to turn the billiard table over. 'Assassins aren't like your everyday fighting club, they don't wait for you to get ready, they pop out so suddenly, you barely have time to react…what more, they aren't fair, they could simply kill you while you're sleeping, got what I mean?'
'But that's exactly why we've got to find Jin! We can help him take out these criminals!' Xiaoyu said.
'Even if I agree, Xiaoyu, there won't be something in it for me' Hwoarang said. 'I don't like working up a sweat over something where I know I won't be benefited, know what I mean?'
Xiaoyu gritted her teeth. She would've gone after Jin by herself, but she knew she wouldn't be of much help, she might even block his way…she needed somebody strong to go with her.
She smiled as an idea popped into her head. 'Well…whatever you say, Hwoarang' she said in a dramatic tone. 'But remember, your all-time rival will be gone if you don't do something about it'
And with that, she turned on her heels and stomped away, knowing that any second now Hwoarang will call her back.
One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…t…
'Wait a minute, Xiaoyu!' Hwoarang shouted.
Bingo!
She turned around and smiled sweetly at the redhead. 'Yes? Did you want something, Hwoarang?' she asked.
'Well, what if I agree to help you?' he said slowly.
'I'll be very grateful, then' she replied.
Hwoarang sighed. 'Fine, then…' he said, avoiding her eyes. 'But remember, I'm only doing this for you, okay?'
'Of course' she agreed. Liar.
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Jin eyed the tall assassin standing before him warily.
'I don't like the clean-and-simple assassination' Bryan suddenly said. 'I prefer something which gives me the thrill of doing it, and personally, nothing thrills me more than man-to-man combat'
He pulled a gun out of his pocket, and threw it down to the floor.
'See? I'm being fair to you' Bryan said. 'Not like you're gonna survive or anything, but I don't like killing off helpless people, y'know'
Jin felt rather relieved. There was still a chance of survival…but Bryan looked really tough…could he really beat him in battle?
'Alright, then…' Bryan said, taking a fighting position. 'Ready or not, here I come'
Jin barely had time to react before he felt a hard blow in the stomach which sent him flying backwards.
He crashed into the fall and toppled down to the floor.
Bryan was upon him in a second. He grabbed Jin by the head and pulled him up, and held him a foot above the ground.
'You're so weak' Bryan spat. 'Why your ol' da paid five million bucks for you, I dunno'
'I'm not weak!' Jin snarled, and issued a kick at Bryan's upper abdomen.
Bryan uttered a groan and stumbled back, releasing Jin in the process.
Jin quickly braced himself for another attack, and Bryan smiled crookedly at him.
'Well, look's like you've got some fighting spirit in you, huh?' he sneered.
Jin scowled. 'You haven't seen anything yet' he snapped.
He charged at Bryan with an angry roar, his fist raised, ready to make its impact. He brought it down, he almost hit him when…
'Not so fast' Bryan hissed, grabbing Jin's fist. Slowly, he forced it down. 'Thought you could beat me, huh, Jin?'
Jin gritted his teeth, and tried to oppose the force Bryan was exerting on his fist. 'You won't defeat me' he rasped.
But Bryan pushed him down to the floor, and placed a foot on top of his back. Jin groaned at the enormous weight being placed on him.
'I was right, you are weak' Bryan spat. 'I've easily crushed you as if you were a little disgusting bug…oh, I'm gonna be filthy rich when I place your head before your father'
At the mention of his father, Jin felt a wave of anger sweeping him. He raised himself off of the ground, pushing against Bryan's foot.
'You are not going to have my head placed before my father' he seethed, throwing Bryan off and straightening up. 'I'd rather die a thousand times than let that happen'
'Trying to save your dignity, huh?' Bryan sneered. 'Well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to say goodbye to it, 'cause it ain't gonna stay with you much longer'
With a roar of fury, Bryan charged at Jin, his fists raised.
Jin braced himself. Guess it's time to test my skills in Advanced Mishima Karate and Kazama-style self-defense.
Bryan issued a direct blow at Jin's face, but Jin's hand shot up and caught Bryan's hand before it could make impact.
Then Jin gathered his strength, tightened his grip on Bryan's hand and swung him to the floor. Bryan bellowed as he crashed to the floor.
Jin didn't take any chances. He quickly grabbed Bryan's head before the later could recollect his breath and cracked it against his knee.
Bryan groaned and dropped to the floor. Jin was right on him. He grabbed him by the collar and hurled him against the wall.
He hit it with a satisfying crack, and slid down to the ground, in an unmoving heap.
Jin stood over him, breathing heavily. I won, I beat Bryan! I beat him!
He paused. Did he kill him?
Feeling frantic, he bent down and felt for any pulse. There was none.
Jin knew nothing of Bryan, this was his first encounter with him, he didn't know that Bryan was a zombie, therefore already dead. To him, it seemed as if he had killed him.
Jin's eyes widened. He stood up and backed away from the unconscious heap. 'I killed him…' he said hoarsely. 'I killed him…'
Was he being consumed again? Was the Devil gene taking over him again!
Feeling terrified, Jin kicked open the restroom's door, and rushed outside without a single look back.
Was he, Jin Kazama, returning to be a murdered!
A/N: Well, that was chapter 2…I know, I know, the fighting scene sucks, I've never really managed to write proper fighting scenes, but this is all I was able to come up with, people, so if u liked it, then you'll be kind enough to review.
-ZEN.