D/C: I don't own Tekken…I still own the game, though! I think that counts…or does it not?

I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages! I really am! But I have been busy, I know I've said that before, but I really am busy!

Anyway, this is chapter 3 (aren't u glad I found time to write it? ) and I hope u'll like it.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3:

Hwoarang folded his arms across his chest and heaved an enormous sigh of exasperation.

'C'mon, Xiaoyu! We have to get going!' he shouted.

'Just a minute!' she called back from the bedroom.

'What exactly are you doing!' he asked.

'Packing, what else?' she snapped.

'Why are you packing for!' he demanded.

Xiaoyu stepped out through the bedroom door, pulling a trolley bag behind her. 'This whole hunting for Jin might take ages, and I'm not going to walk around the whole time in the same clothes! They'll stink!' she said.

'Oh, for God's sake!' he cried.

'What!' she protested. 'I like to take care of my hygiene, thank you very much…unlike some people'

'Hey! What's that supposed to mean!' he said indignantly.

'Nothing' she said. 'C'mon, let's go now'

'One question, though' Hwoarang said, following her to the door. 'Go where?'

'Huh? Go and look for Jin, of course, what else?' she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

'Yeah, yeah, I know' he said impatiently. 'But let's sit back and think, alright? Where will we look for him?'

Xiaoyu paused. 'Um…' she murmured. 'I…I don't know'

'See my point?' he said.

'So what do we do now?' Xiaoyu asked.
'Well…ok, if I were Jin, and I'm been followed by assassins…where would I go?' he said, starting to pace around the room. 'C'mon, Xiaoyu, help me, Jin's your husband, after all, you know him better than I do…where do you think he'd go?'

'Uh…ok, let's see' Xiaoyu murmured, massaging her temples. 'Jin's first priority would be to leave and go far, far away from anybody whom he cares for, for fear they might become targets'

'So you're saying that he could have left this town?' Hwoarang said.

'I guess' she said.

'Ok, and since Jin had left his car behind, then the only way out of this town for him is through the train station' Hwoarang said slowly.

'Right!' Xiaoyu exclaimed. 'I bet Jin went there!'

'I really hope you're right' Hwoarang said. 'C'mon, we gotta hurry up if we want to catch up with him'

-

Jin hurried down the street, casting nervous looks at the people walking past him. He hastily wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand.

His mind went back over what had happened in the restroom, and he bit down on his lip.

I killed Bryan! I killed him!

He had gotten second thoughts about going back in there and giving himself to the station guard, but he had quickly dismissed the idea as Xiaoyu's face floated before his eyes.

If he gave himself in, then he might be jailed for murder, or maybe even executed, and Xiaoyu would be left alone, and he had promised her to come back, and he couldn't break his promise.

But the question was: would she accept him after what he had done? Would she accept him as a murderer? Xiaoyu, with all her sweetness and kindness, would she love him the same way she used to?

He had become a murderer…a murderer!

He suddenly felt afraid of himself, what if suddenly lost control, and his devil gene got unleashed, and he started attacking all those innocent people…what would he do then!

Starting to breath heavily as his heart beat furiously against his chest, Jin turned and took refuge in a dark and empty aisle.

He leaned against the wall and willed himself to calm down.

He was pretty sure the police were swarming the train station by now; he could particularly hear that station guard babbling to a police officer.

'Ah, yes, I know who killed that blond guy…I don't know his name, but I have a pretty good image of how he looks…tall, kinda muscled, black hair, brown eyes…you noting that down?' he would be saying. 'Yes, I saw him going into that restroom with that blond guy, so it's probably him…'

He wondered how long he'd have to wait before police cars started swarming around him.

Jin suddenly froze, and almost swore out loud. He had forgotten his bag in the restroom, and he had his wallet in that thing, with his ID, and credit card, and everything which would lead straight to him!

He was surely busted!

Unless…unless they haven't found the body yet...Yeah, he knew how tiny the possibility was, but it was still something…

He had to go get back his bag, he had to!

He abandoned the aisle, and rushed back into the open.

He stuck his thumb out to the road. 'Taxi!' he shouted.

The yellow tax car pulled up beside him, and he climbed inside quickly beside the driver.

'Where to, my good man?' the old taxi driver asked.

'The train station…and step on it!' Jin said.

He didn't have to give directions, because there was only one station in the entire town.

Jin sat back while gramps accelerated forward.

Hurry! Hurry! Please!

They were at the station in ten minutes. Jin dug in his pocket for any cash, his fingers crossed. He sighed in relief as he pulled out a ten dollar bill.

He stuffed it in the man's hand, and climbed out quickly.

'Hey! Wait!' the man called after him.

'Keep the change!' Jin called back, rushing into the station.

He quickly hurried into the station, and frowned when he didn't see any police cars or even a cop around.

He slowed down, and made his way to the platform he had been standing on, presuming that the cops were probably there…he couldn't be that lucky!

He almost screamed for joy when he saw none apart from the station guard. He really couldn't believe his luck!

But he still had to be careful, though. He slowly made his way to the restroom, trying to pass past the guard without the later noticing him.

But when he got to the restroom, and grabbed the door's handle, he stopped as an image of a dead Bryan lying sprawled on the floor flashed into his mind.

He gripped the handle so tightly his knuckles turned white. Should he go in? Could he bear to see Bryan?

Jin gritted his teeth and pushed the door open. Bryan, or no Bryan…he had to get his bag.

He stepped inside the room, cast a quick look around, and gasped.

'What the…?' he whispered.

There was no sign whatsoever of Bryan in the room. He wasn't there. He was gone. He had disappeared.

If it weren't for the man which Bryan had hit lying on the ground, and the destruction which showed that there had been some kind of quarrel in here, Jin would've thought that he had imagined the whole thing.

Does this mean that he's still not dead? But if not, then where the hell did he go! But I'm pretty sure I had killed him, the guy was particularly not breathing, so how…?

His thoughts scattered as he saw the unconscious man stirring.

Jin drew a sharp intake of breath; this man mustn't see him here!

He looked around for his bag, saw it lying in a corner, quickly made a grab for it and rushed out of the room.

He was starting to head for the station's exit, but he paused as a train screeched to a halt in the station.

Its doors opened, and people started to flood out through them. The platform was packed within seconds. The guard walked amongst the people, asking them about the journey and helping them with their luggage.

Jin hitched the bag over his shoulder, and dug the ticket he had intended to use before Bryan came along.

'Might as well take the ride, then' he murmured.

He crossed the platform over to the guard, and tapped him on the shoulder. The guard looked around.

'Say! You're back!' he exclaimed. 'Why aren't you with that blond friend of yours?'

'Well, he…' Jin started.

'I think I saw him leaving the place half an hour ago' the guard said, thoughtfully. 'What were you doing in that restroom for so long, eh?'

'We…' Jin said. God! Why was he being so nosy! '…were discussing some business together, we needed a private place, see'

'Yeah, ok' the guard said, nodding slowly.

'Um…I was wondering…well, since I missed my train, could I use my ticket on this train? Or will I have to buy another ticket?' Jin asked.

'Yes, of course you can use it, just hop aboard! ' the guard told him. 'But this train isn't heading for your same destination, this one's to New York'

'It's ok, I'll take it…thanks' Jin said gratefully. He didn't care where he was heading as long it was far away from here.

He climbed onto the train, and found himself an empty seat. He sat down, and leaned back in the seat, feeling relieved.

So Bryan was alive…thank you, God…I haven't killed him, he's still alive…

The train waited for another half an hour before the departure whistle was sounded. And when the train started moving, Jin leaned further in his seat and closed his eyes; he really needed the rest.

If only he had closed his eyes a moment later, he would've seen Xiaoyu and Hwoarang stepping onto the platform.

-

'Damn! We missed the train! Jin could've been on that thing, y'know!' Hwoarang groaned. 'See, Xiaoyu? It's all your fault! If you hadn't taken so much time packing your bag, we would've caught up with it'

'Hey, don't put the blame on me!' Xiaoyu protested. 'I'm not the one who had stopped for hotdogs on the way!'

'Whatever' he muttered.

'Excuse me, but can I help you?'

They both looked around, and saw a station guard walking up to them.

'Uh, yeah…we were wondering where that train is heading…the one which just left' Hwoarang said.

'Oh, that one is off to New York city' the guard told them.

Hwoarang turned to Xiaoyu. 'Does Jin have any friends there?' he asked her.

'None that I know of' she replied. 'I think he took another train, Hwoarang'

'Are you looking for some one?' the guard asked.

'Um, yeah…' Xiaoyu admitted. 'We're looking for a man with black hair, he's of an average height, and kinda muscled…'

'I don't…' the guard started.

'His hair sticks out weirdly at the back' Hwoarang added, and Xiaoyu glared at him.

'Well…' the guard said, scratching his head.

'Uh…excuse me! Please! I need help here!'

The three swiveled around and saw a man approaching them slowly. Hwoarang noticed that he had a cut on his forehead and he was bleeding, not to mention his disheveled attire.

'Good Lord! What happened to you, sir!' the guard demanded, rushing towards him.

'I was attacked! I was in the restroom, and there were these two men, one blond and the other a brunette…I wanted to get out, but the blond had locked the door and wouldn't let me out, and then he hit me!' the man cried.

'Do you remember how that man looked like?' the guard asked.

'Yeah, he was blond, tall, very muscled…' the man wheezed.

'And the other man!' Xiaoyu said anxiously. 'How'd he look like!'

'Uh…he had black hair which was sticking out…' the man said.

Xiaoyu and Hwoarang exchanged knowing looks. 'Jin' they said in unison.

-

Jin pulled on the hood of his jacket, and stepped out of the train onto the station's platform.

He looked around the crowded place.

He didn't know anybody in New York, and he didn't know where he should head now. Maybe he should rent a room in some motel or something; yeah, that was a good idea.

He made his way through the crowds to the station's exit. He stood by the road and held up his thumb for the second time this day; he was starting to miss the luxury of his sports car.

'Taxi!' he called out.

A cab pulled up beside him, and he threw his bag inside before climbing in.

'Take me to the nearest hotel' he told the driver.

'Hotel up ahead, alright, sir!' said the driver in soft, female-like voice.

Jin frowned and leaned forward to look at the driver.

'Hey! You're a girl!' he exclaimed, staring at the face of the pretty redhead.

'Surprised?' she said. 'Here in New York, be prepared for anything'

'Thanks for the tip' he said.

'Your welcome' she said. 'Ok, so are you heading for a five-star hotel, or…?'

'No, any other hotel would be fine' he replied.

'Ok' she said. 'I know the perfect place'

Jin leaned back as the girl pulled her car onto the road, and he started observing the city through the window.

The city looked beautiful at night; with all its tall skyscrapers and buildings, and all its colorful lights. Even the people made it look interesting.

But as the girl drove on, the buildings and towers started to cease, and now the people who walked around looked filthy and poor; typical muggers. Even the roads were filthy.

'Hey!' he protested, straightening up in his seat. 'Where are you taking me! Yes, I didn't want a five-star hotel, but I'm not settling for the cheapest motel ever!'

'Relax' she said smoothly. 'You're new to the city, aren't you? Don't you wanna have some fun?'

'Fun?' he repeated incredulously.

'Yes, fun' she said. 'Why don't you ditch the hotel and have some fun with me? I've been really bored and lonely these past few days'

Jin's nerves twitched. 'Now, listen here, missy!' he said angrily. 'I told you…'

'Tsk, tsk' the girl said. 'You have such a dirty mind, boy…I didn't mean that kind of fun'

'Huh?' Jin said, confused.

He glanced out the window. They were driving through the outskirts of town now; there were no buildings now, no people…

The girl adjusted her rearview mirror so her green eyes met with Jin's brown ones.

'No, Jin…' she said softly. 'I mean the other kind of fun'

Anna Williams' shrill laughter echoed through the night.

A/N: Sooo, how was that for my third chappie? It deserved that long wait, didn't it? I think I outdid myself here (don't mind my egotism). But I really think I deserve a review on this one (if it has insults, though, don't send it…but if u have to, then remember I'm not a Tekken expert, alright? So be nice!). Anyway, wait for my forth chappie to see what happens next!

Um, by the way, I was considering changing the name of the story to "Child (or Target) of the Hunt", what do u think? I'm waiting for ur opinion!

-ZEN.