Soft Farewell
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This is from the point of view of Anna Williams. Please review. No flames, please. This is my first fic. Enjoy.
I was born in Ireland, as were my father Richard Williams and my sister Nina. My mother was from England. My mother treated Nina and I as equals, and trained us both in the art of Aikido. My father on the other hand, who was an assassin, only taught my older sister techniques used in assassination, and wouldn't teach me. By the time my mother died, Nina and I were pretty good at fighting.
When I was eighteen, my father was murdered. Nina blamed me for his death. She said that my motives were clear. But I had no motives, I didn't do it. His death brought our rage, all of it. Years of childhood rivalry burst out, and we were no longer pulling out each other's hair. We now resorted to real ammunition. And every tournament where Nina was given a job to do, I got in her way, as she often got in my way when I was trying to survive socially at school. Nina took everything away from me. It was my turn.
Last week, I heard that there was a plane crash over the Canadian border. Nina was found among the injured, and died just as she was brought into the nearest hospital. I was devastated. I had been trying to patch things up with her, and she always blew me off. And now that she was gone, there was absolutely no way we could resolve our conflict.
The news reached all of the Iron Fist competitors. One person who was just as upset as I was came and visited me one day. It was Steve Fox, a man who I recently discovered was my nephew. He had hoped to get to know Nina as they were mother and son. But now that she had died, he was left without family again. We offered each other support. We were still family, even if his mother and I had a violent relationship. We attended the memorial service. Lee Chaolan, Jin Kazama, King, Julia Chang, Lili, and many other fighters also attended. Once everyone had left, I left flowers on Nina's grave, as did Steve. We stood side by side, silently remembering her. We then walked to the gate.
Before heading completely out the gate, I looked back once more. I thought I could see Nina standing by her grave, looking serene and calm. She finally realised that all I ever wanted was peace. She smiled. I smiled in return. I then blinked, and she was gone. I think she was happy that she died without a gunshot from me. She might have felt humiliated otherwise. I followed after Steve, wiping a tear from my eye.
Rest in peace, my dear sister Nina.