Alrighty everyone, because I like to write and don't have a sense of when to actually plan out these stories, here's a spontaneous story that I started getting inspiration for. Tekken. Now for those who know, Tekken lore tends to be all over the place, so this will sorta be a mashup of Tekken 6's story as well as Blood Vengeance (but in a way that makes sense). Also even though this is a completely new story, I intend for this to take place during the current point I have "A Spider's Fight", and I'll explain more at the end. For now, I hope you all enjoy.
New Mexico.
A funeral was never a fun place to be at, and for Carlos Alvarez, there wasn't an exception to this fact. Here he was, standing in front of the casket of his Mother; Jósefina Alvarez.
A range of emotions flooded Carlos. Rage. Sadness. Depression. These were to name just but a few. But most of all, the emotion that hit him the hardest was regret.
Regret he didn't listen to his mother on the day she died, and how because of that, she was lying in that casket instead of him.
"¡Carlos! Ven aquí, hijo mío." Carlos turned to the voice and saw it was the pastor. The closest person he found to a parent, barring his own mother. He listened to the pastor and made his way over to him, where the pastor took him into his arms.
"I'm sorry for your loss, mi hijo. Losing a mother is hard for everyone, especially someone your age."
Carlos didn't respond back. He didn't want to even converse with anyone. The pastor realized this, and eventually let him be by himself. It wasn't long before Carlos felt the tears forming in his eyes. Eventually, he let it out, and spent the rest of the funeral in tears, broken at the realization that he had no family left.
Unbeknownst to him, a Japanese man was watching him from afar, not in the funeral service itself, but a far distance away from it. He looked in pity at the boy, before eventually moving on from his position.
One week later.
Life was never going to go back to normal for Carlos. Not to say that when his mother was around, things were normal. The world around Carlos seemed insane. Mysterious organizations plotting world domination, crime running rampant all over America, and the reemergence of Spider-Man was enough to drive anyone crazy. But crazy was what Carlos was familiar with.
His own neighborhood was crime ridden. Everyone he was friends with were either gangsters, thieves, or drug dealers. And anyone he wasn't friends with were either the leaders of those gangsters, or simply tried to mind their own business to survive.
Heading to school, Carlos stopped by and made greetings to everyone in his neighborhood. He was still down about his mother's passing, but the common consensus among the neighborhood was to not be a dick towards him.
Not that anyone would try regularly, seeing as he knew how to fight, and fight aggressively at that.
He got about halfway into his normal walk to school when a older looking man approached him. Carlos noticed the man, but didn't seem alarmed by his presence despite never seeing him before. Also something in his gut told him running would be a bad idea.
He eyed the man down, who was now approaching him.
"Are you the one named Carlos Alvarez?" The man asked.
Carlos was extremely skeptical, especially since this man was not only extremely old looking with an outrageous hairstyle, but was old as well. And the style of clothing he had on told him he was a rich man of sorts, with him wearing very expensive looking striped tiger jacket, along with fancy looking shirt and pants and oxfords.
"Maybe. Who's asking?"
The man scoffed. "You mean to tell me that you haven't heard of Heihachi Mishima?" He folded his arms, with a expression of disappointment written across his face.
"Uhhh, no?" Carlos replied. Heihachi sighed, but continued to talk.
"Whatever the case may be, I've come to seek you out specifically." Heihachi was caught off guard (and furious) when he noticed Carlos was passing him, not paying him the slightest bit of attention.
"Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying amigo."
"Even if I can help you out of your current predicament?" Carlos stopped walking away, but didn't turn back to the old man, instead letting him continue his spiel
"I know you're an orphan. I'm also aware of the fact that you've been the errand boy for some local gang recently."
Carlos, sensing an obvious trap, decided to play dumb about the accusation.
"Got no idea what you mean." What he wasn't prepared for was Heihachi grabbing him by the collar, and lifting him up in the air.
"Don't you feel angry? Upset in the slightest that people took away your only family?"
"Get off me man!" Carlos struggled to get out of Heihachi's grip, but the old man proved to have an iron clad grip on his shirt. It wasn't until multiple people in the neighborhood started seeing and hearing the commotion that Carlos was making. Heihachi knew if he stuck around, cops would be called. And he definitely didn't have time for that.
He tossed Carlos to the side, causing the boy to roll on the floor to a stop. He looked up at Heihachi, who had stepped over him and started to leave.
"I hope for your sake, you realize how foolish you're being the way you are." He then left, walking down the street while random pedestrians came to Carlos' aid, checking to see if he was alright.
Mishima Zaibatsu HQ, A Week Later.
"Mr. Kazama, are you listening?" Jin snapped out of the daydream he was having and focused his attention back to reality. Currently, he was in the war room of the Mishima Zaibatsu Headquarters, although it escaped him what him and his army's commander were doing there in the first place.
"Sorry, I was distracted. Repeat that again please."
"The desertion of Lars Alexandersson's post didn't go quietly." The soldier stated. "About 30% of our troops have left as well, and some reports suggest they are leading rebellions against us."
Jin folded his arms, upset at the news, but just letting a look of annoyance be shown instead.
"Any news on these said rebellions?"
"Well squad leaders have reported that smaller rebellions have been squashed out or outright eradicated. But we still have other issues to worry about."
"Such as?"
"DedSec comes to mind." The soldier stated. He then turned his attention from the table to Jin. "Not to mention Shadaloo, Overwatch, Spider-Man if he re-emerges again, and Juri Han. If she was to find out the Mishima Zaibatsu was connected to Bison's rise to power-"
"She won't. Either way, we can't stop our plans now. Not while my father is missing, and my grandfather in exile." Jin sat back down in his seat, contemplating the answers to the many questions and issues he had before him.
"Speaking of your grandfather, spies reported that he was seen in New Mexico recently." Jin rose to the news in a confused shock.
"Heihachi in New Mexico? What's his purpose there?"
"Uhh, Sir?"
Jin turned to the soldier. "I want all available spies in New Mexico. I want eyes on everything my grandfather does, and everyone he speaks with.
"Right away sir." The soldier bowed, and proceeded to leave the room, leaving Jin alone. He rested his head in his hand as he thought about the possibility of Heihachi coming back to take control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. Of course, it would be an inevitability, but it didn't mean Jin had to be caught by surprise.
"I can't let Heihachi deter my plans. I will find Azazel. And I will get rid of this curse." Jin muttered to himself.
New Mexico, Later in the Night.Carlos, still shaken up from the stranger harassing him earlier in the day, decided the best idea was to stay in the pastor's church for a few days, just so he could be somewhere he felt safe for a while.
"Well would you look at this boys. If it isn't La Serpiente himself." A voice called out, along with a heavily motorized vehicle was heard. Carlos turned to the source of the noises and saw the local gang leader he used to look up to.
Victor "Torturador" Dámingo
Dámingo and his crew stepped out of the vehicle and began to swarm around Carlos. He frantically turned to face each member, not wanting to get sucker punched by someone he couldn't see. Once each member was circled around him, he eventually turned to face Victor directly.
"Can't run to no cops now puta." Victor stated. The venom in his voice was clear as day to Carlos, who currently was trying to figure a way out this situation.
"I didn't run to no cops. Less we forget, you abandoned me at that junkyard in a stolen car."
"How were we supposed to know Five-o was watching it?"
"Maybe cause you tried going around the block, bragging about boosting a used Lambo. And then I get left as the decoy."
Victor chuckled. "Juvie was the best thing to ever happen to you."
Carlos sighed and rolled his eyes. "My mom didn't visit me for a year, and then when I got released I come home to find out no one even took care of her, let alone check up on her."
"Ayyyy, spare me the whole sob story. She was holding you back. Now that she's gone, you ca-"
Victor was unable to continue his statement, as Carlos had made sure his fist connected to his mouth. Victor recoiled back from the force, struggling to keep himself upright, as the rest of the gang members grabbed the teen to restrain him. Carlos struggled, but with the amount of people holding onto him, he couldn't break free.
"Hijo de puta! Maldita sea!" Victor cursed aloud. He turned to everyone, who saw his mouth bleeding and a crazy look in his eyes. He reached into his jean pockets and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles, putting them on each hand.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you up Alvarez!" Victor began to throw punches, making sure the brass alternated between Carlos' face and stomach. Carlos kept struggling, but the pain from the punches was too much to bare to fight back and eventually he gave up, hoping Victor would stop the assault soon.
Victor, however, wasn't planning on stopping. He kept wailing on Carlos, blood flying from his face and mouth. Victor was making it clear that Carlos wouldn't survive the day. And if he somehow did, he wouldn't forget Victor's absolute authority.
Victor stepped back for a moment and took a long hard look at the bloodied Carlos. He put his hand onto Carlos' chin, and lifted his head up to see him.
"Don't worry pequeña ave, it'll all be over soon." Victor said, a sinister and psychotic smile formed on his face. He held Carlos' head in place as he raised his other fist up behind him, winding up the punch. Once he got the height he wanted, he looked directly at Carlos.
"Time to go to sleep!" Victor began to swing his arm, and Carlos closed his eyes, hoping it would be swift and less painful than what he's already gone through. Yet after a few long seconds had passed, he reopened them to not only see Victor still in front of him, but his punching arm being held in place.
Both men looked at the source to see a tall, tan Spaniard man, who had messy dark brown hair, and was currently wearing what looked like a matador ensemble, minus the jacket and tie.
"Por qué no te metes con alguien que realmente puede patearte el trasero?" The man said before using his free hand to punch Victor in the face, causing the gang leader to fall back down to the floor. The rest of the gang members let Carlos go as they attempted to rush the attacker.
The Spanish man started out with a forward kick to the first gangster he came in contact with, making them fly back to the ground and nearly hit the other members. Another went for a right hook, but whiffed it and was met with a fist to the jaw instead. The last guy hesitated to charge the man and was swiftly met with a punch to the gut, followed by a left hook, pushing the gangster back into the air and hitting the car.
The Matador stood tall over the fallen gangsters and turned his attention to Carlos. He slowly walked over to him, cautious of any of the fallen men trying to plan a sneak attack.
Carlos spit out some blood from his mouth as he looked up to see the mysterious man.
"You ok kid?" The man asked.
"Not...really." The man extended his hand out. Carlos took it was was pulled up from the ground. He took a step forward and immediately almost fell back to the ground if the man didn't catch him. The man put Carlos' arm over his shoulder as the pair of them proceeded to walk away from the scene of unconscious bodies.
"The pastor needs to see you."
Carlos turned to the man. "You know the pastor?" He asked slightly confused.
"He's an old friend of mine."
"Weird. He never mentioned being friends with a matador. Who are you anyway?" The man smirked as they kept walking to the church.
"Miguel Rojo."
And we at the end. So as I was saying at the start, this story is going to start sort of near where I have "A Spider's Fight" at now (if you're reading this after that story is completely finished, this story is taking place/starting around chapter 12-13 of that story.)
Also seeing as I have way too many stories, my schedule is going to change for uploads. The plan is to hopefully have 2 stories updated the end of every month with a chapter each. I say hopefully because I'm back in school and I have a lot of writing classes, not to mention work as well. But with that being said, I hope you all enjoy, and until next time.