When he walks in again to check up on me, I'm sobbing your name, grieving.

"Crybaby," Jin hisses, reaching in and grabbing me from my position on the ground. I'm chained to the wall by my throat, and he knows by pulling like this, its dealing more pain. I'm choking on the metal, and he's chuckling at this, because he likes to see me suffer. I'd reach up and pry him off, but my hands are bound by ropes behind my back.

Using the only available assets I have, I reach through and kick him in the crotch, causing him to release me and stagger back. I crawl backwards, away from the prison bars and closer to the stone wall, where he can't get me. I breathe in the air that he'd stolen from me, and smirk at his current pain. I'm still pretty damn proud of myself for fucking up his shoulder when we fought, but I'd love nothing more than to kill him.

He eventually regains his composure, and does something I didn't think he could in his human form. He hunches up for a moment with curled fingers, and then leans back, eyes wide and hand out of the way of his face. From the direct centre of his forehead, a red laser beam bursts through one of the gaps in the metal bars, and it sears my right arm. I choke on the breath I'm taking and cry out in pain, and the volume of my cry increases as he slowly turns his head, making the incision longer.

Then it stops, and I silently breathe out in relief. Looking to my right, I can see flesh parted and blood trickle down in steady streams, becoming drops on the stone floor. I move sloppily and tiredly from my position against the wall and settle into the nearest corner. If I sit here, away from the monster… I'll be safe until he comes to kill me. And I know he'll do that.

Kazama smirks. I hear extra footsteps, and looking up, there's four guards standing next to him. He unlocks the door and allows three of them in, thereafter slamming it shut. I would've tried to get out of here, but, this stupid chain around my throat…

He then speaks, "So Hwoarang, tell me… How many were in your troupe? Twenty? Thirty?"

I say nothing.

He chuckles again and snaps his fingers.

I look up to the helmeted Tekken Force soldiers. They withdraw wooden batons from their sides and immediately begin to club me with them. Each strike is strong and painful, and they pick my weakest points – the recent cut, my sides, my face, my neck, my head… I'm biting my lip so hard, I don't want to make a sound and I don't want to be weak in the face of the enemy. No matter what he throws at me and how many times he hits me, I'm not gonna break.

I'm too strong for him.

I wasn't strong enough for you.

As one of the batons actually breaks from hitting me so hard, I feel something give in the laser-struck arm, like a bone. The pain escalates and throbs and aches, and my lip feels so sore. The other soldier goes to raise his own baton, but he's stopped by the other one, "Hey, check this shit out, I actually broke the baton! I'm sure I've broken his arm…"

I'm staring at the wall beside me blankly, ignoring the voices, but that doesn't mean that they're totally dull to me. I hear Jin tell them to stop jabbering and get me to talk. They both throw their batons away, broken or not, and grab knives that they'd concealed along the sides of their boots. Jin speaks to me again, "You will want to tell me how many of you there were… I can count two off the top of my head…" he smirks, leaning against the wall and looking at me from the opposite corner of the larger room, "You, and her."

I say nothing.

He chuckles again and snaps his fingers.

The knives slice through what they can see of my body, and even through some of my clothes. One of them goes diagonally up and left, going from my hip and to my shoulder. I'm shaking from the pain, and closing my eyes, I reason with myself that there's no real harm in saying how many of us there were. Maybe it'll make him feel worse, knowing that such a small number dented his forces. I grit out, "Seven from the raid on the laboratory."

"Ohhh," he taunts. The spill of my information stops any extra pain, and I'm thankful, but I know that it's only temporary. He's still looking at me with those cruel, ugly, hate-filled eyes, "Seven, lucky seven… Just goes to show that seven is not really as lucky as they say, hmm?" he narrows his eyes, smirking, "And I know there were many more beforehand… But only the strongest survived… Yet I've got the weakest in my prison. The stupidest one, the one who actually got caught."

"I'm not weak," I growl.

"Do not delude yourself," he chimes monotonously, thereafter giving emotion and life into his voice, "You are weaker than those who fell before you. You are the one who got caught, you are the one giving information, you are the one putting your other comrades at risk, and you are the one whose torture has only just begun…" he pushes himself off the wall and peers in through the bars again, "State the names of those who are still alive."

I say nothing, but I do smirk to myself and chuckle once.

His gaze darkens, and he snaps his fingers.

The knives are back at it again. One of the soldiers pushes me forward, going to go and cut my back to pieces. The other Tekken Force soldier grabs my left hand and impales the knife straight through it. My amber eyes widen dramatically, and my face contorts into an expression of pain. I scream. Tears start to blur my vision. The soldier twists the knife around, making everything worse, and then pulls it all the way back out. The knife went through my hand.

"I can see you starting to break."

I feel my stomach twist.

They throw the knives to the side and ready their fists. I squint, seeing that they have brass knuckles on. I dunno how I didn't notice before, but I know the strikes will hurt. They're waiting for Kazama's command, and he asks again, "State the names of those who are still alive."

"Hwoarang," I snit.

His eyes narrow and he snaps his fingers, "Stupid boy."

The fists don't hurt as much as the knives do, but I think that's because my body's starting to become numb towards the pain. They're deliberately punching everywhere that has a cut or a bruise, with particular emphasis on the laser incision and my left hand. One of them digs his fist into the larger cut across my torso, twisting the metal, hoping to make it larger. It hurts. This all hurts, "Why are you punishing me for telling the truth, Kazama?"

"Because I feel like it," Jin hisses, opening the door and sliding into the cell. He stands behind his two guards and crosses his arms, watching the site before him, listening to me hiss in pain, "I feel like watching the weeping, weak, worthless freedom fighter cry in pain…" he snaps his fingers, and they stop. They move out of the way, and I'm given a clear, view of the man issuing the torture. He says, "You are so weak, Hwoarang. Even when we first met and I fought you to a draw, you were so weak… You were always weak. You've never been strong."

"I'm not weak!" I yell, leaning forward to do so.

His eyes are now slits. He strides towards me and grabs me by the chain around my throat, easily lifting me to a standing position. My legs are bleeding, sore and numb, so I'm having trouble putting my feet on the ground and standing. I eventually find my footing, only to lose it again after a harsh punch. It burns, because there's red electricity swirling around that fist and his arm.

He raises it again and delivers a solid punch across my face. I can smell searing flesh, the electricity's burned me. There's a really strong thudding in my jaw. He then stops and cups my chin, digging his fingers into my skin, making sure it hurts and is as uncomfortable as possible, "Are there anymore!? Why did you even think you could make a difference?!"

"I'm it!" I scream, "I am the last one! There's no more!"

He pauses and throws me back onto the ground, making sure my back collides with the wall. I only just realise that I'm starting to cry again, from the pain induced and from the grief of losing them all – of losing you. It was stupid to think that any of us could a made a difference against him, he's just too strong. He's just way too strong to bring down, way too strong to fight, way too strong…

…I am weak…

I'm as weak as a newborn. I can't fight back anymore. I couldn't fight in the first place. Not against such a supernatural thing. How did I beat him in his human form at the end of the fifth tournament? How did I make him literally eat dirt? How did I make him become unconscious? Nothing's changed, we're still the same build, we're still roughly the same age and we still hate each other just as much. Nothing's changed at all. I haven't been broken physically or mentally.

But in the end I… I still lost. I remember crawling to try and get away, only to be struck down, meet darkness –

Weak weak weak.

Hopeless. Filthy. Worthless. Guilty.

Something goes off and there's another burning sensation in my thigh. I follow the trail of smoke, seeing that one of the soldiers shot me in the leg. I narrow my eyes, wincing and whimpering as another one is shot into the same leg, roughly around the same place. The muscle starts to twitch, and the leg as a whole aches. Blood cascades again. Another shot is fired into my shin of the same leg, and another one into my hip on the same side. Another into my shoulder, another into the laser arm. My body falls victim to the pain, my mind falls victim to the games.

I can hear the devil call my name, "Hwoarang…"

I look up.

"It's over now," Jin says, "There's no way out."

"Yes there is…" I mutter to myself, trying to reinstate hope, trying to strengthen the little hope I have… but to no avail.

I cannot hold on, and I will not let go.

"Even if you do overthrow me…" he states blankly, "the scars will remain, and you will all be forever left in the dark. You will all rise to fall again, out of the light of the sun."

I'm broken now –

God help me, I've come undone…

"Kill him at dawn," Jin huffs, "atop the Gargoyle's Tower. I want everyone to see. Gather my people, stuff them into the square. Get the camera crews ready and make everyone watch and listen…" he turns away and leaves, getting all of his soldiers to follow him, "I am going to stamp out the last light of the world… The one, clinging ray that they were praying would burst forth and strike me down. The human sun dies tomorrow morning."

The prison door closes, and I'm barred in again, staring straight ahead into the nothing. I am alone again. I'm screaming on the inside, but I'm so weak that… I think I'm starting to lose it. I think I've lost it. Weary, I lean against the wall again, and the lights go out. It's dark except for these small streams of sun coming in through the tiny window.

And as I fade away, I think to myself, because there's little else to do. I know why losing you was so much more painful than losing Baek in this war now, and as I look to the barred, setting sun and drift off to sleep for the last time, I can't help but smile a little, sick, weary and broken. It's because you broke me. You broke through all of me. He tried, but he couldn't. But you wouldn't take no for an answer.

All of these years, swearing that I wouldn't break, and I did. You broke through my walls, you broke my heart.

Through you, Kazama broke my soul too.