Finally, another chapter of my fanfiction "Never say never"! I took a looooong time to do it… It may seem the opposite, but I wrote and re-wrote the chapter almost 4 times, it was never good enough and I revised the grammar a lot to avoid errors. And here it is! I think it is a good chapter, but the next one is sooo much better, so keep waiting for more!I still accept constructive critics, speacially the grammar part! Have fun, and PLEASE R&R!
Julianna was unnerved, though she was sleeping. Rolling from one side of the bed to another, she kept a suffering expression and was shaking madly. If anyone could see her at the moment, would assume that she was having a nightmare, but it was much more than that...
It was all white, as if a strong flash of light was scintillating towards the scene's panorama, blurring the sight. Slowly this light began to move, allowing identifying it as an equipment of a lamp-post, which along with other pieces was illuminating a fighting stadium. The stadium was large, covert by bars and surrounded by a filled terrace. Instead of hearing screams and cheers there was absolute silence, and replacing the crowd there were angels and demons on the seat with eyes fixed on the arena. On specially two privileged seats there was a white figure with the appearance of a majesty man and, on the other chair, a purple demon with bat wings.
Like a camera, the stadium's view was modified, getting close to the centre of the arena. Right on the middle of it, there was a boy, in his 25 and with an original tattoo outlined on his left arm which had a pulsing sparkle; He was stretched out on the floor, groaning in pain, his sweat was coming out from his pores and travelling along his body, his chest panting from weakness, his muscles contracting violently and uselessly was trying to form a phrase before letting out a scream. At his side, there was another man, unconscious, with many visible scars along his torso, arms and face. The two men were very similar in what concerns of physical appearance, probably they were close relative (or even father and son).
The two characters on the privileged seats were restless, like if they were expecting the young one to surrender or resist a little more of whatever he was going through. After a while, they got out of their seats and entered the stadium, putting themselves aside the two men: The white figure was reaching out one of his hands, comforting them, his smoked face seeming worried; the purple demon was smirking, talking next to their ears, tempting them. The unconscious man was gaining some conscience and the boy was still in pain.
The two characters got away from the men, keeping an eye on them; the now conscious man was somehow possessed, with his left eye turning red and a creepy giggle coming out from his lips, but the young one, still finding hard to breathe, managed to speak the phrase he wanted to: "Get me out of here..."
Julianna woke up scared, squeezing the sheets with her hands and shaking madly. She seated on her bed and closed her eyes, trying to put herself together. That didn't look like a common dream: it was so clear, so real, so ordinary... It didn't take long for her to realize she didn't have a normal dream indeed, but a vision - a King of Iron Fist Tournament vision.
Lacing her hair in a bun, recovering her breathe and slowly lying down again, Julianna meditated about what she had seen in that dream, it images projecting rapidly in her mind. She did not know why, but the two odd figures were fighting for the men's lives… The unconscious man seemed overtaken but the tattooed boy was struggling hard to not succumb and was crying out for help... But to whom he was asking for?
It was them. Wasn't it? The Mishimas, the cursed blood, the devil gene, she'd already heard about these stories, and now she had to do something about it. There was no escaping this time.
Julianna smoothly fell asleep again.
"You had a dream with that idiot?!" said Hwoarang, spitting rice everywhere, inclusively one grain reached Baek's cheek. "And he asked for your help in it?! Doesn't he hate you?" Rang saw the master's anger and took the grain out of his face before he could received a blow.
"I'm almost sure he does hate me, Rang" answered the girl. "But I got no more doubts! I spent the day praying and fasting - by the way I'm still fasting - and each time I'm more and more convinced. I must participate on the King of Iron Fist Tournament 6".
Julianna's sensei, Phillipe, choked with that last sentence, and Baek eyed the girl, not really believing she had just spoken that. "Are you sure you're all right? I think you're being delirious... Your skin's getting kind of yellow..."
"I'm not being delirious or yellow, Baek. Do you think I would say this if I wasn't sure? And do you think I'm happy about going to this tournament? Because I'm not, but I also don't want to ignore this weird sign of God." - and Julianna didn't look happy after all.
Sensei looked at his pupil, noticing how serious the girl was. "I support you, Julie; visions don't show up every day. Me and these guys over here will finish the lunch and we'll fill your formulary."
A silence banked at the table. Julianna's formulary.
"Oh God… Baek, tell me you didn't throw my invitation away!" said Julianna, starting to freak out.
Baek raised his eyes, looked straight to the girl and turned back to his plate without speaking a word.
"Ahhhh, you got to be joking! Were did you throw it?"
Baek held back a swallow and pointed at the rubbish chute outside the dojo. If it wasn't bad already, the rubbish lorry was leaving.
Julianna went out with a supernatural speed, yelling and waving her arms, trying to stop the lorry from going away, but the lorry driver thought that it was a crazy person stalking him and accelerated a little. The girl got even more desperate and shot off towards the automobile, until one of the dustmen said something to the driver and stopped the lorry.
The Brazilian tripped her lasts steps, supported the hands in her knees and catched up some breath. "I'm sorry sir, but I need something in there…"
The lorry driver looked suspiciously at the girl, while the dustmen were holding their laughs. "Look lady, you can try to find, but don't take too long because I got some work to do".
"Thank you, sir, I won't take long." Feeling a little relieved, Julianna went to the back of the lorry, and start looking for the dojo's rubbish. A dustman saw the girl having some problems and showed which one of the packs she was trying to find. "These are the ones you want, lady. I was the one who took them."
Julianna thanked him, ignoring the tone of laugh in his voice, and got back to the living room with mountains of rubbish. As a bonus, one of the packs split, and even though the girl struggled to keep the pack from tearing apart a junk track formed behind her.
Badly Julianna arrived in the living room, she saw her friends cracking up, including Baek was giving his hoarse laugh. "That's not funny" said the girl, and just then the torn pack broke out and spread rubbish everywhere, making the men laugh even more.
When everyone cooled down, the master noticed that there was junk all over his dojo. "Miss Julianna, you better clean this up or you'll pay 30, of triceps! And use a good disinfecting, the smell is intoxicating me."
Julianna realized what she did right away. "Oops! I didn't even think about it! I promise I'll clean it up later, but you guys got to help me find this bloody formulary."
Hwoarang made an expression of laziness and repulse. "You got to be kidding me. I won't put my precious hands in this bunch of junk." Baek narrowed his eyes and slapped the back of Rang's head. "I know, I know! Stop being a little girl, become a man and help the lady!" pointed out the red-haired, rolling up his sleeves along with the other guys.
After a long time searching for the piece of paper, Rang founded the envelope and everyone cheered – well, everyone except for Julianna, who deep inside got a little disappointed with having sure that she was actually going to the tournament. "Yep Julie, it seems that you're going to kick serious 'insensible genocides' butts!" teased Hwoarang, shaking the invitation at the girl's face. Julianna violently took the envelope from his hands. "Come on; give me this bloody piece of paper before I change my mind."
The girl seated beside the table, grabbed a pen and started to fill the formulary. They couldn't say, but as many Hwoarang as sensei and Baek were excited about Julianna showing who's the boss in the tournament - well, that and the fact that she could actually stop the wars and solve a lot of social and political problems; because visions are not in vain, right? Note: actually, Rang just wanted to excel himself on fighting his main rivals, that emo guy and his friend.
Julianna finished the application for the tournament and locked herself into room, without making any comments. The men watched the girl walk to her room and stood there for a few seconds, thinking of how weird the situation was.
And then the sensei realized something. "Huh, Baek…"
"What's wrong, Phillipe?" asked the master.
"She didn't clean up the living room."
The vein in Baek's forehead started to pulse. "...JULIANNA!!!!" shouted, giving angry steps to the girl's room and almost breaking down the door with his knocks.
Maybe Julianna would have an excuse for not joining the King of Iron Fist Tournament: serious injuries.