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To Catch A Fox
Summary: Steve Fox is on the run again from the Mafia, and this time Christie runs along side with him. Will Steve stay as a fugitive or will he fight back?
Chapter Seven-A mother and son reunion
"This must be the place," Steve said, as he and Christie arrived in front of a mansion. Steve took out a photo from his pants to see if it was the right place. After examining the photograph again, he nodded his head, indicating that this was the place. "Yeah, this is my mother place for sure."
"And tell me again Steve, why we are coming here for help? And, how can she be your mother when, Nina herself is still in her twenties?" Christie asked, following behind Steve as they walked towards the mansion's two front doors.
"I told you before Christie, I don't know all the exact details on how she is my mother," Steve lied to her. He knew the exact details on how Nina is his real mother. He researched about it during the the fourth tournament, when Nina was hired to assassinate him.
Steve didn't want to tell Christie the truth because he was afraid that she might think he is some sort of monster creation from the Mishima Zaibatsu lab, or not all that human. He was surprised that she never noticed the scar on his right arm that he was born with.
"Why do I have a feeling you're lying to me, Steve? So, you're telling me, Nina, who is like twenty-five years old, had you when she was four? That's a load of bull crap."
"Christie, would you just be shut up about it." Steve didn't really what to talk about the situation at the moment, but Christie seem to be pushing his buttons, since they arrived here in America.
"You know what Steve, every since I came along with you on this roller coaster adventure, you have been hiding things from me. You haven't been that quite honest either with the whole mafia chasing you," Christie said with her hand on her hips. "Maybe I think you do know where the money is, and you probably like the whole ordeal with the Mafia chasing you around the whole damn world!"
Steve has had it. He turned around to the Brazilian, face fuming with anger. "Then maybe you should take your ass back to Brazil then! I never asked you in the first place to come along with me and I didn't need your fucking help in the first place!"
Shocked and angry at what he had just said, Christie walked up to Steve, and stood there face to face with him. Gritting her teeth, she says "Without my help back at the hotel...your British ass would be dead. Furthermore, you never thanked me back there when I cleaned your wounds."
Both fighters stood there breathing heavily, glaring back at each other eyes, then they turned their heads when a door opened, and a gun pointed at them.
"You have three seconds to explain to me why you two are arguing in front of my door, while I'm trying to sleep, or I'll kill you both," Nina threatened them. Apparently, she has just woken up, since she was dressed in her all white silk robe. Her eyes were focus on Steve, and she still didn't feel nothing that her own son was at her home.
Sighing, Steve fully turned to Nina, not at all threatened with the gun pointed towards him. He excepted something like this from his emotionless mother. "I'm here to talk to you," He simply said.
"Is that all?"
"And maybe even a place to stay, if that is alright with you Miss Williams." Christie sheepishly smiled from behind Steve, waving a little. Nina then pointed the weapon at her. "Or maybe not..." Christie gulped.
Christie was afraid of Nina in the tournaments, even though she had never fought her, her presence at the tournaments sent shivers down her spine. Even now, her body is beginning to shake with fear.
"Can you just let us in, please mother?"
After a few moments, whether to kill them or not, Nina disarmed her weapon, and walked back inside, leaving the front door open.
Signaling that its a way for them to come in, Steve and Christie cautiously stepped inside the mansion.
"Take off your shoes. I don't want dirt tracks on my white marble floor," Nina warned them both, before going into a room.
"That's probably the first motherly thing she ever said to me," Steve joked, taking off his white shoes and Christie as well doing the same, slipping off her brown scandals.
Nina sipped on her tea while listening to Steve's stories on why they were here. She didn't looked that interested hearing about it, but nonetheless, she kinda was intrigued that her son killed a man.
"And that is how we end up here in America looking for you. I need your help." Steve finally ended the story.
Nina sat her tea down on the glass table, crossing her legs, so she can feel comfortable on the couch. "I see, so, how did it feel killing someone?"
"You didn't listen to a damn word that what I was saying did you?"
Nina smirked. "Just answer the question. How did it feel to kill someone?"
Steve sighed, looking over at Christie, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, listening their conversation. She witnessed the reaction after Steve killed a man. He wouldn't stop punching him, even if it was dead or alive.
Then he looked across the room back at his mother, still smirking, patiently waiting for him to answer.
"It felt...bad, yet good, at the same time. I didn't feel no part of regret of what I have done. Even after he begged for mercy. I don't like it when people hurt someone I care about or close to me."
"So, you are my son after all," Nina laughed, sipping her tea. "It's funny because killing runs in the family genes."
"I'm not a killer like you or anyone else in this bloody fucking family. I don't kill on a regular basis like you. You take innocent people lives, and me on the other hand, is fighting to stay alive!"
Nina laughed once more. "Steven Michael Fox, thats the whole point about killing. You can't have regrets once the killing is done. Killing is my job after all. I'm an assassin and my job is to kill and get paid."
'And I thought the Mishima family was dysfunctional' Christie thought as she watched Nina and Steve confuted in silence
"So, killing is for money, is that it?!" Finding this not funny at all, Steve finally thought of something will shut his mother up."If so, why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" Steve asked, smirking with his arms folded against his chest.
He definitely hit the spot.
Nina slowly stop laughing, and in an instant, she was back to her emotionless self. This time she was glaring back at her son.
"What? Why did you stop laughing? Go on keep laughing mommy, keep your son happy."
Christie saw in Nina's eyes that she was ready to kill Steve any second. "Steve, maybe you should stop."
"No Christie, I won't. I waiting for her to answer my question." Steve then kneel down in front of Nina, and was now face to face with his own mother. "Now, answer the question. Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" Steve smiled, and that triggered Nina off.
Nina suddenly slapped Steve in the face, standing up she grabbed his arms, twisted it and flipped him onto the glass table, causing it to break. Then, she pulled out another gun, a pistol from underneath her robe, and pointed the gun at Steve's forehead.
"Steve!" Christie stood up.
"Christie stay back!" Steve narrowed his eyes back at his own mother. "I want to see if she is going to kill me this time."
"Don't push me," Nina hissed, pressing the pistol more to his forehead. "I will kill you silence..."
"Then do it! You have another chance to kill me and complete your mission that you failed to do."
"Steve, do not tease her anymore. I don't want you to die, just let it go." Christie pleaded.
"I would listen to your girlfriend, Steven. She is right, don't tease me."
"What, I'm doing you a favor. You said earlier, killers have no regrets once the killing is done. Your an assassin, and you kill to get paid right. So, killing me will get your reward. And may I recall, I don't think those bastards ever gave you their money."
Hearing what Steve said, Nina smirked. "Your right...they didn't..."
POW
"Steve!" Christie shouted when Nina pulled the triggered. In her view, she believed Nina actually killed Steve.
Steve opened one left eye, he saw Christie standing there still in the room. Then, he saw Nina slowly get off of him, putting her weapon back underneath her robe.
"I hate bugs," Nina said.
"Huh?" Steve was confused, but then saw a dead bug, its body all spluttered on the floor. 'Well, there's one thing I know she hates...' He thought.
"Oh Steve, I thought she actually killed you." Christie helped Steve off the floor, then she slapped him in the face, once he was fully up.
"Ow, why the hell did you do that for Christie?" Steve was rubbing his now red cheek.
"Don't scare me like that again," She frowned, but then smiled. "But, I'm happy that she didn't kill you. Your a good man Steve, and Nina knows that. Right Nina?" Christie looked in her direction.
"...You both can stay here for now...but don't think for one second you two will not do anything around here."
They both nodded, and Steve then whispered to Christie. "I actually thought she was going to kill me this time. I was scared out of my fucking mind."
Christie laughed a little, then Nina called for her. "You, follow me and I'll show you where you will sleep. And maybe give you a new pair of clothes that you can borrow for the same time being."
Christie nodded and began following Nina.
Steve fell on the couch feeling very exhausted from all the whole around the world trip, he then closed his eyes for a second. "Its good to finally get some rest around here."
"Steven!" Nina called for him upstairs.. " Could you clean up the glass table you have broken and after that, wash the dishes!"
Steve sighed and sat up on the couch. "Okay MOTHER! Damn, she's only three years older than me, and already she acting like she had me forever. Staying here is going to be a drag..." Steve slowly walked to the kitchen to begin doing his chores that his mother informed him to do.
Some reunion eh! I think this is my shortest chapter so far, right? Well next chapter should be interesting. I think I did okay proofreading my mistakes, but I submitted it. Taking this writing class in college has helped me improve in some ways. I think I have the tense shifts under control. I made sure the sentences wasn't past, then present, then past again. I hope this chapter didn't have that much errors like before. I'm taking my grammar seriously, so please, support me. Read and review.