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 Eight-Secrets Revealed

"Ahhhh! Bloody fucking hell!" Steve shouted in frustration, trying to pull the weeds from the garden. He was in Nina's garden working on the plants and pulling weeds from the plants.

Its been three days since Steve and Christie started staying here in Nina's mansion, which meant three days of no attacks from the mafia. It's a good sign of relief in both their sakes because they both needed a break from all the running and fighting. They're both eating, showering and worst of all, doing chores.

This is not what Steve and Christie had in mind. It's bad enough that Steve has to do all the dirty work, such as washing dishes, taking out the trash, cleaning the bathroom and even at this very moment, working in the garden. On his hands and knees with dirt all over his jeans, white tank top and some dirt smeared on his cheeks.

"This would be much easier if she would use a weed be gone spray," Steve said after successfully pulling the weed from the ground. He tossed it in the black garbage bag, where rest of the weeds were.

"Wow, look at you Steve," Christie laughed.

Steve groaned and went back to work with the plants.

"Need any help?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm almost done anyway. So, what did my mother have you do today?"

Christie shrugged. "Nothing much, just polishing her guns and changing the sheets."

Steve raised an eyebrow looking at Christie. "She had you polished her guns? What's with that woman?"

"I don't know. She is your mom after all, Steve."

"Yeah, me and you both don't know squat about her. And she is my mother, who never thought she had a son until now!"

"Steve, I'm still curious about how can she be your mother, when you're only twenty-one? Is there something you're hiding from me?" Christie eyed him suspiciously.

Sighing, Steve wiped the dirt off his hands, got up from ground and walked over towards the back door of the mansion, with Christie following him. He wasn't ready to talk about it with Christie not just yet.

"Steve! Are you going to tell me or not? I really need to know why are you hiding things from me when we've been through so must shit together recently. Don't you trust your friend?"

The boxer sat down in empty seat in the kitchen and poured a glass of water into the cup. Before taking a sip, he said, "Look Christie, I told you before I'm not ready to tell you about it. If you're really that concern about it, then go ask her your self about it."

Christie opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped. She decided it was best to leave it alone and stay out of their family business. After a few moments she left the kitchen nearly bumping into Nina, and apologized after the little contact before heading upstairs,

Nina entered the kitchen seeing Steve drinking his water, looking as if he had lots of things on his mind. She overheard their conversation and thought it was best to talk to Steve about it.

"You should tell her," Nina said, grabbing a glass cup, pouring water into it and sitting in the empty seat.

Steve didn't know Nina entered the kitchen until he heard her voice. "She doesn't need to know right now."

"Why shouldn't she? She's your friend and friends tell each other everything, right?"

"Why don't you tell you tell Christie then?! You know much more about it then I do!" Steve shouted, banging his fist onto the kitchen table. "Besides, I wasn't born like everyone else was. I was an experiment, and you caused this to happen." Steve pointed to himself, his blue eyes glaring at his mother.

Nina smiled shaking her head, snickering under her breath, "You just don't get it do you?You have know idea what I've been through." Then she stood up from her seat leaving the kitchen. "Steve, I want you in my room in an hour." Nina left the with Steve bewildered and yet angry at the same time.

What the hell does she want with me?

Turning the shower nob off, Steve stepped out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around his waist. Steve then wrote his name on the fogging mirror, he then laughed at his own handwriting. He always use to do write his name or draw funny images on the mirror after taking a shower. He finds his creations funny, since he is a bad artist when it comes to drawing.

Steve slipped on a pair of navy blue sweats and a plain white tee shirt, then left his room to the hallway. Walking down the hallway, Steve started thinking about all things he have been through in his life so far. He smiled to himself thinking about the good times in London with his friends and foster family he loved the most. They were like his real family and he missed them dearly. He remembered when his foster mother used to baked him chocolate chips cookies, cake, banana muffins. Just thought of it made his mouth watery, licking his lips tasting the delicious homemade bakery.

Then with his foster father who always knew how to make educational fun, since he was a college professor back in London. He was used to take Steve to take museums any chance he had away from school, and sometimes vacations to other foreign countries, so Steve can knew their languages and history about the country. Steve's successes in school earned him a full-time scholarship to Oxford University, where he earned his bachelor degree before his freshman peers.

What Steve really missed the most was his boxing career. Life without boxing to Steve, was life without the Sun and the Moon. How can see during the day and night with those two? It's the same with boxing. He watches the boxing matches on T.V and see how the commentators compare Steve to other boxers. What gets him so upset the most, is that people say boxing is dying and everyone is bored with it because Steve is not there. When he was boxing, he was like the icon and role model for the sport of boxing. He was on the raised, but issues got into his way and he had to leave boxing behind. Probably even for good if he doesn't get any calls back or end mafia situation.

"I miss those days," Steve said quietly, hands behind his head, looking up at the decorated ceiling.

Steve walked up to Christie's room where she was staying at. He peeked his head inside the room and saw her sleeping silently. He smiled to himself. He was happy that she was getting some rest and staying in a peaceful place for the time being. She really deserved this opportunity, especially with all the stuff she had put up with him and the mafia. She was helping him and he really believes that Christie is a true friend.

He walked up to her bed, pulled the sheets over her sleeping body, and kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep well Chris," He whispered.

Leaving her room and closing the door behind him, Steve went on to Nina's room to see what she wanted with him. No matter how much he dislikes her attitude and cold demeanor, he secretly loved Nina because she is mother after all. Sometimes, he acts like her.

Knocking on her door, Steve heard her say entered and he walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Steve observed her room and noticed it had a nice size and yet, it was plain. There was a couple of dressers, a closet, a flat screen T.V and a bed. However, she had no decorations, no pictures, no type of accessories. Nothing at all, just a plain white wall.

Nina was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, looking through a photo album. "Sit," Nina pointed her finger on the bed, her eyes still fixed on the book.

Steve did as he was told and sat next to Nina on the bed. "What's this your looking at?" Steve asked looking at the pictures.

"My memories," Nina said turning the page to more pictures.

"Looks like a photo book to me," Steve chuckled, earning a death glare from Nina. "I mean, your memory book right? Sorry!"

Nina sighed. "I brought you here for a reason, Steve. You may think I volunteer to do that experiment, but let me tell you this...I was forced to after the second tournament. I was used as a guinea pig for the project."

"Huh? What are yo-"

"Let me finish," Nina cut him off. She then turned the page and pointed to a picture with a guy wearing a white tuxedo. "This was your grandfather and my father, Richard Williams. He was involved in a Irish mafia and taught me and my sister, Anna, martial arts. You won't meet him because he passed away before I entered the second tournament."

Steve nodded in response. He didn't feel a whole lot sympathy, but he felt sad because he was family. Steve then saw a picture of a lady in a black dress, arms around two girls. "Is she my grandmother?"

"Yes, my mother as well. She is also British like yourself. My mother and my father were very different from each other. He was carefree and spoiled me and my sister a lot. We always fought to see who father loves the most, and I always was the winner. On the other hand, my mother was strict and always wanted us to do the right thing instead of the wrong thing. When my father taught us how to fight like assassins, she was against it since we were so young, but allowed it when he convinced her. She also passed away as well."

"Oh. How did they die by the way?"

Nina smirked, "Think about it. It's the similar situation you are in now, Steve. Anyway, this is your aunt Anna." Nina pointed another picture of Anna, who was now a teenager in this picture. "I don't like her, even though she is the only family I had left. I recommend you not to talk to her at all."

"Why? She seems nice at the tournaments."

"She's a whore. You maybe her nephew, but she will try to sleep with you."

"Okay, I get it now. All I want to know is what happened to you that day after the second tournament?"

"I was hired to assassinate Kazuya Mishima, when he was the CEO of the Zaibatsu. Unfortunately, plans didn't go as well and I was soon captured by the Tekken forces. They put me to sleep and I was put inside the cryogenic chamber for twenty years. During my time asleep in the chamber, they did an experiment on me and somehow they used my body to create you through a vitro fertilization. After my released from the chamber, my memories were gone and I didn't remember anything that happened. That is why I carry this book, so I can remember everything."

When Nina finished her story, Steve saw tears coming down her eyes, but it odd because she wasn't sniffing, or choking out words, she showed no emotion as the tears came down.

Steve was now beyond pissed about what happened to his mother. He couldn't believe what those monsters at the Zaibutsu did to him and Nina. "Those animals! How can they do such a thing?!" Steve balled up his fist, he wanted to beat the bloody living hell at every person that was there that day. Then something clicked in Steve's head. "Wait a minute, did they captured Anna too?"

Nina shook her head. "The dumb whore was jealous that I wasn't going to age while I was in the cryogenic chamber. She volunteer herself for the project, so she can stay young and won't age a year."

"Weird," Steve said shaking his head. "Anyway, why didn't you shoot me when you had the chance?"

Nina smiled. "For once in my life Steve, I felt guilty about killing my only son. Before I came assassin, I wanted a child of my own. Not the one you and I both wanted, but in the normal way."

"Well, glad you felt guilty at that moment. You're my real mom and I need to get know you because I love you, even though I hate your attitude."

"You know Steve, your grandfather was the only man that I trust and loved very much. Since he passed away, I never felt or heard a man that said he loved me. Now, at this moment, I trust you and like you, not love, but like. Saying love would ruin my reputation."

Steve nodded and stood up. "I understand now. It's too soon to express that. Well, I'll be leaving."

"Wait," Nina said before Steve left. "Take this with you." Nina handed him the photo album.

Steve was surprised by this and shook his head. "No, I can't take this. It's your memories, you need them."

"I only needed to remember the good memories not the bad ones. So, take it with you. It's your family memories and you are a Williams."

Steve nodded slowly, "T-thanks mom."

"Your welcome, my son. Now off with you, I have to order some new guns."

Steve left Nina's room headed back to his own room, taking his family with him.

This chapter could be longer, but I decided to leave the StevexChristie moment next chapter, along with another action pack DRAMA! This week, I'm on a updating FRENZY which means everyday will be an update. If I have the time okay.

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