DISCLAIMER: The Taimanin series belongs to Black Lilith.

A/N: This second set of short-story is a follow up from B Chronicles Vol. 1. This fic assumes you've read Vol. 1 first before proceeding with Vol. 2, because there's bound to be spoilers for Devil Factor, and Action Taimanin's singleplayer campaign.

As far as continuity is concerned, this takes place before and during Action Taimanin's Main Quest. Devil Factor takes place after Ch. 19 of the game.

Chapter 1: -Prologue- Beware the Big Bad Wolf

A sleek blue Ferrari 296 GTB streaks across the horizon, its engine purring like a contented cat. Inside, a man in an expensive suit and fedora hat sits behind the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. This is Rood Kaiser van Wolfgang, former MMA champion turned bounty hunter.

[From Wolfgang's perspective]

I want you to read my dialogues in the voice of Peter von Gomm.

"Hey there, folks," I say, breaking the fourth wall. "Before we dive into this little adventure, make sure you've read Vol. 1 if you want the full picture of my story."

I continue, my voice casual but with a hint of underlying tension. "So, quick recap: I've transitioned from MMA champ to bounty hunter. Life's funny that way. Anyway, I just got word that granny Uehara passed away. While I was hanging out in the Seine with my buddies Ambrose and T.J., a letter arrived from Gosha, Japan. Now I'm here on a rescue mission. The target? A Taimanin named Rin – granny Uehara's daughter."

I'll get into my history with Rin's mum later. Right now, I've got a job to do. Being a bounty hunter has its perks – good money, bringing down bad guys, and occasionally indulging in some righteous violence. It's not too different from my MMA days, really. I've always been willing to do what it takes to win, even if it means ending careers or lives.

I'm not claiming to be some hero. I'm just a guy doing what he's good at and getting paid for it. It just so happens that what I'm good at involves taking out the trash of society. Demons and lowlifes tend to lose control of their bowels when they see me coming. They know I'm about to go full Mortal Kombat on them.

As I near my destination, I count down, "5... 4... 3... 2..."

*KRAKA-BOOM!*

My Ferrari crashes through the warehouse wall like it's made of paper, plowing into a group of Orcs and thugs. Miraculously, my car doesn't have a scratch on it. It's thanks to the reinforced bodywork.

I step out of the car, grinning like a madman. "Heeere's Wolffy!" I announce, surveying the scene. My eyes lock onto Rin, bound and half-naked, surrounded by leering Orcs. My grin fades, replaced by a cold fury. "So, this is how you gringos treat a lady, huh?"

One of the gangsters, looking like he's about to wet himself, squeaks, "What the fuck is Wolfgang doing here?!"

I crack my knuckles, my voice dripping with disdain. "I don't have time for Q&A, mate. But here's a fun fact for you – the reason you don't see many Orcs in Action Taimanin is that I've already wiped out 85% of your population. You should've left her alone if you valued your miserable lives."

An Orc, his eyes burning with hatred, snarls, "Not a chance, not after you killed so many of our friends and families, you monster!"

I shrug, a wolfish grin spreading across my face. "Well, folks," I say to no one in particular, "this is about to get really graphic. You might want to cover your eyes."

What follows is a symphony of violence. My fists and feet become instruments of destruction, each impact a thunderclap of pain. Bones snap like twigs, flesh tears like wet paper. It's brutal, efficient, and deeply personal.

As I fight, flashes of my past intrude – the sound of marching Nazi boots, crowds chanting "Sieg Heil!", Hitler's manic speeches, and the searing memory of my younger self being tortured in Auschwitz. These aren't just memories; they're fuel for my rage, driving me to inflict the same terror on these scum that I once endured.

Just as I finish mopping up the first wave, I sense more coming. "Motherfuckers called for backup," I mutter, turning to Rin. It's time to show her what I really am.

My eyes shift, one turning gold, the other silver. In seconds, I transform into my true form – a blue and yellow werewolf with a glowing heart-like organ in my chest.

"Let me break this down for ya," I explain to Rin as I slice through her bonds with my claws. "My gold eye can erase a few seconds of time, like King Crimson from JoJo. My silver eye can the future, like Epitaph. Pretty handy in a fight."

I shoot a healing laser from my forehead, patching up Rin's wounds. She looks at me, confused and wary. "You... Why are you here?"

"Fight now, ask questions later!" I bark, charging at the incoming enemies.

What follows is a ballet of brutality. My Cobalt Elbow launches an Orc skyward. My Atomsplitter combo sends him crashing into his comrades. The Orc Killer – a vicious combination of right sweep, left elbow, and body blows – lives up to its name. I finish with my Starlight Assault kick, clearing out the last of the trash.

As Rin finishes off the stragglers, I shift back to my human form. I toss her my coat, noticing her battle-worn state. "You might want to wear this," I say, my voice gruff but not unkind.

[Returning to Wolfgang's viewpoint]

As we head back to my car, I can't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and disgust. These green bastards never learn.

"Hey. You doing okay?" I ask Rin. "Did those pigs... you know?" She remains silent, so I continue, my frustration building. "No one gives a shit anyway. It's always the same with you Taimanin, captured and treated like sex objects. It makes me sick!" I start ranting in Dutch, my native tongue taking over in my anger. "Taimanins worden verondersteld anti-demon ninjas te zijn. Het niveau van verdorvenheid en seksueel misbruik dat deze vrouwen doormaken is schandalig! Wat een onzin!"

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. To be honest, I'm both pissed at the state of the world and exhilarated from the fight.

"Are you done talking?" Rin finally speaks up.

I sigh, relieved to hear her voice. "For a second there, I thought those pigs had fucked your brains out. Look, I'm not asking for thanks. I'm just doing my job. The guys in Gosha asked me to save you."

"You're more of a monster compared to them, like one of the Orcs said," she retorts.

"Yeah, I'm always a monster. But that doesn't mean I don't have a heart," I reply, my voice softening slightly. "If I remember correctly, you're Rin, right? I'm sorry about your mum..."

"She sent you a letter a week before she died. She wanted you to come here to pay your last respects," Rin says, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I haven't forgotten the day you once saved my mother from the same fate I was about to suffer. Are you the same Wolfgang she told me about?"

"Yeah, the one and only. MMA legend and bounty hunter," I confirm, a hint of pride in my voice. "Now, let's get you back to Gosha. We've got a lot to talk about, and I've got some respects to pay."

As we drive away from the warehouse, leaving behind the carnage and destruction, I can't help but wonder what other surprises this trip to Japan might have in store for me. One thing's for sure – it's going to be one hell of a ride.

Footnotes and Trivia:

- When he emerges out of his Ferrari 296 GTB, Wolfgang invokes a reference to The Shining, with him saying "Here's Wolffy!"

- Wolfgang's beast form takes elements from an Ultraman; the Lunar Stone in his chest is basically a Color Timer. And his ability to heal allies by firing a laser from his forehead gem is similar to that of Ultraman Tiga's.

- The following moves Wolfgang uses in this chapter are derived from other Tekken characters' signature moves:

1. The Cobalt Elbow is based on Bruce Irvin's Ducking Elbow. (cmd: f,n,d/f,f2)

2. Warschuwingsschotten ("Warning Shots" in Dutch) is also based on Bruce's Dtee Sawk Kao. (cmd: b2)

3. Atomsplitter is based on Kazuya's Slaughter Uppercut. The only main difference is that Wolfgang does a left elbow uppercut as opposed to a body blow before the 2nd hit uppercut with his right. (cmd: d/f1, d/f2)

4. Orc Killer is Wolfgang's version of Paul's Demolition Man. The only main difference is the second hit is done with the left elbow instead of the right before the body blow (cmd: d,4,1:12)

5. Starlight Assault is Wolfgang's version of Kazuya's Hell Lancer. (cmd: f,n,d/f,f3)

- Wolfgang is shown to be racist towards Orcs. Going so far as to call them "gringos" (which is supposed to be a hispanic slang for "foreigner"). Calling an Orc a "gringo" is basically the equivalent of the N-word for them.