Summary : Bryan Fury is a serial killer, and keeps a journal in which he relates who he killed, how and most importantly, why?

Voices of the unheard
Chapter 1 : Requisition

Bryan Fury looked around the place. It was a small apartment, and the kid living in there was asleep. Not. He was Asian, with long red hair and always bearing that smirk on his feminine face. And the other guy that was around him… Jin Kazama. Kazyua’s son. They were two weird guys, always together. At one point he wondered if they were lovers.

“Get rid of the menace” a voice said. “You know what I mean… you’ll do a favour to the word by killing them off.”

“Thou shall not kill” Bryan answered to the voice. He knew where it came from, but it didn’t matter. Part of him wanted to kill the youths, while the other one begged him to leave them alive. “Why do you want me to do that?”

“They are a menace to the world. The Kazama is a daemon, and the Korean is his lover. I’m almost sure of it.”

“This way they won’t have kids…”

“DO AS I TELL THEE! Kill them. They must be together at that moment. Find them, kill them.”

Fury sighed. He had to obey the voice. For it was right… The Kazama lineage had always be against the darker forces of which he was part of. But the Kazama kid WAS half-demon himself. He saw him morph about a year ago as he defeated the Toshin. And if he defeated the angry beast, he must have been good. Too good, in fact. Jin Kazama wouldn’t be a menace for the world any longer if he was dead. And for the redhead, he’d know too much and would need to find a way to get rid of him.

The place wasn’t very quiet. He had opened the door, which wasn’t even locked, and entered in the living room. Sounds – moans – came from one of the room ; what were those to up to? “Probably fucking each other.” He moved to the said room and wasn’t surprised of his discovery. Jin Kazama was on top of the redhead, leaning on his arms, thrusting in and out of him. And Hwoarang wasn’t the quietest being on Earth.

Bryan went back in the kitchen and checked in the drawers. One knife got his attention : it was long and the blade had just been sharpened. “Perfect weapon, kids. Time to die…”

They still where together. First, he needed to make sure how he’d kill the Kazama. For Hwoarang… it could wait. And maybe the single thought of his lover (Bryan shuddered at the thought they were LOVERS) would be enough for him to kill himself, or something like it. Maybe he’d even beg him.

He would do it. He would get rid the world of evil.

Now.

He entered the dark room on his toes, making sure not to do any noise. The moans where louder. The Taekwondo champion had his eyes closed, and Jin wasn’t even mentally there. Closer… closer… a bit closer…

There.

Jin didn’t even see him coming. The only thing he felt was a cold sensation on his throat, nothing more. He let out a weird groan which startled the redhead. The fun was just starting… As he had thought, Jin Kazama died on the shot, not even morphing. This was too damn good. Too easy! What a job! Hwoarang’s eyes were wide in horror as the blood spilt on him and the white blankets. He wanted to back off from the body, but it was too heavy for him. More blood flowed. He could hear him scream “GET IT OFF ME!!” and thought it was pretty funny. What turned to be an "innocent" night out finished in a gruesome way.

How much he liked the screams, the sobs, and the smell of fear oozing from the Korean kid? How did he enjoy the power he had over a DAEMON… he was powerful. As not as God, but fucking powerful. “Come on boy, don’t be scared… be really scared. Uncle Bryan won’t hurt you, but get rid of your suffering. He’ll put an end to all of this… come and see me, Hwoarang.”

Hwoarang screamed and sobbed too much to listen to him. So Bryan pushed Jin’s body down the bed and took its place over the Korean’s lean frame. He kicked and screamed even more. “I won’t hurt you kid. Not like you imagine. Worse.” The redhead found the strength to get out of Bryan’s tight grip and got off the bed, tripping over his lover’s body. His mind was set on the phone, and that was his biggest error.

Bryan launched at him, putting him in a very uncomfortable position. He was now in the corner of the room, still sobbing and begging not to be killed. “If you didn’t want to suffer this fate, then you should’ve never come here. There is NO PLACE for evil, kid. NO PLACE, GET THAT?!”

The Korean youth had completely forgotten about the blood on his own body until he got his hands to his face. When he backed his hands from his face, they were red. And so was his chest.

“Don’t kill me, please…” he pleaded once again. “I haven’t done anything to you...”

“Maybe not to me, but to mankind. You shall die as expected.”

“PLEASE NO!” It was fun listening to his screams. Bryan got closer to the other man, knife in hand.

“Poor kid… you’ll join you lover, now.”

“NOOOOOO! LISTEN, PLEASE! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!”

There was a loud sob and a spine-chilling scream when the blade came in contact with the warm flesh. The ex-cop was being hit by a pair of strong legs, but then again, it wouldn’t mean the end. He’d kill him no matter what. Bryan pressed the blade against the throat of his opponent and watched the blood flow of the wound.

Hwoarang had stopped fighting back. His eyes lost what life they held; the arms didn’t launch punches anymore; the chest wasn’t moving; heart wasn’t beating.

Dead.

The two firsts… not victims… chosen ones… were now dead.

Bryan Fury’s job was done here.


December 5th, 2024.

Today was red. Red as the kid’s hair, red as the kids’ blood. Red as there won’t be anymore soon, when all the chosen ones will be dead. They paid the price of such a forbidden love. A human and a daemon, both males… what sick mind would’ve thought of it? Who the hell creates those? As soon as I find out, there won’t be any of them left. Now let’s see… hadn’t Kazuya Mishima sold his soul for the devil? Isn’t he the one responsible for everything? “Thou shall get rid Earth of evil.” Kazuya is part of the evil. Once he’ll be out of my way, things will get easier.

As for now, right now, there is nothing I can do but flee.