Chapter 5: The Devil Inside
Hwoarang crumpled the schedule in his fist. [Kazama.]
He was fighting Jin Kazama tomorrow at one p.m. The redhead stared down at the crumpled form of Steve Fox. He had put up a good fight, but not good enough. The ambulance came wailing around the corner and the Korean watched as they loaded his opponent into the vehicle and scream off for the nearest hospital. The referee was staring at Hwoarang in frightened awe. Hwoarang had taken a lot of harsh hits from Steve but it only took one powerful Hunting Hawk to bring the British boxer down. His eyes swept over the small audience that had gathered in the Shinjuku District. Everyone was quiet. They were afraid to ask for his autograph. Hwoarang smirked a little, grabbed his cheque from the ref, and left. He was halfway down the block when a sharp female voice cried out to him.
"Hwoarang!"
The redhead sighed and turned to see Anna walking up to him. She was wearing a dress that looked like it was made out of red tin foil.
"You didn't give me one clear shot you bastard!" She hissed.
"I put him in the hospital. How clear is that?" Hwoarang retorted, walking off.
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"So how'd you do, lover?" Lee purred.
"Get off." Hwoarang growled, shoving Lee aside.
"Ooo, touchy. What crawled up your ass and died?"
"This." Hwoarang replied, shoving the schedule in Lee's face.
"Ah. You're fighting your old flame. How quaint."
"Fuck you."
"Thanks, but Kazuya already did that...thoroughly."
"I thought you reeked of sex."
Hwoarang crossed Lee's hotel room, grabbing a drink from the bar. He downed some scotch and sighed.
"Why are you so worked up?"
"I hate that bastard. I want to pound his fucking face in."
"Or maybe you want to pound into that cute little ass of his?"
The Korean growled and tossed his glass at Lee. The Chinese ducked, laughing as the glass smashed against the wall.
"You have to learn to control that temper, Hwoarang." Lee said.
Hwoarang just growled at him and stormed out.
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Nina looked around, making sure no one was around before turning on one of the computers. She had broken into the VIP offices in the Iron Fist office, determined on getting some information. Using her highly praised hacker skills, Nina bypassed everything completely, using the computer to hack into the Mishima Zaibatsu's files. She pulled up a file search and typed in her name. Nina stared, dumbfounded, at the screen in front of her.
[Steve Fox!? That cocky little bastard is my son!?]
The woman leaned back in her chair. It made sense. She'd be in her forties by now if she hadn't been in Cold Sleep all those years. The memories were flooding her mind. Anna, that worthless bitch, if she had just let her kill Kazuya in the second tournament. Images of her father's grave invaded the woman's mind. She shook her head trying to clear them from her mind.
"Nina."
She jumped and clicked the computer off. She half-turned to see a redheaded man standing behind her.
"Who're you?" She asked.
"I'm Hwoarang." He replied. He didn't even seem surprised that she didn't know who he was. "I saw what was on the screen, Nina."
Nina said nothing.
"It sucks what they did to you. You missed out on twenty one years of your son's life. And you might miss out on the rest."
"What do you mean?"
"Your sister is in the tournament, Nina. She was told to kill Steve off...I'm assuming because of the Cold Sleep project."
Nina grit her teeth. "Anna..."
"She'll be glad you remember her." Hwoarang replied, smirking slightly.
Nina didn't reply. She just got up and left.
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Heihachi looked over his list. Kazuya, Paul, Lee, Kuma, Anna, Yoshimitsu, Hwoarang, Jin, Christie, Nina, Lei, Bryan, and Xiaoyu were the only ones to make it to this day. The old man smirked. He couldn't wait to see Jin and Hwoarang fight. He couldn't wait to see who'd make it to tomorrow as well. He'd also set the Williams sisters up against each other. Nina had finally found out about everything. Heihachi was curious to see if Nina was pissed enough to spill her sister's blood.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Hwoarang and Jin are ready for their fight, sir."
"Excellent."
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Hwoarang cracked his back and knuckles, watching Jin intently. The Mishima corp. had flew them to some remote jungle area, but the Korean could see cameras in the trees. Hwoarang flipped the nearest camera off, smirking. The ref, a very attractive pink-haired girl, sighed deeply and popped her bubblegum. Jin eyed Hwoarang cautiously. The Korean was indeed threatening. He felt the devil inside of him stir. The pink-haired girl swept the two fighters with a metal detector. It beeped at Hwoarang and he cussed, handing a pair of metal knuckles to the ref. She swept him again but it didn't beep.
"Ok. Fighters take your mark."
Hwoarang took his mark, his body tensing like a bow wire.
"Round Two: Fight!!"
Hwoarang leapt at Jin, foot aimed for the man's face. Jin dodged Hwoarang's kick, punching the man in the back of his knee. The Korean landed, stumbled, and whipped around to face Jin. They both took different aggressive stances, then leapt at each other again. Jin cried out in pain as Hwoarang's head connected with his nose in a harsh headbutt. Blood spilled from his nose and down his chin. He grabbed a hold of Hwoarang's arms, hip tossing him over his right shoulder. The Korean landed on his back and the air whooshed out of his lungs.
"Damn you, Kazama!" He roared, rolling onto his side.
Jin circled Hwoarang. He didn't want to kick him when he was down. Hwoarang growled, springing to his feet. He tackled Jin, slamming the brunette up against a palm tree. The Japanese fighter's shoulder cracked painfully and he howled. The devil inside of him roared, clawing to get out. Hwoarang backed off, then slammed Jin into the tree again. The ref winced, watching the fight from between her fingers. Jin managed to wedge an arm between his and Hwoarang's bodies. He pushed his fist into Hwoarang's rib cage, forcing them apart. Once he had enough room he punched Hwoarang square in the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. The Korean let out a cry of rage, rushing forward. Jin side stepped the fighter but Hwoarang was ready for that. Jin yelped as Hwoarang's foot connected with his chin.
Let me out, Kazama! Damn you! Let me out!
Hwoarang paused, watching as Jin writhed on the ground. The ref rushed to Jin's side. There was the sickening noise of flesh ripping open. The ref screamed as she was flung backwards by an enormous black wing. Hwoarang watched as the ref landed in a clump of ferns, motionless. Another wing sprouted from Jin's back and he sat up. The Korean shuddered internally as the Japanese's red eyes seemed to pierce right through him. Tribal tattoos covered Jin's chest and back. It looked like the tattoos stemmed from the Fatal Lightning tattoo on his arm. Hwoarang checked on the ref. She was only out cold. He turned back to Devil-Jin, eyes narrow.
"This is the only way you think you can win, Kazama?" He demanded.
Devil-Jin smirked. "No. This is the only way Kazama will get what he wants."
Before Hwoarang could answer Devil-Jin rushed forward, grabbing Hwoarang's arm and twisting it painfully. Hwoarang howled in pain, dropping to his knees to avoid having his arm broke.
"Suck my cock." Devil-Jin hissed.
"W-what!?" Hwoarang sputtered.
"Do it!!"
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