Chapter 6: Bait
"You fucker." Hwoarang growled.
"Cmon Hwoarang. You know you want to..." Devil-Jin purred.
The redhead growled again and looked over at the ref. She was still unconscious.
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Heihachi watched his TV monitor, scowling. Since Devil-Jin had showed up the fight had slowed down considerably.
[What in the hell is he babbling on about??]
Heihachi motioned for his men to come forward.
"Sir?" They asked in unison.
"Fly the helicopter to the jungle and pick up Hwoarang. I have a feeling this fight is going to be over soon. Alert the hospital. Hwoarang is of no use to me dead."
Heihachi's lackeys nodded and hurried off.
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Knowing this would hurt like a bitch, Hwoarang lunged forward. He felt his arm snap, but his head connected perfectly with Devil-Jin's crotch. D-Jin howled and crumpled to the ground, releasing Hwoarang's now broken arm. The Korean scrambled away from the demon and struggled to his feet. Holding his arm close to his body, he waited for his adversary to rise. Devil-Jin moaned and slowly rose.
"You fucker!" Hwoarang screamed, rushing the creature with his good shoulder.
D-Jin roared in pain as Hwoarang smashed him up against a fallen tree trunk. Devil-Jin regained his senses just in time to catch Hwoarang's foot in the face.
"I hate you!!" The redhead yelled.
D-Jin fell to the ground, Hwoarang kept kicking him.
"That's enough." A male voice said.
Hwoarang looked over his shoulder to see a bunch of Heihachi's bodyguards. One of them was carrying the ko'ed ref, the other was on a cell phone, and one was approaching him with a tranq gun.
"No fucking way!" Hwoarang shouted, running off.
The man with the tranq gun followed.
"What about Jin?" The man on the cell phone asked.
"Leave the little shit there!" Heihachi's voice boomed over the phone. "I only want Hwoarang!"
There was a sharp cry from somewhere in the jungle and a few minutes later the henchman came out of the woods, carrying a drugged Hwoarang.
"Get his arm set and in a cast right away." Heihachi ordered before hanging up.
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Lee licked the blood from his upper lip, smiling at his foster brother.
"You're putting up a sad fight, Chaolan." Kazuya said.
"How in the hell do you expect me to concentrate when you're shirtless?" Lee asked.
Kazuya chuckled and helped the Chinese to his feet.
"Say we tied." Kazuya said to the ref.
The ref nodded and ran off.
"I'm amazed that no hard core fans snuck into our private match." Lee said, wiping his bloody lip.
"Me too, but since there's no one here..."
Lee chuckled as Kazuya crushed him close to his body.
"This may be the last time we can be intimate, Lee."
"...I don't understand."
"I have to save Jin from himself soon. The devil inside of him is going to tear his innocence apart if I don't save him."
Lee sighed. "I understand, Kazuya..."
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"Anna..." Nina hissed.
Before Anna could respond Nina had her pressed up against the bathroom sink and a knife at her throat.
"Stay away from my son." The blonde growled.
"Y-your..."
"Steve! Stay away from him! If you so much as look at him funny I'll kill you. You hear me?"
"You..."
"Me, what? I've got the knife to your throat."
"Dr. Abel will kill me if I don't kill Steve."
"Cry me a fucking river. Stay the hell away from my son."
To emphasis her point Nina gently nicked Anna under the chin with her knife. Anna yelped and Nina left the washroom. She walked to the "In the Hospital" list to read it.
[Marduk, King, Steve Fox...]
Nina tore the list down and tossed it into the trash. She reached into her pocket, touching the print-out of her file. She'd tell him...but not yet.
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Christie was enjoying a raspberry soda with Yoshimitsu, Bryan, and Paul by the hotel's pool.
"Nice swim trunks, junk pile." Bryan mused, motioning to Yoshi's Hawaiian print trunks.
Yoshimitsu replied in a language Christie didn't understand.
"What language does he speak?" She asked.
"Japanese." Bryan replied, sipping his Scotch.
"What do they speak over in Brazil?" Paul asked.
"Portuguese, but I know Spanish and English as well..."
Paul nodded and leaned back in his pool chair.
"Has anyone fought Hwoarang yet?" Paul asked.
"I have." Bryan replied, reaching down to grab a smoke from the pack under his chair. "The little shit beat me good too..."
"He helped me with Jin." Christie said. "He told me Jin's weak point."
"I haven't fought either of them." Paul said.
Yoshimitsu muttered something.
"What did he say?" Christie asked.
"He said that he felt a very disturbing presence in both Hwoarang and Jin's auras." Bryan replied, lighting his smoke.
"Oh..."
"Oh is right. Who gives a rat's ass about that shit?" Paul grumbled, taking a smoke from Bryan's pack.
"Smoking is bad for you." Yoshimitsu said.
Christie blinked. "I thought he spoke Japanese."
"He knows a few English phrases." Bryan said. "Mostly the ones meant to piss me off."
Yoshi grinned.
"Well boys. It's been fun, but I've got to be going. I'm fighting some girl with a panda in twenty minutes."
"Xiaoyu. Watch her feet, she likes to trip you." Paul advised.
Christie nodded her thanks and flounced off.
"Nice girl." Paul said.
"Yeah. She won't make it 'till tomorrow." Bryan said.
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Hwoarang moaned. He felt groggy and achy. His watering eyes slowly opened. He blinked the water in his eyes away. His left arm was in a cast and sling. The Korean started, realizing he was chained in an iron chair.
"What the hell!?" He sputtered.
"Hello Hwoarang."
The redhead's head snapped up to see Heihachi leering at him.
"Welcome back to the world of the living."
"Fuck you old man. What the hell is going on?"
Heihachi chuckled. "You're the bait in my little trap, dear boy. I'm going to catch myself a Devil."
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