Subject: [fic][tekken] Project Alpha, ch 1 - Short Mourning
From: Ronny Hedin
Date: 7/5/1997, 10:30 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com


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                           | PROJECT ALPHA |
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                            a Tekken fanfic
                      by Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin)
                           <tharkon@fan.net>
                          all C&C appreciated

                               CHAPTER I
                            SHORT MOURNING

                                  ***

  As so many times before, the old man stood at the top of the
volcano, dressed in his traditional skirt and sandals, looking out
over the bubbling lava where, a few months ago, his son had burned
to death.

  Burned to death, immersed in the molten slag where he had been
thrown by him, Heihachi Mishima, his father, now once again head of
the Mishima Zaibatsu.

  Heihachi did not regret his actions. His eyes did not reveal any
feelings, only a cold, calculating mind.

  The only thing that bothered him was that Kazuya Mishima had been
a failure. A total, utter, failure, one he could not really afford to
make. His had indeed become a good fighter, never defeated by anyone
but his father, but he had not obeyed.

  Not only that, but he had taken control of the family corporation,
and then been unable to keep it, the mistake which he had payed for
with his death. He had underestimated his opponent, the worst mistake
possible, one a Mishima was not allowed to make.

  That it was his own son did not bother him. Why should he care more
for him than for any other worthless loser?

  The other one did not turn out better. When, so many years ago, it
became clear that Kazuya was a failure, Heihachi had brought up Lee
Chaolan as a second son. Though good, Lee never reached quite the 
skill of Kazuya, let alone himself, and worse, he became one without
honor.

  When he, Heihachi, was though dead, Lee had run to his "brother",
the new head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, and proclaimed his loyalty, and
just as expected, he had now returned, claiming that he had planned 
to infiltrate to gain Kazuya's trust and take revenge for what he had
done to, as he said, "his beloved stepfather".

  It was obvious that Lee had also made the mistake of under-
estimation, thinking his mentor a sentimental fool, not realising
that he had long since guessed all about Lee's inner feelings and
what he really wanted.

  He was still useful, though, as long as he was allowed to believe
that his deception had worked.

                                  ***

  Lee stood in the parking lot outside the training hall, smiling to
himself. The old fool had bought his lies. Heihachi did not have many
weaknesses, but obviously, his sons where one. Soon, he, Lee Chaolon,
would be the one in power.

  He brushed his hand through his silvery hair, and entered.

  Almost immediately, he saw the one he was looking for. A tall, dark
american, his body bulging with muscles. Bruce was punching a bag
heavily, but when he recognized the new arrival, he approached him, an
angry look on his face.

  "Whadda you want?"

  Lee smiled gently. "You have something I want." Judging by the look
on his face, Bruce did not understand what he was hinting at, so
he added, "Control of what was once Kazuya Mishima's private army."

  If Bruce looked angry before, he was now furious. "WHAT?" he
sputtered. "You traitor! Tell your new master he can go fuck himself,
Bruce Irving is loyal to his friends. No way am I helping a fuckin'
scum like you!"

  Lee smiled again, but not gently this time, but the smile was one
of the reasons why he had been nicknamed 'the silver-haired demon'

  "Yes you are." As he said this, he jumped forward, hitting Bruce's
upper body with two quick punches that made him stagger backwards.

  "Rrrrrraaaaaaaaarr!" Bruce roared and threw himself at Lee, knee
first. His opponent, however, easily avoided this by stepping out of
the way.

  "I'll kill you, you motherfuckin' traitor," the large man snarled.
"I can kill you in one blow and you fuckin' know it!" With this, he
threw a punch at Lee that would probably have proven him correct if
it had hit. However, it didn't - his opponent once again stepped
aside, grabbed the outstretched arm with one hand and the kickboxer's
body with the other, and threw him into a wall.

  "Why don't you just surrender right away?" Though he had a high
opinion of himself, Lee knew his opponent spoke the truth. He also
knew that the angrier Bruce got, the fiercer his attacks would get,
which meant he would be able to see them coming a mile away.

  It didn't take Bruce long to get to his feet. "Nobody attacks me
and lives! NOBODY!" Once again, he leapt at the, though well-trained,
much less impressive-looking japanese man, trying to land a blow.

  Avoiding this one just as easy as the last, Lee continued to tease
his opponent. "What about officer Wulong, then? Last time I was in
Hong Kong, he was still healthy."

  He had obviously hit a tender spot. Bruce immediately threw himself
at Lee and managed to connect with his left knee. Sinking to the
ground, Lee rolled backwards, and swept round his right leg as he
rose, knocking his pursuing enemy to the ground. "Better be careful,"
he though to himself. "One more of those and I'm history."

  Never tiring, the immense american once again threw himself at his
opponent, intending to end the fight. Lee, however, had the very same
intention. Blocking the punch, he knocked Bruce backwards with a high
kick, and followed up with another one, and another one. After three
hits to his head, the kickboxer still stood up, but not for long.

  Lee launched himself towards his opponent, throwing him to the
ground, and starting pounding his face repeatedly, not stopping until
he had reduced it to a bloody lump of meat.

  His task accomplished, the silver-haired demon smiled contently.
"Maybe now you will have learned some respect, american."

                                  ***

  A worried look on her angelic face, the woman that was created from
Kazuya Mishima's light side sat on a high rock in the middle of the
forest, pondering.

  Knowing his innermost self, indeed even being part of it, she knew
Kazuya was not all bad, that he did not really deserve to die. Cliche
though it may be, being thrown of a cliff by your father at age five
definitely counts as a bad childhood.

  Now he was gone. She suspected, though, that were was a way to
change that. Just as she was created out of his light half, the being
known as Devil was created from the dark one. Combined, they would
represent all of him. Somehow, she thought, it should be able to
merge them and thus recreate Kazuaya.

  Having inherited the greed and selfishness, Devil would probably
not want it. They were quite evenly matched, and thus, she needed
help. There was only one person who could help her.

  Devil had been there too, though, and he too had seen what she had
seen. Her only hope was that his dark nature would take him longer
to figure it out, that she would be the faster one.

  Thus, she spread her wings, and rose towards the dark night sky.

                                  ***

[notes section]

Comments welcome (hint hint). Please, if you actually read this, at
least tell me so, you don't need to do any advanced analysis, just
let me know there's somebody out there who read this, and might be
interested in reading the next chapter too, OK? If you think I suck,
you can tell me that too. I'm not easily insulted.

Also, if you've spotted any errors in grammar or spelling, please,
please, send me a (private) mail about it. Anything, no matter how
minor it may seem, is important to me!

So, stay subscribed for CHAPTER II: NEW FRIENDS. Out next weekend if
you don't discourage me too much. ^_^

Disclaimer: With my usual luck and timing, I just bet there's an
official Tekken anime being made that make my character
interpretations totally fucked up and my storyline all wrong. If so,
well, I frankly don't give a damn. This is based on the information
presented in the games, nothing else.

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