PROJECT ALPHA by Tharkon

Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20021018063145/http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Realm/3017/

Author: Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin)

Tags: Lee, Kazuya, Paul, Jun, Jin, Heihachi, Angel, Devil

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| PROJECT ALPHA |
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a Tekken fanfic
by Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin)
http://nabiki.newberry.edu/fanfic/

From behind, we see a balding man, wearing a purple hakama - HEIHACHI - standing at the edge of a bubbling volcano. The camera quickly spins around him and zooms on his eyes. They stare emptily into space, devoid of emotion. As the picture halts, it morphs into another pair of blankly staring pupils, and zooming out, we see a well-built man with white, almost silvery hair - LEE - walking through a dark alley. Another quick fade, and we now see a kangaroo, standing among a group of bushes - ALEX. It is night. The camera follows his gaze to a house, in through a window, where a young Japanese woman is lying in her bed - JUN. She is tossing violently, indicating that she does not sleep well. The camera zooms extremely close on her gray sheets, and when it zooms out again, just as quick, we now follow a Harley-Davidson motorcycle going along a highway. The driver, wearing sunglasses, has an impressive, high-standing haircut, and the Bruce Lee-copy behind holds on to his back desperately, his hair pulled backwards by the wind - PAUL and LAW. We only see them for a few seconds, then the picture fades away again, revealing a big, robot-like man, sparring in a traditional-style dojo with a young, Chinese-looking girl, a man in what looks like ancient samurai armour watching amusedly - JACK-2 and YOSHIMITSU. In one of the few special-effects of this intro, the picture almost seems to shatter, and zooming out, we see that it is under the jaws of a purple, demonic creature, it's face and hair somewhat similar to the man in the beginning - DEVIL. Next to him is an angelic woman, who looks in all regards like the demon's opposite - ANGEL. Then, it all fades to blackness again, and a small Tekken-logo appears, followed by another, larger text:

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a Tekken fanfic
by Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin) http://nabiki.newberry.edu/fanfic/
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>As so many times before, the old man stood at the top of the volcano, dressed in his traditional hakama 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. He 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 paid for with his life. 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 really reached the skill of Kazuya, let alone himself, and worse, he became one without honor.
When he, Heihachi, was thought 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 had been done to "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 were one. Soon, he, Lee Chaolan, 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.
"What're you doin' here?"
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, not gently this time, but the smile that was one of the reasons why he had been nicknamed "the silver-haired demon".
"Yes you are." Stating 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 ya, you motherfuckin' traitor," the large man snarled. "I can kill you with 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. It didn't, though - 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 Chinese man, trying to land a blow.
Avoiding this one just as easy as the one before it, 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 thought 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 started 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."
***
"So far he has done all that I have expected", Heihachi thought to himself. "It is only a matter of time before he confronts Bruce Irving, if he has not done so already." He smiled inwardly.
***
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. Being thrown of a cliff by your father at age five definitely counts as a bad childhood.
Now he was gone. She was certain, though, that there 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 possible to merge them and thus recreate Kazuya.
Having inherited the greed and selfishness, Devil would probably not want that. They were quite evenly matched, and thus, she needed help. There was only one person who could give her that.
Devil had been there too, though, and he too had seen what she had seen. Her only hope was that with his dark nature, it 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.
***
"So, doctor, what is it that you would wish to tell us?"
Yoshimitsu and Jack-2 where both listening to Dr. Vaskonovich. The former, dressed as always in his samurai-like armour, looked curiously at the speaker, while the latter was not really able to express such advanced emotions. A smile was only barely discernable on his lips when he looked at the little girl, even tinier compared to the enormous man, sitting on his knee.
"When you helped me escape the Mishima Zaibatsu, I worked on a secret project, codename Alpha. Kazuya Mishima himself supervised it."
Yoshimitsu raised an eyebrow. "This might prove interesting."
"The intention was to clone a genetic soldier. We borrowed genetic material from Kazuya himself. However, it did not meet with full success. Only two prototypes were ever created, one of whom gained all the good sides of its ... um ... progenitor, the other inheriting all the bad ones."
"The first one must have been quite small then, I would presume," Yoshimitsu joked, but seeing that the doctor did not like the interruption, he motioned for him to go on.
"You have told me that Heihachi threw his son into an active volcano. However, that does not mean he is gone for good."
"Kazuya is dead," Jack-2 stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but his genes still walk around. They are split, but it is possible for the prototypes to be joined together again, re-creating a complete Kazuya Mishima." The Doctor waved his hands wildly in the air to illustrate this.
"He must have some contacts of his own, outside the corporation, do you not think?" Yoshimitsu said. "He most certainly hates his father, now more than ever before, and would probably use any means necessary to regain control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. If he appears again, we would have the underworld at war."
Once again, the robot seemed to be confused. "Why is that bad?"
"True, it may sound good," Vaskonovich agreed, "but if you think about it, you realise it is not so. The Mishima Zaibatsu is very powerful, not only in Japan but in all the world. Very many people would be involved, many would die, and there would be much chaos and anarchy."
Jack-2 shook his head. "That cannot be allowed. Kazuya Mishima must not be ressurected."
Yoshimitsu nodded. "I believe my metallic friend here has hit the nail head-on. Perhaps you can give us some more information to help us accomplish this?"
***
The young Japanese woman tossed wildly in her sleep. Jun Kazama was, as so many nights before, plagued by nightmares.
The demonic creature grinned evilly at her. Somehow, it seemed familiar, similar to Kazuya Mishima, the man she had intended to fight, but still for some reason felt a strange attraction towards. Yet, in so many ways, it was different. Certainly, it's twisted, purple limbs and leathery wings meant they could not be one and the same.
No, she felt none of that attraction towards this creature, this purple devil - only fear and loathing. It's horrible smile revealed long rows of small, sharp teeth.
"You," it spoke in that hoarse voice that seemed like a twisted mockery of the real Kazuya, "shall bear my child."
"Never!" she cried desperately.
"You cannot escape your destiny, Jun. You have been chosen by fate. You," the creature repeated, "shall bear my child."
"Nooooooooooooooo!"
Screaming, Jun was shaken awake. She laid in her bed silently, sweating, tired, but not wishing to go back to sleep.
***
She was not the only one who could not sleep. In a large, expensive bed, the wrestler known to most as King pondered what he had just seen.
Something had felt wrong about that dream. Definitely wrong. Like it was not really his.
The Japanese woman ... who was she? He knew he recognized her.
And the demon. The demon, laughing at the woman, teasing her, threathening her. Something was familiar about it, too.
"Kazama," he though to himself. Yes, that was it. Jun Kazama. That was the name of the woman. She had been at the King of the Iron Fist tournament.
But the demon? He could not escape the feeling he had seen it before, but still, he did could not figure out when or where.
No matter what, he was certain this was no ordinary dream. Obviously, the woman needed help. In the morning, he would arrange for an airplane ticket to Japan, to find out what was wrong, and do something about it.
***
Saying that the demonic being known to the scientists involved in project Alpha as "Devil" was angry would be wrong. Irritated, but not angry.
Somehow, the dreams had leaked, and been intercepted by the wrestler. King had to be taken care of before he could interfere, but Devil had not planned to reveal his existance just yet.
Fortunately, he already had a solution to that little problem. That was why he was now waiting in the alley outside a shady gym in Mexico City.
He did not have to wait long. Soon, the door opened, and a tall, muscular Mexican man appeared. He was not wearing his mask, but the shape of the body, and the patch over the right eye, was a dead giveaway.
"Armor King," the demon whispered softly, from his position in the shadows.
The other immediately turned towards him. "What? Who? How do you know who I am?" he spat out nervously, trying to focus on the stranger but not quite being able to see who he was speaking to.
"Let's just say," Devil smiled, "I am a friend."
"What?"
"You wish to have revenge for that eye, do you not?"
Armor King could merely nod.
"The one known as King has always been able to beat you in the past. You know he is a better fighter than you."
"Have you come here to insult me?" The wrestler was quickly turning angry.
Devil smiled again. This would probably be even easier than he had expected. "It is the truth, and you know it. I, however, can give you the edge you need. Do you accept my help?"
"How?" Though he realised that it was indeed as the other said, he did not really trust the stranger yet.
"You will see ... if you accept. Do you?"
It felt wrong, but King's old enemy could not let a chance like this go away. "I do."
Devil's smile widened. He opened his mouth, and laughed, an insane, devilish laugh. He placed his hand on the other's shoulder, and suddenly, the Mexican screamed with pain. They were both slowly engulfed in a sphere of red light.
Only a few seconds passed, and then, with a flash, the ball of light was gone. In the alley stood only Armor King, now fully armoured. The single eye of his catlike mask was glowing red.
"Now, King," he whispered, "you die."
***
Jun Kazama was in the garden outside her house, practicing, when she thought she saw something move in the nearby bushes. She approached carefully, not knowing what to expect, but was relieved when she spotted the cause of her worry - a kangaroo.
"Alex? What are YOU doing here?" she said, scratching the animal between it's ears. In response, Alex just let out a sound which seemed to indicate happiness, and lowered his head, obviously wanting her to keep scratching it.
Jun smiled and did so, though still surprised.
***
King was unable to get a plane leaving during day-time, and thus, it was already dark when he left the orphanage, where, as he so often did, he had spent the day playing with the children.
Immediately, he felt that something was wrong. He was not alone.
He didn't have to wonder long - Armor King stepped out of the shadows, his eye still glowing.
"You!" Though surprised at first, King quickly assumed a fighting stance. His opponent, not in the mood to talk, immediately threw a punch, which King barely caught.
In response, he tried a quick kick towards the armoured one's legs, but the other sidestepped, and connected a quick fist to the stomach. As his opponent staggered slightly from the punch, Armor King was able to grab him and throw him into a nearby wall.
"He's never been this fast before!" King thought to himself as he sailed through the air.
He returned to a standing position quickly, and threw himself at the other, but the armoured one ducked, and when King rolled back to his feet, his opponent was there with a fierce round-house which sent him flying backwards.
It didn't take the wrestler long to regain his balance, but his opponent was faster still. A massive uppercut hit King's jaw, sending him to the realm of unconciousness.
From the door of the orphanage, a boy was watching the fight wide-eyed, as Armor King stepped up to the body of his defeated arch-rival, took hold on both sides of the neck, and, in a single motion, ripped the head straight off.
He laughed insanely, holding the still lion-masked head up for the world to see.
Suddenly, he staggered. Lightning pulsed through his body for a few moments, and then, with a flash, he was once again covered by a sphere of red light. When it disappeared, Devil was there.
It was the demon-like creature that carried on the insane laughter as he rose into the air and flew away, flapping his enourmous bat-like wings. Armor King just stood there, staring at the lifeless body and the head he was still holding. Dropping it, he sank to his knees, crying softly, slowly realising what he had just done.
***
When Angel came sailing slowly down from the sky, Jun was still practicing in her garden. At first, she was at a loss for words. The winged woman had appeared out of nowhere, totally unexpectedly. Finally, she managed to regain her composure.
"Who are you?"
The angelic being smiled, which somehow immediately made Jun very calm. She felt that this woman was her friend. "I am part of the man you love."
Again, Jun didn't know what to say. "Who?"
"Kazuya Mishima."
"No..." Jun stammered insecurely, "I hate him! He's evil!"
Again, Angel smiled warmly. "Do you really believe that yourself?"
The Japanese woman barely managed a weak nod. It was obvious she was not as certain as her words might indicate.
"You want him to return, don't you?"
"But that's impossible ... I saw him die! Have you come here just to tease me?" Though it was obvious the angelic woman had more sincere intentions, tears started forming in Jun's eyes.
"No, it's not." Angel took her hand comfortingly. "As I said, I am part of him. Half. The other half..."
She didn't need to explain who it was. Jun remembered the creature, the demon, from her dreams. She strengthened her grip of Angel's hand.
"Don't fear. I'm here to help you."
Jun nodded weakly.
"There's a ritual that can make us unite to Kazuya again. We must begin training now, or he may find us here before you are ready."
***
Jun was awakened by being shaken softly. "Huh?" she muttered sleepily.
"I have a bad feeling," Angel whispered. "We must leave!"
The Japanese woman immediately came wide awake.
***
As they hurriedly left the house, Jun and Angel did not notice that they were being watched. Though not as smart as a normal human, Alex' intellect surpassed that of an average kangaroo more than enough to realise something was wrong.
Very well. He was going to stay behind, and make sure that whomever it was that had scared them would not find out where they had gone, too.
He did not have to wait long. Only half an hour later, a purple spot appeared in the distant horizon, quickly growing, until it could easily be recognized as the demonic being known as Devil.
It landed near the house.
"So," Devil snorted, "they have left already? Doesn't matter. I will find her easily." Laughing hoarsely, he folded his wings and began walking towards the front door.
Alex emerged from within, blocking the door and assuming a combat stance.
The demonic creature looked at the him condescendingly. "So, little one, you're going to stop me?"
The kangaroo let out a defiant cry, indicating with his glove-clad paws that such was indeed his intention.
"Hmph." Devil snorted, hunched over a little, then rose to his full height, flexing his muscles and concentrating his gaze on his opponent. From his eyes sprang beams of blue light.
What Devil didn't realize was that Alex had seen him fight before, and was expecting this. The kangaroo did a somersault towards the demon, rolling below the beam and sweeping the purple one's legs. This disturbed his balance somewhat, but though he was surprised, it was not enough to make Devil fall.
As his concentration was broken, he almost immediately threw a heavy punch to the chest of his smaller opponent, sending him flying into the door he came from, breaking it into shards of wood, and landing on the floor within.
Quickly, he followed, intending to deliver the killing blow. Alex, however, was not fully as weak as Devil thought. The kangaroo had got to his feet immediately upon landing, and the demonic creature ran straight into an impressive haymaker, which sent him flying back out again.
Not intending to do the same mistake as his opponent, Alex procedeed carefully towards him, which prove to be even more fatal, as it gave the other time for a new beam. Rising into the air, Devil sent the blue flashes of energy towards the kangaroo as he emerged from the door, pinning him to the ground.
Landing, the demonic being stepped up to his opponent, who was still writhing in pain, took hold of his neck, and raised him into the air. He kicked his head twice, lifted him even further using both arms, and finally threw him onto his knee. The crack when the kangaroo's back broke was loud enough to be heard a mile away.
***
A brief search gave no indication of where the owner of the house had gone, though the broken door indicated that they had been in quite a hurry - or someone else had been there afterwards.
"Damn," Yoshimitsu swore. "We are too late. They have already left."
"We lose?" Jack-2 enquired in his mechanical voice.
"Hrmph." Yoshimitsu almost seemed deeply insulted. "Of course we don't. I am a ninja, after all - I happen to possess some skills in tracking."
***
Jun and Angel were in the final stage of the ritual. By now, the hotel room they had rented stank heavily of incense, and they were both chanting in low voices.
Suddenly, the locked door burst inwards, torn apart at the hinges. Devil entered, a menacing grin on his face.
They had expected this, however, and he was too late.
Angel and Devil both started glowing softly, she white, he purple. The angelic woman reached out towards the demonic being with her hand. He tried to back off, but not in time. When she touched him, it was as if their bodies disappeared, leaving behind only two vaguely humanoid forms of white and purple light.
Slowly, the two light-shapes started melting together. Where they met, the light not only changed color but also increased in intensity, until it was just one small orb, shining incredibly bright.
Bolts of lightning shot from the sphere all over the room. Some of them hit Jun, and she shook with pain, but managed to keep up the chanting, her voice becoming more and more desperate.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sphere of light floated out into a human shape - one which Jun could recognize as that of Kazuya Mishima. As she spoke the last words of the ritual, with a flash, it turned solid, and he stood there.
Tears of joy streaming from her eyes, she fell exhaustedly into his waiting arms.
***
It was early morning when Kazuya left the hotel, dressed in his usual purple suit. Outside, Jack-2 and Yoshimitsu were waiting for that.
"So, Kazuya, where do you think you are going? Eager to start your business again?" Yoshimitsu smiled grimly.
"Get out of my way."
"No." Jack-2's metallic face was blank as he folded his arms.
"I could say I am sorry I have to do it," the samurai-clad ninja said, "but it would be a lie. This time, Kazuya, you will die, once and for all."
Shrugging, Kazuya adopted a combat stance. "If you want a fight, you'll get one."
The other two also readied themselves for fighting, and immediately, Yoshimitsu lashed out with his katana. Kazuya managed to block the strike with his left arm, however, and punched the ninja's stomach with the other.
Meanwhile, the cyborg approached Kazuya's back, but was greeted with a kick to the groin. Unlike most, however, that location was not particularly sensitive, and he grabbed the other's suit, lifted him into the air, and sent him flying backwards with a punch in the face which would have killed any normal human.
Though he survived it, he was not unaffected, and when Kazuya rose heavily, his nose was bleeding, and he spat out a stream of blood. He might be one of the best, but even he was not able to take on two fighters this good alone for very long. Just as he got Jack-2 off his feet with a foot-sweep, he felt something sharp pierce through his back.
Yoshimitsu pushed the blade heavily through Kazuya's chest, penetrating his ribs and entering the heart.
Just as Kazuya coughed up a final lump of blood and sank to the ground, Jun came running out of the hotel, crying in vain.
"Noooooooooooooo!"
None of them were ready for what happened next, and could only stare wide-eyed as the body shivered and convulsed, and then began twisting. The limbs grew monstrously, breaking the suit, and the skin turned a sickly purple shade. Wings emerged from the back.
Only seconds later, Devil stood before them again.
"Fools!" he snickered. "Now that the pathethic so-called light half is gone, I have the full power of he who was once Kazuya Mishima."
It was Yoshimitsu who first managed to come to his senses. "Monster! I can not allow you to exist!"
The demonic creature just laughed. "Give me your best shot."
Yoshimitsu did not respond, but instead launched himself towards Devil, sword held high. He never got a chance to slash, however, as the being jumped high into the air, keeping itself there by gently flapping it's wings.
The world seemed to hold it's breath for a few moments, while the demonic creature just hung there, then with a roar it threw itself in a kick, not towards the samurai-clad ninja, but towards Jack-2, who didn't have time to react before he could feel the large, clawed foot crush into his breast-plates, denting them slightly.
Not giving the slow cyborg a chance to react, Devil looked directly into his eyes and let out a short burst of energy, which made his entire head shake with lightning and shortcircuits, before he sank to the ground, the spark totally gone from his eyes.
Yoshimitsu ran towards his fallen comrade, but the demonic creature was ready for him and struck out with a fist, knocking the other backwards, but not before he could strike with his blade, risping a shallow wound on the demonic chest which made Devil cry out in pain as green blood slowly oozed out.
His eyes glowing red with fury, he threw another punch towards the ninja, this one hitting his head heavily and sending him unconscious to the ground.
With both his opponents down, Devil turned towards Jun, who could only watch, paralyzed with fear for the one she now saw before her. "Finally ... you will be mine!"
"No, she won't." The demonic creature turned towards the new voice to see Heihachi entering the scene, now in his combat clothing. "I've been following you for quite some time. It was nice of you to get rid of that irritating wrestler, but I won't allow you to violate this woman."
"I'm not your son, old man."
"All the better."
Devil laughed. "My might far surpasses yours."
"We will see. I am not King of the Iron Fist without reason."
They both readied themselves for the fight that was about to ensue, eyes locked on each other, both fully aware that this would be it. The final fight, which one of them would come out of alive, and one wouldn't. The demonic creature was fully certain he would be the survivor. Heihachi was not as sure, and he knew that gave him just the advantage he needed.
Simultaneously, they both jumped towards each other, intending to get the other with a flying kick. Neither hit, and they landed again, having switched position.
As Devil raised his head for a power beam, Heihachi ran forward, threw himself towards his opponent, and managed to knock the demonic creature to the ground before he was hit by the blast.
Throwing the other off with a punch, Devil rose to his feet again, and swept Heihachi off-balance with a quick foot-sweep, but the punch intended to follow up was not quick enough, as the old man blocked it and managed to connect a kick to the demonic belly.
Stunning him with a quick blow the head, Devil grabbed his opponent in a fierce hug, but though he could barely breathe, Heihachi was not stopped so easily. Indeed, this was just what he had wanted as he managed to get his right arm loose, raising the fist high into the air where it sparkled with energy, before he unleashed the tremendous blow, striking the demonic being's head and almost knocking it off it's shoulders.
Devil fell to the ground, rapidly losing his consciousness, but the old man wasn't going to stop. He took hold of Yoshimitsu's nearby lying katana, put the tip to Devil's forehead, and pushed it in.
The demonic body seemed to writhe in pain, then began to glow softly from with for a few seconds, before flames burst out. After a few minutes of intense burning, only ashes remained.
***
Once again, Heihachi stood atop the volcano. Now the mistake he had made when he put his son to the world had been irrevocably corrected. He could once again set his mind to more important tasks.
***
Crying softly to herself, Jun finally managed to fall asleep. Kazuya was dead again, and this time, he could not be brought back to life.
She was not aware that inside her, something was already growing.