Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ The Untold Tekken Story 1: Gifts Of Death ❯ Anger Of Beast Vs. Silent Darkness ( Chapter 18 )

Chapter 18: Anger Of Beast Vs. Silent Darkness   Next Day (Through The Eyes Of King)            &nbs p;  ‘So I will have to fight Peter, my new step-son. I do not want to do this, but Ogre cannot live on. I MUST get revenge on him! He’s killed too many innocents to deserve life.’ Just as I think these thoughts, Peter walks into the gym training area with Armor King. I look and return Peter’s smile. Suddenly, he turns around and tries to walk away. Armor King pulls his wrist.             & nbsp; “Armor! Let go, you can say it for me.” Peter pleaded as Armor King threw him over his shoulder. “No, that is your job. You should tell him yourself. And here you go.” He said as he dropped Peter to his feet. Peter grunted and turned to me “Hi.” He said.             &n bsp; “I’ll leave you two alone now.” Armor King said as he left the nearly empty room. All was quiet for a good half a minute. “So…what did you want to tell me?” I asked.             & nbsp; “Okay, um…what I wanted to say was well…uh…okay look. I just wanted to tell you that no matter who wins, I don’t want it to affect our friendship alright?” He held his hand out to mine. I took his hand firmly and shook it.             &nbs p; “No matter what, you’ll still be my son.” I said. Peter looked down, uh-oh         I was too forward. “And my best friend.” He looked up and smiled.                “Well, I’m gonna meet up with Armor again. He wants to spar with me for awhile. I’ll see you later.” He said as he jogged off to go find Armor King. Peter. What will happen?   An Hour Later…           &nb sp;   I am walking thru the hotel when I spot Peter in the enormous library. He was sitting down with Armor King as he flipped thru a thick book. I decided to walk over once I saw Armor King walk away with a few books tucked under his arm. Once he was gone, Peter slumped his arms across the table, groaning loudly. After reaching him, I looked over his shoulder and saw a chemistry test with a horrible score of 29%!             &nb sp; “Whoa!” I yelled, causing Peter to pick his head up off the table in surprise. He looked at me, then to the chemistry test. Again, his head collapsed onto the table.             & nbsp; “King, it’s hopeless! I just don’t understand chemistry at all!” I put a hand on his shoulder saying “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get it. Are you studying for another test or something?” Peter picked up his head and looked down one of the many aisles. Armor King was picking out books of all sizes.             & nbsp; “Armor’s been helping me study. My teachers have been sending me lessons and tests since I’m not there. I can’t forget about school, even though I’m halfway across the world!” I laughed at his plight. He was so busy fighting, that he had no time to study. Armor King came over and sat down.             &n bsp; “I hope that you are not hindering Peter’s studies King. He really needs to do well on his next chemistry exam.” Peter looked at me as if he wanted me to save him. Armor King yawned.                “Hey Armor King, you look tired. How about I finish with Peter’s studies? Then you can go rest.” I said. Armor King thought about it for a second.                “Are you sure?” He said. I nodded and sat down, opening the closest chemistry text book in sight. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged.            &nbs p;  “Well, I guess you can take over from here. I’m going to go sleep. See you both soon.” Peter and I nodded him off.             &nb sp; “Okay, so I’ll be your teacher for now.” I said. “Good luck.” Peter taunted, snickering in the process. I sense that that was a double-edged sword remark, both of us were hit. It can’t be that hard. After a few minutes, I pointed my index finger to a bold printed word.             &n bsp; “Oh! I get it now! So the atomic radius is…right here?” Peter said. I nodded, causing him to shout with excitement. “See, it’s not that bad.” I told him. These humorous moments would not replace the tension that was building up inside of us, for tomorrow we would have to battle each other.   Next Day…             ;   I stand behind a crowd of people as I approach the Royal Mishima Memorial Grounds. The cemetery was humongous. I made my way thru all of the people. I looked in between the tall black bars of the graveyard’s gate. Inside, Peter was walking around silently, looking at each tombstone he passed. He looked emotionless as his trancy glare made it’s way up to the cloudy heavens, the sky gray with despair. I watched as he fell to his knees, laying his elbows over the closest tombstone as he sobbed softly.                I know exactly how he’s feeling. This is a serious matter. This fight will determine who’s goals will be met. The audience quieted down upon seeing Peter’s depressed mood. I cracked my knuckles, trying to push my conscience aside. Just then, a ray of sunlight reflected off one of the black spikes of the gate, and buried itself into my eye. I squinted as I opened the gate, unable to fully see.             &nb sp; The light left my eye and darted across the floor, stopping on the fierce young opponent of mine. Peter was standing up, looking deadly. He wore a yellow sweatshirt with a hood, white designs traveling down the stomach and chest. He wore a pair of matching yellow cut off gloves which rested on the pockets of dark blue jeans. I walked over to him. I was wearing my yellow boots with purple tights, no shirt as I adjusted my glove and arm bands. Upon looking down, I noticed that Peter was still wearing that silver combination lock.             &n bsp; The referee came up to us and began to explain the rules. “Okay, so remember that when either of the combatants-“           & nbsp;   “We know the rules.” Peter interrupted. The referee nodded and wished us the best of luck. The sunlight disappeared behind a barrage of dark gray clouds. The both of us dropped into our stances as the various crew members ran around the cemetery slamming the black prison-like gates shut. Of course, they closed them once they got on the outside. For some reason, they didn’t want to be anywhere near.             &n bsp; “Don’t hold back.” Peter said. The announcer yelled into the microphone.            &n bsp;  “King vs. Peter Colón! Ready?!” Peter closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. “Fight!!” His eyes snapped open and he slammed his fists into the side of my head. He caught me off guard, but it wouldn’t happen again. I retaliated with my Disgraceful Kick. It landed into his gut, causing him to get knocked off his feet and fly backwards. Once he landed on his back, he immediately rolled forward to my legs and began to spin and slide as he kicked my knees and shins. I tensed my leg muscles up as he did this.             &n bsp; I reached down and picked him up by his left leg. As I lifted him into the air, Peter placed his palms on the ground and snatched my head in between his feet. I grabbed at his legs, but it was too late. He pulled on my head and threw me right over him with his strong legs. I landed on my back and looked up as I observed Peter attempt to Cartwheel Kick me. I quickly spun around and kicked his hands, causing him to fall and land on his left shoulder. He hit the floor hard and cried out in pain. However, he quickly jumped to his feet.             &n bsp; He paced around me as he gripped his left shoulder. I swung my arm around once he was standing behind me. My Jaguar Lariat came quick. Swiftly, Peter put both his arms up before his face to block the blow. Although he blocked my attack, he was repelled off of his feet again and he flew at least five feet away. He groaned and rolled out of the way of my falling elbow attack. I laid on my back and watched as Peter stood up and stepped my way. I jumped to my feet and jabbed at his face. Peter caught my hand and pulled on it. I found myself in a whirl to the ground, seeing as how Peter had quickly tripped me. Peter jumped on top of me, made his right hand into a dagger and stabbed my side. He hit a pressure point and I found myself having difficulty moving.                Peter wrapped his left hand tightly around my throat and I thought that I was done. Peter raised a fist up into the air and prepared to strike my face. I wasn’t fully recovered from the last blow, as I stared into Peter’s eyes. He hesitated quite a bit. His eyes became watery as he gritted his teeth. His fist shook around in despair. “I..can’t!” He yelled, almost giving way to tears.             & nbsp; He yelled “I have to win!!” With that, he launched his fist towards my face with an ear piercing battle cry. His fist stopped just a few centimeters away from my face. Peter screamed and jumped off of me. I was in complete shock. I rolled to my feet and grabbed hold of him from underneath his armpits. He struggled, but couldn’t escape my hold. From there, I picked him up and fell to my back. Peter came down hard and hit his back against the ground. I rolled away as Peter groaned.              ;  Peter recovered and rolled towards me. He grabbed my legs in between his and rolled over onto his stomach, forcing me to fall to my knees. He then jumped on my back and wrapped his right arm around my head. In anger, I arched my back and pulled him over me. Once he was on his back, I held him down and grabbed his throat in between my sharp teeth. I was just doing this to scare him. Hopefully, he’d forfeit. I could smell Peter’s fear, his breaths becoming heavier. I couldn’t take the sight of him afraid of me, so I loosened my jaw and rolled away.             &n bsp; Peter grabbed his neck as he stood up. His face was pale but he quickly regained his composure. I was forced to dodge a high spinning roundhouse kick. I didn’t expect another kick to follow. The kick hit my side and I became angrier.              ;  From there, I grabbed him by his waist and violently threw him down on his backside. He yelled and laid on his side. I tried to do my Moonsault Body Press move. I turned around and did an incomplete back flip. Peter rolled out from underneath me and had a surprise waiting for me. He had his foot waiting as I landed on my stomach. His sneaker landed just below my chest and forced me to lose my breath.                Peter pulled his foot from underneath me. He then did a sweep kick with hit my elbow. I needed to end this now. Everybody knew that I had the upper hand in this fight. I was taller and much stronger. I grabbed his hair as he tried to get up. I pulled him close to me and whispered into his ear “Peter, I am really sorry about this…please forgive me…”           &nb sp;   I let go of him and stood a few steps back once I jumped to my feet. He rose slowly, pain beginning to get the best of him. He still wasn’t facing me once I began to run towards him. I jumped up in the air sideways just when Peter turned around. He put his hands up to block it. I spun around in a full 360 just before I planted my feet into Peter’s forearms.            &nbs p;  In slow motion, I watched as Peter flew backwards into a nearby tombstone, shattering it to pieces. I landed on my back as Peter yelled out in pain, his cry sending shivers down my spine. Peter was finished. The announcer yelled over the speaker system “K.O.! King wins!!” The crowd of people cheered, but I didn’t feel proud. Suddenly, a rain drop landed on my cheek, then a few more fell. I stood up, everybody else’s voices just becoming blurs to me.             &nbs p; I walked over to Peter and looked down at him. I knelt down and carefully picked up his bruised and beaten form. As I stood up, I noticed a tear run down his cheek; maybe it was just a rain drop. I walked towards the black gates. The staff members opened up the gates and I noticed the paramedics running over with a stretcher. Walking past all of the cheering fans, I placed Peter in the stretcher. The paramedics strapped him in and told me “Don’t worry Mr. King, he’ll be okay.” I couldn’t even respond. They hurried him into an ambulance and started to put an oxygen mask on him. I watched as the ambulance drove off towards the hotel’s infirmary wing. I stood alone in the rain. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Armor King.             &n bsp; “King don’t worry, he’s strong. You did what you had to. I’m going to go see him. If you like, you can come along.” I nodded, but all I could say was “I’m sorry.”