Chapter 8 – Dirty Blood

For a moment, Jin did nothing. He wanted to bolt. He wanted to run fast and furiously, to rush in madly. But he knew better. He nodded obediently again to his grandfather and walked up at a steady pace, all the while feeling and hearing his heart pounding more and more loudly with each step. Each step felt more heavy than the one before it. His chest felt ready to burst, but still he went on at his careful pace. He could hear the soft footsteps of the others behind him.

Eventually, the group reached the top and saw the path of pillars into a darkened area. “Wait here,” he heard Heihachi tell the soldiers behind him. Onward, Jin and Heihachi went, deeper into the darkness until they came upon a fallen Ogre. Jin’s face twisted into confused anger, and just as he looked back at his grandfather, a blur passed him and grabbed Heihachi by the neck.

Ogre had risen. Before Jin could take any action, a flash of white light blinded him. When the light had passed, Jin gazed upon something no longer humanoid…Ogre’s true form…a beastly monster with brown fur, large bat-like wings, a tail, two horns, and a snake for its right arm. It roared, and then fire shot forth from its mouth. Jin immediately rolled out of harm’s way. He quickly glanced to Heihachi whose body lay motionless on the ground.

“Grandfather!” he called out frantically and then glanced back at True Ogre. Panic gripped him. He gritted his teeth, and, enraged at the idea of losing his family to this monster again, he quickly attacked the beast. He launched Ogre into the air and followed with a string of attacks before Ogre could reach the ground. On and on, Jin charged at it with fury and forceful power in every one of his movements, his newfound strength from his grandfather’s training helping every step of the way..

The monster refused to go down easily. True Ogre flapped its wings to raise itself and again, shot fire out of its mouth. Jin moved himself from harm’s way and then noticed Heihachi’s body was gone. He was still alive. Taking only a second to soak in the relief, Jin turned his attention back to Ogre.

Their battle raged on intensely…ruthlessly.

Images of Jin’s mother flooded his mind. A crystal clear, sweet smile of hers encouraged him onward. “Do your best,” he could hear Jun say, as she always did when he was a boy. This monster took her away. Jin had to avenge her. He had to do this for her and so that no one else would ever suffer her fate from this horrible thing. He had no room for doubt or hesitance. There was only him, Jin Kazama, and his goal, his mission…

Finally, Jin defeated his sworn enemy.

True Ogre’s body lay limp on the ground for a moment, a fallen creature. But only for a moment. Suddenly, the body appeared to melt. Jin shielded his eyes with his arms as numerous balls of light shot forth from the melted entity and out of the temple.

Although his revenge had been fulfilled, Jin was immediately met by the sight of the Tekken Force soldiers…aiming and firing their guns at him!

He fell backwards to the ground, shot and injured. In absolute horror, he reached out his hand, hoping to call out for help…only to be further horrified.

The man he had trusted his life to the past four years, his newfound family, the one who had taught him so much, was now holding a gun and aiming squarely at Jin, alongside the soldiers. With an unflinching face, Heihachi pulled the trigger and fired the final shot straight into Jin’s head. Jin’s back hit the ground again, and his body lay motionless.

A deep darkness engulfed him as he felt death’s cold grip upon him…

The smoke from the bullet cleared, and Heihachi brought his gun down.

Then…a gaining rage…burned all over…

The soldiers to walked forward towards Jin’s still motionless body. Heihachi turned and started to walk away from the scene; his work was done.

Traitor…the forceful wicked heat began to replace death’s grip, breathing new life into Jin. It filled Jin’s veins with hate…and malice…awakening the Devil in his blood.

The three soldiers looked over him. Their first sign for alarm, although they did not have enough time to react, was that there were no evident bullet wounds on the body despite them all knowing that a number of bullets had definitely struck Jin.

Jin’s body had healed itself quickly with the rising dark power Devil granted to him for revenge upon such treachery as what these men had done.

The changed Jin was too fast for them. He threw two of them forcefully into different pillars. For the third, remaining soldier, he threw the man in Heihachi’s direction. The upside down body hit the wall hard and fell motionless to the ground.

Heihachi, though concerned for the soldier’s life, suspected his greater fear coming true. He could feel two evil glowing red eyes upon him, as he started to peer back in Jin’s direction.

The purple aura that Heihachi had only briefly glimpsed three times in the past year now intensely surrounded Jin’s body. The young man’s fingernails had formed into small claws, and he hunched over for a moment. He opened his eyes to reveal a concentrated malevolence directed at the old man. There wasn’t enough time for Heihachi to also see that a third eye had appeared in the middle of Jin’s forehead surrounded by black markings. The creature said nothing in that moment; he only roared as he attacked between his broken thoughts of rage and destruction and power.

Devil Jin grabbed Heihachi by the head and smashed them both through the temple’s brick wall. Jin curled himself up by bending both his arms and knees. His hands clutched at his face.

Then he spread out his arms and legs as two massive black-feathered wings sprouted form his back. The wings spread wide and Jin stiffened as his entire body was held in mid-air momentarily. He dived onto Heihachi’s body, crashing into the ground. He used the old man as a springboard to fly up into the night sky, flapping his huge wings firmly once before gliding along the night air. Heihachi had managed to survive the fall and sat up, gazing in subdued awe at the silhouette of the newborn devil, a child of darkness, against the giant full moon.