Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Even The Devil Cries ❯ Epilogue

Epilogue:

12 years later...

"You found the body charred in a volcano. What use is it to us now?"

"It's remarkable. This human has wings attached to their back?"

"What are you saying? It's an angel?"

"No! More like a…a demon."

"We are scientists, gentlemen. Why don't we give the corpse to a preacher and let him spread the word of Heaven and Hell!"

"That body has been down there for 18 years! He's still preserved. There's a…a…stirring in the body, a…heat still locked inside him."

"You have still failed to grab my attention. What use do we have for this cadaver?"

"Some of the geologists…their machines picked up a strange presence somewhere inside the volcano. Upon inspection, we found the body. We did preliminary tests and found he'd been down there for, as we've said, 18 years."

"And?"

"Sir, believe me, I was skeptical too, but his skin tissue and muscle tissue are still alive. Even his nerves react. Those wings were torn through his back, as if something wanted to get out of there, probably to escape the volcano, but couldn't. It's a universal one of a kind find."

"Based on the fact that the man has wings and is not some skeleton?"

"Sir? What my colleague is telling you isn't important. There is something unusual about this man. His body is still preserved. His DNA…there seems to be a gene not found in any other human. Something different, and I get the strange feeling that it's sinister. This is truly a remarkable find…

"Bah! You've wasted enough of my time. Dispose of the body and get back to work."

"Sir! You fail to understand! This man is unique. No other person in the world has this strange gene inside them. We can use our technology; restore him, and then experiment. The discoveries we could make are endless. You'd be famous, sir, for heading up this faction. Papers, television, Nobel Peace Prize, everything sir, only if we give it a chance."

"Samson! You're a lousy brown nose, but I get the point. Damn human greed. Fine! I'll talk to the board. Round up your men and began the preparations. I hope you can stomach it, man. Bringing the dead to life isn't always pretty."

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Six Months Later:

The sound of a heart monitor echoed throughout the sterile room. The room was cold and had a metallic feel. Empty. It had a pungent smell that left a disgusting after taste in the back of his mouth. He could feel the path of wires that encircled his body, the stinging sensation the IV needles, and the sticky feel from patches that seemed to be everywhere on his body.

His memories were as blank as the room. He couldn't remember much of anything. All he saw were ghostly images and walls of white or black. What was going on? The sound of footsteps broke him from his state of despair as he struggled to escape the emptiness. Why couldn't he see who was approaching him. He held his breath for a moment, just listening.

"I'm glad to see you're awake. Please, open your eyes."

He didn't recognize the voice. It sounded old and hostile. This man wasn't so much a doctor, not with all the wires and machines he heard. This man could be nothing more than a scientist, making him nothing more than a guinea pig. The idea angered him and he quickly opened his eyes. He needed to set eyes on his captor.

Onyx eyes met cloudy gray ones. Both looked silently at one another, each inspecting the other for some telltale sign of hostility. The scientist relaxed a few moments more, but he remained tense, still unsure of his surroundings.

"You are in the G-Corporation Medical Facility Compound. You have been here for six months now, and this is the first time you've awoken. I'm very pleased."

Silence.

"Do you remember anything?"

He shook his head.

"Well, let me explain to you some things. You were thrown into a volcano 18 years ago. Some of our scientists found your body those six months ago. For that past time, we have done countless experiments and trials on you. As you can see, we successfully resurrected you."

He sucked in a deep breath. "Almost a pity. The one who takes the power of life and death from God is certainly punished to the constant damnation of Hell," the doctor laughed.

"You are a remarkable man. Your genetic make-up is beautifully altered. Do you remember anything about that?"

More silence.

"I see. You're memories will come back to you soon enough, though I don't know how you will react to them. Once they return and you see the massive research and information we've discovered about you and your gene, I think you will be wanting to help us, as we can help you," the doctor grinned.

Silence.

"Okay. Any questions that can be answered in less than five words?" he asked.

"Yes," the man whispered, his voice hoarse. "What's my name?"

The man giggled. "Kazuya Mishima."

He walked a few feet before turning back.

"Welcome to the land of the living."