'COLD BLOOD' WRITTEN BY NEE....a.k.a. KUNG FU KID

Chapter one: Resurrection

Pain. Punch after punch. Each strike carrying him that little bit closer to final judgement. Kazuya Mishima could fight no longer. Every ounce of his strength and energy lost with each breath he drew.
‘No!’ it couldn’t end this way! All he had worked for, sacrificed and all the pain he had suffered…..and for what??? He had been a merciless adversary to any who had opposed him. Kazuya had soared above all. But now as the last strike fell, Kazuya no longer soared. Not as victor and not through the skies.

Not a sound escaped his mouth and nor did his eyes shift as his body fell, fell and rushed to meet the blazing inferno his father’s hands had banished him to. The monotonous pattern of dimly lit rocks swept past him in a blur. What little he had seen was now gone as he finally hit the scorching mass.

All was dark.

All was silent.

Cold. The new feeling flowed slowly through his body like a reviving energy. It felt surprisingly good compared to the fires that had scarred his worn body. Slowly the cold feeling travelled to his fingers. They hurt, throbbing pain that slowly became agony as the feeling extended to his arms and torso… His flesh felt, new.
The flow of energy reached his head and Kazuya began to see a dim light through his eyelids. But he was still too weak to lift his heavy lids.
Questions filled his mind.
Where am I? What’s happening to me? Who am I? When the energy reached his mind it all came back to him. Meeting the bottom of a cliff, making his pact with the devil, throwing his father off the same cliff, falling into a volcano. And with each memory was the face of his father. Scolding him, taunting him with every move.

Kazuya’s eyes flew open in rage. His eyes were greeted with bright blurry images. Which made him squint, though it didn’t help stop whatever was in the atmosphere from stinging his eyes. Water…. There was water everywhere. It explained why he felt cold. The ability to move restored, a hand flew to his mouth, which had on it some sort of breathing device. The blurry images began to move. Impulsively he thrust his hands towards them. But his fingers hit something hard…. glass. The more pressure he applied to the glass the more his fingers throbbed. Feeling around it he realised what it was. He was imprisoned in a tank. Anger shot through his thoughts and Kazuya forgot his position and concentrated what new energy he was slowly gaining on breaking this glass barrier. At first his attempts seemed useless, but remembering his father’s hateful existence and remembering his promise to himself that he would survive to gain vengeance. It gave him inhuman strength, or rather returned his inhuman strength. The glass shattered and his body was thrown out along with the water that filled the tank. His body crashed onto the shattered glass cutting, stabbing and scratching his naked body. He felt every scratch but with extra pain to his flesh.

When the glass shattered it seemed to do the same to Kazuya’s mind. Every one of his senses tuned to the highest frequency. The light was too bright for his eyes to handle. What had been muffled echoes before were now sharp stinging sounds. For a slight second his vision cleared and he saw people. Lots of them dressed in white lab coats bustling around. Some came towards him and helped him up. He couldn’t lift a hand up against them, nor did he see any reason to, apart from his own pride. They seemed like they were trying to help him. The images faded and he slipped into unconsciousness hearing many words yet understanding few….

“don’t worry Mr Mishima…it’ll be alright……..”
“Yamanaka-san, get the life support system running again……”
“amazing….he’s alive….”
“devil genome……spliced…….DNA…..”