TEKKEN 8

Chapter XII: Red Eye [Part I]

A man collided into an advanced G Corp plasma screen monitor after he had been given a relentless kick by his unsurprisingly ruthless client. Shards of glass pierced into his back as the broken monitor's screen flickered behind him.

"S-Sir." The man winced at the fresh cut that ran down his face. He did not dare to look up at the scowl his boss eyed him with. He stayed on the ground, doing his best to disregard his client's heated glare, which burned like a thousand suns, by staring at the other man's footwear.

"Hmph. What a poor excuse for an assassin." His task was to attend little Miss Rochefort's birthday celebration as well and eliminate Jin Kazama. To assure the job was done, the employer attached a camera on his assassin to observe his movements. What he saw did not please him in the slightest.

"I permitted you to operate a dozen of my soldiers, and you still managed to fail me, Hitman." The man taunted as he brought down his foot onto the assassin's head, crushing the glass further into his wounded cheek, causing the man to scream in pain. "I'm sorry, sir." Hitman whimpered, his vision blurring from all the injuries he had obtained.

"You sure are weak for someone who takes people's lives on a regular basis." The G Corp owner picked the man up by his neck, holding him at eye level. Hitman choked, unable to take his eye off the red eye that reflected his terrified image.

"You had one job," he dragged the gunman over to his desk's computer, "and that was to assassinate my piece of shit son. What is this?"

The leader of G Corp, Kazuya Mishima, pressed a button on the keyboard, which then played a small clip of the footage from the spy camera. From Hitman's perspective, they saw him proceed to aim and shoot at Lili Rochefort, who stood in front of the correct target. "I never said to shoot the blonde brat."

Hitman gasped for air when Kazuya loosened his grip around his neck, giving him an opportunity to explain himself. "I-I thought she was intimate with him." His excuse made the Mishima snort.

"Spare me your stupidity, Hitman. Like he would be the one to be concerned about trivial romantic relationships." The red eyed man turned the assassin's glass filled cheek to him, smirking at a sudden idea that appeared in his mind.

The sperm donor of Jin Kazama pinched the tip of a large glass particle and pulled on it, provoking a reaction from the suffering man. "Ahhhhhhh!" He squirmed, only making the pain worse for him. Blood spilled from the cut as the G Corp leader ripped the glass from inside his cheek, stringy flesh roped around the glass and hanging off his face. He cried, the wound opening wider than he thought was imaginable.

"If I had an interest of destroying a remotely potential love interest of his, I would've sent you after his little secretary." Kazuya flicked the glass away with two fingers, then gave the teary-eyed assassin a final look. He grabbed his head and rammed it onto the desk, sending him into unconsciousness upon impact.

"It was foolish of me to believe a mere mortal hiding behind a gun could possibly rid of one who bears the Devil Gene." The boss left his body to slide off the desk and drop to the ground with an unceremonious thud.

"When you wake up, clean up your blood and get your worthless ass out of G Corp." He ordered, not sparing him a second glance.

"Or..." Yet another sadistic idea came to him.

Hitman's body was dragged across the distance of the floor, then hauled to the roof of G Corp, smeared blood and questionable looks trailing behind them.