Far into the sunset he could see it. There it was, growing into some sort of vicious typhoon. What was it? He was stranded there, he had no choice but to engage in this fearful surrounding. He walked towards it in a trans like state, something pulled him towards the red storm. He felt powerless, almost possessed. He moved closer and closer. He felt something on his arm, a pain, he had never felt anything like it before. He looked down at his arm, what he saw made him want to scream, but he couldn’t, it wouldn’t allow him to. His skin was been blown of his body, his skeleton was in full view, his entire body began to suffer the same fate and then…
Tristone woke up in a state of panic. He had been having the same dream for the past month, each night he awoke in a sweat, confused and scared. At first he let it slide as just his over-active imagination playing tricks on him, but now it seemed just too strange to ignore. Was it a movie that had perhaps stuck in his head? It couldn’t be, this was far more frightening then any horror movie he had ever seen. He scanned his room, as he did every night after his nightmare, everything seemed to be normal. He went back to sleep, trying hard to keep those horrid images out of his mind.
There was nothing ordinary about Tristone. From his exceptionally out-standing looks, to his extraordinary intelligence, Tristone was a stone throw away from perfection. He was an only child and loved dearly by his parents. His parents, Sasuke and Jun Kazama ran a successful business ensuring that he was never short of anything. However they knew that there was something special about him. At the age of two he could play the piano, read, write and operate all the electronic devices. This was something his parents chose to keep secret. They grew him up as normally as they could.
At the age of nineteen he was captain of all the sports teams on campus, president of the university student body and the highest achieving student in the country. However his strength, good looks and intelligence did not make him conceited or rude. His personality was just as amazing, he was kind, considerate, loyal, respectful and responsible. Nothing you would expect from a teenager. He knew that his super intelligence was not to be discovered, he kept all his discoveries and inventions to himself and his parents. He was popular, however he did not have any friends but rather, as he called them, acquaintances. He felt that he had nothing in common with the rest of the people, if only he knew just how right he was.
Tristone had been keeping his strange dreams from his parents, they worried far to much about him. The more he tried to ignore the dreams, the more they seemed to haunt him. He would have to stay focused, it was just a dream, it meant nothing. After graduation, he would work at his parents company. He jumped into bed praying that he would have a peaceful sleep, for tomorrow was his graduation ceremony. It was 21:30, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He awoke at 1:30, something felt strange. He did not have his dream and if he did he could not remember. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He sat up in shock, “this is not my bed” he screamed. He looked around, it was the guest bedroom. “How did I get here?” He walked back to his room puzzled, he would tell his parents about his dream tomorrow after graduation.
The graduation ceremony was finally over. Tristone had found it hard to enjoy the ceremony, he was too preoccupied with his strange dream. His parents noticed how distant he was, but decided to rather let him be. At dinner Tristone played around with his food for a while before excusing himself. His concerned parents watched him climb up the stairs, his head bent low and shoulders slumped. “Do you think his sick Jin” asked his mum. “I don’t know dear, he looks rather concerned and his eyes are so dark” replied Sasuke. “Maybe I should go up and speak to him”. “Don’t, rather let him come to us”, he grabbed her hand and held it tight. Upstairs in his room, Tristone felt as if he was not alone, this feeling frightened him. “That’s it I have got to speak to mum and dad now.” He ran downstairs into the living room where his parents were watching television. “Mum, dad, I need to tell you something, I know its going to seem silly but I’m really scared.” His dad turned of the television and turned towards him, “we are listening son.”
“I have been having these strange nightmares, in-fact it’s the same dream every night for the past month. Its so scary. I don’t remember having the dream last night, but I woke up in the guest bedroom, I don’t remember going there.” “Son what have you been dreaming” asked his mum. “I’m in this strange place, like a jungle, far ahead theres a bright red storm almost like a tornado. It’s pulling me towards it, not physically but mentally. When I get close to it my skin starts peeling of my body, I feel the pain but I cant scream, and then I wake up. When I’m in my room I feel like I’m not alone, mum, dad, I’m really scared.” Sasuke hugs his son, it’s just a dream kid, sometimes these things happen to smart people, don’t let it scare you.” “Thanks dad” he walked up to his room, that was not the response he had expected.
Jun looked at Sasuke curiously. Although he had comforted Tristone, there was something strange in the way he had spoken. It seemed to her that he was avoiding any bigger discussion around the dream. “I’m just being silly” she thought to herself. She went upstairs, got into bed and began reading her novel. Downstairs Sasuke sat alone in the dark, pondering to himself about what he had just heard. “It cant be, its impossible.” He leaned back against the soft leather settee, closed his eyes and drifted of into some far away place. He found himself back in the year 1962. He was an eight year old boy, living in a tiny Tokyo village, working as a cattle herder in the afternoons. He was one of the fortunate young boys who were able to get an education. He worked hard and set his mind on pulling himself out of poverty.
At that young age he already had a business mind. He wrote down his ideas in a little book made out of papyrus. He hid it in between to pieces of bamboo sticks that made up part of the tiny shack he shared with his parents and little sister Xiayu. At the sight of her little face in his mind, Sasuke clenched his fists. His sister had died at the tender age of three. Not even his wife knew of her existence. He could remember every detail of that horrific day, even though he had not thought about it in over fifteen years. He was walking in the fields on a hot sunny afternoon. It was a quiet day. He sat down on a rock and stared far into the distance, this was his usual method of relaxation. He saw something peculiar, a tornado or something like it. It was not moving in the standard circular motion, but rather swirling around in the exact same spot. It seemed to be increasing its area, and even stranger was its bright red colour. Sasuke became afraid, but his amazement and curiosity compelled him to remain where he was. He looked around to see if anyone else was aware of this strange phenomenon, but there was no one else in sight. He remembered thinking to himself “of-course there isn’t anyone else here, im in the middle of the bush.” Suddenly he saw a boy, about the age of 20 walking towards it, he looked like a zombie. “How could that be, no one could see it from the village” he had thought to himself. He walked closer to see what was happening. The boys flesh began peeling of his body, yet he continued to move towards the storm. Sasuke could see something in his hand, a doll. He looked carefully, straining his eyes, it looked so familiar. It was his sisters! He sprinted towards his house not even stopping to look back and see what had become of the boy. He entered his house, it was quiet, it had an eerie feel to it. He looked into all the rooms, but found nothing. He heard a quiet snivel, to afraid to look himself, he ran to his parents. He told them that he could not find Xiayu but that he had heard a sound. They ran in to check, he would never forget the shrilling scream that came from his mother. Xiayu was dead, They had not allowed him to see the body, but he had overheard them talking about how gruesome she had looked. Unable to deal with the death of his sister he ran away, he grabbed his book from between the bamboo sticks and left, never to return. He stowed away on a ship to America. He was fortunate enough to meet a nun who took him in as her own. He got an excellent education, graduated from university and put into practice all the ideas that he had written in his little book.
Sasuke awoke from his reverie of his past. Switched the lights of and went to bed.
Many had tried to research the bizarre event that had occurred. Sasuke dedicated his years to finding out the truth, however he hit dead ends almost every single time. He eventually gave up, he decided to let it go, it was consuming him, he had a wife and a baby to devote his life to now. He locked up his research in a place out of mind.
In the deserted town of Wing-Shao, a land unknown to all but its few chosen residents, a secret was been shared. The year was 1727, in the temple of Maruko, a meeting was held between four strangers. Not strangers to each other, but strangers to the world. The largest of the four men, seemed to hold all the power, he took charge of the meeting. He spoke with authority, commanding the attention of his cohorts. They spoke in a language never to be known to any other person. The discussions were of a mysterious relic that would be found at the foot of a river. A beautiful Japanese Princess, Asuke, would find it. The princess would be found dead in her room within the palace shortly after. A fire burnt and the four man sat around it, images of the death of Asuke embellished within the flames, as if the story was been told through the fire. The flash of red light, the man in a trans, the fragments of skin flying into the air and the sudden explosion. “How can this happen?” hissed Togo, one of the four strangers. “Settle down Togo, we still do not know the full potential of the piece” explained the large man.
You see the four strangers together formed something powerful, but alone they were nothing. The leader was an over sized but friendly looking middle aged man, Kahn, he possessed the power of wisdom, he was calm and assertive. Togo was the good looking but temperamental one, he had a good heart but made terrible choices. Why was he part of the four then? He held the power of strength. At any sign of danger Togo was able to protect the four or any other who needed protection. The healer, Keiko, was young but powerful in his ability to cure any illness or wound. Finally the inventor, he was what modern day people called a nerd, he would invent things that assisted the four. Together they were The Protectors. They did not know how their powers came to be or how they had found themselves together. Kahn had dreamt of the relic shortly before Asuke could find it, he did not understand how, but he had a basic idea of what it was. They searched high and low for it but to no avail. They knew that they were the only ones who could save Asuke.
They followed Asuke to a remote part of a fishing community. It was here, in Kahns dream, that Asuke had found the relic. Just as he had anticipated, she found the relic and picked it up. A strange look came over her face, she walked back to the town and made her way back to the palace. Kahn had a notion to stay in the deserted area. A few hours later a red flash of light shot across the sky, and the winds became heavy. The atmosphere became dark and gloomy, and out of the red tornado, a handsome man emerged. He did not look Japanese or even Asian. He walked towards the palace with a blank expression on his face. The Protectors followed him, ready for anything. As they approached the palace entrance, they heard a shrilling scream. They ran into the room, the man looked as horrified as they were as they looked at Asukes mutilated body. In a second, the zombie phase had over came him again. As if responding to a call, he stood up and made his way to the strange storm. Kahn and the group chased behind him trying to draw him out of the trans like state. As he got closer to the storm, his skin began peeling off, unable to think of any other response, the men joined hands and followed behind him. Their flesh tore of their bodies, just as the pain became unbearable they grabbed the man a huge pulse surged through all and an explosion occurred, the relic dropped close by.
This was the first record of an incident relating to Jins dreams. Sasuke was sitting in the attic, in front of him on the floor lay an antique box with hundreds of photos and paper cuttings. He was reading over the first incident. He began arranging the articles and pictures in chronological order. He went through each event, all of them happened in the exact same way.
