Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Note: This my first time switching Nina's character up a little. But eh, I dunno what you'd consider 'a little'. I don't want any flames and stuff. It makes me sad.D: I wanted to give this DJ/Nina fic a shot. I dunno how badly I have to stress that I've ben thinking about doing this for a long time now. It plays better in my mind than it does when I type it. C'mon, I can't possibly be the only one who suffers from this? Oh well...

Oh and watch out for bad language, violence and lemonz maybe?

Ever since the end of the tournament, Nina had no idea what to do with herself. She felt as if she failed as a bodyguard to her boss. But she could never understand why he told her to stay at headquarters, rather than protect him. She guessed that he already knew that she'd get hurt if she was in the presence of Azazel. He was so fixated with ending his bloodline one way or another. She was disappointed to find out that Jin was no longer of this world. It was the first time she had sympathy for someone she worked under. But it was understandable why she felt this way. Maybe a part of her loved him. And the other half understood why Jin Kazama was the man that he was. No matter how much wanted him alive, she had to live with the truth; Jin Kazama was dead.

She had abandoned the Mishima Zaibatsu, informing Las Alexanderson that she was no longer of use and it was time to move on with her life. Lars couldn't actually tell that she was hurting inside, only because she was an expert when it came to hiding her emotions. After what happened to Jin, she didn't believe she had any emotions left. She just wanted to vent her frustrations by killing, and nothing more. So she found a new boss every two weeks, doing what she did best; killing. Usually, she would just kill the person she was assigned to kill, and move on to the next target. But no, something inside her snapped. She wouldn't outwardly admit it, but she was actually beginning to like the feeling of death in her hands. The way her enemies would scream in agonizing pain. The smell of skin when they were being burned alive. The way their blood would spray from their bodies like a fountain. The sounds of flesh being ripped open. Even the smell of blood itself gave her a buzz. When her enemy's blood would coat her hands, she would even taste it, forming the most malicious grin ever on her face. Pain was always a burden to her, but not anymore. The sadomasochist within her had awoken. Realizing how feared her own name was to others, Nina Williams became a true monster. The mentioning of her name alone would make any person tremble in fear. It was like she was the predator you didn't want to cross paths with.

Little did she know, she was about to become the prey of a much larger predator…

It was a dark and stormy day. Usually it didn't bother, but something about it today just creeped the fuck out of her a little. She was sitting by her fireplace, remembering the bloody mess she saw when she went to see her boss. Not that she cared for him, she just wanted to know who could possibly do something that horrid without being caught. There were only a handful of people she knew that were capable of that, but most of them were either dead, or had better things to do with their lives. She sight didn't scare her, she was more amused than anything else. But now she was out of a job, again. "I wish I could actually keep a job without having a boss croak on me." She dryly said to herself. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on her door. She sighed and stood to her feet and headed downstairs. "Some people don't know what doorbells are for I see…" She snorted. She slipped her pistol into her robe and went to the door, opening quickly and only found a mutual friend rather than an enemy.

"Lars…it's you…" Was all she said. He could tell that the woman before him wasn't the same woman he spoke to that day Azazel was defeated. This woman was much more intimidating and cruel. What happened to her?

"Nina, I'm glad to see that you're doing well." He greeted her kindly as he bowed his head. "Lars, you mean to tell me that you're still working for the Mishima Zaibatsu? Who's your boss?" She curiously asked him. She had only assume that because she couldn't imagine him working anywhere else. "That's what I came here to talk to you about…" He began. "To talk about your boss?" She repeated, backing out of the doorway to let him in. She closed the door after he came inside, taking a seat on the couch by the fireplace. She sat down on the opposite side and eyed what he had in his hand. It was an envelope. she set her pistol on the table and snorted again. "Is that for me?" She asked him without ever blinking. He nodded his head and handed it to her.

When she took it, he began to speak to her. "It's been a while since I heard anything from you. I was starting to worry a little." He admitted to her.

"You? Worrying about me? That can't be good." Her sarcasm nerver really surprised him anymore.

"I'm serious Nina. Besides, the Mishima Zaibatusu wants you back into their services. Or rather, 'he' wants you back."

Nina stopped observing the envelope as her cold eyes traveled up to look at him. What did he say? "'Him'? What's wrong, your boss is such a hardass nowadays, they just call the guy 'him'?" She mocked.

"If only you knew Nina…just read the letter and tell me what you think." Lars sighed. Nina eyed him one last time and began opening the envelope to read the letter. The first few paragraphs didn't interest her at all. It was just explaining about the war coming to an end, but not entirely. That was shit that she had enough common sense to know about. But then something caught her attention in the letter. She read out loud,

" is in need of a skiled assassin among his ranks? Kazuya?" She asked with confusion written all over her face. Lars shook his head. "No, Kazuya owns the G Corporation. It's neither Kazuya or Heihachi." He explained. Nina sat back, looking as if she was stuck in the Twilight Zone.

"Is there another Mishima that I don't know about? Have you even seen the boss himself?" She asked suspiciously. Something about this whole letter didn't sound right. It seemed sketchy.

"Nina, I can assure that I've met him. But I was told not to reveal his identity, so I hope you'll understand."

Nina squinted at him and stared back down at the letter. "Interesting. I may consdier paying 'him' a visit, to see how bullshit this entire nonsense is. You know, for giggles and shit." She blatantly spoke, laying the letter down on her coffee table.

"Nina, just know this…" His face became serious all of the sudden. "The man who rules over the Mishima Zaibatsu…is a monster." Nina almost laughed loudly when he said that. Stifled snickering could be heard from her. "You find this funny Nina? It's not a joke, please take what I'm telling you seriously. If you don't, it could get you killed. He needs to be guarded by someone with your level of skill."

Nina couldn't believe what she was hearing. Lars was serious about this? Nina still didn't seem to believe him. He leaned closer and spoke with intensity in his voice, "You still think I'm bullshitting you Nina?" She only cracked a grin at him. "Okay, I'll believe you when you give me evidence that your boss is a monster. So what kind of monster is he? Is he the ones who hides under my bed at night?" She jeered.

"No Nina, he's far worse than any fairy tail monster you've read about."

"Oh? And how's that Lars?"

"Because this one is real."

"Even humans can become monsters Lars. When you talk about this man who's supposedly scary, it sounds comical. I'm sorry if I'm not as gullible as everyone else around that will believe this shit." Lars couldn't through her, but there was only one way he figured she'd listen.

"Not too long ago, you were reporting back to your boss, Lex Silverman, only to find his corpse mutilated in the most grotesque fashion possible. Ironic isn't it? How every boss that hired you, was murdered in the same style. Has It ever occurred to you that the pattern isn't coincidental? Even their family members were wiped out Nina. They were all mutilated. You yourself were even almost attacked last week. Correct me if I'm wrong Nina, tell me now that I'm bullshitting you." Lars ranted to her. He finally saw that abnormal grin leave her face, as if she had realized that he was right.

"Now that I really think about it, those murders were all connected to each other. But I wouldn't actually say that I was attacked, more like I was 'late to the party and saw that someone had fun without me.' It was such a shame to see that someone beat me to the punch, though I'm sure it was refreshing-"

"Nina! Do you hear what the hell you're saying right now!?" Lars exclaimed loudly as he rose to his feet. She looked at him casually in return. "Yes Lars, I hear exactly what I'm saying. I'm telling you that someone who's more artistic than me with corpes killed those people. But there's only a small amount of people I know that could make such a massacre. But I doubt it was any of them." Nina sighed lightly. "So tell me, do you have any other clues for me to run by about the murders?"

Lars sat back down, clearing his throat. "As a matter of fact, I do. Lei Wulong has stated from the reports that near every corpse, there was a message written on them or on the walls. It was…insane…" He trailed off and stared down. Nina crossed her legs and asked, "What did the messages say? Something vulgar or something worse?" He looked right at her and sighed.

"I have no idea what the sick bastard was getting at, but the letters spelled out in a form that I've never seen before in my life. We've tried to decode the words, but we didn't get anything. So the mystery of what the murderer wrote still hangs in the air." Nina was silent, thinking about the possibilities of what all of this meant. But something began to bother her.

"Lars…"

"What is it Nina?"

"You don't think…that I'm next, do you?"

Lars's eyes stretched. "Why would you ask something like that Nina?" She stood up and walked up to her fireplace, staring into it. "I asked that because it seems that this serial killer that has killed everyone that I've worked for... No, what if this person is murdering people that I've come in contact with? Is it my fault?" Lars watched Nina's eyes. She suddenly had a small flicker of worry in them.

"No, it's not your fault Nina…"

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I am not, Nina."

"Lars, listen to me. This pattern is quite obvious. Don't you get it. Someone's after me…" She turned completely in his direction. "You're not safe around me anymore Lars. If you continue to stay around me, you'll be next." He gave her an unsure look.

"How can you be so sure that this person is after you Nina?"

"It's simple. Someone's trying to shake me up. Well, it's not going to work. I haven't earned my reputation as the Black Scorpion for nothing. I'll be fine on my own….it's been this way since I was a child. Everyone I loved…taken from me right from under my nose…"

"What about Anna?"

"I said people that I love, not hate." Nina snorted. Lars couldn't believe how cold she was. I mean, she was cold, but nothing near the level she was at today. He guessed that Jin's death was the final blow to her heart.

"Nina, I promise you that I'll be fine. I'm more concerned about you. You don't seem like yourself.." He stopped when she walked up to him with her hand on her hip. He knew this meant she was about to rant.

"Lars, you've missed out on my big makeover it seems. So let me tell you how it happened. It's simple really. I was supposed to protect Jin. He wanted me to stay at headquarters while he fought Azazel. He never came back, remember? It was the moment that me and you spoke about it. I told you that I knew that he would do what he did. He was so fixated with ending his bloodline. And I, his bodyguard, failed him. It was because he was scared that I'd get in the way is why he told me to stay away. And look what happened…he's gone. The only man that I trusted, the only man that trusted me enough to open up to me, is gone. There was even a time where I was actually falling for him. But he's gone Lars, gone. After his death, I told you that I was no longer of use to the Mishima Zaibatsu, that I had to move on with my life. Well I did. And on this journey, I found myself for the first time."

He stared at her, feeling remorse coming from her. He knew no matter how tough she seemed, she was still hurting inside over Jin's death.

'If only she knew…' Lars thought inside his mind. He stood to his feet again and pat Nina on her shoulder. "Nina, don't be so hard on yourself. You did all that you could to help Jin. I'm sure that's he's grateful that he had you by his side. On another note, you should be careful. I would hate for you to get hurt just because you're overlooking things. I have to report back to headquarters. If you by any chance change your mind about working at the Zaibatsu again, you're more than free to stop by." He headed for the door and Nina followed. As he stepped outside, Nina spoke to him.

"Lars, thanks for coming by. I appreciate it…"

He smiled at her and gave her a quick nod before getting into his car and drove off. When he was gone, Nina shut the door and sat down by the fireplace again. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them. "Overlooking things? My ass I'm overlooking things…" She murmured to herself. But what Lars had warned her about was starting to get to her. At first, it sounded like some shit he came up with during his drive to her house. But she knew Lars for being a completely honest man, he'd never lie to anyone. How could a cold blooded assassin like her, become paranoid over a little bloodbath that happened not long ago? She basically breathed death itself. She was an assassin after all. She kept telling herself that it was a lie, but she knew it wasn't.

She placed her feet back on the floor and grumbled to herself. "There's no way in hell that monsters exist. Even a ten year-old knows that. "She snorted. She began to laugh to herself, until she heard a strange sound. She jumped up, picking up her pistol.

"It came from upstairs…it better not be that useless bitch again.." She huffed, referring to her younger sister. She slowly made her way up the stairs, silent as ever as she kept her gun close. Just who the hell could possibly break into her house? She had security alarms everywhere, but they didn't go off. There was no possible way that they could've been broken.

She finally made it upstairs, looking serious. When she was halfway down the hall, she heard another sound. It sounded as if someone was running their long sharp nails across her hallway walls. It made her quickly turn in every direction. The sounds became more frequent and she could hear whispers of some sort as if someone was taunting her. It was starting to piss her off. When she saw a shadowy figure a few feet away from her, she shot it in the head. It didn't fall over or even scream. It just vanished into black smoke.

"What the hell is going on with me…" She dropped her gun, falling to her knees. The only thing she could hear was her heartbeat, the rain, and faint laughter that gave her Goosebumps.

Nina was sleeping in her bed, with her pistol hidden under her pillow in case of an emergency. Her dresser was against her door along with many other things. She didn't know what the hell came over her to make her want to do that. But those sounds she heard in the halls kept coming and going. It was fucking creepy. She couldn't see anything at all, but the faint laughter was something she never heard in her life. She couldn't believe she was actually feeling this way, but she had wished that Anna was there with her. Anyone for that matter. She heard those long claws scraping across the walls, but they were getting closer to her room. Then there was banging on her door. Inhuman banging.

"What kind of fucking sick joke is this?" She hotly said to herself. Confrontation didn't work the first time, but she was ready for round two. She got out of bed and grabbed her pistol. She pointed it at the door waiting for the bastard to dare enter her room.

"Whoever the fuck you are, you're about to have hot lead for dinner!" She shouted loudly. Then banging was slow, but loud. She could hear strange breathing from the other side of the door. Just…who the hell was it? She was about to shout again, until she heard an eerie voice.

"So much hostility...I can't wait to devour you…" Hearing what the voice said, her heart nearly stopped. The voice sounded familiar. TOO familiar.

"No…it…it can't be…" She became traumatized, dropping her gun. The door began to split and would soon reveal her predator.

Uh-oh, Nina's in biiig trouble. She's gonna get a taste of what it's like to be the prey of the predator. D: