The King Of Fighters TG TF Part 10: Lien Neville

Mika Lown, at 27 years old, had earned her reputation as a rising star in the world of mixed martial arts. Known for her fierce determination and unrelenting drive, she had become a feared opponent in every tournament she entered. Growing up in a rough part of town, Mika was no stranger to hardship. The streets had toughened her up, and she learned from an early age that only the strong survived. Fighting gave her an outlet for her anger, a purpose to rise above her past, and she embraced it with all she had.

Despite her success, Mika kept a low profile. She preferred to train alone, without the distractions of fame. Her life outside the ring was quiet—training, eating, and sleeping, a rigid routine designed to enhance her strength and skill. But underneath that tough exterior, Mika was haunted by loneliness. Her victories felt hollow without someone to share them with. Deep down, she feared she was fighting for nothing.

One night after a grueling training session, Mika’s life changed forever. Walking home in the late hours, she was ambushed. Despite her reflexes and combat skills, the assailants were prepared—masked, silent, and efficient. A quick scuffle, a needle jabbed into her neck, and darkness engulfed her vision.

When Mika woke up, she was strapped tightly to a cold metal table, her muscles aching as she struggled against the restraints. Her eyes darted around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The room was sterile, filled with unfamiliar medical equipment, and overhead lights buzzed dimly. Panic gripped her chest as she realized she was trapped.

“What the hell is this?!” Mika growled, pulling at the leather straps. “Who are you people?!”

From the shadows, Dr. Morioka stepped into view, smiling coolly. “Ah, you’re awake. Welcome, Mika.”

Mika's breath quickened as she met his eyes. “What do you want from me?! Let me go!” she demanded, her voice rising in panic.

Dr. Morioka chuckled softly. “Oh, Mika, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen. You’ve been chosen for something far greater than the life you knew. Something extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Mika spat, her eyes narrowing. “You think I’m just gonna let you—”

The doctor calmly approached with a syringe filled with a strange, glowing fluid. “You won’t need to worry about that much longer. You’re about to become someone new.”

Before Mika could scream again, the needle pierced her neck. The drug worked quickly, her muscles relaxing as the fog of sedation clouded her mind. Her resistance waned, and she sagged against the table, her strength drained.

“You…you can’t do this…” Mika whispered weakly, her voice fading.

Dr. Morioka leaned in closer, his voice cold and deliberate. “You will thank me soon enough.”

“Begin the procedure,” Morioka commanded, his voice sharp.

The assistants approached with syringes, ready to inject the serum into Iris’s exposed back. The needle plunged deep into her skin, delivering the chemical cocktail that would melt away her old form. Her skin rippled as the serum began its work, softening and loosening it as if her body were being liquefied from the outside in. Slowly, the outer layers peeled away, revealing new, smoother skin beneath.

As her body reshaped, Iris’s once-soft and feminine curves gave way to the taut, muscular form of Lien Neville. Her waist became tightly cinched, her hips accentuated in a way that gave her a seductive, femme fatale figure. Her legs, now long and powerful, were perfectly sculpted for the deadly kicks Lien was known for. Her arms gained a lithe, defined musculature, ready for close combat and lethal strikes.

As Mika lay limp, the transformation process began. The first stage involved inserting a voice changer into her throat. Morioka signaled to his assistants, who approached with a sleek, metallic device. A small incision was made, and the voice modulator was carefully implanted just under her vocal cords. It would ensure that Mika’s voice, once harsh and assertive, would be replaced with the sultry and calculated tones of Lien Neville.

“You’ll speak with a new voice now, Mika…or should I say, Lien?” Morioka mused, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Mika could only groan weakly as the anesthetic began to spread, numbing her entire body. She tried to fight it, but her mind was growing heavier, her thoughts muddled.

Next, the muscle suit was prepared. Mika’s athletic frame, though powerful, was not enough for the persona she would soon embody. The assistants began placing synthetic muscles over her limbs, adjusting her form to match Lien’s curvier yet still formidable physique. The suit compressed around her, reshaping her waist, thighs, and chest. Her body now resembled Lien Neville’s toned yet exaggerated curves.

“You’ll be stronger,” Dr. Morioka said, watching the process with clinical detachment. “Faster. More deadly than you ever were as Mika Lown.”

Mika’s head lolled to the side, unable to respond. Her body felt alien, no longer her own. She wanted to scream, but her voice was gone, replaced by a cold silence.

With the muscle suit complete, the assistants moved on to the next stage: removing her hair. A buzzing sound filled the room as clippers were brought to her scalp. Strands of Mika’s dark hair fell away, leaving her completely bald, her once distinct features slowly being erased.

Mika could only feel the dull vibrations as the last remnants of her old self were stripped away. Her identity—her strength, her independence—was slipping through her fingers, and she was powerless to stop it.

Finally, the skinsuit was brought forward. The synthetic skin, crafted to perfectly replicate Lien Neville’s fair complexion, was carefully fitted over Mika’s newly enhanced body. The assistants worked meticulously, starting with her legs, smoothing the material over her thighs and calves, before moving to her torso. Every curve, every muscle was perfectly replicated as the suit fused with her real skin, becoming indistinguishable.

Mika’s once tanned, weathered skin was now pale and flawless, matching Lien’s porcelain-like appearance. Her chest was enhanced to match Lien’s voluptuous figure, the suit molding her into a deadly seductress.

Next came the mask—a perfect replica of Lien’s sharp, beautiful face. The assistants lowered it over Mika’s own, aligning it carefully. A soft hiss sounded as the mask fused with her skin, the nanotechnology binding seamlessly with her flesh. The transformation was nearly complete.

Mika’s face was gone, replaced by the cold, calculating visage of Lien Neville. Her lips, her eyes, her features now belonged to someone else.

Finally, the blonde wig was applied. The assistants secured it in place, adjusting the soft curls until they cascaded perfectly down her back. The illusion was flawless—Mika was no more.

Dr. Morioka leaned over her, inspecting his work with pride. “You are perfect,” he whispered. “The final touch.”

The assistants fitted green contact lenses over Mika’s eyes, giving her Lien’s piercing, emerald gaze. She blinked slowly, her vision still hazy as her new identity solidified.

With her physical transformation complete, it was time for the most crucial step: the application of Lien’s iconic bodysuit.

The assistants began with the legs, sliding the tight, black leather material over her newly-formed skin. The material clung to her like a second skin, its texture sleek and glossy, amplifying every curve of her body. Each tug of the suit pulled it tighter, enhancing the constricted feeling Lien was known for. The golden accents on the suit were fastened at her thighs, contrasting sharply with the black leather, highlighting the assassin’s deadly allure.

Next, they moved to her torso, zipping the black bodysuit up along her waist and over her chest. The plunging neckline of the suit showcased her figure, accentuating the cold seduction that defined Lien Neville. Her arms were carefully guided into the sleeves, each one hugging her form, the material flexing just enough to allow for movement while maintaining the restrictive nature of the design. Gold buckles and straps were fastened around her upper arms and shoulders, ensuring every part of the suit stayed perfectly in place.

The assistants applied the high-heeled boots, lacing them tightly around her calves, the final touch to complete her deadly elegance. The heels clinked against the cold floor, their sharp sound a stark contrast to the silence of the lab.

Her GPS bracelet, a key accessory in Lien’s arsenal, was clipped onto her wrist. This bracelet wasn’t just for show; it would allow Lien to call upon her satellite weapon at any moment. The assistants adjusted the belt at her waist, ensuring it fit snugly against the bodysuit, the golden buckles glinting in the dim light.

With the transformation complete, there was one final step: Mika’s mind needed to be conditioned. Morioka activated a hypnosis machine, filling the room with soft, rhythmic tones and flashing lights.

Mika’s eyes flickered as the lights overwhelmed her senses. The sounds wormed their way into her brain, slowly lulling her into a trance. Her breathing slowed, her eyelids drooping as the hypnosis took hold.

“You are no longer Mika Lown,” Morioka’s voice echoed through the haze. “You are Lien Neville now. Cold. Ruthless. A killer with no remorse.”

Mika’s mind was helpless against the onslaught of commands. Her thoughts dulled, her will eroded by the incessant hum of the machine. She was being rewritten, her old self buried beneath the layers of programming.

“Your only purpose is to obey. To fight. To kill.”

Mika’s eyes fluttered closed as she sank deeper into the trance, her consciousness slipping away. The hypnosis worked quickly, erasing her memories, her identity, everything that made her Mika.

“You will awaken as Lien Neville,” Morioka said, his voice almost soothing. “And when you do, you will be ready.”

With a final sigh, Mika fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body completely relaxed on the table. She was no longer the fierce fighter she had once been. She was Lien Neville, a deadly femme fatale, waiting for the moment she would awaken and serve her new master’s plans.

Dr. Morioka looked down at Mika—now fully transformed into Lien—and smiled. His eyes swept over the other combatants, still strapped to the tables, all deep in slumber after their transformations. Angel, Shermie, Mai, Isla, and now Lien Neville. The fighters were complete, their bodies enhanced, their minds reprogrammed.

“The tournament begins tomorrow,” Morioka said, addressing his assistants. “All the pieces are in place. And with these fighters under my control, victory is certain.”

He gazed at each of them, marveling at his own handiwork.

“They will awaken soon,” he added, his voice soft and confident. “And when they do, they will be ready to unleash chaos.”

Turning off the lights in the lab, Morioka left his creations to rest, their final awakening only hours away.

Tomorrow, the tournament—and his plans for domination—would begin.