A/N: Hi guys, I needed a quick break from my current fanfic, so this was born. I want to explain this first.
This is kind of like a remake of Mortal Kombat Legacy's Episode 6-Raiden. It uses a lot of the same dialogue, and the same ideas. I put in a few changes of my own, to make it not a perfect copy of the YouTube episode. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat or Mortal Kombat: Legacy. Unfortunately.
Chapter One: Blue the Cutter
It was raining. It was raining, and she was terrified. Terrified of the thunder. Another flash of lightning almost blinded her, lighting her room for a split second. A large boom followed in it's wake. It revorbourated around her room, shaking her bed as if there had been an earthquake. She trembled in fear, cowering beneath her white blanket. She curled herself into a tight ball and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping beyond hope that she would finally find sleep in this hellhole.
"Get up." A gruff voice ordered, ripping the blanket off her skinny body. Anger flared through her, and she abruptly stood up, coming face-to-face with her handler. She narrowed her eyes at him and shouted in annoyance.
"That's MY blankie!" She screamed, some of her spit flying into her handler's face. He wiped it away slowly, looking very angry.
"Lucille Blue, sit down!" he barked, bringing his hand back to hit her. Lucille cowered away, tucking herself into a ball, wrapping her thin arms around her bony knees.
"Please don't hit me again! I'll be good! I'll be a good girl! Just don't hurt me..." She sobbed, whimpering the last sentence. The handler put his hand down and grabbed his clipboard, going on as if nothing had happened.
"Lucille Blue. Patient 6001. You are to take Prozac two times a day, Elavin three times per day after meals, and Trofranil once a day." Lucille nodded. She thought once again about telling him that she hated being called Lucille. She much preferred Blue. She thought about this daily, yet she still hasn't said a word about her prefrance in names. She hung her head against her knees, still annoyed that Dr. Ramsay hasn't left yet.
"Your medicine, Lucille." Oh yeah. Blue sighed and stood, holding out her hand to accept he two grayish colored pills. The doctor offered her a glass of water, and she accepted it gratefully. She couldn't remember the last time she had drank water. She popped the pills in her mouth and swallowed them with a quick swig of water-but not really, of course-she hid the pills underneath her tongue until Dr. Ramsay turned around, to which she spit them out and ungracefully shoved them in her bra. Every morning. The same thing. The same exact routine.
And Blue was incredibly bored of it all.
"Now Lucille, today you and the other patients get to go outside!" reminded her somewhat excitedly. She rolled her eyes. Oh, shove it up your ass. Dr. Ramsay suddenly glanced at her and gasped in surprise. He grabbed her wrists roughly and stared at them in horror.
"Lucille. Did you do this last night?" He asked with an icy calmness. Blue shook her head. Although she was indeed lying. She HAD cut herself last night. She had enjoyed it so much, releasing her pent up anger, feeling the cold pinprick of the old paperclip she had stolen from one of the classrooms.
The pain felt so incredibly amazing, the feeling of blood flowing out of her body. Her blood. She was in control, something she longed for so much in her hectic life. She loved every minute of it, every second. She cuts daily, as much as possible. Whenever she's alone. Her forearms, her wrists, her thighs.
Everywhere.
Her personal record: 27 cuts in one day. They watched her more carefully now, not allowing her to get close to anything remotely sharp. But she was clever. She hid her tools of destruction in her pillowcase. They never looked there. She was only able to reach 8-13 a day. It angered her that she couldn't cut deep enough with a paperclip. What she needed was a razor.
"Lucille. I know you're lying." Ramsay gritted his teeth while taking out a roll of gauze from his bag. He wrapped her bloody wrist and stared into her blue eyes.
"You need to stop doing this, Lucille." He growled, anger sparking in his hazel eyes. Blue stayed silent.
"My name is Blue." She whispered inaudibly. She stared at her white shoes which blended into the white floor. And the white walls...and the bed...and the chair. The doctor motioned for her to follow, and she obeyed. Blue followed him out the-unsurprisingly-white door. She crept out into the hallway, squeaking in surprise when her door slammed shut behind her.
Dr. Ramsay led her down a long corridor, taking a left, then a right, leading her to the large outdoor area for the patients at Meadowbrook. The doctor dismissed himself, leaving Blue alone with a few other patients and three gaurds. The twenty three year old woman sighed and walked to her usual spot in the very corner of the large courtyard. Soon, she was almost there. Walking over a small hill, she made her way to the spot and paused. She squinted. What...was that?
"Lucille!" She heard one of the guards shout from across the yard. "It's time to go inside!" another shouted. She ignored them and jogged toward the odd phenomena in the corner of the yard. There was a huge circular indentation in the ground, tearing up the sod and showing off the brown dirt underneath. She rushed to the edge of the large hole and peeked inside, expecting nothing. To her surprise, there was indeed something in the crater.
Someone.
Her eyes widened when she saw the shape of a man dressed in white.
Blue peered at the man in curiosity. He looked to be in his early thirties, and was scruffy in a ruggedly handsome sort of way. Blue was quickly captivated by this man.
"Wow." She whispered.
She crawled into the crater, closer to the man. She stared at the man, facisnation sparking in her bright blue eyes. He wore perfectly white robes and Blue was immediately curious as to how he wasn't dirty.
"Hello?" she whispered louder. "Are you okay? She reached out and gently shook the man's shoulder. Immediately, his eyes snapped open, looking positively electrifying. Blue gasped, jumping back into the wall of the crater. His electrified eyes faded into a dark gray. Lucy stared into his eyes, her brilliant blues colliding with the man's steely grays.
"Where are you from?" Blue whimpered. The man blinked. Blue's voice seemed to jar him from his thoughts. The man struggled to get up, throwing up an odd blue liquid that kind of smelled like antifreeze. Blue gasped as the poor man threw up all over the bottom of the crater. Just as she was going to ask if he was alright, the guards interrupted her.
"Lucille! I told you, it's time to go inside!" one of them yelled, coming up behind her. The other two followed in his wake. "Hey! Who the fuck is that?!" he yelled, pointing at Blue's newfound friend. She scrambled to stand, blocking the guard's path.
"I found him! He's mine!" she shouted. One of the guards came forward, grabbing her. She struggled to get out of his hold. "No! Get the fuck off me!" she screamed, still trying to wriggle herself free. The third guard stepped forward, pulling out a needle.
"Don't want me to have to do this again, do you?" he threatened, to which Blue stopped struggling. She glanced towards her white-robed friend and found that he had already crawled out of the crater, and was staggering towards the outer fence.
"Shit!" the guard holding her shouted. "Where do you think you're going?" he yelled at the man, who simply ignored him. He threw her to the ground and stalked towards the man, the other guards following. One guard tried to grab him, but the mysterious male whirled around and punched him in the face. Blue gasped at the man's boldness. The said man spun toward a guard coming behind him, executing a punch to his abdomen, a kick to the knee, and a punch to the face all in rapid succession. It was clear. This man knew how to fight. Once he was finished with the second guard, he ignored the third and started climbing the fence.
Which appeared to be his undoing.
The third guard grabbed the man by his shoulders and peeled him off the fence, shoving him face-first into the dirt. Blue gasped as the guard took out the dreaded needle.
"No! No! Don't hurt him!" she screeched as the guard readied himself to sedate the man.
"Let go of me!" the man shouted. Blue was surprised that he could even talk.
"Let me go!" he screamed as the needle pierced his neck. Blue counted to five, and the man went still. Her eyes teared up, the cerulean blue orbs looking even brighter in the warm afternoon sun.
The guards took hold of the strange man and dragged him back to the facility.
Meadowbrook.
A/N: Well, this is my first chapter! Depending on how things go, I'll probably have about three to four chapters in this one-shot! Thanks for reading! R&R!
-ElfDavis