Note: Hello everyone! Man, it's been a very long time since I've been on here. I won't say I'm back… but it's good to be back lol. I just bought the new Mortal Kombat game and it has certainly met most of my expectations! So much in fact that I felt a terrible urge to write for a change. Now how about that lol. It kind of starts off slow and will mainly be focused on the relationship between Scorpion and my OC, and how they interact with the chaotic world around them. But do not fret for there will also be some Sub Zero action. No story seems to be complete without him lol.

This is my first MK story so please be kind with your reviews if you choose to leave any. Please favorite and follow so I know whether to continue or not. And yes, for those who are following my other stories I am still working on them. I know it has taken years, but I will keep trying to update them as much as possible. Thanks for all of your support! Enjoy!

Warning: It's Mortal Kombat people, so yes there will be foul language, sexual content, plus blood and gore. If none of these are for you then I recommend turning back now.

Disclaimer: I do not own MK or its story or its characters. :)

Extra: Also, if you want to see what my OC looks like there's a picture of her as the story cover art. Imagine her with black hair though lol. I DID NOT draw that picture! Someone else did and posted it on Deviant Art. Beautiful work, no?

~MK~

Prologue

I do not remember how or why it happened.

Yet I do remember the when and where.

At the time I was at home. I had just stormed off to my room after another heated argument with my little sister, Valkyrie. Unfortunately, altercations were so integrated to our already dynamic relationship that people had started dubbing us "The Fire Twins." Personally I didn't mind, actually enjoyed the sound of the lofty title, but it bothered the shit out of Valkyrie for some weird reason.

We had traded a few choice words, that if heard by any proper adult it would cause their ears to bleed. The subject of our fiery quarrel was none other than our shared love interest: the dreamy Jason Whitehill. He was nearly every girl's fantasy. Did I also mention he was rich, very attractive, and thus easily one of the most popular students at Token University? Anyway, I won't go into details because they're no longer significant, but let's just say my dear sibling "stole" him from under my nose, so of course I was livid.

Now that I reflect on it, it was such an idiotic thing to get upset over. Despite all of Jason's good qualities—which weren't many if I'm to be totally candid—he harbored plenty of bad ones. Being a reckless playboy was definitely one of his more conspicuous traits. Literally every week he had a new, sometimes unrecognizable female clinging to that athletic body like white on rice. Hmph! Parasites, the whole lot of them! Clearly they only wanted what he could buy them, both with his money and his dick. But you can't buy love.

Perhaps you're wondering why I'm pining for a jerk like Jason Whitehill. Truth is that beneath my rough exterior lies the heart of a romantic. You wouldn't know it, but I've been captivated by love since early adolescence. Maybe it's desperation. A nearly overpowering desire for real intimacy and purpose in one's life.

A reason for being… I don't know… alive?

Could be that it's none of those things, and I merely have a thing for attractive bad boys who enjoy fucking everything in their path like rabbits in heat. Either way, Valkyrie stole from me any chance I had with him when she caught Jason's eye one day and then decided to fuck him silly, saying I took too long.

Bitch…

It might sound crazy from your perspective, but unless you've been there you have no idea what it feels like. So kindly leave your unsolicited judgments inside your brain, okay? Anyway, that's enough about love and Jason Whitehill… even though he's the main reason why I'm in this predicament in the first place.

While lying on my bed covered by blue and black sheets, I decided to claw my way out of the trench of despair that both Jason and Valkyrie had thrown me in. It was time for retribution. Figuratively speaking.

On the carpeted floor stood a neat stack of light blue PS4 cases. They were organized by genre, making it simple for me to find what I wanted. As I ardently searched through the small tower of video games, I involuntarily shook my head in disappointment. I firmly reminded myself to later request more work hours at Walmart so I could earn more cash in order to add to my awesome, albeit little collection. Although… the idea of laboring through extra shifts was enough to give me an aneurysm. Walmart was what you called Hell on earth. However it was well worth the occasional torment if meant discounts plus a good source of bonus income.

For my beloved PlayStation 4 I would do almost anything (not really). Between my job and classes at the university I haven't had much time to spend with it, you see.

"Aha! There you are."

I picked up a case with the title "MORTAL KOMBAT X" on the front cover in bold white print. It's only one of the greatest games of the year 2015. Underneath the title was a muscular Asian man dressed in yellow and black ninja garb. He appeared ready to attack an opponent nobody could see. It didn't take a genius to know him as Scorpion, one of the most iconic characters of the MK universe; the other being his archenemy, Sub Zero.

I smiled. He happened to be my favorite MK fighter… and the love of my fictional romance life. Go ahead and roll your eyes if you want. Not like I can find a fuck to give anyway, so there!

"In you go, my love," I susurrated as I inserted the CD into the whirring game console. Yes, I talked to my things. Don't make such a big deal out of it, alright?

Once the icon to start the game popped up I wasted no time in pressing it, and started playing without a care in the world. The silence within my room was soon drowned out by deafening roars of hate, nasty groans of suffering, and the brutal music of shattered bones and exploding viscera.

It was Heaven.

"Retribution time, assholes," I said to nobody in particular.

Scrolling through the list of MK fighters available to me, I chose the ugliest characters I could find. Reptile, the green lizard dude, for Playboy Jason and D'Vorah, who appeared to be a humanoid insect woman, for Valkyrie the Two-Faced Slut. Naturally I was Scorpion. Duh! Who else? Three rounds for both traitors, and each time I slaughtered them. They ate my Fatalities while shrieking like pitiful livestock. I channeled my ire by killing anyone dumb enough to get in my way. This was my preferred outlet. Here I wasn't judged. Here I could torture whoever wronged me without facing the ramifications.

And it was absolute perfection.

Digits starting to ache, I paused the battle for a moment to check the time on my watch. 8:25 pm. Jeezus… it was that late already? I had started playing the game around five o'clock! I hadn't realized how many hours had passed by. I chuckled heartily. Must have had to release a lot more wrath than I initially thought. Outside the sky held different shades of elegant reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks. Colors of a terrific sunset. During my childhood I would voice a single wish on every sunset. Some were frivolous, while others exposed my heart's deepest sentiments.

That day had been no exception.

Gently laying my hands over my heart, I fervently spoke the words, "Steal me away, far from here."

I had done this countless times to continue feeling silly about it. From out of nowhere I realized I was beginning to feel lethargic and out of breath, as if I had just finished a lengthy race. Strange, I thought. Nocturnal creature that I am, I usually didn't drift off to La La land until mid or late morning the next day. Remaining conscious was proving to be even harder as the minutes ticked away. Try as I might, I could not perform the simple action of standing up so I could go to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. I tried pushing the Options button to activate the battle scene again, but my phalanges (yeah, I used that word) refused to move. They seemed paralyzed. It's safe to say I was panicking now.

What the hell is happening to me?

I felt like I had been frickin' sedated. My body finally slumped over in defeat on the mattress below… and then something really freaky transpired.

The second my head hit my pillow the game un-paused itself. Scorpion and the character I was fighting at the time continued to move in place, but neither one of them attacked the other. Abruptly they ceased movement, and I worried that the entire game froze up. But it wasn't so because there came a sudden lightning bolt that struck the ground, and then the Thunder God Raiden appeared from the blinding flash.

What the hell, I thought. Where the fuck did he come from?

Did I happen to purchase a special version that had some sort of secret content to it or what? Cuz none of this was making any sense to me. Raiden stood calmly between the two still combatants. He seemed to be staring at me with those pearl white eyes and it made me squirm inside. This entire situation was simply uncanny to say the least.

What came next nearly caused my heart to stop functioning completely.

"It is time, Valena."

W-what?

What?

WHAT!

He said my name. A fictional character said my name! Impossible. It had to be. If he had just said those first three words then I could have believed the programmers were just messing with me. But he didn't. My name was included. Magic? There was simply no other explanation for it.

This is it, I said to myself as my heavy eyelids began to lower against my will. Before I faded into darkness I heard Raiden's last words:

"Do not fear the unknown. You are just returning to whence you first came."