Decon City.
The official name is, although nobody cares, New York City. Nobody knows how the city became "Decon City," because it's been like that for years, but it is catchy, so people don't seem to mind the name change. In fact, in several maps, New York City has become Decon City. The city has gone through some dramatic changes in the past several months as well. The skies are no longer polluted, crime rates aren't sky rocketing, and people are actually smiling. Somewhat, anyway.
But that also means things for police slow down significantly. Detective Jackson Briggs has been sending his men on mundane tasks just to keep them entertained. Two such men were walking down a normal street, nothing wrong with it. They were both in the middle of a conversation, the tallest man was waving his arms around, while the shorter man was just walking ahead.
The taller man was about six-feet, two-inch tall, short blond hair, and a defined chin. He was wearing a cap that read "DCPD" on it, and he had a blue shirt with white details. His belt had almost everything a police needed, ranging from a gun, his handcuffs, and a Duncan Donuts coupon. He was wearing black pants, black boots, and he had two nightsticks strapped to his back. Black, fingerless gloves covered his hands, waving wildly in the air.
He said, "We haven't seen any action in six months! Why can't it be in the movies, where a bank robbery happens every day, or some little old lady needs to cross the street every hour? Seriously, the captain is only doing this to get us out of his hair. Or, lack of hair, anyway."
The shorter man was about five-feet, eleven inches tall, and he was a little over protected. Unlike his partner, who was dressed rather casually, he was decked out in SWAT body armor. He had a bullet proof vest on. How can you get more protected? Another defining feature was the sword strapped to the waist, swung around to his back as well. His hair was black, short, and well-kept. "DCPD" was scrawled across his chest, in bold, white letters. He wore red sunglasses over his eyes.
"Stryker," replied the shorter man, "I feel like you whine for the sake of whining. Just calm down, and do your job."
The blond man, Stryker, dropped his arms to the side. He grumbled under his breath, causing the shorter man to chuckle. Stryker said, "I really hate this city."
The shorter man rolled his eyes, focusing on walking instead of talking to his partner. "I mean it, Kenshi," said Stryker. "I'm going to leave this place once I get enough money. And once I find everything of mine in our apartment."
Kenshi let out a laugh, stating, "Not even Sherlock Holmes could find all the stuff in our apartment. I haven't seen my blind fold for three months. It's that bad. And it's not like a bright red piece of cloth can blend into the surroundings."
Stryker nodded in agreement. A lot of their stuff got lost in their little home. That fact was made blatantly clear by a visiting Johnny Cage. They had to jump a lot of hoops to make Johnny's status alive. Thankfully the press hadn't heard about Johnny's "death," so it wasn't as hard as it could've been. He walked in, tripped on some stuff, and shouted, "You guys need to fucking clean up!"
That was about six months ago, and no progress had been made. That was just truly sad. Over the next few months, in fact, there had been a bigger mess. So, Stryker and Kenshi had dealt with the fact that their home would never be cleaned. They'd been used to it beforehand
Stryker spotted a hot dog vendor, and tapped Kenshi on the shoulder. He asked, "You hungry?"
Kenshi shrugged, and, taking that as a yes, Stryker walked over to the vendor. Stryker ordered one with every topping known to man, and Kenshi simply had a plain hot dog. The blond haired cop took a big bite, making some of the stuff fall onto his shirt. He swore under his breath, and asked the vendor, "Do you have a napkin, or something?" The vendor shook his head. "Great. Hey, Kenshi, can I borrow your blindfold?" Kenshi just tilted his head in Stryker's direction. "I'll take that as a no."
Stryker ended up just wiping it off with his hand. Kenshi took a bite, brushing off the few crumbs that fell to his chest. "Hey, Kenshi," asked Stryker, although it was barely audible behind all of the food, "why do you constantly wear all that protection? I can't see a purpose." Kenshi moved his head at Stryker, knowing that he was talking about all of the body armor.
Kenshi shrugged, and replied, "You never know when you need it."
Stryker's response was taking another bite.
Across the street, two men were just sitting on a bench. One was twirling a coin, while the other was simply looking ahead. The man twirling the coin flipped it, saying, "I am so fucking board."
"Good for you," replied the other man. He sank back onto the bench, sighing loudly. He perked up when he spotted a woman across the street. She was a petite woman, dressed in a long coat, red lips, and long red hair. The man elbowed the other, causing a yelp of surprise, and a clank of a coin hitting the floor.
"The hell is wrong with you?"
The man pointed to the woman, and said, "Fresh meat." The other man looked over, and, when he saw the woman, snickered. They both got up, grins plastered on their faces.
One of the men walked up to the woman, and said, "Nice day for a walk, huh?" The woman started to walk a different direction, turning left. The man, however, still followed. "It just makes one feel so warm. Do you mind if I feel if you're warm?"
The woman pulled out pepper spray, and blasted it directly in his eyes. The man screamed, clutching his eyes in pain. The other man covered her mouth, muffling her screams. They dragged her away, into a dark alley, with her kicking and screaming.
The man threw her on the ground, after duct taping her hands, feet, and mouth. The first man took out a switchblade, the light gleaming off of it. "I'm going to rock your world," spoke the man. He slowly started to walk towards her, but a noise behind them caught his attention.
His partner was gone.
"Yo, Bobby?" he yelled. "Where are ya Bobby?"
A voice said, "Bobby isn't going to be joining us." A sword was brought down on the man's hand, severing it at the wrist. The man screamed, alerting civilians around them. A fist slammed into his face, knocking him down. The blade was lowered to the man's throat, silencing the man's screams. Somewhat, anyway.
It was Kenshi who was standing over him. Stryker was holding the other man to the ground, giving him the Miranda Rights. The man who had the switchblade looked up at Kenshi, who said, "You have the right to remain silent."
The man gulped.
On top of a building overlooking the alleyway, two men were looking down. They both had many piercings in their face, a small horn protruding from their foreheads. The man on the right looked over to the other, nodding. They looked back down, seeing the four men and woman gone.
The right man said, "Well, that settles that argument."
The other said, "What argument? We've been following these guys for months now!"
The right man rolled his eyes, and said, "Not that argument, you idiot! The one about if the swordsman could fight barehanded."
The other shrugged, and stated, "It was just a sneak attack. I could beat him."
"Riiight. Anyway, we should probably tell Quan Chi we can begin the break out whenever we want."
The other man nodded in agreement, taking out a phone. He pressed a few buttons, and spoke into it. "It's time."
A deep voice on the other side said, "Understood."
One the other side of the line, a pale white man with red tattoos on the right side of his face hung up his phone. The room was more like a cave; stalagmites forming on the ceiling, a small river of magma crossed the room. This was a secretive area, known only to the Elder Gods and those poor souls that come here after death.
The Netherrealm.
A few minutes later, a man walked in. He was dressed in black body armor, burns all over, including over his right eye, which was blank white, no iris or pupils to be found, and a yellow over shirt and sash, tied with a yellow belt, all blackened by burns. His face was covered by a black mask, and a golden mouth piece covered the mouth, a mouth molded in with an expression of rage. He bowed down before the pale man, holding a fist to his chest.
Quan Chi swirled around in his chair; palms pressed together, and said, "Ah, Scorpion. What do you have to find for me?"
Scorpion pulled out an envelope. Quan Chi took it in his hands, looking over the signature. Oniro. Quan Chi placed his chin in his fist, deep in thought. The message could be that the Lin Kuei will work with them. Or it could be a declaration of war against the Brotherhood of Shadow and the Tarkata. Either wouldn't stop him, but the latter would slow them down significantly. Well, might as well find out now.
He took out an elegant letter opener, cutting the envelope carefully. He pulled the letter out, and read it over in silence. It read;
Quan Chi.
The Lin Kuei will work with the Brotherhood of Shadow and the Tarkata on one condition. You offer us sanctuary.
Oniro.
Quan Chi rolled his brown eyes. The Lin Kuei had slowly decayed into simple thugs in the past six months since Shang Tsung was put in prison and Bi-Han died. Oh, how that was a happy day. But, as much as he would love to let Shang Tsung rot in that prison, he was needed. He crumpled up the letter, tossing it behind his shoulder. The piece of paper fell into the magma river, burning it to a crisp.
Quan Chi said, "Tell those vile Lin Kuei that I accept. Tell them there is an area in New York that will suffice for a meeting. I assume you know which I am talking about."
Scorpion nodded silently, vanishing in flames.
Quan chi leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself. Everything was coming together.
To be continued…
A/N:
Guess who's back? Back again?
Spino's back. Tell a friend.
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, dah nah nah.
Glad I got that out of my system. Anyway, yes fanboys and fangirls, MK is back! Or, at least, my MK is back. Come back here every two weeks on the day of this posting, a chapter will be posted. I promise.
Also, I decided to put this up two days earlier. It was really bugging me.
Huge props to iceangelmkx and Poe's Daughter. Iceangelmkx has been giving me advice, and Poe's Daughter is the one who inspired me to do these. Thanks!
Anyways, since I know you guys have been missing this;
Spino, out.