Prologue
He is bleeding. One hit after the other. Metallic hits flesh. The stench of blood splattering on the walls, he is nearing death.
A knife comes out, digs into his back, dragging down. Newly formed blood begins to drip down. First it rains, then it pours.
His face smashes into the dirty, cold grimy floor. The cyborg cares not what he does, smashing the concealed face against the floor of the apartment he once shared his most wonderful moments.
With him.
His new victim.
His victim's face mask is gone, ripped up and bloody, to reveal a handsome face, high cheekbones, a distinctively Chinese face, with American features, thick neck length black hair now ripped into pieces on the floor, and a scar over his right eye.
"S-Smoke..." the victim said, holding up his hand to plead with his assassin.
The cyborg said nothing, and only continued. His steel-toed boot retracted, then snapped forward, slamming into his victim's forehead, nearly fracturing the skull. He could feel the bones dripping from their places. His body flinched, his spinal cord almost snapped, and more blood fell from his mouth, from his body, everywhere.
"S-stop this foolishness! You and I, we were best friends! Don't you remember me?" he yelled. And still, the cyborg said nothing.
After all, a cyborg bears no emotion. He has no memory, no remorse for anything he does. He just simply kills.
"Don't you remember me...we were partners with the Lin Kuei...don't you remember...when we first met.." he said, then chuckled,"I couldn't even get your damned ethnicity right...you freaked out over me calling you Polish...actually, you freaked out over everything...you were such a child. Such a princess...how could you have turned into this?"
And still, Smoke said nothing. He stared on, and held out his arms, his chest opening to release his trident, when the man clutched himself and said,"I..I loved you, Tomas.."
He closed his eyes, waiting for the attack, but nothing came out. The cyborg simply stood there, looking down at his victim, a man named Kuai Liang, better known as Sub Zero.
Memories suddenly flashed through the cyborg's mind, but they were too fast to grasp. He suddenly began pacing around the room, firing rockets, dropping smoke bombs, and his trident flew out, flailing in the air, when Smoke fell to the floor, ready to explode.
An automated voice spoke in the dead of the darkness. A female robotic voice said the words Sub Zero never wanted to hear.
"Entering self-destruct mode. Self-destruct in ten, nine, eight, seven..."
And the countdown began. Sub Zero shivered and crawled to Smoke, curling into his arms and said,"Tomas...how did we end up like this?"
How did we end up like this...