KOMBAT FICTION!
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*Since 1992 Mortal Kombat has been the love of millions including myself. Each Kombatant will find his or her way into your heart! Due to the making of the Mortal Kombat movie adaptations in 1995, new life and character envelopes each…character!*
Time becomes obsolete in the Kombat universe; traveling through portals into realm after realm makes one invulnerable to the constraints of time. The Netherrealm is one of six known realms in the Kombat universe. If one were to simply imagine the bittersweet horror of a hellish red realm, this would be it. No one will speak unless there is gain. Oni, which are lanky green creatures with large pointed ears can be found running aimlessly about near the bridges that hover over streams and ponds of lava. The day is dark, as well as night and the moon rests fat like a giant eye of gold in the red sky. The sun appears pale, lined in the softest pink, resembling a wound in the flesh. The magnificent horned skulls of three giant demons spew lava from beneath their ground down teeth. The mottled echoes of distant screams reverberate through the desolation. One may find luck coming upon a watchful warrior willing to pass on their unique kombat skills for an occasionally negotiable price.
PROLOGUE
END.
BOOK ONE
CHAPTER ONE: THE RAGE THAT BURNS WITHIN
His fighting rage and his golden armor are what keep him alive here in the Netherrealm. He roams with his powerful legs clothed in black, his powerful arms weighed down by his clenched fists in search of the sorcerer Quan Chi.
Scorpion halts abruptly in front of a formation resembling a large rib cage jutting from the rusty dirt. He tenses further, someone is near.
Who knows what I shall face in such a wasteland…Quan Chi is the only one I hope to find. Scorpion raises his hand as his kunai begins to emerge from the palm.
Swish…swish... The thing is right before him! He grabs hold and freezes, quite literally. Scorpion had caught and ice clone and the fire within him burned in an inescapable rage. This could mean only one thing. From behind one of the disfigured rocks, Scorpion watched as Sub-Zero stepped into the open, arrayed in icy blue and black. Silently, the fire master was relieved; it could have been so much worse. As he appreciated this, he began to glow a dull orange, thawing himself rapidly, his industrial type respirator spewing grey smoke.
"Sub-Zero, what is your business here in the Netherrealm?" Scorpion demanded pointedly.
Sub-Zero's threatening respirator emitted an icy fog as he spoke, "I was hoping to find you here, to apologize for all that Quan Chi has put you through."
Scorpion stood very still, choosing his words carefully; "You should not have frozen me. This is not a joke. Quan Chi murdered my entire family and clan. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO ATTACK ME THIS WAY?"
As seen here, it does not take much to awaken Scorpion's rage, and who could blame him? It is also obvious that the sorcerer Quan Chi's scheme to set the two greatest komabatants against one another by deceiving Scorpion into believing that it was Sub-Zero who had massacred his clan, the Shirai Ryu had been an overwhelming success.
Sub-Zero stepped forward, "What other way would you have me approach you? That move had always been what would let you know that I am near, what has changed? I did not murder your people."
It had been long since this deception that Scorpion and Sub-Zero had come face to face without battle…before Scorpion learned the truth.
Both of their sinister respirators ventilated with each breath.
It is strange, thought Scorpion, how even the small similarities fail to reunite us. I do not need to explain my doubts and suspicions to Sub-Zero.
Scorpion knew that had no reason to feel guilty although Sub-Zero had been his partner, dare say, friend. The doubts that Quan Chi had seeded forced the cryomancer's darker traits to well up within the fire lord's thoughts, manifesting themselves in his every action.
So he walked.
Away from Sub-Zero.
Away from Unity.
To the sorcerer Quan Chi, who had been the cause of this seemingly unescapable quagmire.
When the sorcerer is finally made to suffer, all shall be appeased.
"Spectre, where the hell are you going? You are acting as a child would! Toss aside this petty rage?"
Scorpion halts, turning to face Sub-Zero, seeming as if he might self-destruct;
"Petty rage?"
"PETTY RAGE?" Scorpion began to laugh, a desperate man's laugh, a laugh of those falling quick into the depths of insanity. Oni began circling like vultures, hoping for a bloody carcass in the aftermath.
"My rage is petty? Everyone I have cared for during the span of my life has been systematically torn to shreds, and my rage is petty?" Scorpion's voice took on a muffled growl as Sub-Zero stood his ground, observing with an icy stare.
It is incredible, the depth of volumes that just eyes can tell…
Scorpion whipped around, the sweat of fiery rage forming quick beads along the curves of his pulsating muscles. He grabbed a nearby oni by the head, and another with the kunai he sends from his palm on its chain, his muscular shoulder lurching forward as he shouts, "GET OVER HERE!"
Scorpion narrowed his eyes in concentration, creating little wrinkles between the two eyebrows and let out a grunt as he smashed the heads together in an eruption of bilious blood and brain. The oni scattered as a shower of acidic blood fell upon his skin.
...tsss…tsss…, his skin sizzled in brief intervals, the two of them once again standing alone, unfazed. Sub-Zero's lightly greyed, bluish tinted flesh tingled as he cooled himself. This time he walked, casually kicking the carcass out of his path.
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Scorpion stood, thinking back to the days before; before the deceit. Sub-Zero had worked with him under Shang Tsung which had been a pain, but did not have them under his complete control. Scorpion has always shifted side depending on the desired outcome. Ends justify means. The Spectre watched as Sub-Zero became a speck in the red fog. He wanted to run to him and...
"RAGGH!" Scorpion shook his head violently, fists clenched in balls of heat, stomping the ground furiously. Darkness was falling heavily. His mind was a tornado of morals, notions of honor and Liu Kang's persistence of forgiveness.
I cannot bear to hurt those around me…and yet, is that not a disaster waiting to happen? The Spectre would not mourn, for all his dilemmas were his creation. Scorpion acknowledged his self-destructive behavior and felt really sick and tired of walking this endless path alone. All those who could have helped him in his time of trouble were gone; his wife, his son, all of the Shirai Ryu, destroyed.
An owl, black as the night soared close by Scorpion's head. The animal of Wisdom…what must I do? Soon enough, he would be presented with a token of gratitude for his strength; the gift of Wisdom could not be surpassed.
The pyro-mancer's body trembled as he walked, his shoulders carried a massive burden, his mind a greatest weight. The distractions of his soul were enough for him to allow his own destruction.
This green glow shall be my end…Wisdom shall not be surpassed. Scorpion stood motionless, awaiting the inevitable, but the green glow dissipated before him. In its place lay a female, thin and frail, her hair cut close to her ears, a satchel beneath her crumpled fingers. Scorpion froze, prepared to execute, but yearning to show mercy; the mercy that had been spared from him for so long.
