AN: Hi! This is Cynthia Krenshaw and MagicalIrishMusician again! We had so much fun writing the first one, we decided to create a joint account to post to. :) This particular one involves an OC of mine from Mortal Kombat. For anyone intrested in more of her background than this story will provide, it's Dreams of a Sonya Blade Junkie and Nightmares of a Sonya Blade Junkie! Have fun, Read and Review, and we LOVE feedback! This is going to be a trilogy, so strap in. It's going to be a wild ride. :)
Blows, from everywhere, from nowhere, she could feel every one acutely. Unable to protect herself, the voice that tormented her for a year of her life echoed in her ears.
"You've failed her again. Don't you get tired of trying?" The voice taunted, her friend reached through the haze, hands reaching desperately for her.
"Sonya!" Jessie screamed reaching into the darkness. The moonlight through the mini-blinds of the motel was the only light in the room. With fumbling hands, Jessie turned on the lamp next to the bed. Her wife beater shirt and shorts were soaked with sweat, clinging to her ripped muscular frame. It took a few deep breaths for her to realize that she was just dreaming, again. Pulling her knees into her chest, she rested her back against the headboard, and cried softly.
They told her it wasn't real, the two years she was in OIA. Sonya wasn't real, Shang Tsung wasn't real, the scars she carried all over her body weren't real, it was all a vivid dream from the attack she had suffered after the fight. All the product of a two week coma. Try as she might, she knew they were wrong; but really, who would believe that Raiden had taken her to a different universe where she was a soldier under Lieutenant Sonya Blade? That the beating she suffered was at the hands of Shang Tsung, a demon sorcerer, and not one of the abusers that wanted a piece of her for protecting the women at the shelter? No one would ever believe that;
Jessie got up, and showered. Changing into her jeans and promotional T-shirt, she headed across the street to the all night diner. Luckily at three in the morning, there was only the bickering customer, the waitress, and the cook in the restaurant.
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"No. No more shows." Elphaba told the short, heavy set man across from her, adamantly. She didn't care for those mud wrestling shows, and he knew it. Why he kept booking her for them was anyone's guess. She may have been in a bad spot, but she was getting close to getting away from this loser. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the woman come into the restaurant. Something about this athletic woman was familiar; finally it registered in Elphaba's mind. This was the fighter that she had seen on the ads for the past couple of weeks.
"You have to! The Green Grappler is our top attraction." He said, angrily.
"No, I don't. We lack something called a contract, Tony. I technically don't have to do anything." Elphaba reminded him.
"Be reasonable, Elphaba. You need the money, and I need the notoriety. You're doing the show."
"No, I don't want to do another show, Tony." She said angrily, her eyes began to harden when he didn't back off.
"You don't want to? Who the fuck cares what you want, you mutant. What else are you going to do but this?"
"I'll find something. I found you, didn't I?" Elphaba reminded him quietly, as she stood up. She needed to get away from him to clear her head before she said or did something stupid in public. The last thing she needs is for the cops to get involved.
"Don't you walk away from me!" He said loudly, grabbing her hand.
"Hey, asswipe, why don't you leave the lady alone?" Jessie said, taking a long drag off a cigarette, as the waitress poured her coffee. Elphaba turned to look at the other woman; she truly hoped that this woman would back off before Tony did something stupid. The bad thing about working for Tony was that he tended to make scenes in public.
"Why don't you mind your business, bitch?" He growled to Jessie.
"I will call the cops, Tony." The waitress warned. Elphaba paled, that was the absolute last thing she needed right now.
"Please, please don't do that. We'll leave." She offered.
"I'm not going anywhere! If that bitch minds her business, won't be no trouble." Tony said. Elphaba knew that his stubborn streak would win out and that a fight was inevitable unless the other woman backed down.
"Don't confuse me with your mother, there, Tony." Jessie said, with a smirk.
Elphaba tried to walk out, Tony grabbed her arm. Unfortunately he grabbed a deep bruise she had gotten in her last match, out of instinct Elphaba yelped from the sudden pain. Before she could blink Jessie had jerked her away, and put herself between Elphaba and Tony. Oh, no. Elphaba thought to herself, she turned on her heel and bolted out of the door. She didn't want to be around when the cops showed up.
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Jessie saw him reaching into his jacket. The waitress screamed her and the cook running to the back, as he pulled a nine millimeter. As soon as he pulled it, Jessie took the gun away from him. Dropping the clip out she unloaded the chamber, and disassembled the gun in the space of a minute.
"Any other toys you'd like me to break?" Jessie asked, with a grin.
"You shouldn't have done that." He said, pulling a knife.
"Ohhhh, a shiny toothpick." She chuckled as he swung it at her. She caught his wrist, hitting a pressure point. Once he dropped the knife she grabbed the back of his head, ramming it into the table. He landed on the ground, unconscious. "Are you OK?" Jessie asked, turning around, to find the woman gone.
"The cops are on their way." The waitress said, shakily.
"I'm so sorry about this, ma'am." Jessie said, sitting down at the bar.
"How did you do that?" The waitress asked, as Jessie got her cup of coffee.
"I was in the army, a lifetime ago. Did you see where the woman went?" Jessie asked, concerned.
"Hell no. When I saw the gun, I went to the back." Jessie gave her a nod.
"I gotta find her. Tell the cops I'll be back." She took out her wallet, getting out her ID, and handing it to the waitress, "I'll come back." Jessie said, heading outside. She walked around the building, not seeing the mysterious woman. Turning towards the street, she saw a figure running. Jessie ran after the figure, as she approached Jessie yelled at her to wait up. After a few moments Jessie realized the woman she was chasing had white skin. Stopping her pursuit, Jessie looked around to see where the green skinned woman could have gone.
Sighing Jessie walked back to the diner, head hung, as the police pulled up. After giving her statement and getting the story from the cook and waitress, they released her. Just in time for her manager and trainer to be running over.
"Jesus, Jess, are you OK?" Marcus asked, worriedly.
"I'm fine. When he wakes up, he will be too."
"What happened?" She gave Marcus the synopsis, watching his face change from concerned to pissed.
"Don't look at me like that. If he hadn't gotten rough, I wouldn't have interfered."
"Jess, wasn't it enough that one of the exs from that shelter you worked at almost killed you? What's it gonna take for you to learn your lesson?"
"A fucking miracle." She said, matter of factly, getting a sigh.
"Jess, be serious. You've got a fight tonight." Marcus said, shaking his head. He really knew better than to ask that question.
"Marcus, did you see a green skinned woman when you were walking over?" Jessie asked, getting an odd look.
"No, sorry. Was that what this was about?" He asked, getting a shrug.
"Not really. That was about a redneck piece of shit lowlife motherfucking worthless waste of air that will never EVER hurt a woman in front of me." She said, angrily. Fuck, I must've scared that poor lady to death. Jessie pounded her fist in sheer frustration.
"OK, Jess. OK!" Marcus said, putting his arm around her shoulder. Shaking her head in disgust, Jessie hangs her head as Marcus leads her back to her room. "Another nightmare, huh?" He asked, getting a nod.
"Yeah."
"You taking the medicine the doc gave you?"
"Nope." Jessie said, flatly, "I don't do medicine."
"You know they help." He scolded.
"No, they don't." She said, yawning, "Hey, would you mind getting my bike off the truck? I want to take a spin." Jessie asked.
"Here. The truck's in the front." He said, handing her the keys. Spinning the ring on her finger, Jessie walked to the front of the motel. She unlocked the trailer behind the truck.
"You really didn't have to do that…but thank you." The voice Jessie had been hoping to hear said from behind the trailer.
Turning around, "You're welcome, ma'am." Jessie said, looking her over. In the early morning sunlight, she seemed to glow. "Are you OK?" Jessie asked, worriedly.
"I'm fine. Yourself?"
"Yeah. He's not so tough when you take away his toys." Jessie said, with a shrug.
"You're lucky. I've seen him use that gun." Elphie said, relieved that he hadn't.
"Not lucky. Most people hesitate. You have at least a few seconds, if you don't panic." Jessie said, shrugging it off.
Elphaba quirked an eyebrow at that, this woman has received some serious training if she knows that kind of information. "That was impressive. May I ask where you learned?"
"If I told you, you would never believe me."
Elphaba chuckled at that, "You would be very surprised what I would believe." She paused for a few seconds before offering her hand, "I'm Elphaba."
Shaking her hand briefly, "Jessica, but everyone calls me Jessie or Jess."
"My friends call me Elphie." Elphaba offered, she released Jessie's hand. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes at the memory.
"Well, Elphie, I was about to go for a ride. Would you like to come with me?"
Elphaba hesitated, "I would prefer you call me Elphaba for now Jessie, and no thanks." Jessie seemed like a nice enough person, but she was honestly too tired and wary of her new acquaintance to go for a ride. "I'm too tired to ride; I might fall off the back when I fall asleep."
"I've got a room in the motel, if you'd like to get some sleep. Can't promise you anything more than a warm bed, but it's yours." Jessie offered.
"What's the catch?" She asked, curtly.
"No catch. I just don't want to see you go back to anywhere he can find you."
Elphaba shifts a bit uncomfortably, "What's in it for you?"
"I hope a new friend." Jessie said, looking her in the eyes.
The only other person that looked Elphaba in the eyes when she spoke was her best friend. Sighing Elphaba finally nodded her head, "OK, but be warned. If you try to hurt me, you will regret it." At least Jessie seemed to be respectful of personal space.
"Ma'am, I wouldn't hurt you to save my own life." Jessie said, leading her upstairs.
