The Tru Kombat. ***** Authors note******* So i am very excited on doing this story. This is basically a crossover of the infamous kombatants with the Tru group, and more. Warriors that will face a common enemy who calls himself, "Nightmare". Well...enjoy! -cubanagurl _Prolouge_ For many generations, the world has competed for what is known as Mortal Kombat. To determine the fate of the realms, warriors from different realms compete representing their realm. For ten years Outworld has won, one more tournament saved Earthrealm, but Shao Kahn, emperor of Outworld was not finished yet. He resurrected Queen Sindel of Edenia to merge Outworld onto Earthrealm. The Elder Gods had to sit back and watch. One Elder God had not revealed himself. He shall reveal on the day of reckoning for all of the realms. Just some of the realms suffered in the hands of Dark Kahn, but a familar threat will lead to the reckoning. And perhaps the unity of the realms. The end is just merely the begining... (End of Prolouge) ~~~~~ True Blood Perspective~~~~~~~~ -Chapter One: Sookie- Sookie Stackhouse had at least brushed her blonde hair for almost an hour. She was daydreaming, wasting the night away thinking of the kind, gentle Bill Compton. Dreaming also of the tall brute of a Viking, who had the image of perfection. She loved both dearly. The jerk and liar. How could she trust both, she asks herself, once again brushing more of her blonde brush felt like it were to tear at the black cushion and its tall 'trees" would fall from its sockets. Sookie was lost in what seemed another universe. She imagined trekking through canivorous, vast forests, escaping this hillbilly hellhole she grew up in. In fact, she wanted away from Supes for good. Although...on second thought..well... She was half Supe. She fumed as she took out her anger on the poor worn out brush. The echo of its descent against the wall, would nearly make these old walls of her ancient southern home collasp. If it was Bill's...well...it would collasp in two seconds. Sookie facepalmed herself. No that wasnt right. That was Bill's old home, which now looked as if Extreme: Home makeover editon magically waved their wand on it. She gulped, pushing the 'wand statement' aside. Wands reminded her too much of Tinker Bell and she clearly was part fae. Her elongating thoughts ceased as the creaky house was too silent. Her shutters didnt clap against the wind. Her curtains didnt flail as intended. All she heard was singing crickets, making a marvelous symphony of Beethoven with their fellow pupils, the frogs. Sookie noted to make that thought as her figurative language for the day, she wanted to at least feel smart. She didnt have much to do in Bon temps beside errands from the zany Supes. She made her way down her steps. Her tan hand trembling against the railing. Thunder clasped violently then. She sheilded her eyes from the bright contrast in the room from the lightning. She gasped as she saw a figure with sharp yellow eyes slither from the shadows. And this wasnt figurative language. It nearly slithered, for it seemed of reptilian form. A reptile in a god-damn ninja suit. Sookie shook her head, her hair on the back of her neck stood on end. "Oh hell no...i aint dealing with more Supe bullshit...are you some kinda lizard in a overly used ninja attire...i mean come on...how more lame can Supes get.." Sookie blabbered as always. She never could control her tounge. Yet, someone could. The reptile in the ninja clad lashed out a long pink forked tounge at her. Sookie jumped higher than the average bullfrog. "Oh shit!". Sookie automatically grabbed a bat, "I knew being on the softball team was a good idea.." The reptile shrieked as Sookie whacked him in the head. The reptile flipped back up, swinging his leg clockwise, making Sookie fall back on her ass hard. "Hey! My ass! It was pinched recently and it still hurts you asshole!" Sookie exclaimed. The reptile hissed. "Fight..mortal.."The Reptile spoke. Sookie rose a brow. "So you do speak..." She unexpectedly whipped out the mace she stole from Pam, spraying it at him. The reptile screeched. "I see why Pam carries shit like this." Sookie mused. Just like on cue in an action movie before the evil reptile could strike, Jason Stackhouse barged in with a shotgun. "You stay the fuck away from my sister.." Jason seethed. He aimed the gun at the ninja-reptile's torso. Jason slightly lowered his gun to catch a look at the monster. "What in the fuck are you? A ninja turtle?" , Jason asked. The reptile hissed. "I am called, Reptile, insolent Earth dweller.." Reptile nearly roared. Suddenly a crackle of electricity the siblings thought was from outside entered the living room. A man with white glowing orbs, the rim of his hat, shadowing some features on his face appeared. He held a long staff in his hand. He tapped on it menancingly. "Stay away, creature of Shang Tsung's treachery. Go back to your sorceress. The Earth dwellers have nothing to do with this...audicity.." The man in the hat spoke. His voice was fierce as the cackle of lightning, yet smooth as the Lin Kuei rivers surface, which was plated in frigid ice. The reptile cowered from the taller man's prescence. "The creature we had encountered...Quan Chi and Shang Tsung believe that it strengthened in Earthrealm...dost thou sense it, Lord Raiden? The scent of fire and Earth's ground?" "Silence yourself, Outworld dweller...you have no knowledge. None do...now leave.." The reptile retreated in a strange green portal. Sookie and Jason stood their, jaws wide open in immediate shock. The man in the hat looked at the part fae and her brother. He bowed to them, his eyes falling on Sookie's blank brown ones. "May the Elder Gods watch you...choose your destiny Earth dwellers...your realm is in danger...", The one called, "Raiden" left in a cackle of electricity. Sookie bit her lip. "Did that just happen?" She questioned aloud. Jason shrugged. "I-I suppose..." Sookie scratched her head. "Somethings up...I gotta look for Eric..he may know something..." Jason placed his shotgun in a holster he had just bought. "Well, i think we was just hallucinating..you know...after all the hocus pocus from the necro- whatever they was called." He stood, thinking is if that made him seem more intelligent than his younger sister. Sookie stormed out. "The hell that was real...and imma find out what the fuck is going on.." She slammed her door, leaving a clueless Jason muttering incoherent words. - Fangtasia- Sookie had sped all the way to Shreveport. She dreaded to face Eric after her rejection to him, but she couldnt handle any more Supernatural bullshit. She had up way past the kettle meter. She steamed heavily as if she were to burst. She shoved the bouncer of the club out her way, her fists balled up. The bar was empty. "ERIC!" the telepath's voice shouted. The last person a certain vampire wanted to see was shouting out her Maker's name. Blue orbs stared at Sookie in hatred. "You..." The voice rasped. The noise was a familiar female, a bit nasal as if crying was the last thing done merely moments ago, the sultry, seductive tone was replaced by teeming rage. Sookie turned around, her blonde hair whipped quickly out of her way. She frowned at the sight of...her... "Pam..." this woman almost killed her...hello...Sookie had to be pissed. Pamela Swynford De Beaufort felt she was the bigger person, she deserved more vengenance than Russell Edgington as she thought. "What brings your ass here?" Pam tried keeping cool, but anger still arose. Sookie crossed her arms. "Same could be said to you.." Sookie snapped. Pam nearly started cracking up. Just a glare shown. "I live here..". she simply replied to the aggravating waitress. Sookie felt defeated. "Oh...well wheres Eric?", she got to the point, she hated talking to sarcastic bitch. Pam shrugged. "How the hell should I know.,,i thought he was with you..,kissing your ass.." she shot coldly Sookie fumed once again. "I dont know what I have done to you to make you as psycho as Lorena and Debbie, but your pissy attitude needs to stop...or..." Pam was just about ready to rip Sookie's head off. "Or what?" Sookie stepped forward. "Imma have to kill you..." Pam's fangs extracted. "I would like to see you fucking try, you slut!" Sookie still had the bat as she swung at Pam. She hit her dully on the head. Pam grunted, holding on to her head. She then pounced on Sookie, making Sookie once again land on the hissed as she grabbed Sookie by her floral printed collared blouse. "You are gonna wish you never stepped foot into Fangtasia with ...oh whoops i mean his Travesty.." Pam mused. Sookie kicked Pam in the groin, surprised by her own moves, and her acute attempts on getting Pam off of her. Pam rolled on the cold black floor. Her golden ponytail, messing up in shuffled strands. "Stupid bitch!" Pam screamed as she grabbed Sookie, smacking her. Sookie rolled them both over as she yanked Pam's ponytail. Pam wailed her arms about, gripping Sookie's arms roughly, impaling her nails into Sookie's tanned complexion. Sookie cried out in pain. Both rolled violently repeatedly on the floor. Beating the hell out of each other. Sookie finally let her beams of light push Pam off, and made her soar across the bar, her back breaking the glass and wine bottles. Pam got up from the bar. The neon lights flickered from her harsh impact, falling against the glass. Her fangs gleamed white in the dark. Sookie could only see flickering and a very pissed off Pam. A blur occured as soon as Pam pounced from her perch , her raging blue swirled orbs was the only thing Sookie could see...