Thank you for clicking on my Story! This is part one of my short crossover between MK and Prototype.

I do not own the rights to the character Alex Mercer of the Prototype franchise, nor do I own the right's to Scorpion of the Mortal Kombat franchise.

Without further adieu...


Scorpion vs. Mercer (rated T+)

"I have found him…he thought he could hide. He is NOT a warrior…"

Scorpion had been tracking his prey for some time now, it had taken the form of an innocent, but this ninja cannot be fooled. Stepping off the 10 story building from which he spied, Scorpion entered the open air in a free fall to the ground below. Moments before impact, the Scorpion seemingly shift out, and then back into our reality. With a discernible thud, he shook the ground upon touchdown. The concrete split beneath him.

The by-standers who saw the impossible feat, fled for their lives in all directions. Chaos ensued as the Scorpion recovered from his landing and began making his way towards his victim. "The monster will die this day," he began, "for nothing can stand against the sting of the Scorpion."

A seemingly innocent man, he stood there petrified in the gaze of the yellow clad warrior. The 'monster' Scorpion was referring to had taken the form of this unassuming figure, but now the guise was no longer needed. Dropping the charade, Mercer appeared. Like the shedding of snake-skin, the form of the innocent fell from his body. The innocent man was transformed in to the virus, the Mercer, the bringer of death.

His walk became a jog. His jog became a run. Drawing his blade, Scorpion was now in an undead sprint towards his opponent who stood in stillness, unafraid of the incoming onslaught. Leaping into the air, Scorpion attacked, his foot extending into the face of Mercer. The few on-lookers who hadn't fled, gawked at the ensuing bout. In the heart stopping moment where foot met face, they could feel the impact through the air even at the 50 foot distance where they hid.

Mercer took the blow, his face reeling back from the hit. Scorpion leapt from his face and entered into a flurry of attacks punching and kicking his opponent at will. Mercer tried to dodge and counter his attacks, but the warrior was too fast and was seemingly one step ahead. In a furious display of power, Mercer stepped back, finally dodging the ninja's assault. His foot now 2 inches into the concrete, Mercer dug in, and unloaded a punch on Scorpion that sent him flying back in to the abandoned cars 50 feet away.

An innocent, who hid behind one of the cars, was sent flying through the air from Scorpion's impact. More screams could be heard in the distance.

The ninja rose from his coffin of broken glass and twisted metal. His body was racked with pain, but was able to still function, shown as he lifted himself from the wreckage. Digging an impaled rod from his now exposed thigh, he casted it aside onto the street.

Mercer's blow was surprisingly strong, but strength alone will not stop him.

Mercer looked on as the yellow warrior detached himself from the now wrecked car. Scorpion's attacks served as little more that a nuisance to Mercer, who now was ready to let loose on this would be assassin. Readying himself, Mercer jumped and glided through the air with a deafening silence.

As the bloody, metal rod clanged on the ground, Scorpion raised his gaze to meet Mercer's as the monster was headed directly for him. In a split second, Mercer was upon the ninja, but in that split second, the ninja was gone. Mercer hit the car and a massive explosion erupted from it sending shrapnel in all directions. Mercer recovered from the explosive dive with an unnatural resilience just as the ninja reappeared above him; he was upon Mercer once again.

Scorpion's attack this time was more calculated than before. No longer just attacking the monster with reckless abandonment, he read Mercer's body language and anticipated his every move. Each sword swipe dug in and cut away flesh. The dirty concrete became transformed into bloody, flesh ridding pavement in a matter of moments. Mercer was being driven back.

Mercer's human arms were insufficient for the task at hand. With a thought they transformed, and took the form of 2 four-foot blades as he swung and slashed at his attacker. Each slash was to no avail; the warrior was like a wrath, as each of Mercer's killing blows seemingly passed straight through him.

Finally the assassin dug his foot into Mercer's face once again, and leapt straight up into the air, ascending to a height of 30 feet.

Annoyed at the warrior's attacks, Mercer recovered from his reeling state, and reached up to grab the ninja. His arm transforming from blade to living tendril, Mercer would have this warrior, and kill him for his transgressions.

As if on cue, Scorpion readied his sword, preparing for his finishing attack. The tendril was close and his inevitable impaling was at hand. The tendril made contact. Mercer could feel the soft tissue. But just as before, the ninja was gone leaving Mercer's attack to hit nothing but open air.

The ninja reappeared this time 20 feet way. Still in the air, the yellow warrior's foot made contact with Mercer's tentacle as he race towards his prize. In and out of reality, Scorpion's decent hastened until his sword met with mercer's face, impaling him through the nasal cavity, and driving him into the road beneath them.

The ground shook as the back of Mercer's head was planted into the now cratered concrete road. Stillness and silence covered the once bustling city street, and then Mercer's tentacle hit the ground like a dead 30 foot snake. Pleased with his work, Scorpion stood and withdrew his sword. With a swift downward slash, all the blood and brain matter flew off the sword and on to the broken ground. Scorpion sheathed his sword.

"The deed is done. Now to collect my reward…"

Scorpion had turned and taken 3 steps when the 30 foot snake began to wriggle and convulse. He froze, and then turned. Mercer was standing in the small crater, Scorpion watched as the monster's face mended itself back to its pre-impaled state. This fight was far from over.

Drawing his sword once again, Scorpion readied himself of his next assault just as a tentacle erupted from the earth and ensnared him.

"I welcome death, but it never comes…"

In a flash Mercer was on the ninja.

Mercer punched through the tentacle and into his helpless victim. He withdrew his bloody hand from the un-dead warrior. The damaged tentacle shook, and popped, and Scorpion's body simply fell to the ground. At the mercy of the monster, Scorpion could do nothing as he was punted into the air, sent careening in through the 6th story window of a bank down the block.

Scorpion landed in a broken heap. After a moment of nothingness he stirred, and slowly, and un-surely, rose to his feet. Exposed bone and flesh protruded from his body. His face, his legs, his chest all were torn and broken from the fall and the monsters blows. He could barely move. Within moments the building shook again as Mercer was now standing at the mouth of the NEW window.

Slowed, but far from finished, Scorpion moved to attack, but Mercer moved faster. At will, the monster sliced and slashed the un-dead ninja. Scorpion was using all his strength just to avoid the death blows, but he was still receiving too many of Mercer's glancing kill shots. Had he been a living warrior, this fight would have been over long ago.

Flesh and bone splintered from his body as Mercer was enjoying his kill. The death-blow coming, Scorpion mustered his strength and in a flash phased through the attack. Reappearing a few feet to Mercer's side, in the mouth on the new window, Scorpion raised his hand and a rift appeared outside of the bank. Preparing himself to enter through the portal, Mercer rushed him, tackling him out the gaping hole in the building.

The 2 fighters momentarily hung in space as they entered through the portal, upon entering, it quickly shut behind them.

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