AN::: Well I guess before you read this I should say some stuff…. This is based somewhat on the first movie, the first two games, and my over active Scorpion obsession haha.
Disclaimer:: I grew up on this game, and I love it like I love my non existent children, But I digress haha, I do not own Mortal Kombat, Just the games but like I never came up with the wonderful idea for the game…
I wish I owned the rights to Mortal Kombat though, that's why its called a dream hahaha!
ANYWAYS! On with the story!
I never loved… Not until her…. And after her.. Love escaped my vocabulary…. Hell, I was never meant to love… That's why she was taken away from me… To take this pain away, I was willing to give my soul Shang Tsung… Even though I feel as though, it wasn't really mine to give…
I guess you're wondering who I am talking about… Her… Saia… She was a mortal who had the unfortunate luck in coming into my realm. My clan accepted her, and I was to train her… It was like teaching a new born to speak… But soon she caught on… And soon, those beautiful brown eyes looked up to me as more then a sensei.. But I would not allow myself to fall in for her… I was a warrior after all… A proud elite Ninja… I had no time for love… What was the point of that primitive emotion anyways… But I found myself giving in to her smile.. Her eyes…. That is one thing the women in our clan lacked… That radiant color in their eyes.. Hers were a deep brown color… They showed innocents, purity… The look of someone who would be as gentle as a rose petal, but as deadly as a cobra…. I guess that's what really drew me in…
Soon, I no longer saw her as my pupil, but as someone who could teach… Teach me that emotion love… But, no matter how much she tried, I refused to show her my true from… So with every kiss she gave, it was though a thin layer of material that covered what would normally be lips…. My cold callused hands would graze her soft supple warm skin… When I would wake up, I'd awake to her soft beautiful face.
Now, I see nothing…. I feel nothing… Why should I? She was killed… Her body, I found in pieces…. Those once admiring, beautiful eyes, were gone…. The warmth I'd feel when I touched her skin was cold…. And the pain… The pain I could not bear….
I guess that's what you mortals call shutting down… I was already dead, why not become mindless as well… I heard the sorcerer Shang Tsung was looking for deadly warriors… What's more deadly than a man with nothing to lose? So I gave him my soul, and in turn he took away my pain, the only issue is that I still feel it… I guess that's my drive when I fight… The more blood that flows, the better… Sure, I still have my memories about her… But I no longer care about that feeling I shared with her. Though I know this happened, It only feels like I'm looking at someone else's memories. And that's how it has been… And this tournament is no different….