In the flesh pits, the sorcerer Shang Tsung stood over a wooden table with the body of a women laying on it. She was very lean, a strong and athletic but at the same time very womanly body, with the curves that would make most women envious and nearly all men fill with desire. It was a testament to Shang Tsung's discipline, or maybe his lack arousal to such things; he had after all seen the naked bodies of many women in this bloody place, most recently that of Mileena. Either way, he was able to have the woman's top down with her incredible and large breasts fully exposed and still work diligently. Of course, he did have his hands buried in her chest and arranging arteries.
"My patience is wearing thin Shang Tsung." Someone said behind him in a deep voice.
"I am done now my emperor, all that remains is for you to use your power to bring her to life." Shang Tsung said.
"Good, give it to me." Shao Kahn ordered.
Out of a box Shang Tsung pulled a human heart out of a pool of blood. He held it to Shao Kahn, and the emperor raised his hand and greenish energy left from his hand into the heart. After a few moments, the heart started to beat. Shao Kahn smiled widely.
"Thousands of bodies..." Shao Kahn said, looking towards the piles of bones littering the room.
Shang Tsung placed the heart into the woman's chest cavity.
"All the blood of the warriors that have been slain in my conquests of the realms, all that power in one being."
The arteries joined together with the beating heart, and the incision joined back together, healing completing.
"My new fighter, my new killer, Skarlet."
The woman's eyes snapped open, with red eyes full of sudden life, blood pumping furiously through her body.
"She is breathing properly, and her body is able to hold it's shape on it's own." Shang Tsung said, touching her shoulder.
The moment his hand touched her skin, it was like the entire sensation was felt all over her body. Her immediate response to this was aggression, and she grabbed the sorcerer's hand and flipped him over the table. Immediately after she leapt from the table onto the ground, weary of the massive man with the skull face looming over her.
"What is this sorcerer?" Shao Kahn asked, approaching Skarlet.
"I don't know!"
"I am your emperor girl, your creator. I command you to stop, now!" Shao Kahn demanded.
Skarlet's response was to leap at him in an attempt to attack. Shao Kahn merely used his surprising speed to back hand her onto the ground, and then grabbing her by her red and slightly black hair and pulling her head back. Skarlet clawed at his hand in pain.
"You dare! Submit now or I will break you myself." Shao Kahn threatened.
While Kahn easily ignored the pain of her nails scratching his hand, she managed to draw blood which now spread on her hand. She absorbed it through her own skin and instantly felt her power grow. Skarlet turned her body into pure blood, and she slipped from Shao Kahn's grasp and re materialized behind him. The large man turned to her and created his deadly war hammer from a flash of green light.
"This is your last chance Skarlet." Kahn grumbled.
Skarlet realized that the emperor was an opponent far too powerful for her to defeat, and so she quickly retreated up the stairs. Kahn stood, shaking with anger. Shang Tsung wearily approached him.
"My emperor.."
"Find her, stop her, and salvage what you can."
Shang Tsung bowed his head and made toward the stairs.
"And Shang Tsung," Kahn said.
The sorcerer stopped in his tracks, turning his head only slightly to give Kahn his attention.
"For every day I need to wait for you to repair her, I will take a piece of you as compensation." Kahn threatened.
Shang Tsung started climbing the stairs again, much more quickly this time. The emperor would enjoy carrying out his threat, probably even if he recovered Skarlet intact.
Despite wearing high heels and running, Skarlet moved silently. The exertion made her heart pound furiously, making her blood run and stimulating her entire body. She didn't know where she was, only that her name was Skarlet apparently. She stopped just short of the bend around the corner and pressed up against the wall. She took a sharp breath at the coldness of the stone, her body found every smooth face and chipped crack. She listened closely, two different voices echoed from the hall, and they were getting closer. She waited. She heard each heavy step, every inhale and exhale of breath, she even slightly smelled the sweat.
Skarlet breathed heavily but quietly through her mask. The sounds of the approaching footsteps boomed in her tuned ears, and her entire body tensed with anticipation as her blood started racing. The moment she saw the tip of a boot pass the corner, she came around the wall like a bat out of hell, and the ferocity of a predator. She delivered a quick and debilitating neck strike beneath the armor of one target, making him reach for his throat and unable to breath. She turned to the other man, who had yet to react to the lightning quick attack, and punched him straight in the face, disorienting him. Skarlet kicked him in the stomach,pushing him against the wall. She then grabbed the hilt of the other man's sword and in one swift motion pulled it from the scabbard and cut him across the leg. As that man fell to his knees, she spun and impaled the other through the stomach, then pulled it out and delivered a fatal cut across the kneeling man's back. Skarlet turned back to the man she had stabbed, he was sitting against the wall with his blood pouring out of his wound. He would be dead in moments, but he was still conscience. Skarlet brought the sword back and slashed him across the throat, and his blood came splattering onto her belly and legs.
Skarlet waited and let the sprinkler of warm blood coat her lower body. The thrill of combat left her high on sensation. The hard impact of her punch and kick, the feeling and warmth of flesh upon flesh, the hot stickiness and wetness of the blood hitting her skin and seeping beneath her thong, down her thighs and into her boots. She ran her hand up her thigh and her slim belly, coating her fingers in the blood. The blood was absorbed through her skin and she felt the energy lost from the fight return to her, and then some. Gripping the sword tightly in her hand, she walked down the rest of the hall towards the entrance of a huge room, with stone pillars reaching to the ceiling. A huge throne sat at the end of it. Skarlet jumped to attention when she heard loud giggling.
"My my, what is this, my new sister?" Mileena said, stepping out of the shadows.
Skarlet held the sword in a battle stance, and she cautiously circled around Mileena, who did the same. Mileena seemed much more lax, walking haughtily with her hands on her hips as she looked Skarlet up and down.
"No, not a sister. You look too different. Hmmmm, but you are a pretty one. I like the hair, and those eyes, the red against the white really draws me in!" Mileena said like she wasn't aware Skarlet was ready to kill her.
Skarlet remained silent, she was much more weary of this woman than the two guards she had killed. Mileena's expression suddenly turned ugly.
"But that outfit, it definitely shows off the good stuff but it leaves little too the imagination. What do you think Reptile?". Mileena asked towards the doors.
To Skarlet's surprise, the doors closed by themselves. Then the air around them started to warp as something humanoid in shape appeared out of thin air.
"I think she looks delicious." Reptile said.
"Down boy, Shang Tsung insisted that we leave her as intact as possible. It'll mean so much to father." Mileena stopped circling.
With Reptile on one side of her, and Mileena on the other, Skarlet opted to attack Mileena first. Shang Tsung watched from the shadows, and he wasn't pleased. He had instructed Reptile and Mileena to try and avoid killing Skarlet, but Skarlet had no qualms with trying to kill them. After only five minutes of fighting, it was clear that Skarlet was winning. Using her sword, she had cut both Reptile and Mileena and their blood empowered her already seemingly superior combat abilities. If his own well being weren't on the line, Shang Tsung may have been proud to see his creation perform so well. Right now however, he hoped the servant completed the task he had given him.
Ermac sat cross legged in the chamber of souls, the place where all the souls within him flowed freely, regaining their power. It was also considered to be Ermac's personal quarters, the place where he came to rest and sleep. Sleep, at least sleep that most people enjoyed, wasn't a neccesity for him. Meditating and letting his minds wander was his way of sleeping. While he did so, he was stuck in a kind of dream state. Hints of the lives of the souls that comprised him nagged at his thoughts. It was like only having a partial recollection of a memory, but a thousand times more intense. Ermac's head moved to and fro like he were reading a book, and beneath his head wraps his face winced, smiled, frowned, and scowled as feelings of pain, happiness, anguish and anger assaulted him. He scowled on his own impulse when a panicking voice interrupted his meditation.
"Ermac! Ermac!" A sweating servant said frantically.
The souls swarming around Ermac poured into him, causing a bright green light to shine out of his body. When all the souls had gathered into his body, and he had imposed his will over them, the light flashed and then disappeared. Ermac stood up and put his glowing gaze on the servant.
"Why have you interrupted our regeneration process?" Ermac's multitude of voices asked with collective annoyance.
"Please forgive me Ermac, but Shang Tsung ordered me to come and alert you to a disaster that is occurring."
"A disaster?" Ermac asked, clearly skeptical of the servants dramatic opinion.
"Yes a disaster, someone is running rampant through the palace after having assaulted Shang Tsung and even the Emperor himself!"
"Who has done this?" Ermac asked with sudden interest.
"A woman, she is in the throne room fighting Reptile and Mileena! Shang Tsung wants...where are you going?"
Ermac hadn't waited to hear the rest. He took off running towards the throne room, then used his telekinetic powers to properl himself through the air. One woman causing so much trouble, and fending off Mileena and Reptile alone, it was almost inconceivable. Then again, he knew well the power of some women, if Jade and Kitana were any evidence when they served the emperor.
Green and red blood sparingly covered Skarlet's body. None of her attacks had been fatal, but every drop of blood empowered her. Mileena and Reptile cautiously kept their distance from Skarlet.
"She's tougher than she looks." Reptile stated.
"I think it would be easier just to cut off her legs. She's still alive, and we get to finaly have some fun." Mileena said while drawing her sais.
"No!" Shang Tsung pleaded.
"I'm not letting this bitch keep having her fun sorcerer, she doesn't play well with others." Mileena said angrily.
The doors to the throne room burst open to reveal Ermac on the other side, green energy emanating from his hand. He strode into the throne room confidently in a way that invited a confrontation.
"Mileena, Reptile, stand down. We will take it from here." Ermac stated.
"Like hell you will!" Mileena challenged defiantly.
"Indeed he shall." Shao Kahn said as he entered the throne room with four heavily armed guards.
The emperor walked towards his throne and sat down in it, with the four guards taking up positions aroun the room. Reptile immediately conceded to his words, and moved off to the side.
"Father, your just in time to watch me turn her into a pincushion." Mileena said cheerfully.
"From what I can see, Skarlet has proved more than a match for you. Ermac shall deal with here now."
"But I can..."
"Mileena, I will not repeat myself again." Shao Kahn stated with authority.
Mileena reluctantly removed herself from the fight, taking the time to hiss at Skarlet once more. Skarlet turned to Ermac despite being surrounded by potential enemies.
"Will you submit, Skarlet?" Ermac asked.
Skarlet's answer was to run towards him with a flurry of slashes. Ermac quickly dodged each one, swaying back and forth. He countered her by catching her hands as she tried to cut him, and infused his fist with telekinetic energy so that he when he punched the flat of the blade, it snapped in half. Skarlet quickly adapted and planted her feet against his mid section, pushing off and pulling her hands free at the same time. She backflipped and landed gracefully, and then slid across the ground on a streak of blood, charging Ermac. Ermac instinctively met her charge with his own telekinetic push. He proved the stronger and Skarlet was thrown backwards, landing hard on the ground.
"Submit Skarlet!" Ermac demanded.
Still laying on the ground, Skarlet grabbed the blade of her broken sword and melted away as her body turned into blood. She reappeared in the air and came down on a surprised Ermac, who threw his hands up in response. Ermac felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He had managed to catch Skarlet's arms, but the blade had cut into his shoulder. He also realized that Skarlet had her legs wrapped around his waist, and she was pressed up against him tightly. Skarlet's own hand was bleeding because the blade cut into it, but if anything she was growing stronger. She pulled the blade out of his shoulder and aimed it towards his neck, and she tried hard to stab him. The both of them grunted in exertion, and Skarlet pressed herself against him tighter and squeezed her legs around him harder so that he couldn't pull her off. Ermac used all his strength to hold her arms away, but as the both of them bled, Skarlet moved the blade closer and closer to his throat.
The two of them couldn't help but stare into each others eyes. Ermac's glowing green eyes reflected in her pupils surrounded by her red irises. For some unexplained reason, Ermac found it harder to concentrate. The souls within him seemed, as best as he could describe it, excited.
Skarlet's body was going ballistic. Every scrape of Ermac's clothing against her chest and belly, every move of his waist against her legs and hips, the touch of his fingers wrapped around her wrists. Almost impossibly, her blood raced faster, all of her sensation was increased tenfold. She was searching his glowing green eyes, almost lost in it.
Shang Tsung watched the two of them fight with a lot of interest. He noticed the change in both their demeanors. They were both still fighting, undeniably, but something else came up between them. If Ermac defeated her, he would need to investigate this.
"You have one...last chance." Ermac warned.
Skarlet just blinked and leaned in more, their faces were close to touching and the blade was almost against Ermac's throat. Telekinetic energy gathered at Ermac's feet and he was launched into the air, carrying a surprised Skarlet with him. Once they were fifteen feet in the air, Ermac cut off the lift and they plummeted to the ground, Skarlet landing first and becoming dislodged from the impact. Skarlets vision was blurry from the head trauma, but she felt someone grab her by the throat before her vision cleared. Ermac stood over her, with one of his fist reared back and surrounded by telekinetic energy.
"Finish her Ermac." Shao Kahn ordered.
Ermac looked to the Emperor in hesitation. Then he felt something on his hand. Skarlet's hand was placed over his where he held her throat, and she raised her other hand over her face in surrender.
"I, submit." Skarlet said.
Her voice was deep for a lady, but also womanly. Ermac could only blink in response. He looked again to Shao Kahn. The emperor looked to be deep in thought. After a few moments he waived his guards over to them.
"Well done Ermac, I can always rely on you. Shang Tsung!"
The sorcerer approached Shao Kahn with his head bowed.
"Yes my..."
"Have Skarlet locked in the dungeon. I want you to learn why she would not listen and fix it. Soon."
Shang Tsung bowed more and then joined the guards. Ermac stood up and half extended his hand to Skarlet, assuming to help her up. He received looks from the guards and Shang Tsung and quickly brought his hand back. He wasn't sure himself why he did that. The guards and Shang Tsung led Skarlet away, and Ermac's souls started to calm down. He himself felt an odd sense of longing.
This is an idea that I've wanted to do for awhile. I wanted to wait until I had finished my other stories, but I'm an impatient son of a bitch. Fair warning, things may or may not get a little x rated in later chapters. Read, review, and enjoy.