The Dead never die
Disclaimer: Hey ya! You know the drill, I don't own any characters from MK: D.A
Chapter 1
Scorpion's body laid still, cold and dead on the rocky ground. His blood was flung around the arena after his last battle, staining the little grass that was left and the rocks that circled the area. His eyes had lost their fiery glow and remained pitch black. His yellow vest was slashed to bits; his pants were now fashioned into newly shaped black and red shorts. There were numerous cuts and wounds located around the spectre's body, small amount of blood flooding from each wound and mainly the giant slash from the right side of the shoulder to the left hip, luckily his inners didn't escape.
The wind around the arena started to pick up. The trees and the grass that surrounded the area blew in the gentle wind, but became harsh as the wind picked up. Numerous winds blew from every corner directly over scorpion, which caused a miss-shape mini tornado of dust and blood to slowly form. In the mist of the wind a chilling dreaded scream could be heard, growing louder and louder echoing from every direction.
The clouds grew grey, like murky water and change into dark storm clouds, just like in the fallen spectre's eyes. There came harsh sounds of thunder just like a major storm expect without the rain. Suddenly, strange bolts of red lighting strike the body, consuming it with electricity and causing the body to slightly twitch as the lighting fuelled the electrical impulses in the body. Suddenly the shriek became ear piercing as the spectre's body suddenly burst into flames, which more screams were heard echoing through the air.
The spectre's vest and pants slowly remade themselves from shredded bits to what they were original, in perfectly made conditions. The bloody wounds and cuts slowly healed up, leaving no visible scar.
With a burst of fire that appeared from the clouds, which entered the spectre's eyes like water, the darkness disappeared and the normal fiery glow appeared. The spectre slowly raised himself onto his lower back, using his arms as support. The spectre rubbed his head and stood up, adjusting his ninja uniform and dust himself off.
"Reanimation…What a bitch!" the spectre cursed, finishing off his body check. As he was about to move off to seek revenge against his foe, his body was engulfed in flame as he was sent back to Hell by 'Hell fire express'
Scorpion appeared from the fire rien sky and fall along some jagged cliff faces and sharp rocks that slashed and pierced his skin. Although it did nothing to him physically as he was already dead and his emotions were never seen so it could never be told if he was indeed hurt. As soon as Scorpion retain focus he slowly got onto his feet, by doing so he felt a slight sensation of pain which had the only purpose of torturing him about being dead.
"Hey you! … Scorpion!" a voice rang through the air, sounding very rough and harsh which gave him the quick guess that whoever it was, was a demon.
Scorpion peered to his left where he saw a vast number of monsters, dead warriors like himself, demons and half demons alike rushing or flying over an old looking stone bridge over a vast lake of lava. The supports for the bridge itself was made of stone pillars and some of them where almost out of place which could cause the bridge to fall, which wouldn't be the first time. And right next to him was a huge hairy looking monster/beast with two grey looking horns appearing out the back of its head, staring at him with a half shocked expression.
"What do you want?" the spectre asked harshly. The beast gave a grave look that he hoped would frighten scorpion, but failed to do so as scorpion couldn't showed his fear, even if he was.
"You right arm!" the beast indicated pointing to Scorpion's arm that appeared to be twisted round and laying down his back. "Doesn't that hurt?" the beast asked. Straight away he could tell that this demon was apparently stupid, it only takes a dumb ass comment like that to tell him. But as seeing so many new faces in Hell, he guessed it was it's first time down here.
"I don't feel anything anymore!" scorpion replied fixing his arm back into its proper joint, he bones cracking together as they join perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. "And if it does hurt, only to torment me" Scorpion cracked his neck before venturing forward through the crowd, ignoring the beast all together.
"Jarred!" The spectre growled, kicking the double stone doors in.
Scorpion had made it past all those other monsters, demons and dead folk quiet quickly and easy for a spectre. Upon entering the quite large room, he was greeted with a fierce, wild flame that appeared from the centre of the room. The flame flickered towards the spectre and started to burn him. Scorpion, who had experience this same ordeal many times before, simply proceeded even though he was still BBQ.
"Well look what Death just dragged in!" a sharp and harsh voice joked as Scorpion walked up to the main stone desk. The room was mostly open space, the only other thing were the seven demons behind desks in the back. Scorpion peered down (he is still on fire) at the very small imp that occupied the main desk's seat. "It's our body hogging pal Scorpion!"
A/N: The Imp is three feet high, with pink to purple skin. He has wings and his legs are slightly bent. He is also wearing a cricket's cap with the green visor.
Jarred, the pesky imp was as bad and annoying as they come, and not very much of them existed. He always talked big, but lack the potential to actually carry anything out. No one really understood how such an annoying peep squeak was raised up to such a high position of power. Everyone thought the closest Jarred would get would be the Cerberus cleaners, a messy job for such a dirty rat.
"I need another body Jarred, and fast!" The spectre growled, trying to keep this simple and straight to the point, for such a dumb creature.
"Hold on there, Scorps!" Jarred halted the spectre, with an evil grin. Scorpion narrowed his eyes. The nickname that Jarred had given him was stupid and lowed his reputation among the dead warriors. "You know the rules! We can't just give you a body! What happen to the last five?!"
"Ambushed and mainly over powered!" Scorpion thought. "…But why should this fag know! It matters nothing to him!"
"That's none of your business! Just give me what I want!" Scorpion insisted, slamming his burning fist into the desk. The fire that was burning fused with his fiery soul and combined a ten-foot battle flame aura.
"Okay! Okay!" Jarred screamed as the stone desk somehow caught on fire. Scorpion calm down, standing tall with his hands by his side, having a half smile behind his mouth covers. Jarred frown and leap onto the desktop his little wings slowing his decent while throwing his hat to the side. "First of all… get rid of that flame! It hard enough already that I have to look at you!"
"But of course…" The flame disappeared from the spectre's skin, having not destroy or damage his uniform or skin.
Jarred straighten out his bent legs, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable but only for a short while. With his legs outstretched and with the aid of the table, he just stood at the same level as the spectre. Jarred could cleverly see the fire that lived in those eyes burn and saw no traces of his soul, knowing full well the spectre lost his long ago.
"Man your ugly up close!"
"Just get this over with!"
"You know if Uno up stairs finds out about this… he'll have my hide on his doorstep!" Jarred warned raising a finger to the spectre. Again scorpion smiled as if he had planned that from the start.
"I wouldn't have anyone else in such a position" Scorpion replied. Jarred started to boil over from the already intents heat, gripping his hands into fist. "And when HE sends for me… I'll be sure to say hello!"
"Enough!" Jarred shouted stepping closer, his eyes forced into the spectre's glare. "Get out of my sight!" Jarred raised his pointing finger and his rude finger up near his head and poked Scorpion square in the eyes.
Scorpion for the first time was sent backwards in pain while being in hell. Scorpion stumbled back until he fall down the long shaft, where that wild flame rose from when he entered the room. His scream was heard as he fall, the sound of his voice fading as he continually fall into the boiling hot shaft, just like dropping a stone down a very long well. After a nearly thirty seconds of falling his cries disappear and silent was all that was left.