Unforgivable.
It was absolutely unforgivable. Such a heinous violation would NOT be tolerated. Arceus would shudder in his slumber for the very thought of the atrocity that had befallen their world.
Palkia roared at his Time Dragon counterpart, baring its teeth. "YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!"
Dialga snarled back in kind, eyes flaring cobalt. "I HAVE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT WHICH CONCERNS YOUR PETTY DIMENSIONS!" he thundered back, doing his best to restrain himself from performing the Roar of Time in his foil's face.
"You allowed Time to be manipulated, and now Space is tearing like foliage to a Scyther's wrath!" Palkia accused. "If you do not take responsibility for your element and the balance, then who shall?"
Dialga thrashed his head indignantly and stamped its feet. "If it were a crime against Time itself, I would have seen to it! Even Arceus will not have foreseen this cataclysm."
"But it has happened and you must FIX it!" Palkia growled. As he stomped forth to tower over Dialga, Spear Pillar's tall crystalline structures rattled and rippled suddenly, but it was not because of the great Spatial Pokémon's steps.
There was a ripple on the fabric of Reality, and a dark, shadowy portal appeared between them and took both Pokémon's attentions. Trailing with wisps of the black matter, spreading his bat-like wings and roaring to announce its entrance, Giratina materialised in his Altered Forme, six legs landing heavily on the floor of Spear Pillar as he faced the rest of his trio.
"Cease your bickering," rumbled the Renegade Pokémon, eyes flashing red. "There is work to be done. Grave circumstances have arisen."
Dialga and Palkia snorted and pawed at the ground as they turned to the Dimension Master. Palkia's eyes flashed and he advanced on Giratina. "Giratina, was Time's distortion the reason for this disaster? Do you speak of the same quarrel?"
Giratina hissed. "Dimensions collided where they never should have, Space is crumbling and Time's course changed to make it happen," he replied. "But cease your petty arguments. Pokémon from this world have been pulled into another that I cannot reach for fear of worsening the rifts between here and their destination. Arceus forbid we allow this to pass. We will fix this, and then you may fight with one another."
"Who is to take the blame for this?" Dialga grumbled aside, beating his tail on the floor moodily.
"Neither of you," Giratina said gruffly. "The instance occurred on the other side, in the other dimension with which we collided with. One from there is to blame."
"May Arceus' Judgement rain down upon them!" Palkia spat, swiping his claws. "I shall trap them in an empty reality of darkness and torture worse than Darkrai's eternal nightmare!"
"Silence!" Giratina roared with such staggering authority at the hot-headed Palkia that he did indeed fall silent. "Enact whatever retribution you may please, but first we must see to rescue our fellow Pokémon from the perils beyond. Would you allow them to suffer because of tardiness by your own anger?"
At this, both Dialga and Palkia stood down, rumbling and grinding their teeth. Giratina gave a contemptuous snort and turned, tail lashing the ground as he returned via its portal from whence he had come. Like Mareep being herded along, Palkia and Dialga followed due suit. Once Dialga's tail had vanished into the wormhole, there was a shudder and the hole closed behind them, leaving Spear Pillar empty.
They emerged in the Distortion World, and both Palkia and Dialga seemed visibly uneasy. This was Giratina's turf, where the antimatter-manipulator dwelt and ruled; they had no place here. Gravity shifted islets in the hazy dark purple air, and the ground underfoot seemed to be conspiring against them. Giratina walked, moving the world in his wake with every six of his steps, Palkia and Dialga following closely behind.
After a while, Giratina reverted into his Origin Forme and took to slithering through the air in order to pick up speed – in this serpentine form with his bristling, claw-like wing-appendages, he seemed to look more natural in the uncanny environment he ruled. Still in the lead, he showed the way to a place deep within his lair, and his counterparts began to grow slightly restless.
"Where do you take us?" Palkia rumbled, fixing its gaze steadily on Giratina.
"I shall show you what you need to see," Giratina responded cryptically. "I shall show you the world beyond the rift."
"And then what? We go forth and hunt down the perpetrator?" Dialga asked on, perhaps sounding a tad too eager.
Giratina seemed to growl in a way that was like an irritated parent talking to impatient children. "No. We shall look. Observe. The both of you, as well as myself, have much work to do to repair the imbalances which you did not see to because of your need to squabble. I think you would find this world very… interesting."
They continued on into the heart of the dimension, into a nexus of shimmering forms and hazy, barely familiar shapes. The path stopped abruptly, leaving a thin walkway of floating land on which Giratina stood at the end of, over what appeared to be an abyss. Palkia and Dialga flanked him, and Giratina flared his eyes before opening his mouth and roaring, a whirlwind spinning into the empty chasm and opening a window before them all.
The world they saw inside the viewing portal was a strange one that seemed to be familiar and yet greatly alien. There was sky, ground, trees and buildings, and Palkia and Dialga were captivated by the sights Giratina was showing them. Gallant and grand temples with sweeping Oriental roofs existed, as well as concrete havens of skyscrapers and wide plains with forests. But as they continued to watch and the images shifted, they began to see that parts of the cityscape were crumbled and smashed like a wild mob of Hydreigon or any other brutally destructive Pokémon had been unleashed. Human inhabitants ran, in fear or just amok, and they witnessed the burning ruins of a temple structure with people outside wailing horribly and beating their chests as they cried for their fallen. Fields and green lands were full of ash and devastated to a point that even Celebi would reel in shock at the work she needed to do on it.
The scene then changed, to a place that looked far worse than just a desecrated civilisation. There was no civilisation, just wild creatures and barren desert with sickly rust-coloured sky. A forest full of living trees with twisted faces so unlike the friendly Sudowoodo and Trevenant they only knew, these barky visages twisted into expressions of agony and bitter rage. They saw glimpses of four-armed creatures like hideous Machamps fighting what looked like half-human, half-Taurus monsters, and then humanoids with sharp teeth and blades coming out of their arms. Clashes, sickening squelches and battle cries were heard by the Legendaries watching, until the panorama mercifully decided to change from the chaos.
The final scene was that of a fiery, dark and brimstone-filled place that Groudon or a Heatran would've fancied as a home. Despite this, it still gave them all a sense of unease as they saw lava pools and fiery pits filled with charred remains of things they didn't wish to identify. Deformed shadows shrieked and danced around the stinking, sulphurous land and the sound of tearing and searing followed their implacable claws. The hellish image soon rippled away without any further elaboration on the terror that lurked in that world, and Giratina was finished. He turned back to them, gaze boring into the Temporal and Spatial Pokémon evocatively.
"Those were the places where the Pokémon have been pulled into?" Dialga queried.
Giratina nodded gravely. "And thankfully no further. That world is a strange world of six 'realms', so it is alleged. The separate scenes of the ruined, the conflicting and the fire pits were three of them. The rescue parties needn't look farther than those in order to find them."
"So… there are already parties looking and gathering?" Palkia asked.
Giratina nodded once more. "Our concerns lie with repairing the damage before anything else. But you needed to see the state and gravity of the situation. We shall investigate the places further after our duties are done. Is that clear?"
Palkia and Dialga looked at one another, and then to Giratina. "Yes," they boomed in unison.
Giratina looked out to where the images had been floating, seeming to test the air with a huff, a tease of his portal-making breath. "They are dangerous worlds for normal Pokémon, but for any Legendary it should be reasonable to tackle. The recovery teams are organised and efficient; they should round up any of the lost before harm can be done, hopefully."
Palkia thought about the alien world they had witnessed terrible glimpses of, and imagined vulnerable Pokémon wandering around in them without knowing what to do until a search party found them. He hurred. "What, pray, may those worlds be called, if any at all?" he rumbled out.
Giratina inclined his head, flexing his many 'wings'. "The worlds themselves, the 'realms', have separate names. As of now, the teams have recovered many from the last two, respectively named Outworld and the Netherrealm; the most perilous ones. Only the place of the first image is left to scour and incidentally, I suspect the cataclysm may have originated from there." Giratina's eyes flashed and his neck craned his head lower.
"Earthrealm."
AN (as of 7 June 2015): Just did a little bit of cleaning up on some of these early chapters, but no massive rewrites.
Anyway, thank you readers new and old for starting to read Breaking Fate! Since the blurb is a little ambiguous about what sort of story this is, let me explain what I hope to do and what to expect in here:
This story takes place after Mortal Kombat 9 and takes an AU course of the events after that – keep in mind I started to write and plan this a long time before Mortal Kombat X came out, so new characters and plotlines from that game will likely not appear (unless I really change my mind). It will mainly focus on the MK side of things with Pokémon thrown into the mix to see how events might turn out with their interference. Things might be considerably lighter and softer with the Mons around, but of course fight scenes are inevitable and some of the scenes I have written and thought up for later might not fit the initial K+ rating I got at the moment. There will be the occasional light-hearted moment mixed with the drama and action anyway.
Also, just as a warning, I have no beta reader so I am a complete amateur noob at all this fanfiction and grammar thing. If there are mistakes or inconsistencies, do feel free to tell in the reviews or on PM.