A/N: Decided to type up a quick fic about Mileena and Kitana out of pure boredom. This chapter is told from Mileena's POV, with the next chapter in Kitana's. The third and final chapter will be the climactic reunion.

Enjoy.


Kitana, the royal Edenian princess... Flawless in every way...

The blue-garbed bitch is no other than my dear, lovely sister... A perfect woman I was cloned from.

She's so gorgeous and perfect that it sickens me! I can never stop thinking about her and how her mere existence makes me feel. It makes me want to kill myself sometimes, actually.

It is such a burden to share similarities, although she is more perfect than I am and will ever be. I can't fathom this mind-boggling emotion. I believe it is called envy. Or hate.

Or even resentment. Hell, I can use all three.

There are many things I dislike about Kitana. I cannot even name them all without going into a rant. What makes it more bothersome is the fact that I can read her thoughts... Those pure, compassionate, happy thoughts. It's disgusting to me how one can feel such absurd emotions!

She's beautiful and delicate. She cares for the well-being of her allies and fights for peace alongside the Forces of Light. Pure perfection in every possible way.

Unlike me. I am just hideous and stuck this way. It makes me feel terrible at times, to the point where I cry and go into a serious manic episode and break or kill anyone or anything around me.

But not her. She cries, but it's for other reasons. Pathetic reasons I would rather not elaborate.

My sister is many things: regal, classy, authentic, and yet very deadly if the time calls for it. Dark, long, silky hair that gracefully sways behind her with every brisk movement she makes. The bitch is perfect. She even has what I never will: a normal face.

Everyone regards Kitana as the most beautiful woman in all the realms, yet here I am, hating this wretched woman for it. Compared to the Edenian princess, I am nothing more than her shadow. That's all I will ever be.

I may physically resemble my dear sister in most ways, but underneath this magenta veil lies the truth. Kitana has plush lips that form one of the most beautiful smiles. She can go out without a mask. Even if she has one on, she's always going to be beautiful.

Me? I'm stuck with a permanent, monstrous grin that breaks mirrors every time I look into them. I cannot leave the palace without my veil, as my marred visage is my main insecurity. I feel ugly without it.

Then again, I am ugly. Even if I have firm bosoms and a taut body that rivals most Earthrealm women, I still lack a beautiful face. And I scare anyone who sees me unmasked. Because of a damned emotion called fear, I kill anyone who sees my unmasked face without remorse. I devour them.

My face is my main flaw, and the fucked up part of it all is that it is not my fault. It's my sister's. Maybe if she and I were one hundred percent identical, things would be different.

Maybe. I will never know. Part of me is curious, however.

When I first met Kitana in Shang Tsung's Flesh Pits shortly after my birth, I didn't even want to fight her. I was only trying to be nice, actually. But no, she saw my unmasked face and freaked out. She even denied me as her sister, calling me a monstrosity.

Those words cut me deep to the core, so naturally I got very angry and decided to fight her. But, of course, the bitch defeated me. Everything between she and I had been very tense ever since. We never bonded, and there were times where I wanted to kill her myself. However, I would just let it go for the time being. There were better things to focus on other than some spoiled rotten princess.

Those feelings of envy and resentment always resurfaced when Shao Khan would pick favorites. He always treated the prissy bitch better than me. It was always "Kitana this, Kitana that." Not once in my short life have I ever been shown any form of appreciation. That is why I hated Kitana so much.

She was always put before me when it came to our father, our emperor. But then Kitana defected, after falling in love with that pathetic monk, Liu Kang. That is when everything went downhill for her.

Even now, after all these years, I still loathe her with every fiber of my being. Until I personally murder her and chew her flawless face with my Tarkatan fangs, savoring her blood with every bite, I will not feel a sense of resolve.

But sometimes I wonder if it would change things if I did kill her... She has people who love her. They see her as a matriarch. Even our mother, Sindel, cares about her.

I, on the other hand, have nothing.

Oddly enough, the white-haired queen was actually kind to me when she was still under that mind controlling spell. She thought I was her daughter, and treated me as such. Deep down, though, I knew it was only because I chose to kill in Kahn's name.

Sindel made me feel different, like I was a good person. I knew that I was nothing but an abomination of pure evil, so I couldn't accept affection. It was something I was not used to, so in confusion, I pushed her away.

I just couldn't allow myself to get close to the empress, because I suspected that she would eventually come to her senses and reject me like her biological daughter did. I was not her daughter. I was not Kitana.

Regardless of that, I couldn't get close to anyone, even if that broken part of me wanted someone who would understand my inner turmoil. I was alone in this world.

All because of my existence.

It feels horrible to be unwanted, but that is my Edenian side that gives me these confusing emotions. I am twisted and I cannot remain docile for long, due to my Tarkatan side constantly thirsting for blood. For death. For violence.

But my Edenian side still has that unrealistic hope that maybe things can change. Even at my worst, I still have that unwelcome sense of optimism...