Disclaimer:
I do not own Mortal Kombat, Mythologies or any other data you might recognise, they belong to their respective owners only and I borrow them for this Fanfiction.
I do own my Own Characters and this Fanfiction called Mortal Kombat: Heart of Gold, Soul of Silver.

Warning:
Rated M
Includes massive bloodshed, violence, gore, erotic scenes, sex, etc., etc.
Plot includes MK 1-8 (9+10), movies, cartoons, etc. some of it used at my own peril.


I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time"

- The Calling, Wherever you will go -


„No! Mina!"

A desperate voice yelled, only seconds later he recognised it as his own.
But he did n´t care. All he could see was that deep dent in the wall, that pile of rubble on the floor and among them her tattered body clothed in white.
Before he knew it he was flashing across the wide hall next to her, her chest rising ever so slightly wincing with every breath she took.
He crouched down and gingerly cupped her head in his powerful hand, trying not to hurt her too much with his actions.
Her dizzying blue eyes looked at him heavily, he could see the life fading fast from her.

„Why?"

He choked out, only vaguely making out the other lifeforms in this room, all of them alive, heavily wounded, yes, but still alive.
All he could see now was her trembling form on the Ground blood oozing out of her fresh open wounds and her mouth. He gave the blame for this disaster only to himself.
If he had n´t had gone on an absolutely unattainable quest, if he had just stayed right here with her, like she had begged him to, she would have not been wounded, she would not have lied in his arms right now at the brink of death.
She should hate him for his stupidity, he would n´t dream of blaming her for that.
If she had the strength to punch him square in the face she should have done so, he would n´t blame her. Truth to be told he could n´t blame her, it was all his fault.
He had tempted with time, he should be the one lying there in a bloody mess, not her.
So why? Why was it that she did n´t punch him, scream at him to leave her the hell alone but instead smiled at him?
Her gaze was soft and her smile gentle, while her breath was staggered and heavy.

„It is all right", she wheezed, her voice sounding tired, „you know Raiden", again she took a break, he did not dare to interrupt her, to afraid of what could happen.
But her next words shocked him, „I am glad...", her fragile voice broke off again. (´that I have met you. I am glad that I have such great friends.´ Was what she wanted to say, but she could n´t)
He felt hopeless, like nothing could save him, he felt hot and cold at once while he listened to her. How he wished she would stop speaking so he could tent to her wounds, but as he tried to heal her with his gentle thunder he felt her hand gripping his own, her eyes converting her message.
No, don´t. It´s over.
Now he felt even more hopeless, as if his air for breathing was cut short. His iris less eyes must have converted how he felt, because her trembling hand came up to cup his cheek gently returning his focus on her beautiful face. „Don´t fret", she coughed up blood again and again, this time more frantic.

„Thank you... Have faith."
Her voice sounded a last time, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, then her delicate Hand glided down his cheek and fell numb into her lap.
As if she was never alive her breath stopped, her once dizzying blue eyes stared lifelessly up at him and he knew she was gone.
Tears wanted to drop from his eyes, but he held them back, how could this be a better future than the one before?
He felt as if Shao Kahn had just sent his hammer flying down on his chest, pressing all the air out of him, breaking his ribs in the progress - only this hurt much more.
How could this be better? Sure the others were alive, but to what price?
Why was it always either his happiness or the whole world at stake? But this time around even the world was at stake. Grieving he closed his eyes.

He had to go back.
Back to heavens where her mother was waiting for her dead daughter and she most certainly would be accusing him. But he could n´t even hold it against her.
After all if he had n´t come to them in the first place her daughter would have still been alive.
Only vaguely he heard words from Kitana and her Mother Sindel who was back to her original self thanks to the dead beauty in his arms.
Nothing helped, he needed to go.
So he closed her eyes, gathered her fragile frame in his strong arms, turned around and told the others he would be back some when later.
He did n´t care if he sounded broken, why should he hide what was the utter true?
In a flash he was gone.


A large room greeted him as he reappeared, it was the room of the Elder Gods but only one was standing right in front of him.
Gaia, mother of the young women he held in his arms, her eyes full of sorrow while staring at her lifeless daughter.
Then her gaze lifted upwards, falling onto his face, which was momentarily locked on to the beauty in his arms.
Closing his eyes he took a deep breath - not that it mattered anyway.
As he raised his head it soared right to the side, a loud crack was heard around the Hall of the Elders.
Before he could register the fact that the mother goddess had slapped him on the face she was hissing at him madly.

"You damn idiot!" Her Face was enraged.
"Did she not beg you to stay with her!" It was n´t a question, it was a statement.
Before his inner eye he still could see her, back then as she had begged him, her eyes still sparkling with life, to stay with her and the other fighters.
Why did he not listen to her?
Instead he had taken Liu Kang and went of to see the Elders of whom he knew would never choose a side.
He lowered his head, ashamed of himself, resenting himself for what he had done.
His gaze wandered back to where the fuming goddess was, but was flung back once again as she smacked him anew across the face.

"Lady Gaia", he began, his voice still broken, but she did n´t let him speak further as she slapped him once more. Evidently she was pissed beyond measures to lower her godly self to such low punishments. But he knew once she was a little calmer then his true sentencing would begin.
He could n´t take amiss, he was disgusted with himself.

"All right", the memories of Mina´s agreement reached his still ringing ears as if she was standing right beside him whispering right into his ear,"I trust you.
You will know what is best."

Now he knew she was wrong, he did not knew what was best, otherwise she would still be alive, would still be with him.
He did nothing against the slaps to his face, endured them silently, inside he was already numb.
As the goddess had calmed herself a little she stood there a minute breathing heavily before she stared at him with blazing eyes which promised much more pain.

"Lay her down here", she motioned toward a podium which he noticed only now, "and then leave and never come back!"
Truth to be told he only took notice of his exiling on the edge of his perception, he laid the tattered body of this tiny beauty gently onto the podium - as if she was made of porcelain -, and timidly smoothed down one of her blond stray curls.
Then, without another word, he vanished in a flash of lightning.

The only thing admiring to his past present here was a single tear lingering on her bleached cheek.


So guys, what do you think?

It´s only a sneak peek at my Mortal Kombat Fanfiction and one of the more dramatic scenes.
Of course there are a lot more chapters before hand and Raiden did not grow soft out of nowhere, there is a lot of character development in both him and my OC as well as the others. So let me know what you think and I might continue writing this story.

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yours,
Berry