Disclaimer: Sektor and Cyrax are (C) Netherealm Studios and Warner Brothers Entertainment. I make no money or recognition writing these stories.
Warning: Violence, definite out-of characterness, homosexual overtones. If you do not approve of such themes, kindly get off my story page and read something else.
Notes: These were really old Sektor/Cyrax snippets I wrote back in 2012 (I think). I was following a writer's prompt and simply never bothered to post them publicly until now. I figured I'd might as well post them with the extremely rare chance anyone actually wants to read anything slashy with these two.
This drabble focuses a little on Cyrax. Not my best drabble with him.
Also, civilian identities are still present in these drabbles as well:
Sektor - Jiao Hou
Cyrax - Fenyang Nhuru
2. Fights
Prompt: Fights. It was not easy to face that my life now revolved around one thing: fights. Fights against the forces of evil, like they called it, but still bloody and useless fights.
"What is the meaning to all this?!"
Fenyang had stormed into the wilderness that surrounded the Lin Kuei compound. The 21-year-old man had just returned from another assassination assignment with Huang Qiao and Tomas Vrbada. Bi-Han and Kuia-Liang, fellow assassins and friends of theirs, had called for their aide when they were stranded in Brazil fighting with a rival assassination conglomerate. The three men were able to rescue their friends and return victorious, but there was bloodshed along the mission. It was unnecessary bloodshed by Fenyang's standards. The rival assassins attacking them at every corner in South America was understandable. Killing the old man and his grieving son-in-law who gave them a place to rest and food to eat and the young girls that aided their flight into rainforest concerning their targets was too much. They could not defend themselves. They did not know that by aiding them, death could come to them in horrible ways.
That was not the Motswana way. He should have repaid they kindness with fortune, not death, he fumed as he punched the old, rotted trees in his path.
Then there was the actual rescue of Bi-Han and Kuia-Liang. They allowed themselves to be caught and stripped of their weapons and clothing in order to gain access into the compound. While there, he endured torture, starvation…and the turmoil of the men holed up with them. He was to fight several of them in a grueling battle to the death, killing innocent men deprived of their basic human rights. He thought he would go insane from the constant fighting. Thankfully, Tomas was able to free Bi-Han and Kuia-Liang and exact bloody revenge of their captors. The experience left a giant emotional wound on Fenyang's heart, mainly because he was the leader and responsible for the lives of his clan brothers.
He had spent his whole life fighting—illness, depression, suicide, emotions, physical and mental confrontations.
Enough was enough.
He needed peace. He prayed for peace, even if it did not exist.