What am I?...A ghost of my past...a shadow of my former self?...What does it matter now?...Nothing matters...everything about my life...is gone...
Scorpion's thoughts were of nothing but these simple words of hate and rage. His life was taken. The memory is gone. Only his name and the illusions remained. No matter where he looked, the undead visions played tricks on him. The woman, the child, the dead clan, all of it. That's what this is to him now: Hell.
What is the purpose of these bloodborn delusions?...Are they trying to tell me something?...Then what is it...my past...my present...MY LOST MEMORIES!?...
"ANSWER ME, YOU DAMN HALLUCINATIONS! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! WHAT DO YOU WAAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTT!"
Scorpion's screams only attracted the hellhounds and demons of this wretched landscape. His body burned with anger, his mind clouded,...his lust for blood grew. Without hesitation, he unsheathed his sword.
"Your souls will BURN!" he cried.
Letting out a massive war cry, he attacked the denizens of Hell and quickly disposed of them all. Breathing like crazy and sweating up a storm, he sheathed his sword and continued on. As he traveled, he became lost in his thoughts once again.
What is real...what is not...these delusions have drawn my ire to its limits...am I doomed to walk this dreaded Netherrealm for all eternity...why would these nightmares haunt me...what is my true name...what is the Shirai Ryu...
Stopping there, he began to think deeper into those words. The Shirai Ryu. Could those be the undead warriors in his delusions? Why would he have them in his...then he looked down at his attire. His clothes...they matched the garbs those warriors wore. Was he...a Shirai Ryu himself? No. He couldn't be.
Did I...no...I couldn't have...did I truly...kill my...no...NO...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Scorpion was on the brink of losing his sanity. His clan. Dead. At his hands? What is all this? A dream? A horrible DREAM!
Scorpion began to throw the dirt on the ground into his face in frustration. "Wake up!" he shouted to himself. "Wake up! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"
The more dirt he throw in his face,...the more it hurt. This was no dream. You cannot feel pain in dreams. This was reality. His clan. His family. His friends. All dead. Soon, Scorpion broke down in tears, lamenting the family he lost to time. He lost everything. His heritage. His identity. His entire life. All that remained was hate, anger...no...not anger...rage...rage...as his light died...
Soon, all that lamentation died with his sadness, and was replaced with a single motive: Vengeance. His mind became a chorus of rage, and it sang of lust for pain. The pain of those who will feel his wrath. He will unleash his rage on those who dared to defile the Shirai Ryu. Netherrealmers, Earthrealmers, the Elder Gods...he will crush them all. Then, he will have vengeance.
"CREATURES OF THIS FOUL HELL! COME OUT! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME TO THE DEATH!"
Soon, millions of the Netherrealm's demons came running at Scorpion. Unsheathing his sword and rope spear once more, he charged in screaming like a maniac. One by one, demons fell to Scorpion's blades, blood spilling from their sliced bodies. With each kill came another demon, but Scorpion cared not. As long as there was something to kill, he will fight to the last breath. So many demons, so much blood. One demon in particular received a most gruesome death. Igniting his rope spear, Scorpion threw it at the demon, jumped over it, and disappeared into a firepit. The flaming chain burned the demon's face and torso. Coming around, Scorpion jumped out of the ground, pulled his spear back, and bisected the demon vertically in half.
Suddenly, there was a rumble and a quake, and the ground started to shake. All the demons surrounding Scorpion ran away in fear. Scorpion only watched in bewilderment, wondering what got those demons so frightened. As the ground continued to shake, he looked around, and suddenly realized why all the demons ran. In the distance, a creature the size of the mountains came walking over to him. The creature was large, hulking, and inhuman. It dressed like a barbarian, with its armor covering only its chest. A large helmet covered its eyes, but it somehow knew where it was going.
But Scorpion was not fazed. He saw himself as the Shirai Ryu's kenkaku, a professional warrior belonging to his clan. He was not going to let this strange abomination scare him. He will take his head and throw it into the Netherrealm's flaming rivers. Without a second thought, Scorpion stood his ground. His heart burning with anger and determination once more. Looking up at the monster, he sneered with resentment in his voice.
"You're next..."
