This is a fic that me (Japs) and my friend Mr. Nose have been working on together. We wanted to tell our own story. And we wanted lots of fighting. And gore. Basically a Mortal Kombat: The Movie with only our favourite characters. This is the result. It's going well, I think. Read, review and enjoy!
Chapter I
The Temple of the Unknown
Quan Chi did not stop when his leg shattered. He went on. He spat blood from his jaw and went as quickly as he could. He was decaying.
The Temple of the Unknown was protected by curse after curse. In the first chamber he felt his blood boiling. Next he slowly began to decay as if his life was fleeing his body and escaping from the temple. Then his leg bones shattered without anything making contact. He dragged it behind him, hearing the bones crushing together, feeling them dig into his muscles. Quan Chi did not stop.
The designs on the temple walls were ancient and of no concern of his. He would pick out the occasional dragon engraved, but the light was poor. His torch was dying, and those that lit the temple were few in their numbers. He snorted a little when he saw a corridor that was completely pitch black. It was too suspicious. He stood for a moment, staring at the darkness, and then threw his torch down the passage. Something, almost invisible, caught the light as it went past. Someone was there. It was too late when Quan Chi realised he had company.
He sniffed in disgust. "Ninja," he muttered. "Why have you followed me into this place."
The ninja stepped forth from the shadow. His eyes fell warily on the broadswords hanging openly on Quan Chi's back. He had come armed. He had expected an assault.
"I have learned of your plans, Quan Chi," the ninja said, "and I have brought followers here for you. We wish to assist."
"Assist?" Quan Chi spat on the ground before the warrior. "You just want to share in my glory. Out of my way!" He attempted to pass the ninja, pushing him to the wall, when the Ninja's dagger was suddenly at his neck.
"Shao Kahn created me from the souls of fallen warriors. I am a worthy asset. I can get you in his good books, if you allow me to join you."
Chi fell silent for a moment. "You said you had company?"
The ninja looked over his shoulder. At the other end of the corridor stood two figures.
"I give you Kabal and Baraka, my two rouge companions."
Quan Chi snorted sceptically. "If you can only find rouges as your followers, I see little use in you."
The ninja's eyes fell to Quan Chi's leg. "I believe you are in no position to argue about the quality of your servicemen. You realise we know how to stop the infection that this temple puts on you. We can save your life, just to serve our master."
Quan Chi snarled. "Give me the potion," he barked. From the other end of the corridor Kabal tossed a bottle to the ninja. Quan snatched it and drunk from it, wiping his white lips on his forearm once he was done. He then stamped his legs. They were fine. "Your name?" he asked harshly.
The ninja put his palms together and bowed low. "Ermac," he responded. Quan Chi made a low grumble from the back of his throat and walked past the ninja. "Follow me. I cannot promise you your lives after this."
They journeyed deeper into the temple. Quan Chi and Ermac did not speak as they walked. Kabal and Baraka were both masked, not with ninja masks but with metal casts that covered the entire head. Kabal was dressed in what could be called common wear, a dark green jacket and some brown shorts as if he had just wandered from somewhere hot and been picked up unintentionally. Slung to his belt idly were two hook-swords. The other, Baraka, wore a white robe lined with red and black trousers. By the looks of him, he had no weapons. Quan Chi sneered. Why would a Lin Kuei keep with him two mutants? He thought. They have to be mutants. Those masks aren't like Lin Kuei masks. But then again, mutants were good bodyguards. Would Ermac care if he lost these two?
They proceeded for another hour, deeper into the temple. Kabal had started to complain about his feet aching when Quan Chi stopped dead.
"The gate," he whispered to himself. Before them stood an almost empty chamber, but in the centre there was a large stone engraved with runes and images of the dragon. He approached it slowly, then kneeling down to it and rubbing it in awe. "This portal... if the right curse is put on this we can bend it's destination. It's taken me years to produce the curse." Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he began to chant in a tongue none of the others understood. Slowly the room changed. Light seemed to omit from the stone structure. More and more light. Quan Chi sounded like he was on the verge of laughter when a fifth figure was reviled in the room between Ermac's band and the Pedestal. The man raised his hand and lightning shot at Quan Chi, hitting his head and sending him crashing to the ground.
"Quan Chi, I will not let you proceed with this."
Chi snarled. "Who are you to stop me, Raiden?"
As he said that, Kabal pinned the white clad man's arms behind his back. Raiden delivered a much to his mask, dazing him, then he turned and kicked him away. Quan began reciting again. Raiden put his hands about forearm's width away from each other and lighting streaked between them.
"I wont let you do this!" He shouted.
"Don't you see?" Quan Chi shouted. "It's already done!"
Ermac and Baraka approached Raiden in a pincer movement. Each threw punches, but Raiden blocked while still attempting to contain his electricity. Baraka grabbed his left arm and pulled it back. That was a mistake.
Light began to disappear into itself, creating a hole, from the Pedestal.
Kabal was caught in the blast as loose lightning sprayed from Raiden's palm into his chest, which flung the full length of the stone chamber into the wall, which crumbled from the force but did not cave. More electricity was loose, and some sprawled into the opening of light. That was a gateway. When the lightning stuck it there was a blinding flash. Quan Chi was there no longer, disappeared without a sound. Ermac stomped in rage.
"He went by his word! Instead of unleashing Shao Kahn, he has joined him!"
Baraka stood up, ignoring Raiden. "If he had simply joined Shao Kahn, would the portal have not closed?" He took off his metal mask. Raiden looked away in disgust. What should have been a human face was now deformed with borne teeth the size of his fingers, and no lips to cover them. Baraka was completely bald. When he spoke, he did not move his teeth but rather spoke through them. "That is more than a portal to Shao Kahn's realm, Ermac."
There was a continuous low rumble, in sound and shaking of the floor. Quan Chi suddenly appeared again, walking out of the light. Laughing.
"Raiden, you have finally done something of use," He cackled. "See this? This... this is a realm! This is a realm with no elder gods. This is ours. This is mine!"
Baraka's forearms seemed to swell, suddenly shining as two metal claws that reached the floor were produced. "It is ours. We agree-" He was stopped by a choking sound. Kabal was shaking where he lay. Smoke poured from the gaps in his mask. Where his short sleeves and shorts showed bare flesh, the skin seemed to be rotting before them. The smell struck them harshly. Kabal fell on his stomach and began to crawl towards Ermac and Baraka using only his clawing fingers. He reached out for his companions. He was desperate. He was in agony. "Please," he gagged, "help me..."
"The curse." Ermac proclaimed. "Kabal took the remedy before either of us. It's worn off."
"We have to get in that realm!" Baraka shouted. "Quan Chi, let us come with you. Let us serve you!"
Quan Chi only nodded and then disappeared into the light.
Ermac made the first sprint into the porthole. Baraka followed but something grabbed his leg. Raiden? He turned around, poising his arms to stab.
"Help... me... My friend..." Kabal choked. Baraka picked up his companion.
"Black Dragon," He said, wrapping his fingers around Kabal's masked chin.
"...N...No..."
"You intended to try and kill Shao Kahn..."
"...No..."
Baraka drew his free hand back. With his other hand, he tore off Kabal's mask. A scarred and misshapen once-human face looked back at him. Kabal choked for air. While his mouth was open, Baraka threw forth his fist. Kabal's ribs cracked as the spike went through them, and out his back. His eyes swelled. Blood poured from his mouth. Baraka lifted him up. "You like this, Raiden?" He dropped the Kabal. Blood gurgled in his neck as his lungs let out his last breath. Baraka turned and entered the porthole.
Raiden stood up. His face was grim. He had done something terrible. His conscience played with him. He stood staring at the portal of thick light. A third realm under the power of Quan Chi was dangerous, and he had created it.
The temple's curse was feeding the portal. This was obvious to him. He saw Kabal's soul leave his body and go into the light. None other but he had seen it. It was up to Raiden to inform the Elder Gods of this. Whatever happened because of this drastic change in the balance of life in either of the existing realms was not his fault but Quan Chi's.
He wanted revenge.
14th
March 2003: News Update
Japs: Thanks for your reviews. I know there are only two, but it's two more
than I expected. ^_^ Mr. Nose is working on the second chapter. It's going to focus
on the Lin Kuei. When it's my turn again I promise you I'm putting Frost in.
She's my fave char, because she looks like this ccuuttee girl I know. *(Blush)*
Mr. Nose edited Kabal's death. First of all we had him fully decay. Then I
suggested that we make Baraka kill Kabal in a really nice betrayal scene. We
wanted to put some Fatality into it, so I made Baraka use his blades and lift
him up. My first idea was cut- Baraka was going to stab Kabal through his open
mouth rather than his chest. I woulda loved writing that. But Nose said to keep
it with the chest, so we did.
Mr. Nose is working as we speak on the next chapter. This thing is going to be
HUGE. We're creating the biggest Mortal Kombat battle of all time. We're doing
some cool things. Sub Zero's little brother is called Tandra in this. I dunno
if it's right or not, but it sounds good.
Get in contact if you have any suggestions:
japsdarkgalaxy@hotmail.com - Japs' email address.
Keep on looking for updates!
-Japs-
