Explanation… well this piece of fanfiction I'm writing is based upon the first game of Mortal
kombat. When playing the original I found it fascinating that some of the original characters had
completely different personalities to their alter egos in the later games such as Deadly Aliance
etc. All of the character's in this writing have been spiked in some way, changed in character from
their usual self. This writing has no connection with the later mortal kombat games even though it
features characters from them, instead, it is an alternative outlook or ending to mortal kombat
one. I'm changing my mind with this all the time, so please feel free to give me suggestions. I
have no fear of killing characters in this fanfiction at any moment, so pleased don't be too
attached to any individual, this is after all a game where people do kill each other.
Oh and disclaimer… not really necessary I guess, if you want a disclaimer go read another Mk
story and use that one for me =p you know the drill… parody, coincidence, no profit etc
Thanks, I hope that wasn't too long and boring for you, well here we are. This is what I've done so
far:
The Old Story of Mortal Kombat
Out across the empty sea, there lies a new island. It wasn't always there, or was it ever there
at all? The sea laps across the primeval world, the water not set, the clouds drenched in rain and
the sun, a blinding haze. It flickers slowly in the dusk as the morning sun brings new light to the
world. It flickers unsure of itself, not quite there, not quite existing. The island is on the border of
the realms, and on it, is about to partake the conflict of the fighters from all around the world.
A portal flickered in the depths of the island, a small room. An old figure emerges with white
flowing hair and a black cloak. He is a powerful sorcerer, he alone is about to run the competition
of the world, Mortal kombat. His eyes are sleek and knowledgeable, his fingertips are a beacon of
power and the dark arts that Shao Kahn the black emperor taught the sorcerer himself. The half
dragon Goro stands in front of him, a warm orange glow emanating from him even in the
darkness of the dungeon.
"This is your Lair Goro" said the sorcerer quietly. He hovered away from the glowing portal
and looked at the ceiling, the old stone blocks forming it's heights. Goro was a sizeable monster,
with four arms and strength of a hundred warriors. He stood almost twice as tall as the sorcerer.
He dwarfed him in comparison.
"Is this where you would like me to wait master?" asked the half dragon "By the portal?"
"Yes Goro" returned the mage "This is where you will wait, when we destroy the mortals this
will also be the place where ShaohKahn himself will enter himself along with his powerful
minions, when that happens, you will instead serve him"
"Yes master" returned the monster, it skulked quietly away into the shadows.
Across the gentle flowing sea, boats came in the hundreds. Shangtsung watched them from
atop the highest point on the island. His black robe fluttered behind him in the wind, and in his
hand a black staff rested on the ground. He used it more as a walking stick then a wand or
magical implement. Rocks and desert weeds scattered away down the slope right across until the
shore. An old forest also in the path, with tall trees that reached up into great heights. The
sorcerer looked down on it all, and looked at the Outworld soldiers preparing below. Each one
raising flags and chopping down trees, preparing food and raising beams, tents houses pavilions.
"It won't be long now" thought the sorcerer to himself. The sky was awash with gray now and
it started bit by bit to gently rain. The drops came gently down and spluttered on his jet black
robes "My master awaits, and when I complete his wishes he will open the portal to the heavens
for me, so that I might reign over this realm forever... I shall not disappoint him, now with Goro in
my hands I shall be unstoppable"
He turned suddenly, whirling his cloak round and set off back down the slope. Weeds and
brambles passing him by, under his feet or beside him. Before him down the other side of the tall
slope, he could see faintly below him, the long lines of dragon flags stretching out into the
distance, raising one by one, almost a carpet for the emperor, there was a space in between
them all where he would walk, or indeed, would the emperor walk?
The waves rocked back and forth as a great ship came into the bay. The mast stretched
eerily up into the dull sky, the clouds a haze of grays soon to be black. There was a man at the
front of the ship, a blue ninja. His clothes were the dress of a great warrior, black stripes covering
different parts of his blue silky costume. He smiled to himself, looking at the outstretching waves,
that lead up to the island in the distance.
"So you've come for the tournament as well?" said a voice from behind him. The blue figure
looked around, to see his double standing before him. Except this one was dressed in yellow, but
with the same black stripes, the same black dark stripes... Both of their faces were hidden under
hoods, and only their eyes remained, their mouth covered by a piece of cloth, yellow or blue
depending on their preference.
"Yes… of course" smiled the ninja "I thought you'd have figured me out"
The blue ninja had a much more firm voice than the other, the yellow ninja's eyes were white
and had no color, his voice was hazy like the sound of a shuffling animal in the mist of a misty
grave. He looked almost as if he were dead…
"It wasn't exactly hard you know" smiled the yellow figure "This is the last tournament that the
earth will ever see, I expected it to be on your honor… and mine to face me here," the ninja
paused and examined the fighter before him "Don't die before I kill you… Subzero"
Subzero smiled and turned round to look out to see. He leaned against the boat edge, the
sky lit up, and a few seconds later thunder rumbled in the distance. The rain that was on
Shangtsung finally caught up with them "And what would you do if I died?"
The ninja paused like a ghost and remained silent for awhile "I wouldn't let you destroy my
honor, I wouldn't let you die… yet"
"What would you do If I slit my wrists Scorpion? Or froze my self to death as soon as I
arrived on the island? Or even what if I jumped of this very boat, to drown in the sea?"
Scorpion smiled and looked Subzero up and down "You wouldn't have the guts to do that"
he laughed, the sound seemed to echo on the waves. Subzero smiled "Wouldn't I?" he stood up
suddenly on the boat edge "What have I got to lose?"
Scorpion snarled suddenly "Don't! My honor is at stake! Please!" he suddenly knelt before
the ninja in an almost mad like state "You killed my family, and your life is but a mortal one…
mine is cursed to remain Immortal, if you die before the tournament, then I shall be cursed to
remain, dishonored for ever"
Subzero smiled "So your entire afterlife rests on killing me at the right moment… that's
funny" chuckled the ninja, skipping back and forth like a tight rope walker, on the slippery wet
boat edge. The boat suddenly jerked and Subzero wobbled for a second regaining his balance.
"So all these years that you've been chasing me, you weren't actually aloud to kill me?"
Scorpion looked up with shining eyes, lightning flashed and it rained more heavily, the
electricity flickered from the sky across his eyes "No" he whispered.
"Then don't let me die now" said Subzero, taking a gentle step back. He fell back with ease
and a relaxed air. So simple, so easy.
"Subzero!" screamed Scorpion with an unearthly noise rearing up with hands flying. The
storm rumbled and Subzero felt the cold deathly waves coming up to meet him. He jerked
suddenly , and swayed, his hands touching the front of the boat. His ankle was gripped tightly by
a long chord of rope. A spear almost cutting into his thigh. He was lifted up abruptly and Scorpion
threw him onto the deck with anger. The ninja's eyes were alight with flame.
"Never do that again!" screamed the ninja, his eyes flickering under the wet rain water. The
boat rocked. The yellow ninja burst into a roaring fire and was gone. The water splashed in
various puddles, Subzero looked down into his hard cold reflection.
Out of the roaring thunderstorm, lightning flickered and struck one of the masts of the near
by ships. The people on bored shuddered and ducked for cover as sparks flew across the sea
and scattered on the cold murky and deathly waves below. The ship rocked forward as it entered
into the bay. Lightning flickered unreeling itself down the mast, and stopped behind some barrels.
There was a long silence, the crew ran by, unknowing of the creature behind the storage. It
coughed and spluttered for awhile with the sound of static electricity. The shadows lit up quietly
with the light from the powerful electric charges and spasms.
The figure stood up, a triangular head in the shadows "I… I am mortal" it whispered before
bursting out into a coughing fit. Almost immediately it regretted saying the words, the fall from
heaven had seriously wounded it, and the thought of being a mortal rather than the opposite,
seemed to age it. It felt it's sore bloated body rotting around it. Putting one flickering hand on the
barrels, it limped round cursing and coughing like some mad man and stumbled over to the side
of the boat. It looked out into the distance, under the dull sky, the island moved softly nearer.
"It's begun" smiled the deity resting its hands on the boat edge. Its powers over electricity
were limited in this form, and he was slowly losing them. He could feel his mortal body losing the
god like power it once had, he lost most of the energy in the fall, he would have to preserve it to
be able to destroy the Sorcerer, and then he could bring back his powers, and take over as Grand
master fairly.
Someone came running along the boat, he slipped once and fell on his back, over a
puddle, he cried out in pain. He had a young face, with black trousers, and a matching shirt made
of a soft easy material. The demi god didn't move, nor look at the person, it was a waist of what
precious energy had left.
The poor person groaned, his back to the floor boards, he was lucky the fall hadn't been
worse. If it had, he would have been disabled for the tournament "Are you ok Mr?" he said coming
over to the triangular headed person. You could see him more clearly now, now that he was out
of the shadows and had his back to the sea. The sky was quieting down now, as if the driving
force of the storm had left it on vacation. The creature had a pointed straw hat on, and a white
carefully fitted clothing, with a black belt. A small black bag was attached to his belt.
"Sir?" repeated the other in the black trousers, he was quite muscular under that t-shirt.
You could see the ripples under the cloth. The straw hat dipped and turned it's owner reluctantly
in the mortal's direction.
"Do you want something?" came the voice from under the hat, it rippled with pure power. A
flicker of electricity coursed down his body, but the other thought he had imagined it.
"Sorry for being so rood" came the reply "My name is Liu Kang" he paused extending a
had, he withdrew it realizing the other not to be too friendly "didn't you see the lightning hit the
mast just now? I'm sure If I'm not mistaken that I saw it hit you!"
"I don't think so" smiled the other. His cap flickered, but the owner tilted it and the cap tilted
the owner.
"If I may… what's your name?" continued Liu Kang determined to make a friend out of this
person. He seemed awfully ignorant, or as the master used to say ignorant but untroubled. He
couldn't imagine that this person whoever he was hadn't noticed the huge flash of lightning, Liu
couldn't believe that he had missed the figure when boarding the ship.
"My name's Rayden if it's any significance to you" he returned like a noble.
"Really?" gasped Liu Kang as if he had suddenly understood "What a coincidence, the
Shaolin monks have a god called Rayden, a god of thunder… so ironic that I would find a person
just like him in a thunder storm" he chuckled to himself. Rayden smiled and bit his lip "Ironic …
isn't it" he returned.
A red eye watched from the shadows, he could see her on the other boat with his
binoculars. The infrared half of his vision turned on her, and he could see her heat. Suddenly the
boat rocked and the man looked away over to the boat behind this one. A huge streak of lightning
struck the mast and traveled down it, sparks flying too and throw.
He turned his eyes back on her again, the light flashed on his metallic face. He had white
clothing on like a profit, it was neatly trimmed and fitted him well. He moved out of the darkness
as the ship rocked and turned to a person who stood silently next to him.
"She's here" he said in a husky voice "I want her off my back in this tournament"
"No problemo" returned the other, he had dark black, clean shaven hair, almost like the
other with the Metallic face might have looked had, he not had that terrible accident so many
years ago. He had on a yellowy leather jacket with green trousers that didn't go. He seemed
strong and not as youthful, yet had a playfulness about him, some hidden kindness that would
likely never show, which weakened him in comparison to the other.
"Don't you worry Kano… I'll get rid of her, just tell me when"
The sea passed under the boat below as it rocked from side to side. The boat tossed and
turned and Kano turned back into the shadows and walked off his metallic face shining when it
caught the little light that there was under the dull sky.
"Put these away some place Jarek" he said handing the binoculars to the man "We'll
need them later for surveying the island"
"Right boss" smiled Jarek, holding them in his hands "That place must be loaded with
forgotten treasure"
Kano grunted and walked slowly away. Jarek watched him leave, and slowly turned to
the boat edge. He rested his arms on the wooden ledge and looked over to the other boat, the
figure of the young female coming into view. He smiled secretly to himself, she was almost too
cute to waist… almost. Another figure approached her and she turned around distractedly.
Another challenger in the tournament by the looks of it.
Jerek thought for a moment about telling the boss, but as he watched, he didn't seem to
be connected with her in anyway… Kano needn't know, and besides this person looked no threat
at all. Jarek gave a smug grin, and with a grunt turned away and headed into the cabins, of the
dark boat.
She was stealing a gaze out to see at that moment in time, she didn't manage to glance
at the other boat, where Kano and Jarek lay in wait. They were of course the people she was
after, the Special Forces badge her guide in life, she could trust her self with it not to weaken in
the knees when danger was near, or shudder when entering a criminal hide out. Her name was
Sonja blaze, Special Forces agent, and combat expert. She looked over the waves to the
approaching island, Kano was near she could almost smell him. This whole scheme stank of
some corrupted and vile black dragon plot, to access some forgotten treasure through the
tournament. She'd enjoy the moment when she could pry her hands personally round that
criminals neck and choke the very living daylights out of him. That would be the one moment
when she'd forget her "law" and "order" when she'd place her badge softly on the ground and
squeeze, and squeeze. Perhaps she'd start by breaking a simple rib, or leg bone, and then work
through the other 205 painfully and slowly. By the time she would have finished, she'd double the
amount he had.
She stretched her hands out pensively trying to crack the knuckles, and when that didn't
work she bent them back against the boat edge, hoping for that satisfying clicking sound. Her
hands became wet from the soaked wood and so she dried them on her blue jeans.
"What's a nice girl like you doing on a horrid boat like this?" said a voice from behind her.
Sonja sighed, and turned around slowly, trying ever patiently to crack those knuckles. This was
not what she needed at this time of evening. She felt slightly queasy from the rocking of the boat,
and someone like this was just the kind of person to finish the job and make her throw up with
disgust and distaste. He was wearing smart black clothes, that hinted that he had some martial
arts skills, but they looked too expensive.
"Hasn't that chat up line been used before? Now what do you want, your wasting my
time"
"By the looks of it, at the moment you don't have time to waist" said the man leaning back
on one foot and folding his arms, he had dark glasses, and that black suit suggested he was
someone who had an oversized budget for treating himself "I just thought you could do with some
company" he smiled.
"Well you thought wrong" returned Sonja "I don't like people who wear suits, I don't like
people who creep up on me, I don't like boats because I feel sea sick on them, I don't like today,
and I don't like you, so presuming the fact that your chances of getting off with me are now zero, I
think you'd better retreat"
The well dressed man widened his eyes and took a step back "Geez, no one's ever said
that to me before" he stuttered a little too loudly, later on afterwards he couldn't even understand
why he had said that line.
"Oh didums" returned Sonja briefly, with a wavy hand gesture "Learn to accept it, not
everyone sees your limited and obnoxious way of thinking, not everyone feels like being friends
with you the moment you meet them so just take a walk, as I said, I'm busy"
"Do you know who I am?" continued the man, this time aiming for a morally recovering
apology and autograph.
"Jesus, what do you take for a no? No I don't like you and whether you told me you were
the president of the United States I still wouldn't look at you any better"
"My name's Jonny Cage, the famous movie star, I've been starring in several of the
Channy Jack films, I'm a world name"
"Screw off" she said swinging round to the rim of the boat.
"Apology accepted… what?"
"Screw off, your movies were crap and I don't want to see another one"
Jonny cage opened his mouth, slowly and then very slowly closed it. Sonja with an air of
success seeing her defeated adversary, swung round and rested her elbows on the boat edge
watching out towards the island as if the conversation hadn't happened.
The defeated movie star stood there for a second, and just gawked. How was this
possible? He had never had such a harsh and uncalled for reaction in his life! This was in sane!
Impossible unthinkable that even after he'd been added up and judged she still disregarded him
as a moron. He was a rich Hollywood actor.
He turned to go, and took a few steps away. Sonja groaned and tilted her head in a
humpth, she swung her hair back so that it didn't droop over the edge. He paused but suddenly
came back quickly and leaned his elbow on the rim, getting as dangerously close as he thought
was possible.
"Can I at least have your name, if not your friendship?"
Sonja sighed real slow, opened her mouth and turning her head, a demonic army of fowl
insults resting on the tip of her tongue before she decided that they were too horrible to unleash
upon the world. She closed her mouth quickly and simply replied with an air of true resistance
"Sonja blaze, special forces, a pleasure to meet you Mr Cage, now take a walk"
"Nice to meet you too Miss Sonja, oh and nice name"
"Quit it" she remarked not turning her head back in the imbecile's direction.
He retreated slowly, moving his arms to his head in defeat. He scratched his fore head
"remarkable" he muttered walking slowly away. Suddenly the bells sounded, they had arrived on
the island.
kombat. When playing the original I found it fascinating that some of the original characters had
completely different personalities to their alter egos in the later games such as Deadly Aliance
etc. All of the character's in this writing have been spiked in some way, changed in character from
their usual self. This writing has no connection with the later mortal kombat games even though it
features characters from them, instead, it is an alternative outlook or ending to mortal kombat
one. I'm changing my mind with this all the time, so please feel free to give me suggestions. I
have no fear of killing characters in this fanfiction at any moment, so pleased don't be too
attached to any individual, this is after all a game where people do kill each other.
Oh and disclaimer… not really necessary I guess, if you want a disclaimer go read another Mk
story and use that one for me =p you know the drill… parody, coincidence, no profit etc
Thanks, I hope that wasn't too long and boring for you, well here we are. This is what I've done so
far:
The Old Story of Mortal Kombat
Out across the empty sea, there lies a new island. It wasn't always there, or was it ever there
at all? The sea laps across the primeval world, the water not set, the clouds drenched in rain and
the sun, a blinding haze. It flickers slowly in the dusk as the morning sun brings new light to the
world. It flickers unsure of itself, not quite there, not quite existing. The island is on the border of
the realms, and on it, is about to partake the conflict of the fighters from all around the world.
A portal flickered in the depths of the island, a small room. An old figure emerges with white
flowing hair and a black cloak. He is a powerful sorcerer, he alone is about to run the competition
of the world, Mortal kombat. His eyes are sleek and knowledgeable, his fingertips are a beacon of
power and the dark arts that Shao Kahn the black emperor taught the sorcerer himself. The half
dragon Goro stands in front of him, a warm orange glow emanating from him even in the
darkness of the dungeon.
"This is your Lair Goro" said the sorcerer quietly. He hovered away from the glowing portal
and looked at the ceiling, the old stone blocks forming it's heights. Goro was a sizeable monster,
with four arms and strength of a hundred warriors. He stood almost twice as tall as the sorcerer.
He dwarfed him in comparison.
"Is this where you would like me to wait master?" asked the half dragon "By the portal?"
"Yes Goro" returned the mage "This is where you will wait, when we destroy the mortals this
will also be the place where ShaohKahn himself will enter himself along with his powerful
minions, when that happens, you will instead serve him"
"Yes master" returned the monster, it skulked quietly away into the shadows.
Across the gentle flowing sea, boats came in the hundreds. Shangtsung watched them from
atop the highest point on the island. His black robe fluttered behind him in the wind, and in his
hand a black staff rested on the ground. He used it more as a walking stick then a wand or
magical implement. Rocks and desert weeds scattered away down the slope right across until the
shore. An old forest also in the path, with tall trees that reached up into great heights. The
sorcerer looked down on it all, and looked at the Outworld soldiers preparing below. Each one
raising flags and chopping down trees, preparing food and raising beams, tents houses pavilions.
"It won't be long now" thought the sorcerer to himself. The sky was awash with gray now and
it started bit by bit to gently rain. The drops came gently down and spluttered on his jet black
robes "My master awaits, and when I complete his wishes he will open the portal to the heavens
for me, so that I might reign over this realm forever... I shall not disappoint him, now with Goro in
my hands I shall be unstoppable"
He turned suddenly, whirling his cloak round and set off back down the slope. Weeds and
brambles passing him by, under his feet or beside him. Before him down the other side of the tall
slope, he could see faintly below him, the long lines of dragon flags stretching out into the
distance, raising one by one, almost a carpet for the emperor, there was a space in between
them all where he would walk, or indeed, would the emperor walk?
The waves rocked back and forth as a great ship came into the bay. The mast stretched
eerily up into the dull sky, the clouds a haze of grays soon to be black. There was a man at the
front of the ship, a blue ninja. His clothes were the dress of a great warrior, black stripes covering
different parts of his blue silky costume. He smiled to himself, looking at the outstretching waves,
that lead up to the island in the distance.
"So you've come for the tournament as well?" said a voice from behind him. The blue figure
looked around, to see his double standing before him. Except this one was dressed in yellow, but
with the same black stripes, the same black dark stripes... Both of their faces were hidden under
hoods, and only their eyes remained, their mouth covered by a piece of cloth, yellow or blue
depending on their preference.
"Yes… of course" smiled the ninja "I thought you'd have figured me out"
The blue ninja had a much more firm voice than the other, the yellow ninja's eyes were white
and had no color, his voice was hazy like the sound of a shuffling animal in the mist of a misty
grave. He looked almost as if he were dead…
"It wasn't exactly hard you know" smiled the yellow figure "This is the last tournament that the
earth will ever see, I expected it to be on your honor… and mine to face me here," the ninja
paused and examined the fighter before him "Don't die before I kill you… Subzero"
Subzero smiled and turned round to look out to see. He leaned against the boat edge, the
sky lit up, and a few seconds later thunder rumbled in the distance. The rain that was on
Shangtsung finally caught up with them "And what would you do if I died?"
The ninja paused like a ghost and remained silent for awhile "I wouldn't let you destroy my
honor, I wouldn't let you die… yet"
"What would you do If I slit my wrists Scorpion? Or froze my self to death as soon as I
arrived on the island? Or even what if I jumped of this very boat, to drown in the sea?"
Scorpion smiled and looked Subzero up and down "You wouldn't have the guts to do that"
he laughed, the sound seemed to echo on the waves. Subzero smiled "Wouldn't I?" he stood up
suddenly on the boat edge "What have I got to lose?"
Scorpion snarled suddenly "Don't! My honor is at stake! Please!" he suddenly knelt before
the ninja in an almost mad like state "You killed my family, and your life is but a mortal one…
mine is cursed to remain Immortal, if you die before the tournament, then I shall be cursed to
remain, dishonored for ever"
Subzero smiled "So your entire afterlife rests on killing me at the right moment… that's
funny" chuckled the ninja, skipping back and forth like a tight rope walker, on the slippery wet
boat edge. The boat suddenly jerked and Subzero wobbled for a second regaining his balance.
"So all these years that you've been chasing me, you weren't actually aloud to kill me?"
Scorpion looked up with shining eyes, lightning flashed and it rained more heavily, the
electricity flickered from the sky across his eyes "No" he whispered.
"Then don't let me die now" said Subzero, taking a gentle step back. He fell back with ease
and a relaxed air. So simple, so easy.
"Subzero!" screamed Scorpion with an unearthly noise rearing up with hands flying. The
storm rumbled and Subzero felt the cold deathly waves coming up to meet him. He jerked
suddenly , and swayed, his hands touching the front of the boat. His ankle was gripped tightly by
a long chord of rope. A spear almost cutting into his thigh. He was lifted up abruptly and Scorpion
threw him onto the deck with anger. The ninja's eyes were alight with flame.
"Never do that again!" screamed the ninja, his eyes flickering under the wet rain water. The
boat rocked. The yellow ninja burst into a roaring fire and was gone. The water splashed in
various puddles, Subzero looked down into his hard cold reflection.
Out of the roaring thunderstorm, lightning flickered and struck one of the masts of the near
by ships. The people on bored shuddered and ducked for cover as sparks flew across the sea
and scattered on the cold murky and deathly waves below. The ship rocked forward as it entered
into the bay. Lightning flickered unreeling itself down the mast, and stopped behind some barrels.
There was a long silence, the crew ran by, unknowing of the creature behind the storage. It
coughed and spluttered for awhile with the sound of static electricity. The shadows lit up quietly
with the light from the powerful electric charges and spasms.
The figure stood up, a triangular head in the shadows "I… I am mortal" it whispered before
bursting out into a coughing fit. Almost immediately it regretted saying the words, the fall from
heaven had seriously wounded it, and the thought of being a mortal rather than the opposite,
seemed to age it. It felt it's sore bloated body rotting around it. Putting one flickering hand on the
barrels, it limped round cursing and coughing like some mad man and stumbled over to the side
of the boat. It looked out into the distance, under the dull sky, the island moved softly nearer.
"It's begun" smiled the deity resting its hands on the boat edge. Its powers over electricity
were limited in this form, and he was slowly losing them. He could feel his mortal body losing the
god like power it once had, he lost most of the energy in the fall, he would have to preserve it to
be able to destroy the Sorcerer, and then he could bring back his powers, and take over as Grand
master fairly.
Someone came running along the boat, he slipped once and fell on his back, over a
puddle, he cried out in pain. He had a young face, with black trousers, and a matching shirt made
of a soft easy material. The demi god didn't move, nor look at the person, it was a waist of what
precious energy had left.
The poor person groaned, his back to the floor boards, he was lucky the fall hadn't been
worse. If it had, he would have been disabled for the tournament "Are you ok Mr?" he said coming
over to the triangular headed person. You could see him more clearly now, now that he was out
of the shadows and had his back to the sea. The sky was quieting down now, as if the driving
force of the storm had left it on vacation. The creature had a pointed straw hat on, and a white
carefully fitted clothing, with a black belt. A small black bag was attached to his belt.
"Sir?" repeated the other in the black trousers, he was quite muscular under that t-shirt.
You could see the ripples under the cloth. The straw hat dipped and turned it's owner reluctantly
in the mortal's direction.
"Do you want something?" came the voice from under the hat, it rippled with pure power. A
flicker of electricity coursed down his body, but the other thought he had imagined it.
"Sorry for being so rood" came the reply "My name is Liu Kang" he paused extending a
had, he withdrew it realizing the other not to be too friendly "didn't you see the lightning hit the
mast just now? I'm sure If I'm not mistaken that I saw it hit you!"
"I don't think so" smiled the other. His cap flickered, but the owner tilted it and the cap tilted
the owner.
"If I may… what's your name?" continued Liu Kang determined to make a friend out of this
person. He seemed awfully ignorant, or as the master used to say ignorant but untroubled. He
couldn't imagine that this person whoever he was hadn't noticed the huge flash of lightning, Liu
couldn't believe that he had missed the figure when boarding the ship.
"My name's Rayden if it's any significance to you" he returned like a noble.
"Really?" gasped Liu Kang as if he had suddenly understood "What a coincidence, the
Shaolin monks have a god called Rayden, a god of thunder… so ironic that I would find a person
just like him in a thunder storm" he chuckled to himself. Rayden smiled and bit his lip "Ironic …
isn't it" he returned.
A red eye watched from the shadows, he could see her on the other boat with his
binoculars. The infrared half of his vision turned on her, and he could see her heat. Suddenly the
boat rocked and the man looked away over to the boat behind this one. A huge streak of lightning
struck the mast and traveled down it, sparks flying too and throw.
He turned his eyes back on her again, the light flashed on his metallic face. He had white
clothing on like a profit, it was neatly trimmed and fitted him well. He moved out of the darkness
as the ship rocked and turned to a person who stood silently next to him.
"She's here" he said in a husky voice "I want her off my back in this tournament"
"No problemo" returned the other, he had dark black, clean shaven hair, almost like the
other with the Metallic face might have looked had, he not had that terrible accident so many
years ago. He had on a yellowy leather jacket with green trousers that didn't go. He seemed
strong and not as youthful, yet had a playfulness about him, some hidden kindness that would
likely never show, which weakened him in comparison to the other.
"Don't you worry Kano… I'll get rid of her, just tell me when"
The sea passed under the boat below as it rocked from side to side. The boat tossed and
turned and Kano turned back into the shadows and walked off his metallic face shining when it
caught the little light that there was under the dull sky.
"Put these away some place Jarek" he said handing the binoculars to the man "We'll
need them later for surveying the island"
"Right boss" smiled Jarek, holding them in his hands "That place must be loaded with
forgotten treasure"
Kano grunted and walked slowly away. Jarek watched him leave, and slowly turned to
the boat edge. He rested his arms on the wooden ledge and looked over to the other boat, the
figure of the young female coming into view. He smiled secretly to himself, she was almost too
cute to waist… almost. Another figure approached her and she turned around distractedly.
Another challenger in the tournament by the looks of it.
Jerek thought for a moment about telling the boss, but as he watched, he didn't seem to
be connected with her in anyway… Kano needn't know, and besides this person looked no threat
at all. Jarek gave a smug grin, and with a grunt turned away and headed into the cabins, of the
dark boat.
She was stealing a gaze out to see at that moment in time, she didn't manage to glance
at the other boat, where Kano and Jarek lay in wait. They were of course the people she was
after, the Special Forces badge her guide in life, she could trust her self with it not to weaken in
the knees when danger was near, or shudder when entering a criminal hide out. Her name was
Sonja blaze, Special Forces agent, and combat expert. She looked over the waves to the
approaching island, Kano was near she could almost smell him. This whole scheme stank of
some corrupted and vile black dragon plot, to access some forgotten treasure through the
tournament. She'd enjoy the moment when she could pry her hands personally round that
criminals neck and choke the very living daylights out of him. That would be the one moment
when she'd forget her "law" and "order" when she'd place her badge softly on the ground and
squeeze, and squeeze. Perhaps she'd start by breaking a simple rib, or leg bone, and then work
through the other 205 painfully and slowly. By the time she would have finished, she'd double the
amount he had.
She stretched her hands out pensively trying to crack the knuckles, and when that didn't
work she bent them back against the boat edge, hoping for that satisfying clicking sound. Her
hands became wet from the soaked wood and so she dried them on her blue jeans.
"What's a nice girl like you doing on a horrid boat like this?" said a voice from behind her.
Sonja sighed, and turned around slowly, trying ever patiently to crack those knuckles. This was
not what she needed at this time of evening. She felt slightly queasy from the rocking of the boat,
and someone like this was just the kind of person to finish the job and make her throw up with
disgust and distaste. He was wearing smart black clothes, that hinted that he had some martial
arts skills, but they looked too expensive.
"Hasn't that chat up line been used before? Now what do you want, your wasting my
time"
"By the looks of it, at the moment you don't have time to waist" said the man leaning back
on one foot and folding his arms, he had dark glasses, and that black suit suggested he was
someone who had an oversized budget for treating himself "I just thought you could do with some
company" he smiled.
"Well you thought wrong" returned Sonja "I don't like people who wear suits, I don't like
people who creep up on me, I don't like boats because I feel sea sick on them, I don't like today,
and I don't like you, so presuming the fact that your chances of getting off with me are now zero, I
think you'd better retreat"
The well dressed man widened his eyes and took a step back "Geez, no one's ever said
that to me before" he stuttered a little too loudly, later on afterwards he couldn't even understand
why he had said that line.
"Oh didums" returned Sonja briefly, with a wavy hand gesture "Learn to accept it, not
everyone sees your limited and obnoxious way of thinking, not everyone feels like being friends
with you the moment you meet them so just take a walk, as I said, I'm busy"
"Do you know who I am?" continued the man, this time aiming for a morally recovering
apology and autograph.
"Jesus, what do you take for a no? No I don't like you and whether you told me you were
the president of the United States I still wouldn't look at you any better"
"My name's Jonny Cage, the famous movie star, I've been starring in several of the
Channy Jack films, I'm a world name"
"Screw off" she said swinging round to the rim of the boat.
"Apology accepted… what?"
"Screw off, your movies were crap and I don't want to see another one"
Jonny cage opened his mouth, slowly and then very slowly closed it. Sonja with an air of
success seeing her defeated adversary, swung round and rested her elbows on the boat edge
watching out towards the island as if the conversation hadn't happened.
The defeated movie star stood there for a second, and just gawked. How was this
possible? He had never had such a harsh and uncalled for reaction in his life! This was in sane!
Impossible unthinkable that even after he'd been added up and judged she still disregarded him
as a moron. He was a rich Hollywood actor.
He turned to go, and took a few steps away. Sonja groaned and tilted her head in a
humpth, she swung her hair back so that it didn't droop over the edge. He paused but suddenly
came back quickly and leaned his elbow on the rim, getting as dangerously close as he thought
was possible.
"Can I at least have your name, if not your friendship?"
Sonja sighed real slow, opened her mouth and turning her head, a demonic army of fowl
insults resting on the tip of her tongue before she decided that they were too horrible to unleash
upon the world. She closed her mouth quickly and simply replied with an air of true resistance
"Sonja blaze, special forces, a pleasure to meet you Mr Cage, now take a walk"
"Nice to meet you too Miss Sonja, oh and nice name"
"Quit it" she remarked not turning her head back in the imbecile's direction.
He retreated slowly, moving his arms to his head in defeat. He scratched his fore head
"remarkable" he muttered walking slowly away. Suddenly the bells sounded, they had arrived on
the island.