A/N: Where's Kenshi? Read on! Note: words in italic are visions that Kung Lao is witnessing. this wasn't in the previous episode.

CHAPTER 6

In a sacred underground Shrine bathed by molten lava, 3 priests with the height of 9 feet were praying, singing a song feared by many. A song that would wake a long slept monster, a song that would shatter the outside layer of an egg long been forgotten, a song that would shatter the soul of mortals in great scare . . . and suddenly, that song stopped. A crack on a gigantic egg echoed through the cave. A mystical legacy has awakened.

"Oy mate!" The voice of the boatman snapped Kung Lao out of his unearthly vision, "We're here mite!" The boatman informed, his gaze followed into the crowded Hong Kong docks. They were traveling for about 4 hours from the rainy morning. Kung must have fell asleep on the way.

"How long have I been asleep?" Asked Kung, unaware of his current whereabouts.

"You've been dozing on my boat for the last 2 hours! Ya said to bring ya to the Hong Kong docks! So here we are! It'll cost ya 50 dollars!" The smell from the boatman's mouth was horrible, each sentence followed a spit flying from his lips.

"Wait a minute, dollars? We're in Japan! Well . . . Hong Kong." Kung Lao pointed out the mistake, the boatman wasn't from China his accent had confirmed. More like a character from those old pirate movies.

"Hey! I'm the boat-driver here! I make the decision from which currency I wanna be pay-ed with!"

"You mean . . . boat-man."

"WHATEVER!"

"Now look, I don't have any dollars with me. I live in China how am I supposed to have dollars with me?"

"That's your problem mite." With a deep breath, Kung got up from the boat. Arguing with this guy seemed hopeless. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." Was his respond as he started to climb up the wooden stairs, leading to the docks.

"Hey! Hey! How am I supposed to know that ye will return with ma money?" The boatman cried out, cocking his sharp stick at the young monk.

"Okay! Okay! Here, keep my luggage!" Kung threw his backpack to the man bellow and he certainly seemed happy about it.

Over on the other side of the docks, we meet with Johnny Cage and his 'body-guard' Nein Lee. The martial arts actor, as should have, traveled all the way from L.A here by his personal airplane, the two movies that he produced really made him wealthy enough to do that. Although, payment for all the fuel and paint, is still being paid by credit card. And believe me, most of his cards ran out of money real fast.

From the airport, Johnny and his bodyguard came to the docks by his pre-rented car, with Nein carrying all of his suitcases, bags and backpacks.

"I . . . ah . . . said I was gonna be your bodyguard NOT your personal slave!" The teenage body guard huffed and puffed with all the heavy luggage he was bound to carry.

"Ain't I the celebrity here?" Cage spat out while not stopping for even a second for some reason, "And besides," he continued, "I'll fire you if you don't do what I say!"

"Ha!" Lee blurted out while still trying hard not to fall down on the water beside him, "I, have a contract- with; your manager!" His breath falling and rising at the same time due to the pressure on the bags that was pulling him down to the ground, and he had to walk with it "And YOU can't fire me! Coz I don't work for you! I work for your manager!" Finally Cage stopped swaggering just to nod at the teenager ridiculously as if meaning 'it doesn't matter'.

Kung Lao had been searching for a guy who had at-least 40 US dollars the boatman wanted. Kung would give the rest in his own currency. He looked at his watch, it read: 7:35. His original boat, the one he had to go on in order to go to the meeting place, was supposed to arrive at 8:00 so it gave him loads of time.

Many people, often selling, buying or even helping for money always crowded the docks. So it seemed like at least someone had US currency.

He then looked at a familiar figure, it was another friend of his from the tournaments, and a close friend to his former master, Johnny Cage stood on one of the sidewalks of the long dock. The young man beside him was definitely his guard or something. They were both arguing about something . . . but the noise of the ships disabled Kung to hear what exactly it was. But one thing was for sure—he was sure to have 50 bucks.

"You think Ninja Mime was a fake?" Johnny hysterically asked his new so-called 'body' guard. He was waiting for his ship to come.

"I think MK: DA was a fake!" Lee pointed at his boss, because they were waiting for the ship meant that he could drop the bags for a moment, which to Lee, meant heaven at that time. but he did not know that just plain talking to this Cage guy meant hell it self!

"Look! MK: DA was . . ." Kung Lao cut-off Johnny Cage with a 'hi' just a normal 'hi'.

"Lao? Is that you?!" Johnny laughed at the monk, "What happened to you? You look like someone just threatened to fatalitised you!" (A/N hey! I liked the dialog! Know that you gave it Xardion!)

"I always look like this!" Kung yelled at the actor in anger, he wasn't much of a dresser, but he looked good and if any one was to disagree with that he would break his or her nose.

"Exactly!" Came Johnny's Response.

Kung had his fists crunched into shape and ready to punch when he realized that he had much better things to do. "Hey, you got fifty dollars? I need it to pay for my boat."

"You came here by boat?" The Bodyguard asked with his face contorted.

"Hey! You're a bodyguard! So make like one and just shut up!" Cage yelled at his servant/guard whatever.

"I would've acted like a bodyguard if you haven't treated me like a slave! And might I add that I'd done a better job at acting it!" The teenager practically screamed at his boss, causing the actor to open his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Dude, his only a kid! Live him alone!" Kung Lao stopped him before he could do something, it seemed like Cage was about to punch at the poor guy.

"I'll deal with you later!" Was all he said to the guard, then turned to face Kung. "Okay, um, I'll give you the fifty for one reason--"

"NoohOh! I am not carrying your bags!"

"Will ya just listen?"

"What?"

"I need you to . . . Hey is that Sonya?" Johnny dashed Kung out of the way to talk with his biggest reason to come all the way here . . . General Sonya Blade.

"Hey! What about my fifty?!" Kung cried out, but Cage was too far away by then to even listen, both mentally and physically.

"Does he always act like this?" The monk sighed out, asking at the bodyguard.

"No, he normally acts much worse!" The teenager replied, smiling at the previous Mortal Kombat champion.

Sonya Blade, Jackson Briggs and agent Blind Kenshi had been assigned to capture and bring back the last Red Dragon member roaming free in the lands of Earth – Baraka. Baraka are a herd of nomadic mutants who served Shao Kahn during the invasion of Earth, they used to live in the wastelands of Outworld. But the Baraka who joined the Red Dragon is an even deadlier mutant than his predecessors. Baraka has grown a special skill he developed while training with the Red Dragon, he now has the ability to produce venomous acid from the depths of his sharp teeth.

Jax was the one with the heat-sensor binoculars this time, beside him, his two partners; Sonya and Kenshi stood by watching with plain eyes . . . but Kenshi was blind so his story was something else.

"Any sign of the Red Dragon member?" Kenshi asked to his two 'clan-members'.

"Nope, but keep looking!" Jax taunted at the blind man. To which he shook his head in disbelief.

A few miles up-front, a skinny man with his face disguised black mask, stood near a crate of imported material. Near the same spot where Kano once stood and had lured Sonya into the tournament. Once the man came into Jax' view he shouted: "There he is!" meaning Baraka.

At first, Sonya started running towards the last member, loading her 9mm pistol on the way. Followed by Kenshi closely behind her.

"SONYA!" Johnny Cage shouted in great happiness to see her running towards him, at first he thought she was running for him, but when she was close enough but still was running . . . he knew that he wasn't the one she was running.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait!" Johnny grabbed her by the arm so that she couldn't run anymore, instead, fell on the ground. "You know you shouldn't be running that fast near the docks . . . you could fall down and hurt yoursel—" Kenshi ran as fast as his legs could take him, speeding past both Johnny and Sonya, nearly bumping Cage. "Whoa! Easy there!"

"YOU IDIOT!" Blade screamed at the actor,

"What?"

"YOU LET THAT TERRORIST GET AWAY!" Then it downloaded on Johnny's pathetic little brain that Sonya was actually on one of her assignments!

"Oh," was all he could say, being speech less.

The nomadic mutant started running once he saw the Special Forces member Kenshi running at him in Matrix speed. He had no idea how could a normal blind person like Kenshi could run so fast and accurate on a straight line.

While nearing the crates, Kenshi used his telekinetic powers to boost up into the air as if flying, this made jumping over the crates easier. But once there the mutant was no where to be found.

Kenshi surveyed the next part mentally, noting every single wave in the air to finally figure out where the mutant was hiding. He turned around, facing the huge stack of crates, and used his inner-strength to control the surrounding air and within seconds Baraka was pulled through one of the crates!

The mutant landed on the small space near the edge of the wooden platform. There, both Kenshi and Baraka were unnoticeable to the public behind the crates. Baraka strafed into a bending position before Kenshi and his arms were stretched to both his sides. But something strange happened on Baraka's wrist, he twisted his fist and suddenly, it seemed as if his bones were being pulled out of his arms, but they weren't bones, Baraka produced strong- addamantium swords or claws, one from each wrist. A loud growl escaped his throat as he began to leap towards the blind agent.

Kenshi again used his powers to stop Baraka from striking near, the mutant screeched and screamed, his legs were determined to kill the agent with any means possible. Kenshi's hand began to quiver, as he could no longer sustain the energy to hold Baraka back. He let go of the mutant and quickly pulled out his sword to block the striking attack from the mutant. They struggled there for a moment, each pushing against the other to hold the blow. Baraka moved one of his 'swords' away from Kenshi's and stabbed it on his thigh! The blind man fell down in grave pain as he screamed in agony.

Baraka had an open chance to kill his enemy once and for all . . . but a ships noise detected his attention, the mutant looked at the Nether ship that was nearing the dock, and then turned back on Kenshi, he twisted his head towards the ship, then back at the agent. Confused on weather to kill his opponent now, or fulfill his agenda?

The masked mutant punched on Kenshi's jaw, causing the blind man to fall to the ground, he then leapt towards a cache on the ship to escape.

Kenshi screamed again, he couldn't lift his leg up, and he had to complete his mission. The swordsman dropped his sword where it lay and pulled his body upright by his telekinetic push, just above the wooden platform.

Kenshi easily set his good leg on the ground, and began concentrating on the other leg, he had to move it with his mind and jump onto the ship just like Baraka did.

The effort was useful, within seconds, Blind Kenshi was boarded on the Nethership.

TBC

**Tell me this . . . there is a similarity that I fought out both Baraka and Kenshi together . . . can you figure out WHAT that similarity is? ~~