Kombat Incarnate by Dreamer
Disclaimer- I do not own Mortal Kombat's mythology, or any characters from the films mentioned (such as Lord Rayden). If I did, I wouldn't be parked in front of a computer writing this for no financial gain whatsoever. All none MK characters, however, are mine.
A/N- I realised after I posted the first bit that Chapter three wasn't finished. Well, oops. Here's Chapter 4 anyways. It's not like chapter 3 was all that interesting anyway.
~ Chapter Four: What, no room service? ~
Matty sat with his legs hanging off the edge of the dock. His pack was over one shoulder, his trainers in his left hand. The water was ice cold, yet to be heated by a sun that Matty could just feel on his face as it rose. He was the first one to the dock, and he'd wager that Allie would be next, as they knew what Rayden, sado-masochist softie that he was, meant by 'morning'. He pulled his feet out of the water as the first minute ripple in the water told of the boat's imminent arrival at the dock.
"Hey, early riser," came Allie's voice from behind Matty. "Surely you can afford to paddle a little longer. There's not even a dot on the horizon."
The smell of Muscle Beach sweat hit Matty's nose, and he winced as he heard Master Jackson push a pair of binoculars into Allie's hand.
"ETA Two hours max. I reckon," came the older combatant's voice.
"One hour, twenty-two minutes," Matty replied. "So the Captain reckons."
"Matty!" Allie warned, "You're gonna creep Lewis out."
Great, Matty thought. She knows his first name. Means I don't have to ask him.
"You can't possibly hear that well," Lewis stated. "It's humanly impossible."
"Lewis," Matty reiterated, "Me leader, you not. I didn't get the position due to a sympathy vote."
~-~-~
*One hour, twenty-two minutes later*
Matty bit back an 'I told you so' as the huge wooden vessel pulled into the dock.
"You have got to be shittin' me" Lewis exclaimed. "We're going to save the world travelling to some obscure island on that heap o' firewood? We'll be lucky if it doesn't sink first."
"Get a move on, Lewis. And for the love of Pete, lose some of the luggage. This is Mortal Kombat, not the fucking Paris Hilton. We carry our own luggage."
"What?" Lewis exclaimed, sarcastically, "No room service?"
"Exactly," replied Lord Rayden, materialising in a bolt of electricity, and replying with his usual annoying simplicity. If he hadn't been an Immortal, he would have had the survival quotient of a jellyfish in a blast furnace. "Mortal Kombat, Lewis. You live, you fight, you carry your own luggage. Also, quit with the kow-towing. I prefer my combatants fully conscious."
Matty grinned. "Could one of you direct me towards the boarding ramp?" ~-~-~
*Ten minutes later*
Matty, Allie and Lewis stood in front of Lord Rayden. Matty was trying to stifle a yawn, and succeeding well, as the Immortal gave them a pep talk that Matty had heard a hundred times if he'd heard it once.
"The Outworlders," Lord Rayden was saying, "are no more experienced than you. They have no more training than you do. You can overcome any obstacle, no matter how bizarre their powers may seem. Only one thing can defeat you... Your own fear."
"So who says we're afraid?" Lewis asked.
"You're human. Of course you're bloody afraid."
Disclaimer- I do not own Mortal Kombat's mythology, or any characters from the films mentioned (such as Lord Rayden). If I did, I wouldn't be parked in front of a computer writing this for no financial gain whatsoever. All none MK characters, however, are mine.
A/N- I realised after I posted the first bit that Chapter three wasn't finished. Well, oops. Here's Chapter 4 anyways. It's not like chapter 3 was all that interesting anyway.
~ Chapter Four: What, no room service? ~
Matty sat with his legs hanging off the edge of the dock. His pack was over one shoulder, his trainers in his left hand. The water was ice cold, yet to be heated by a sun that Matty could just feel on his face as it rose. He was the first one to the dock, and he'd wager that Allie would be next, as they knew what Rayden, sado-masochist softie that he was, meant by 'morning'. He pulled his feet out of the water as the first minute ripple in the water told of the boat's imminent arrival at the dock.
"Hey, early riser," came Allie's voice from behind Matty. "Surely you can afford to paddle a little longer. There's not even a dot on the horizon."
The smell of Muscle Beach sweat hit Matty's nose, and he winced as he heard Master Jackson push a pair of binoculars into Allie's hand.
"ETA Two hours max. I reckon," came the older combatant's voice.
"One hour, twenty-two minutes," Matty replied. "So the Captain reckons."
"Matty!" Allie warned, "You're gonna creep Lewis out."
Great, Matty thought. She knows his first name. Means I don't have to ask him.
"You can't possibly hear that well," Lewis stated. "It's humanly impossible."
"Lewis," Matty reiterated, "Me leader, you not. I didn't get the position due to a sympathy vote."
~-~-~
*One hour, twenty-two minutes later*
Matty bit back an 'I told you so' as the huge wooden vessel pulled into the dock.
"You have got to be shittin' me" Lewis exclaimed. "We're going to save the world travelling to some obscure island on that heap o' firewood? We'll be lucky if it doesn't sink first."
"Get a move on, Lewis. And for the love of Pete, lose some of the luggage. This is Mortal Kombat, not the fucking Paris Hilton. We carry our own luggage."
"What?" Lewis exclaimed, sarcastically, "No room service?"
"Exactly," replied Lord Rayden, materialising in a bolt of electricity, and replying with his usual annoying simplicity. If he hadn't been an Immortal, he would have had the survival quotient of a jellyfish in a blast furnace. "Mortal Kombat, Lewis. You live, you fight, you carry your own luggage. Also, quit with the kow-towing. I prefer my combatants fully conscious."
Matty grinned. "Could one of you direct me towards the boarding ramp?" ~-~-~
*Ten minutes later*
Matty, Allie and Lewis stood in front of Lord Rayden. Matty was trying to stifle a yawn, and succeeding well, as the Immortal gave them a pep talk that Matty had heard a hundred times if he'd heard it once.
"The Outworlders," Lord Rayden was saying, "are no more experienced than you. They have no more training than you do. You can overcome any obstacle, no matter how bizarre their powers may seem. Only one thing can defeat you... Your own fear."
"So who says we're afraid?" Lewis asked.
"You're human. Of course you're bloody afraid."