Author's Notes: This is a sort of standalone ficlet set after Sub-Zero gives Sareena her orders. Its completely out of order, but I didn't feel like going back and wedging this in somewhere.
I
rolled my eyes as I walked away from Sub-Zero and the cyber. I don't
care what people are doing for me; I don't take orders from anyone.
At least not from beings weaker than myself.
They were
watching me, though they were both pretending to ignore me. If you
want to survive in the Netherealm, you learn to see through things,
especially the facades the mortals put up. Once you see through a
mortal, you can tell how to best manipulate them.
Some mortals
"wear their hearts on their sleeves" as the saying goes,
but some are a bit more intriguing. The cyborg, Smoke, obviously
wants to be human again. Knowing that does me no good though; it's
beyond my powers to provide.
The Grandmaster, however, wants
what I can provide. More importantly, he has something I want in
return.
Mortal men have a complex I've found. Its so common
it even has a name: the virgin/whore complex. They want their women
to be pure, innocent and generally virginal, but secretly they all
want a whore in their beds.
It's easy to see which one I
am.
But that's what makes me so intriguing to the
Grandmaster.
The little harlot who tried to steal the amulet
succeeded in stealing something else instead, which makes my goal so
much easier to obtain. He desperately wants to believe in redemption,
and how could I be so cruel as to not help him believe?
I
don't want what Frost has already; I want what she couldn't get.
That's not to say I won't have to turn Sub-Zero's attention to
myself. I've done far worse before.
The first step, of course,
is to ruin the sifu's confidence in his student. I think I know just
how to do it...