Chapter V
"The Bloody Princess"
Some years past from my first mission with Mileena. One would think that we'd eventually get used to each other but the animosity between us never went away. At all times, I felt as though Mileena was trying to gain father's favor above mine. That she tried to make me look bad.
Whenever we were sent on a mission together it became a competition. Who could get the target first. Who could terrorize the peasants more. Who could kill more people. It was the people of Outworld who suffered from our competition. Between the two of us, we did some very nasty things. In time, Mileena and I came to be known as Shao Kahn's right and left hand.
In my competition with Mileena, whatever mercy or compassion was left in me disappeared. It wasn't long before I became heartless, cruel, and I dare say, even a little sadistic. I reveled in the fear I inspired in the people. I loved my power over them. I was the daughter of Shao Kahn, the Emperor of Outworld. The Conqueror of Realms. I was his personal assassin. I was his sword and his shield. Any who challenged my father's authority met a gruesome end by my hand. The peasants were meaningless. They were nothing. Just victims for me to step on.
While Mileena and I were father's wrath, Jade served as his secret enforcer. When word of Shao Kahn's daughters spread, fear and panic came with it. But Jade was the secret killer who did her job in the shadows.
I have heard of a old Earthrealm myth that spoke of three demonic women who served as the divine wrath of their gods. They were called the Furies. That's what Mileena, Jade, and I were. Shao Kahn's Furies.
In my time as Shao Kahn's assassin, I've done things that I've come to regret. Terrible, unforgivable things that continue to haunt me even today. The worst would easily have to be what happened in the village of Zansatsu.
The story of Zansatsu begins with a warrior named Jeice. Apparently, his wife was wrongly killed by one of Shao Kahn's soldiers so Jeice decided to take up arms against my father. The first few assassins we sent after him failed miserably. Then my father sent soldiers, but Jeice had rallied the people to fight back. The soldiers were routed and sent back to my father in defeat.
With each victory, his following grew. And with each victory, he and his followers grew bolder. Soon it became clear to my father that Jeice was a real threat and he needed to be dealt with. So he decided to send his best: Mileena and I.
We tracked Jeice all over Outworld. Somehow, he was always a step ahead of us. Whenever we got close, he'd slip through our fingers. Soon he started leaving clues and taunts for us to find. Eventually, the frustration started to get to me. I wanted to tear this arrogant fool apart myself. How dare he insult the daughters of Shao Kahn, I wondered. Who does this insignificant peasant think he is?
We eventually tracked Jeice to his native village of Zansatsu. He had stopped there to visit his children and celebrate his continuing victories over my father. I was impatient.
"I'm going to kill this bastard myself." I hissed.
"Let me take him." Mileena answered. I could tell she wanted to kill him almost as much as I did.
"No. I want this alone."
"Like hell." Mileena sneered. "You think I'm going to let you take all the glory?"
"This isn't about glory anymore Mileena. This insolent rebel has insulted us for too long. I intend to make an example of him tonight!"
Mileena glared at me then quietly said "You can have the first shot. But if you screw up, he's mine."
I nodded and crept down into the village. Jeice and his numerous followers were crowded around a large bonfire drinking and celebrating Jeice's victories. The people of Outworld saw him as a hero. A redeemer come to free them from my father's tyranny. I relished the thought of tearing down their beloved hero before their very eyes. How I would love to decimate their hope. My eagerness and impatience got the better of me.
"Don't you even move bitch." a stern voice growled behind me. I felt the point of a spear nudge my back. I cursed myself. Like a stupid amateur I'd been caught. "Hey Jeice! Look who I found!" my captor yelled forcing me out into the open for everyone to see.
"Well, I'll be damned." Jeice said calmly. "Look who it is, one of Shao Kahn's great daughters. Which one are you again?"
"Kitana." I said grimly.
"Oh right, the blue one." he said with a laugh. "I love how Kahn color coordinates his soldiers. Does he choose your colors or does he let you do that?"
The other villagers all laughed with him. I just stared at Jeice. The old saying, if looks could kill....Jeice'd been dead right there.
"Look at her, man. This bitch is fuming." one of Jeice's drunken followers commented.
"I'm glad to see you finally caught up with me. I was starting to get worried that even Kahn's 'legendary' daughters couldn't do anything right." Jeice began, walking towards me. "But this way I can give you this message to your father personally..." he then paused for a moment and then spit in my face. All the villagers started cheering and laughing. I just stood there in a state of shock. I had never...never in my whole life been so angry.
"You...are...so....dead...." I managed to choke out.
"I don't think you're in any position to be giving threats." Jeice said. "Now why don't you run along and tell your father if he wants me dead so bad, then he should grow a pair and come get me himself."
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. He had insulted me, my father, my abilities....I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. I blurted out "JEICE!" and suddenly kicked the spear out of the hands of the guard behind me and quickly trapped him in a headlock. "Fight me right now or I tear out his God damn throat!"
"Let him go!" Jeice yelled.
"You and me! One on one!" I answered. "Mortal Kombat." Jeice was quiet for a moment then I taunted "What's the matter? Not so confident anymore?"
"All right. One on one." he said grimly.
I let go of the guard and Jeice and I started circling each other. All the villages formed a large circle around us and they all began cheering for Jeice. I took out my fans and threw them aside. I wanted to do this with my bare hands.
What happened next was pure embarrassment. No excuse for what happened. I simply let my anger and my pride get the better of me. I charged at Jeice and he easily avoided my attacks. Every so often he'd nudge my head in defiance. The worst came when he slapped my behind. With every taunt and dodged pass, I grew more and more angry. I lost my focus and very soon Jeice started to take the offense.
He tore into me with brutal precision. I lost the fight before it even began. I might as well been standing still. With each blow he landed his followers cheered louder. As they cheered louder he continued to insult and degrade me. It's strange. At some point I suddenly remembered my training with Shang Tsung. How I swore to myself I would never be degraded like that again. I was failing. I was becoming more and more desperate and only making a fool of myself. Jeice decide he had enough toying with me and kicked me face first into the mud.
"You see!" Jeice started to proclaim. "This is what I've been saying ! Shao Kahn and his lackeys are only strong because we let ourselves believe they our!" He then grabbed a handful of my hair as I struggled to get up out of the mud. "Look at this! The 'mighty' Kitana! Shao Kahn's own daughter! The one everyone's afraid of! Look at her now!" He threw me back down into the mud to the applause, laughter and cheers of his followers. "This is what we're afraid of?" I finally managed to get up and started to limp away while Jeice continued, "Go back to you master! Tell him what happens when he sends his worthless assassins to do his dirty work!"
I limped out of the village covered in mud and wracked with pain. More than physical pain. I had never been so humiliated in my life. Degraded, mocked, disgraced in front of an entire village of peasants. What made it worse was it was my own fault. I let my anger an pride get the better of me. And as a result I just made a fool of myself.
I returned to where I left Mileena and found her daydreaming. She looked at me and her eyes widened.
"Oh my god!" she said trying to hold back a laugh. "Don't tell me.....don't tell me you actually screwed this up!" I didn't answer. I was seething. Mileena started to laugh and said "No, no! Wait, you said 'I want this alone. I can handle it.' That's what you said!" She continued to laugh at me which only fed my anger. I could feel my blood boiling in me. My teeth gritted. My fist clenched so tight it started to bleed. I swore Jeice would regret letting me go. I would have my revenge for this insult.
"I can fix this." I said grimly. "This is nothing. I'll fix this."
"No, I don't think so." Mileena answered, still laughing. "I'm not going to let you embarrass us down there again. I said if you screwed this up, I'd finish the job. And from the looks of it, you screwed up royally, so I...."
I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her by the collar and screamed in her face "HE IS DEAD DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! HE IS DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!!"
Mileena looked into my eyes and I think that night, she saw something in me that she had never seen before. Something she wasn't expecting. She quietly said "All right. You finish the job."
I let go of Mileena and started to clean myself up. I already knew what I had planned. A cruel revenge that would forever make the people of Outworld remember my name.
I waited a few hours into the night. The villagers, including Jeice were still awake celebrating their victory. They were all drunk except for Jeice, which was good. I wanted him sober for what I had in store for him.
I crept into the village and found Jeice's home. I quietly sneaked into a window and went to the upstairs. I searched each room until I found my intended target. In a small room in the corner of the house, I found Jeice's three children. A son and a daughter who looked about the same age, and a baby.
I silently slithered to the first child like some kind of fairy tale monster. At no time did I give a second thought about what I was going to do. They were peasants. Less than me. Nothing more. And they had insulted me, and for that, they had to pay.
I drew my fan and raised it above my head. I took one last look at Jeice's son who was sleeping so innocently. I slapped my hand on his mouth to prevent any scream and thrust my fan into the child's gut. He awoke and let out a muffled scream. I watched as the life faded from his eyes and then pulled my fan from his body.
I turned to his still sleeping daughter and did the same. Then I went to this infant who was sleeping peacefully in it's crib. I ended that child's life as well. I......killed those children. Not once did I think of myself as immoral. Or inhuman. I felt justified. I felt righteous.
But my revenge was not done. The whole village would suffer my wrath. I crept from house to house, gutting each and every one of each villager's children. With each kill, blood splattered onto me. By the fifth house, I was drenched. Not unlike the time I kill Zangyaku.
There were about twenty houses in the village. At least three children per house. Some had four or five. At the last house, I started a small fire and quickly returned to Jeice's house to pick something up. The fire quickly spread and the villagers returned to their homes only to find their children murdered in their beds. The screams spread across the village like a wave. The screams were followed by panic. Panic made the fire spread. Before long, the village was in a blaze.
Jeice was frantically trying to organize his people and figure out what was happening. I found him in the village square, where had defeated me earlier. I decided to let him in on my revenge.
"Jeice!" I called to him.
"You! How dare you do this you monster!" he yelled at me outraged.
"Tell me Jeice, do these belong to you?" I said throwing the heads of his three children at his feet. He sank to his knees and let out an agonizing howl. I laughed and said "I guess we're even now."
Jeice looked up at me, his eyes fuming with rage. "Even..?! How could you do this?! What the hell are you?!" he managed to choke out.
"I'm Kitana." I said proudly. At that moment, I wasn't a woman or a warrior or even human. At that moment, drenched in the blood of children I killed without second thought or remorse, I was pure evil incarnate.
Jeice charged at me and this time his anger proved to be his undoing. I easily evaded his attacks and systematically took him down. When the chance came I delivered a powerful kick I learned from the Shokans that shattered Jeice's spine. He collapsed into the mud and I stood over him.
"Tell me, how does it feel?" I sneered. I removed my mask and said "See, this is what happens when you anger Shao Kahn. But fear not. You can join your children in the afterlife. My gift to you." With that I gave him my Kiss of Death and took a step back as Jeice's body swelled up and exploded in front of me. His blood splattered onto me and as it did I felt rectified. He had stolen my pride and I paid him back for it. All was right with the world again.
Behind me I heard villagers screaming in anger. They realized that I was responsible for this and they intended to make me pay for it. I welcomed them. Each villager that tried to strike me was easily dodged and cut open with my fans. Thirty villagers in all had attacked me and they all died. The few remaining villagers fled as the fire spread across the village.
I joined with Mileena and we returned to the fortress. News of my exploits in Zansatsu spread fast. To those loyal to my father, it was the Triumph of Zansatsu. To everyone else, the Disaster of Zansatsu.
From the day forward, I became known throughout Outworld as "Kitana the Bloody." While before I was famous as Shao Kahn's daughter and assassin, after Zansatsu I became a legend. I had heard children would tell scary stories about me to each other as if I was some sort of Bogey Man. They would say if anyone said something bad about Shao Kahn, Kitana the Bloody would come from the sky and slaughter all the children. They would say if you said "Kitana the Bloody" in a mirror five times I would appear and behead everyone in the house.
All sorts of strange myths started about me and I welcomed them all. I welcomed my reputation. After Zansatsu, I became feared and hated throughout Outworld. I soon became the standard amongst Kahn's other assassins. Soon even Mileena became jealous of my newfound fame and set about gaining her own nickname.
"Kitana the Bloody" is a nickname I've had to live with for centuries. At first, I wore it as a badge of honor. But recently.....it's become a burden. I grim and constant reminder of who....what I was. Thoughts of Zansatsu used to keep me warm at night. Now, I'm haunted by it. Over a hundred ghosts who died for my arrogance.
I fear no matter how hard I try, "Kitana the Bloody" will never completely go away. It's a stain on my soul that I fear I will have to live with for the rest of my life.
End of Chapter V
"The Bloody Princess"
Some years past from my first mission with Mileena. One would think that we'd eventually get used to each other but the animosity between us never went away. At all times, I felt as though Mileena was trying to gain father's favor above mine. That she tried to make me look bad.
Whenever we were sent on a mission together it became a competition. Who could get the target first. Who could terrorize the peasants more. Who could kill more people. It was the people of Outworld who suffered from our competition. Between the two of us, we did some very nasty things. In time, Mileena and I came to be known as Shao Kahn's right and left hand.
In my competition with Mileena, whatever mercy or compassion was left in me disappeared. It wasn't long before I became heartless, cruel, and I dare say, even a little sadistic. I reveled in the fear I inspired in the people. I loved my power over them. I was the daughter of Shao Kahn, the Emperor of Outworld. The Conqueror of Realms. I was his personal assassin. I was his sword and his shield. Any who challenged my father's authority met a gruesome end by my hand. The peasants were meaningless. They were nothing. Just victims for me to step on.
While Mileena and I were father's wrath, Jade served as his secret enforcer. When word of Shao Kahn's daughters spread, fear and panic came with it. But Jade was the secret killer who did her job in the shadows.
I have heard of a old Earthrealm myth that spoke of three demonic women who served as the divine wrath of their gods. They were called the Furies. That's what Mileena, Jade, and I were. Shao Kahn's Furies.
In my time as Shao Kahn's assassin, I've done things that I've come to regret. Terrible, unforgivable things that continue to haunt me even today. The worst would easily have to be what happened in the village of Zansatsu.
The story of Zansatsu begins with a warrior named Jeice. Apparently, his wife was wrongly killed by one of Shao Kahn's soldiers so Jeice decided to take up arms against my father. The first few assassins we sent after him failed miserably. Then my father sent soldiers, but Jeice had rallied the people to fight back. The soldiers were routed and sent back to my father in defeat.
With each victory, his following grew. And with each victory, he and his followers grew bolder. Soon it became clear to my father that Jeice was a real threat and he needed to be dealt with. So he decided to send his best: Mileena and I.
We tracked Jeice all over Outworld. Somehow, he was always a step ahead of us. Whenever we got close, he'd slip through our fingers. Soon he started leaving clues and taunts for us to find. Eventually, the frustration started to get to me. I wanted to tear this arrogant fool apart myself. How dare he insult the daughters of Shao Kahn, I wondered. Who does this insignificant peasant think he is?
We eventually tracked Jeice to his native village of Zansatsu. He had stopped there to visit his children and celebrate his continuing victories over my father. I was impatient.
"I'm going to kill this bastard myself." I hissed.
"Let me take him." Mileena answered. I could tell she wanted to kill him almost as much as I did.
"No. I want this alone."
"Like hell." Mileena sneered. "You think I'm going to let you take all the glory?"
"This isn't about glory anymore Mileena. This insolent rebel has insulted us for too long. I intend to make an example of him tonight!"
Mileena glared at me then quietly said "You can have the first shot. But if you screw up, he's mine."
I nodded and crept down into the village. Jeice and his numerous followers were crowded around a large bonfire drinking and celebrating Jeice's victories. The people of Outworld saw him as a hero. A redeemer come to free them from my father's tyranny. I relished the thought of tearing down their beloved hero before their very eyes. How I would love to decimate their hope. My eagerness and impatience got the better of me.
"Don't you even move bitch." a stern voice growled behind me. I felt the point of a spear nudge my back. I cursed myself. Like a stupid amateur I'd been caught. "Hey Jeice! Look who I found!" my captor yelled forcing me out into the open for everyone to see.
"Well, I'll be damned." Jeice said calmly. "Look who it is, one of Shao Kahn's great daughters. Which one are you again?"
"Kitana." I said grimly.
"Oh right, the blue one." he said with a laugh. "I love how Kahn color coordinates his soldiers. Does he choose your colors or does he let you do that?"
The other villagers all laughed with him. I just stared at Jeice. The old saying, if looks could kill....Jeice'd been dead right there.
"Look at her, man. This bitch is fuming." one of Jeice's drunken followers commented.
"I'm glad to see you finally caught up with me. I was starting to get worried that even Kahn's 'legendary' daughters couldn't do anything right." Jeice began, walking towards me. "But this way I can give you this message to your father personally..." he then paused for a moment and then spit in my face. All the villagers started cheering and laughing. I just stood there in a state of shock. I had never...never in my whole life been so angry.
"You...are...so....dead...." I managed to choke out.
"I don't think you're in any position to be giving threats." Jeice said. "Now why don't you run along and tell your father if he wants me dead so bad, then he should grow a pair and come get me himself."
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. He had insulted me, my father, my abilities....I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. I blurted out "JEICE!" and suddenly kicked the spear out of the hands of the guard behind me and quickly trapped him in a headlock. "Fight me right now or I tear out his God damn throat!"
"Let him go!" Jeice yelled.
"You and me! One on one!" I answered. "Mortal Kombat." Jeice was quiet for a moment then I taunted "What's the matter? Not so confident anymore?"
"All right. One on one." he said grimly.
I let go of the guard and Jeice and I started circling each other. All the villages formed a large circle around us and they all began cheering for Jeice. I took out my fans and threw them aside. I wanted to do this with my bare hands.
What happened next was pure embarrassment. No excuse for what happened. I simply let my anger and my pride get the better of me. I charged at Jeice and he easily avoided my attacks. Every so often he'd nudge my head in defiance. The worst came when he slapped my behind. With every taunt and dodged pass, I grew more and more angry. I lost my focus and very soon Jeice started to take the offense.
He tore into me with brutal precision. I lost the fight before it even began. I might as well been standing still. With each blow he landed his followers cheered louder. As they cheered louder he continued to insult and degrade me. It's strange. At some point I suddenly remembered my training with Shang Tsung. How I swore to myself I would never be degraded like that again. I was failing. I was becoming more and more desperate and only making a fool of myself. Jeice decide he had enough toying with me and kicked me face first into the mud.
"You see!" Jeice started to proclaim. "This is what I've been saying ! Shao Kahn and his lackeys are only strong because we let ourselves believe they our!" He then grabbed a handful of my hair as I struggled to get up out of the mud. "Look at this! The 'mighty' Kitana! Shao Kahn's own daughter! The one everyone's afraid of! Look at her now!" He threw me back down into the mud to the applause, laughter and cheers of his followers. "This is what we're afraid of?" I finally managed to get up and started to limp away while Jeice continued, "Go back to you master! Tell him what happens when he sends his worthless assassins to do his dirty work!"
I limped out of the village covered in mud and wracked with pain. More than physical pain. I had never been so humiliated in my life. Degraded, mocked, disgraced in front of an entire village of peasants. What made it worse was it was my own fault. I let my anger an pride get the better of me. And as a result I just made a fool of myself.
I returned to where I left Mileena and found her daydreaming. She looked at me and her eyes widened.
"Oh my god!" she said trying to hold back a laugh. "Don't tell me.....don't tell me you actually screwed this up!" I didn't answer. I was seething. Mileena started to laugh and said "No, no! Wait, you said 'I want this alone. I can handle it.' That's what you said!" She continued to laugh at me which only fed my anger. I could feel my blood boiling in me. My teeth gritted. My fist clenched so tight it started to bleed. I swore Jeice would regret letting me go. I would have my revenge for this insult.
"I can fix this." I said grimly. "This is nothing. I'll fix this."
"No, I don't think so." Mileena answered, still laughing. "I'm not going to let you embarrass us down there again. I said if you screwed this up, I'd finish the job. And from the looks of it, you screwed up royally, so I...."
I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her by the collar and screamed in her face "HE IS DEAD DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! HE IS DEAD! DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!!"
Mileena looked into my eyes and I think that night, she saw something in me that she had never seen before. Something she wasn't expecting. She quietly said "All right. You finish the job."
I let go of Mileena and started to clean myself up. I already knew what I had planned. A cruel revenge that would forever make the people of Outworld remember my name.
I waited a few hours into the night. The villagers, including Jeice were still awake celebrating their victory. They were all drunk except for Jeice, which was good. I wanted him sober for what I had in store for him.
I crept into the village and found Jeice's home. I quietly sneaked into a window and went to the upstairs. I searched each room until I found my intended target. In a small room in the corner of the house, I found Jeice's three children. A son and a daughter who looked about the same age, and a baby.
I silently slithered to the first child like some kind of fairy tale monster. At no time did I give a second thought about what I was going to do. They were peasants. Less than me. Nothing more. And they had insulted me, and for that, they had to pay.
I drew my fan and raised it above my head. I took one last look at Jeice's son who was sleeping so innocently. I slapped my hand on his mouth to prevent any scream and thrust my fan into the child's gut. He awoke and let out a muffled scream. I watched as the life faded from his eyes and then pulled my fan from his body.
I turned to his still sleeping daughter and did the same. Then I went to this infant who was sleeping peacefully in it's crib. I ended that child's life as well. I......killed those children. Not once did I think of myself as immoral. Or inhuman. I felt justified. I felt righteous.
But my revenge was not done. The whole village would suffer my wrath. I crept from house to house, gutting each and every one of each villager's children. With each kill, blood splattered onto me. By the fifth house, I was drenched. Not unlike the time I kill Zangyaku.
There were about twenty houses in the village. At least three children per house. Some had four or five. At the last house, I started a small fire and quickly returned to Jeice's house to pick something up. The fire quickly spread and the villagers returned to their homes only to find their children murdered in their beds. The screams spread across the village like a wave. The screams were followed by panic. Panic made the fire spread. Before long, the village was in a blaze.
Jeice was frantically trying to organize his people and figure out what was happening. I found him in the village square, where had defeated me earlier. I decided to let him in on my revenge.
"Jeice!" I called to him.
"You! How dare you do this you monster!" he yelled at me outraged.
"Tell me Jeice, do these belong to you?" I said throwing the heads of his three children at his feet. He sank to his knees and let out an agonizing howl. I laughed and said "I guess we're even now."
Jeice looked up at me, his eyes fuming with rage. "Even..?! How could you do this?! What the hell are you?!" he managed to choke out.
"I'm Kitana." I said proudly. At that moment, I wasn't a woman or a warrior or even human. At that moment, drenched in the blood of children I killed without second thought or remorse, I was pure evil incarnate.
Jeice charged at me and this time his anger proved to be his undoing. I easily evaded his attacks and systematically took him down. When the chance came I delivered a powerful kick I learned from the Shokans that shattered Jeice's spine. He collapsed into the mud and I stood over him.
"Tell me, how does it feel?" I sneered. I removed my mask and said "See, this is what happens when you anger Shao Kahn. But fear not. You can join your children in the afterlife. My gift to you." With that I gave him my Kiss of Death and took a step back as Jeice's body swelled up and exploded in front of me. His blood splattered onto me and as it did I felt rectified. He had stolen my pride and I paid him back for it. All was right with the world again.
Behind me I heard villagers screaming in anger. They realized that I was responsible for this and they intended to make me pay for it. I welcomed them. Each villager that tried to strike me was easily dodged and cut open with my fans. Thirty villagers in all had attacked me and they all died. The few remaining villagers fled as the fire spread across the village.
I joined with Mileena and we returned to the fortress. News of my exploits in Zansatsu spread fast. To those loyal to my father, it was the Triumph of Zansatsu. To everyone else, the Disaster of Zansatsu.
From the day forward, I became known throughout Outworld as "Kitana the Bloody." While before I was famous as Shao Kahn's daughter and assassin, after Zansatsu I became a legend. I had heard children would tell scary stories about me to each other as if I was some sort of Bogey Man. They would say if anyone said something bad about Shao Kahn, Kitana the Bloody would come from the sky and slaughter all the children. They would say if you said "Kitana the Bloody" in a mirror five times I would appear and behead everyone in the house.
All sorts of strange myths started about me and I welcomed them all. I welcomed my reputation. After Zansatsu, I became feared and hated throughout Outworld. I soon became the standard amongst Kahn's other assassins. Soon even Mileena became jealous of my newfound fame and set about gaining her own nickname.
"Kitana the Bloody" is a nickname I've had to live with for centuries. At first, I wore it as a badge of honor. But recently.....it's become a burden. I grim and constant reminder of who....what I was. Thoughts of Zansatsu used to keep me warm at night. Now, I'm haunted by it. Over a hundred ghosts who died for my arrogance.
I fear no matter how hard I try, "Kitana the Bloody" will never completely go away. It's a stain on my soul that I fear I will have to live with for the rest of my life.
End of Chapter V