Chapter 5- Paying respect- Kane.

I told my family everything, my brothers, wife and stepchildren. Who all laughed at first towards me, my siblings smirked as they tried to take the mask from my face. Yet when they saw how serious I was and that there was no longer a point were the mask was separate from my flesh, they knew I wasn't joking. "Holy Hell" they muttered. My family was stunned to say the least, and I told them everything.

"I must do this. For every man woman and child of the world, if not. We are all as good as dead," I stated sternly.

"But… YOU of all people… A sorcerer!" my wife protested.

"And reincarnated King of the Dragons" I replied, that part they demanded evidence of. I obliged them by turning into my dragon form before them… I was rather shocked to see my sorcerer garments shape to that of my body when I changed.

"Jeeze" the children whispered.

"I will be spending time with you, yet I must do something first." With that spoken, I focused on the Shokan Realm. Teleporting myself there instantly. I was shocked to how accurate I could bring myself to a place, standing before the castle where the others and myself met the Elders and Goro Jr. The guards recognized me right away and ushered me inside.

"He isn't well," one spoke.

I was rather surprised. "You mean… he's still alive!" I asked.

The guards nodded. "He is, yet we fear the fight is not being won. We show you" We went past the halls and dinning room. Onward through many twists and turns until we came to one fantastic room. Looking about, you see carved into the stone of Shokan men and women. Warriors all were holding a weapon in hand, never a shield. In the middle of the room was a marble bed, surrounded by elders. Lying in it was Goro Jr.

My heart sank for him; the Elders took notice of my presence and offered me to sit next to him. I accepted.

"Cousin is here," One elder whispered gently. The young Shokan slowly turned his head to see me; a weak smile came over his face.

"The wise man returned," he whispered to me.

"I know who they were, and they are now dead," I told him confidently. My eyes looked to his wounds. The gash was horrible at least a foot long, he was hacked like a turkey. His lower arms held the wound to stop the throbbing.

He spoke softly. "Onaga hunts you," he whispered.

"He does, I am sorry you were pulled into this." I felt the strangest sensation in my right hand. It started to glow Red. Surprising the Shokans in the room. It was like it became possessed, my hand went right to his wound and covered it. Goro roared in pain as my hand glowed brighter, I couldn't believe what was happening. His skin started to come together, mending the wound. When the glowing stopped, I removed my hand… I healed him!

The Elders whispered about me in their tongue, I didn't know what they were saying until one nodded and whispered. "Dragon Magic"

"Whoa" was all I could say. Goro jr. look at his stomach seeing the wound was healed and he was no longer in pain, his eyes had a lost expression to them.

"I was to die. Why am I not dying?" he demanded of the elders.

The Elders stared at me. "I'm sorry if… if I wasn't to heal him… it just happened," I explained in all honesty.

"Dragon King!" The guards called and bowed, the elders did too… They knew?

The Shokans changed Dragon King to me, I asked Goro about it.

"Only the king would be able to heal a wound such as mine, you have proven you are him!"

It was proof to them that I was who Raiden said, accepting it was another matter. I left the Shokan realm telling them I must prepare.

I went home to my family that waited for me. Changing back to as normal as I could look, they all looked to me with fear in their eyes.

"Before you left I wanted to ask you" My wife said. "Why isn't there anything on the news about this? Why aren't we informed?"

"Do you honestly think people would that it seriously?" I asked her. "Mortal Kombat is a game to many people, a movie that had a really bad sequel. That's how people are suppose to know it," I explained. "Can we please no longer talk about this? I want to spend time with everyone, just in case I won't get a chance to do so again" I asked.

The family nodded, my brothers and I sat around and caught up. My wife and I caught up as well since I've been on the road a lot. I don't have much time to see her. I wined and dined her for days, same with the stepchildren. Even though they aren't my own, I still see them that way.

I litterly counted the days, the hours, minutes and seconds until Sunday. I could feel the power of the Dragon King growing and sensing death from that, souls have been lost… I probably feel that because of Shang Tsung. Yet when Sunday came, I kissed my family good bye for the last time perhaps. And went to the arena. But there was one last stop I had to make. I needed to cash in a favor…

8 o'clock. Survivor Series

Vince called a meeting with all the WWE, bringing Taker, Sara, Rob, Dave, John, Shannon and I to the stage. Well the guys were confused about the girl, but I explained she was with us. "Tonight… Will be without a doubt, the hardest things we will ever have to do" Vince called aloud. He turned to us. "I still stay you're out of your Goddamn minds"

"Thanks Vince" I replied sarcastically. I took the stand and told everyone. "From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all for what you have done. You stood by me when times became strange and awkward like some messed up puberty. You understood what was happening and didn't judge me. For that I thank you, and know this. If anything happens to me tonight… You all must know I am honored to have worked with you, and be your friend."

We all were able to speak our peace before the show started. We were going to start things off.

John Cena made on last phone call to his father and brothers. Taker and Sara kissed and made sure their children would be taken care of. Just like me, the Deadman had many brothers to turn to for that. Dave called his wife and daughters as Rob phoned his. Shannon called her parents with tears in her eyes. When everything was set. We went out to the ring to start off Survivor Series. By that time I had already sent out a powerful, pulse to Onaga himself to find me.

I felt him come closer and closer, the air grew heavy and hot. The metal started to shake on the stage as the lights flickered. To be on the safe side I placed the firewall around the fans for security reason. Onaga… appeared. He was larger and more powerful than before as he unleashed an angry roar to us all.

"That's one big lizard," John whispered.