Zatrion presents

Of Ninjas, Titans, and Specters

I don't own the Teen Titans, the Ninja Turtles, or Mortal Kombat. I own Nekros, Tek-NOS, Talleon, Tim, his father, and Zatrion.

Note: "Talking", Thinking,"Mind Speech"

Chapter 1: The Realms

Titans Tower- 9:00 AM

As per usual, we see the Titans begin to awake from their nocturnal slumber. Cyborg is the first to wake, setting out to make breakfast for the team. When he enters the main area, he sees a massive mess.

If something like this took place at an earlier time, this would have caused quite a bit of ruckus, Cyborg thought. But ever since the Turtles arrived, this is par for the course. I just hope Splinter will kick them in gear and make them clean up the mess when they are done with their training. He surveys the surroundings, spying many open pizza boxes, (They have to eat more than pizza, Cyborg thought.) multiple empty 2-liter bottles of Mountain Dew, and one thing that gave him a bit of a surprise: Splinter.

I don't get it. He always overlooks their training and makes sure they don't screw around. Why isn't he doing that today? Perhaps he… No. He can't be, not yet anyways. Maybe I should…No, that's something BB would do.

"Good day, Cyborg. Do you need help with the Fast of Break?" an airy voice asks.

"Naw, Star, I'm just thinking," replies the metallic teen.

"About what?" Starfire asks.

"You see something different here?"

"Do you mean besides the mess?"

"Yeah. Take a look."

Starfire looks around, seeing if anything is out of place, such as the remote actually in visual range, and finally sees Splinter.

"Cyborg, this isn't right. Shouldn't friend Splinter be out clocking the turtles?"

"It's watching, Star. But you're right. This isn't like him."

"Do you think he…" she asks with a worried expression.

"I don't think so, but it's better to be sure."

"Agreed." Replies the red-headed Tamaranian. She goes up to the prone rat and…

"I am fine, Starfire." Replies the aging rodent.

"EEEK!" she shrieks. At that moment, everyone who was still asleep was rudely awakened. The next sound was Cyborg's communicator beeping. On the other side was the leader of the Titans, Robin.

"Cyborg, what's going on? Are we under attack?"

"Relax, Rob, Star just got a little shock from Splinter, that's all."

"Well, since I'm awake, I might as well join you."

"What about Rae and BB?"

"Let the lovebirds be."

"I heard that," replies a third voice.

"Sorry Raven. Didn't know you were there," replied Robin sheepishly. In his face you could see a small blush of embarrassment.

"Dude, I thought that you said these walls were soundproof," yells out a fourth voice.

"The people who made the tower never met a Tamaranian, so they couldn't expect that, BB," replies Cyborg.

"Since we're all awake, I have to talk to all of you," said Raven.

"What is it about?" asks Cyborg.

"I have to wait until the Turtles get back to talk about this."

Behind Cyborg, the main console begins to emit a small beeping noise.

"I guess that will have to wait longer than expected, Rae. The Turtles are sending out a distress signal. Just say the word, Rob."

Robin smirked. "TITANS, GO!"

In the Netherrealm…

We see the dark shape, now known to be Noob, sitting in a meditative stance, eyes closed. Suddenly, his eyes open, revealing them to be as black as his costume.

"Things are going according to plan. Soon, I shall be free, and I shall have my revenge," replies the dark clothed Netherrealm denizen.

"Just how are you planning to get free, may I ask?" asks a body in the shadows.

"Reveal yourself, or prepare to perish!" Noob yells and jumps up, preparing for battle.

We see the body leave the shadows, revealing himself to be an elderly man, far older than any human. Despite his extreme age, he is surprisingly athletic and muscular.

"I have no quarrel with you, Noob Saibot," replies the elderly man.

"How do you know of my name, old man?"

"I know all, wraith."

"I doubt that."

"I know, before your demise, you were ordered to obtain an amulet that was created by a fallen Elder God, Shinnok. I know that you committed murder on a member of the Shirai-Ryu clan. I know that were once the Lin Kuei warrior… Sub-Zero."

"That name means nothing to me, old man, and you test my patience."

"I know you meant to contact the Raptor warrior, Reptile, and order him to collect a teenager from Earthrealm."

"Prepare to die, you old fool!"

With this cry, Noob launches himself at the man. With amazing agility, the man leaps over Noob, almost is if he were originally born to travel through the air. Yelling with frustration, Noob throws his shuriken. Almost expecting this, the man merely raises his hands, and a strong ball of crimson energy is launched, destroying the shuriken in a moment, leaving smoke. Noob, shocked by the power of the old man, is unaware that his opponent is behind him. Using a beam of red energy from his finger, the man's strike hits Noob in the square of his back.

"My boy, you have much to learn." Says the elderly man

"You will pay for this. I swear it, you old fool!" Yells Noob.

"You are too quick to deny your past, and attack anyone who were to bring it up. You must learn to control your anger."

"Are you saying I am weak?"

"I merely state the truth, Noob."

Looking into the old man's eyes, he sees that they are a dark red, the same color as his robe, the same color as blood.

Looking at Noob, the man says, "I am willing to help you, Noob."

"Why do you wish to help me, unless…"

"I am growing weary, and I need to mold a successor."

"A successor to what?"

"My throne."

Seeing the surprise in Noob's eyes, he continues.

"I am Talleon, ruler of the realm of Jugon. I have led my realm with an iron fist for over 500 realm cycles, which are similar to your Earthrealm years. I have two associates on Earthrealm, waiting for my call. I will let you use them to your ends, but you must submit your will to me, and become my sub-ruler. Doing so, you will become ruler upon my passing."

"If I were to kill you while being trained…"

"If such an event were to occur, you are to be banished back here, without any power whatsoever. So, do we have a deal?" He extends his hand.

Hesitantly, Noob accepts his hand.

"I feel," says Talleon,"you will be a worthy apprentice."

Jump City Streets – 8:55 AM

"I can't believe that I just did that! I must be going crazy." Said Tim.

Tim, tired of the assaults on him by his own father, decided to finally leave. He knew that He would likely come after him, but he no longer cared. He had no brothers or sisters, and his mother was murdered when he was just a year old. Only his father was left, and he became more and more unstable as time passed.

Maybe I should reconsider this. I mean, he is the only family I have left. Perhaps he might only use the belt.

Before he could really consider this, a shot was fired. Tim recognized that sound. It was his father's service issue revolver.

Damn, I forgot that he was part of Jump City Vice!

Another shot was fired, this one whizzing past his left ear. Panicking, he began to run into alleys. Shot after shot was fired, each one closer than the previous. He suddenly felt it, as if a red-hot poker were jabbed into his upper back. He was hit.

"AGHH!"

Ignoring the pain as much as possible, he continued to run, finally collapsing in the outskirts of an alley, his glasses falling off his face, breaking upon the ground. Looking up, he sees something impossible; 2 men that were not quite men. One of them is basically a decaying corpse, while the other seems to be made entirely of mechanical components, and they talk as if they known each other their whole life. Acting out of desperation, he pulls himself to the machine-man.

"Help me… please."

Machine-man looks down, sees the boy, and turns the corpse-man to Tim.

"He is the one our employer asked for," said the machine-man, his voice seemingly human with an undertone of mechanical buzzing.

"Are you sure, brother? This…child cannot be the one our… employer commanded us to capture." Corpse-man speaks with a deep, fierce voice.

Realizing that they harbored ill ideas towards him, Tim decided to pull himself up, and continue running. He was able to run another two blocks before feeling a prick at the base of his neck, causing his vision to become blurry and his breathing labored. Staggering, he managed to walk for a few moments, before going down to his knees and hands, trying to get away from the three threats to his well-being. Reaching back, he grabs what is pricking him in the neck. Pulling it out, he realizes that it is a tranquilizer dart.

God, if you do exist, why do you hate me, was his last thought before drifting off into a dreamless slumber.

Machine-man and Corpse-man exit from an adjacent alley.

"Was that necessary, brother?" Corpse-man asks. "He would have most likely passed out from the shock of his wound."

"It is best to err to the side of caution. You should know this, among all people."

"Well, I guess I just learn slowly." Corpse-man smirks, or rather tries to.

"You two freaks step away the boy!" we hear an authoritative voice yell out. Machine-man turns to see a man wielding a primitive weapon at them.

"Why should we, you weakling?" Asks Corpse-man.

"Because he's my son!" The man cries out.

Looking down at the boy, Machine-man closely studies the boy's wound, looks at the man's weapon, and then back to the boy's wound.

"No father should ever attack his son." Replies Machine-man.

"Wh… What makes you say that?"

"Based upon his wound, and the capabilities of your weapon, I calculate with 100 certainty that your weapon caused said wound."

"Bullshit! Millions all over the world hold similar weapons, and I know that over one hundred of those holders live here."

"That may be true, but each one is unique when the barrel is created."

Fuck! How does he know that?

"Besides, I don't know of any other wielders to use bullets made out of titanium."

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"I know of only one other assault using titanium bullets, and this one resulted in the death of a new mother and a wife."

"So what?" We see the man begin to sweat. How can he know this, unless he tapped into the computer database at police headquarters?

"She was your wife, and was mother to your son."

FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

"So what if I killed her," replies the man, "Bitch had it coming. She was going to leave me and take my son away from me. No one leaves me. No one!" He began to fire at the meaty one, hitting him 6 times, emptying the chamber. The meaty man turned around, and suddenly the cop lost his confidence.

"That was NOT recommended." Corpse-man utters. He begins towards the man. The man continues to pull the trigger, unaware that his weapon is empty. When he realizes this, Corpse-man is 10 feet away. Knowing this, he drop the weapon, and goes to his pants leg. Before he can pull out his backup revolver, Corpse-man grabs his left arm, and with a tremendous force, literally pulls it off of his body. Screaming, he tries to go for his baton with his bad hand, but Corpse-man is one step ahead. He grabs his right arm, and with an equal amount of power, rips it off. Staggering, the formerly proud man decides to run. Corpse-man, seething with rage, grabs the man by his hair, and…

"That's enough, brother. We are being watched." Machine-man looks past the boy on the ground

"Let them watch for all I care. He must pay for what he has done."

"That's enough!" a new voice yells out.

Without releasing the man's hair, he turns to the origin of voice. Past the prone body of the target, there were four humanoids wielding primitive melee weapons, wearing masks, and on their backs were… shells?

"Let go of the man, and we may go easy on your beating." The one who said that was wearing a red mask and was wielding 2 severely short ranged weapons with 3 prongs on each.

"This does not concern you, so leave!" Corpse-man yells.

"Protecting people is our concern, so release him." The one saying this seemed to be the leader of the group, wearing a blue mask, and wielding 2 dark red swords. Behind the red and blue-clad warriors were 2 others nodding in agreement, one in purple and wielding a staff, the other in orange and holding a pair of what appeared to be wood chunks attached by chain. He noticed that the one in purple held another device, circular, yellow, and a big "T" inscribed in the middle.

"Brother, we have wasted far too much time, we must collect the child and leave!" Machine-man yells out.

"…Very well, but before we leave…" Corpse-man places one hand under the man's chin, one on top of his head, and with an audible snap, quickly breaks the man's neck.

"Are you quite done?" Machine-man asks.

"I am now."

"Hold it right there, you are under arrest for murder in the first degree and attempted kidnapping." The one in blue is speaking.

Corpse-man begins to smirk, or tries to due to the rate of decay on his face. "Well, I guess that means we have to resist, right brother?"

"Indeed."

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Over 2,000 words and 5 pages in this chapter! Wow, I am on a roll. Anyway, I did put in a funny scare moment to try and lighten the mood.

Sorry for use of foul language and such graphic details, but such is to be expected. This fic is rated M for a reason, y'know?

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