Prologue

He was beaten.
Before him his enemy, his former best friend, his brother.
A long time ago, when they where children, they would have laughed anyone right in the face if they had told them they would end up the greatest of enemies.
But now he was lying there on the floor, feeling his bruises and broken bones hurt even more with every passing second the red-eyed man needed to stalk to him.
Arrogantly proclaiming his victory over him and the Elder God, the power of the fire Elemental Blaze radiating off of him.
Way down below the Pyramid, scattered across a wide battlefield lay the other warriors who had fought with him to protect all they loved, but all of them had fallen.
All what was left of them where bloody, partly unrecognisable limps and intestines which were splattered across the floor bathing it in a deep shade of blood.

He knew he failed.
He knew he should have done otherwise.
As he was picked up from the even huger and bulkier guy in front of him, the once straw head wearing warrior was beaten once again, new bruises building rapidly he was flung across the top of Argus Pyramid like a rag doll.
In slow motion he saw his Elder forged Amulet falling onto the ground, shattering in hundreds of pieces.
He himself landed further away, near an edge while the younger one slandered the Elder Gods.
Truth to be told he did not listen to one arrogant word from his former best mate.
All he could do was watch himself getting beaten up by his younger brother, his red gaze fell onto a second form next to him. It was quiet ironic to end next to her.
Her unruly blond hair was spread around her head, her white clothes building a crass contrast to him and their dark surroundings.

She had been a beacon of light in this final hour of this grand crisis, giving hope to the warriors he had once sworn to protect.
After his self-sacrifice they had become like Yin and Yang, with him being the black Yin - as the cold-hearted bastard he now was - and her being the white Yang, with a golden heart warmer than the sun.
Her white skin looked paler than normally and for a second he was afraid she was dead, but the slow rising and falling of her chest kicked those thoughts away at once.
He was afraid for her, he knew what his brother had intended for her and it made him mad with every passing second it took for the younger to stride to their beaten forms.
His heart was racing, he was at fault all this had happened, if only he had done otherwise on some occasions. If only he had known what he should have done.
Then it hit him with the impact of a bulldozing Shao Kahn at the speed of lightning.
That was it. His last resort, his trump card.

Before he could reach for his Amulet a few feet away he was stomped upon.
The large foot of the younger Outworlder robbing his breath because the half-naked emperor had hit his solar plexus hard.
As he desperately rang for air he screamed in last hopeless defiance for the larger warrior to stop. But the younger just laughed.
The older was flung across the tip of the Pyramid like a rag doll again, landing a few inches away from his shattered Amulet.
He heaved himself onto his wobbly knees, only capable of handling the pain in his lower legs, he reached out for his once shining blue Amulet and took the scrambled remains into his large hand.
A last lingering look to the beauty who´s eyes where fluttering, indicating she was awakening.
How much he wished he could make things better. For Earthrealm, for his friends. For her.
Then he began chanting while the emperor stalked around like King Louie himself, proclaiming they had all failed and how he, his older brother, should go ahead and pray to the Elders.
If only that arrogant brick knew, he would have stopped the kneeling god at once.
His once red eyes crackled a dizzying blue again as he activated his last resort with all of his essence, just to send back one sentence.

"He must win."

The only thing he saw, with his now once again crackling blue eyes, where her beautiful eyes widening in horror, her mouth contorted to a blood curling scream, a picture which was likely to find a way back together with his message.
The last thing he heard as his enemies hammer crashed onto his skull, spreading pain all across his form, splattering his head´s content across every inch of their body´s, was her voice distorted by fear.

"Raiden!"

A few years back in time and a world away a pair of white eyes shot wide open, shimmering shortly with an ethereal blue before turning a solemn white again.
The fearful scream of this unknown women still ringing in his ears.
Staring at the ceiling of his homely lodging, sweat running down his muscled body like the Niagara waterfalls, making his today freshly made futon wet like a fountain, the protector of Earthrealm and god of thunder breathed heavily.
As if he had run a thousand miles with a few hundred pounds weight at each limp - or as if he had fought that scurrilous battle for real.
To be honest he was very confused and he felt powerless - might be because it was three in the morning and he had not slept in a week due to his duties.
All he knew was that he needed a bit more sleep than the last two hours, so he went back to sleep, there was only one coherent question in his foggy mind as his consciousness went off, wandering in dreamland.

What, by the love of all Elder Gods, was that?

Yo guys!

I hope you like the very first chapter, as you can see I brought in details from the films (Shao Kahn and Raiden being brothers - with a little twist her or there).
I will pick some details from everything about Mortal Kombat so this Fanfiction has a bit of all sides.
The King Louie reference came from the orang utan from ´The Jungle Book´ and some of you guys should take the Rating serious.

As written in my profile I will try to write fluff, smut etc. I am just not really good at it.
I don´t know when exactly I will write again, might be this weekend, might be next week, depends on my schedule.

Category two changed from Tragedy to Romance. Rating from T to M.

yours,
Berry