Gamindustri…
My home, a place I fucking hate. Four nations, in a cold war. The four CPUs of each nation, Planeptune, Lowee, Leanbox, and Lastation. All fight in the Realm of CPUs, Celestia. They hardly come down to visit nowadays. Because they think they're too good for us. Let me tell you about each nation…
Lastation, a place of over-industrialization and pollution. Officially ruled by Black Heart. However, a corporation named Avenir pretty much runs the economy. Making the CPU's rule invalid. How can you be that neglectful? My younger brother lives there.
Leanbox, run by Green Heart, I've been there a few times with my Dads and brother. It's not too bad, but the CPU constantly shows off her body and markets it. Like, we get it lady, you're hot, no need to make every girl without huge breasts jealous.
Lowee, a frigid hell run by the CPU White Heart. To say the least, I don't like Lowee. People from Lowee are overly aggressive, blunt, and emotional. Probably because they have to walk around in that blasted weather. It's been beset by blizzards lately from what I hear, and White Heart closed the borders. No one in or out.
Finally, Planeptune, my current home. Our CPU is Purple Heart. Overall, very lax in policy, unless you challenge her authority. Then you'd get a hit on you and your body will be found in a dirty alleyway. Crime is wild here in Planeptune, consequence of all the additional rights to privacy and whatever. All the major crime families were formed in, or recently flocked to, Planeptune.
Overall, Gamindustri is a mess. The CPUs are too busy squabbling over who rules the world to care. So suffice to say, I don't fucking like them. I don't respect their authority and I would wring their necks myself.
Still, someone should either step in or hopefully someone finally wins. So we can stop this stupid war and do something else with our lives.
"WELCOME EVERYONE TO ANOTHER SHOWDOWN IN THE EDENIA RING!!" An announcer exclaimed as a crowd cheered. There was a large rectangular mat. "WHO WILL COME OUT ON TOP IN THIS BRUTAL FIGHT TO THE FINISH?! LET'S FIND OUT FROM OUR TWO FINALISTS! ON THE LEFT…!" The announcer yelled.
A girl about eighteen walked down the lane. Long brown hair done up in a ponytail. Wearing a black belt around her waist, and a red headband on her head. She wore red gloves and was barefoot. "A VISITOR FROM LOWEE! AN MMA FIGHTER WHO WE'VE ALL SEEN HERE BEFORE! THE ONE AND ONLY C-SHA!!!" The announcer introduced as the crowd cheered for her. C-Sha had a nervous but determined expression.
Until the lights got dark and spotlights shone on the right side. "ON THE RIGHT SIDE! YOU KNOW HIM, LOVE HIM, AND HATE HIM! KING OF FIGHTERS, SCOURGE OF THE VANIR FAMILY, THE ULTIMATE STREET FIGHTER, AND ULTRA KOMBATANT…!" The announcer began with much more excitement than C-Sha's introduction.
A boy about nineteen began walking down the lane. Wearing black shorts, black mma gloves and shin guards. His head is shaved down and his eyes a cruel violet. A cocky smirk on his face. His body is tall and muscular. On his back was a silver tattoo of a dragon with a circle around it. Like it was a taijitu. "...THE BLACK DRAGON OF PLANEPTUNE, NETHERREALM!!!!" The announcer introduced. The crowd went wild at his introduction.
C-Sha and Netherrealm both stepped forward to face each other. Netherrealm towered over his opponent as he looked down at her. "Here to challenge me again? What a joke," Netherrealm laughed before stepping back and entering a karate stance. She clenched her fists at his taunting. C-Sha also stepped back and got into a kickboxing stance.
The fighters dashed towards each other at the sound of the gong. Netherrealm ducked under a high sweeping kick. Then popped up to deliver a strong uppercut to her chin. Sending her up into the air. She landed on her hands and backflipped onto her feet. Netherrealm held his arms out to taunt her.
C-Sha ran at him and began to throw a flurry of high speed punches. All of which Netherrealm weaved around and under. His eyes widened with glee and his smirk became wider. He bent backwards to avoid a jumping knee. C-Sha jumped over him and twisted her body in the air. Lashing with a kick aimed at his back as he straightened up. However a black portal opened behind him. A hand reached out and grabbed her leg. Pulling her into the portal. "NETHERREALM'S SIGNATURE PORTAL TECHNIQUE HAS CAUGHT C-SHA!" The announcer gasped.
When she stumbled out of the exit portal. She was right in front of Netherrealm. Who was reeling his fist back for a devastating punch to the jaw. He felt the bones crack under the force. As she was falling backwards. Until a man made out of shadow jumped up from the spot where she was about to fall on. He kneed C-Sha in the face. Breaking her nose with a crunch. "AND THERE IT IS FOLKS! NETHERREALM'S SHADOW CLONE!" The announcer exclaimed as the crowd popped off.
Netherrealm laughed as C-Sha was disoriented. The shadow man had solid, glowing white eyes. A cowl and face mask, a cuirass, black kung fu pants and tabi boots. Along with a black headband tied around the cowl. The shadow man cracked his knuckles. Before he and Netherrealm high kicked C-Sha's head at the same time.
Then the shadow put C-Sha into a full nelson hold. Netherrealm threw a harsh punch to the head. "You're weak!" He exclaimed. Then the shadow kneed her in the back. "Pathetic and worthless!" Netherrealm taunted sadistically. He turned to the side and kicked C-Sha in the gut. Causing her to vomit all over his leg. "You're not cut out to do anything! So do us all a favor and die!" Netherrealm cruelly mocked.
The shadow walked in front of C-Sha. He bent down and cupped his hands, palms up. Netherrealm ran at the clone and was boosted up into a high jump. At the same time, the clone ran at C-Sha and clotheslined her to the ground. Once she was on the ground. Netherrealm crashed down onto her, with a people's elbow.
Then he picked her up by the gi. Making her look into his eyes. "Last words before I send you to the afterlife?" Netherrealm whispered. C-Sha looked in fear as Netherrealm punched her again. Making blood splatter on the mat. Then he sat on her torso. He punched her a few times. Making a tooth fly out of her mouth. "You're nothing more than a punching bag. Stop getting in the ring. I never wanna see your sorry face again," Netherrealm said to her before getting off of her.
He grabbed her by the hair and raised her up to the cheering crowd. He then put her in an arm lock. With a snap, breaking her arm. C-Sha screamed in agony. Then the shadow kicked her other arm, breaking that one as well. Netherrealm then dragged C-Sha to the edge of the mat. He pushed out like garbage. Sadistically watching her head hit the stairs as she was knocked unconscious.
Netherrealm walked to the center of the mat. Raising his arms up with a triumphant, bloodthirsty roar. The crowd screamed and popped off at his victory. Medical personnel got C-Sha on a stretcher, escorting her out of there. "THE WINNER IS NETHERREALM!!" The announcer proclaimed.
The roaring faded as Netherrealm was now in the locker room. Having washed himself off. He checked his phone to see that it's getting late. He was busy putting on his clothes. Tabi boots, black kung-fu pants and long sleeves. "Damn Netters, you slaughtered that girl!" A voice said.
Netherrealm looked to see another muscular man. With a platinum blonde faux hawk and ice blue eyes. A scar going through his left eyebrow. He wears white shorts with boxing tape around his feet and hands. "Bylgja…" Netherrealm said with a displeased expression.
"Don't fucking call me that. It's a stupid nickname. You look like a weak child with that," Netherrealm coldly said before getting up. He put on his cuirass and bracers. Bylgja scoffed and frowned, showing off his crooked teeth.
"You know, you think you're hot shit because you buried the Vanir Family and beat Hodr. But someone is gonna rise up and knock the dragon off his throne. It's gonna be me!" Bylgja said. Netherrealm scowled at his words.
"You got a match coming up, right?" Netherrealm asked. Bylgja raised a brow and nodded. Netherrealm glanced down at his leg. One good kick could break his bones. Making him unable to fight. However, Netherrealm clicked his tongue. He'd rather not get disqualified, as much as he wants to put this upstart in his place. "Good luck," Netherrealm growled. Before grabbing his duffel bag and walking past Bylgja. Making sure to shoulder check him as he left.
He was now outside of the building. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder. As he began to make his way home. In the sky he saw three shooting stars. Each falling only a few seconds apart from each other. One falling to Planeptune. Heading straight for the Virtua Forest.
Netherrealm stared in the direction of the Virtua Forest for a second. "I could probably get a lot of money if I sold the shooting star to someone," Netherrealm muttered. He dropped his duffel bag and looked through it. He slung a sheathed wakizashi on his back. Put on a cowl and face mask. He put on a black cuirass with shoulder pads. Two bracers around his arm and two greaves around his shins.Before tying a headband around the cowl. Then he took off for the Virtua Forest.
It was dark, and oddly silent. It's like monsters are being repelled back. Because he usually would've encountered a monster soon after he entered the forest. He kept walking down the trail until he smelled smoke. He began to walk faster towards the crash sight. What he saw wasn't a shooting star.
Standing in the center of the crater was a short girl. She looked about sixteen. Short yet spiky purple hair, two D-Pad hair clips placed symmetrically in her hair. Her eyes are purple and she was hunched over. A white and purple parka that was a bit too big for her. It was singed black and torn a couple of places. Torn white and blue striped stockings. With dirty sneakers and no pants. Netherrealm stared at the heavily breathing girl.
Smoking was hissing off her body. Netherrealm walked over to the crater and looked at the scorched rocks. Then he looked back at her. A bunch of lacerations across her body. There were some burns on her face and legs. Blood dropped onto the hot crater. The girl was looking blankly at the sky. She then coughed, and struggled to get up. Her shaking arms looked like they were barely still attached to her body. She then made eye contact with Netherrealm and stopped, observing him. Netherrealm started to move and swore he saw the girl's eyes actually flash red as she sprang onto her feet with a growl.
She dove high enough out of the crater to obscure the moon, Netherrealm saw her cast a shadow over him. She tackled him to the ground and wrapped her small hands around his throat. She began to squeeze, she shouldn't have this type of strength. Not for her size or current state of health. Her eyes were flickering and trying to glow. Like a car stalling and trying to start as she glared down at him. He wasn't sure if the lighting was odd, but he could see pulses of purple going through her forearms and similarly colored sparks fly out of her wounds.
Netherrealm held out his hand as he gasped. Then his clone rose up from the ground as his face turned red. The clone brought his foot to the girl's head, and she brought a hand up to grab it and yank the entire clone to the ground without looking at it. Netherrealm's vision was starting to blur, he couldn't even think straight.
And then the girl collapsed, clearly losing very dangerous amounts of blood by the second. Netherrealm held his neck and gasped for air. The clone melted into a dark substance and was gone. He sat up and stumbled to his feet as he got oxygen back.
The girl's breathing was shallow as she was bleeding out. Netherrealm got up and walked over to her. She was unconscious now. The amounts of blood flooding out of her body, she wasn't going to make it. Netherrealm stared at her. "I can't fix that," Netherrealm muttered. "...Sorry."
And then he heard the sound of the bushes moving. One of his hands slowly reached up to his wakizashi. Grabbing the handle and looking at where the source of the noise is.
A girl tumbled out of the brushes, straight on her face. "Owie…" groaned the girl. She stood up and patted herself down. She looks about twenty. She wore a tan white sweater with arm warmers. The same material being on her boots. She has long, light, congo pink hair and matching colored eyes. A short, red plaid skirt. Brownish black knee socks with pink heart cut frills. A black hip bag and a headband. Both of them have a distinct 'C' logo. On a strap around her torso is a white tommy gun with a clear blue cylinder that contains needles. Along with red crosses on either side.
"EEEEEK!! SCARY NINJA!!" The girl screamed in fright. Falling on her rear and lifting up the tommy gun, she pointed it at Netherrealm who let go of his wakizashi's handle. However she looked at the unconscious girl and at Netherrealm. "Hey I didn't do this. I found her like that!" Netherrealm quickly said as the girl scrambled to her feet and ran forward. Pushing Netherrealm out of the way.
The girl ran to the unconscious girl and didn't even have to check her pulse, immediately giving her CPR as well as she could. "Okay, time to get you out of here," the girl said as she easily lifted the unconscious one on her back. "Come on! We gotta move fast!" She begged desperately. Netherrealm's eyes widened. She believed him when he said he didn't brutalize this girl? He was silent and still.
Netherrealm meekly nodded and picked up the syringe she left on the ground. He followed the girl through the Virtua Forest. To Netherrealm, he was roped into a hopeless attempt to save someone's life. He didn't know why he really tagged along. That unconscious girl tried to choke him to death. Yet, seeing her so critically injured and the other girl desperately running to save her...
Even if this girl lived, what could possibly come of it?