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Mortal Kombat: A Forced Hero	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 26262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sheeva was a mistake.

After she had departed, he had spent most of the day thinking about last night, and where he went wrong. Kitana meant the world... he considered their love as sacrosanct... yet there was a part of him that didn't deny his baser desires. A search for intimacy that he had thought he had beaten out of himself a long time ago, in both his training and all those balmy nights, thinking of her touch and those lost embraces that he never got to reconcile.

His stomach felt pitted - sinking him into a grave of his own devices, his journey now a way to claw himself out, only to be thrown down again as he reached the crest -- but it's not by the hand of Sheeva, Sindel or Kahn that puts him there... it's Kitanas.

Could he even admit to what he did?

To her? To someone so perfect?

Maybe he wouldn't be the piece of shit he thought he was if he could muster up the courage to tell her the truth. With no spin, no lies.

That would come to a head though.

Heavy words do burden hearts, I'd cave.

His inner warring thoughts had gotten him off track - as he found himself deep within a darkened forest. It was different from where he had started -- the trees there were packed tightly together, uniform to one another. Like terracotta soldiers. Here, they all seemed to sprout into a chaotic fashion, forming into huge knotted wood, gnashing everywhere they could, as if they were lashing out at one another.

Something had gone wrong though. The ground, the trees and even the leaves were a stark grey. Like life had abandoned this place a long time ago. Maybe the bedfellows had grown too strange. The way one looked to his immediate vicinity, bothered him in particular. It was withered to the point of being kindling. He snapped a piece off with as much as effort as it took to blink and it quickly became powdered ashen in his fingers. Something about it was hard to describe. It had two sunken indents that were at least a foot apart, below that were two smaller vertical slits. At the base was a gaping hole that had bark jutting forward in jagged edges. It looked like you could fall into it. Separately they meant nothing, but together, it was like... a face... screaming out in anguish.

"Make a wrong move and I'll put a bullet in you." A bullet? Were they capable of this kind of technology? All signs pointed to no. He turned without fear. She jutted the gun at him. "Back off." He did a once over of Sonya. She looked to be of the same birth place... the dog tags and badge being the give away.

"I am from Earthrealm-" He mentally chided himself. "Earth."

"And you dress like that? Somehow I don't believe you." Despite very well being a potential danger to her life, she talked to him with a blitheness he found inviting - even with a gun pointed in his face.

The important thing is that she hadn't shot him. Maybe there was a reason. He decided to lay out his cards to her. "I was sent by Raiden."

Her face went from a fierceness to a steely eyed look of confusion, a bit hopeful. Her gun still trained on him however. "Thee Raiden?" Her voice less threatening and more confused than anything.

What other could there be? "He has been my sensei for awhile now."

"That's great and everything, but he's never mentioned you before..." The tone was back to accusatory. He guessed Raiden hadn't gotten around to telling his original Earthrealm warriors. He still remembered how Raiden talked about Liu Kang and his followers, always proud of them, but mostly Liu in particular - Raiden placed him above all others.

"I was trained in secret, as I have been entrusted with unshackling Edenia's rule of him." She raised an eyebrow at this. "I'm glad to have met another living soul as I-"

She cut his diatribe short. "By 'him', you mean Shao Kahn, right?"

His nod was curt. "Of course."

She steadied once more, before pulling her gun back and holstering it and extending a hand. "Sonya Blade." He did likewise.

He didn't speak much of his past history. It all seemed too irrelevant to the here and now. Maybe it just wasn't worth talking about. Or maybe he was growing rather fond of the idea of staying here in Edenia with Kitana and getting to know this unique culture. The side of his lip began to curl, and he had to look away from Sonya. Would it really be that bad an idea? Being here for the rest of his life with the woman he loved?

Sonya explained that she had been with her partner - a man by the name Jax - on the trail of someone they weren't even sure existed, when some of Kahn's forces separated the two. She had been searching for him ever since.

No offense to Sheeva, but having a normal traveling companion and just someone to talk to sapped away any fear inspiring power this place had, but it also didn't hurt that she was rather attractive in ways Sheeva wasn't.

He rejected those thoughts. His transgression couldn't happen again. He had one goal. One love...

He hoped to change the subject, maybe ask her something embarrassing to further curb the thoughts, but the calming walk came to a sudden halt when she had come to a dead stop. He wondered for a second what was wrong as Sonya ran over and away from him. "Oh no. Please god no." He could see why now. The man she had been looking for was dead. Sonya fell near her fallen compatriot.

The blood had drooled out of Jax's hanging mouth, forming a pool beside him. He could see her reflection in it. It was oddly reflective, as he watched the tears on her face flow from behind her back.

He didn't say a word about them. What was his place exactly to say something? Yet he wondered if she needed it, the comfort of a warm hand on a shoulder and a reassuring voice. He could sense it though. She had that killer instinct inside her, but she wasn't indifferent to death, so the feeling of anguish that came from this, losing somebody she cared for... it must have been immense.

The thoughts of loved ones always came clearest in times like this, as they had a moment of silence, giving respect to the fallen man. He'd never known him, but he would not pretend he wasn't a loss in this conflict.

He wondered if Kitana had mourned him the same way Sonya did.

Just then, a hand had rippled out and before he could say a word, Sonya was pulled in. He fell into the same position Sonya had just been, patting the wet grass. The entry point missing. Instead now was a two way mirror of blood that shimmered as he saw Sonya struggling to reach for him, sinking further and further down.

Without fear, he punched into what seemed like hard ground, with a thunderous splash in response. Reaching further and further down, fingers desperate to clasp at anything, from her hand to her hair to her outfit. Anything would do.

Painfully, it didn't come down to that

The head of the woman hit his chin as she flew up like a mortar round. She hit hard, and the next few moments were a blur outside of the feeling of his teeth rattling. There were two unpleasant sounding deposits as he and Sonya landed with loud thumps.

His head limply fell to its side and he could now see Sonya splayed out in the rotted grass. He had taken a tumble and she was just a few feet across the pathway from him. She seemed like she had been knocked out cold, covered from head to toe in blood, her once beautiful blonde hair now matted in red, changing in colour to a disgusting degree, but her body stirred, murmuring, her face wiping against the ground before coughing up what she had swallowed, followed up by gasps for air. He looked back again to where she had popped out of, and what emerged... he couldn't believe his eyes. Strings of red crimson formed webs that interlocked, which shifted, as more and more seemed to gather. Soon, it seemed to stabilize into a statue of blood, its bust first, revealing an immaculate figure with an iron stomach. More and more of the figure seemed to fit into place as it eventually filled out from a piece of red clay into human flesh, revealing every finer detail of her nudity -- her naked chest was almost as bountiful as Sonya's seemed to be, with dark areolas that were quickly covered by what little clothes she seemed to wear. Her red boots were knee high, with black leg wrapping that went just below the thigh, leading to the four obvious kunai bound to them.

It was a disgusting transformation, but she came out of it like nothing happened. Even he needed time from his teleportation to get his bearings. Guess that came from experience. He could see she already was acting with a commanding presence as she stepped forward. As he got a better look, she met his gaze with her dull shade of blue eyes, which was still rather striking considering it was in a sea of red, but she looked away once she had locked her eyes upon the fallen girl, they may as well have been that of a shark's, cause they saw nothing but blood.

Without question in his mind, he knew she was responsible for what happened to the deceased soldier, then he looked again to Sonya, still laid up, in no condition to fight.

He knew.

A quick kip up brought him to his feet, and without delay, he charged at her. He should have known better. Maybe the hit rocked his head harder than he realised, as now, he couldn't deliver the blow he intended for her. His motor skills must have been hurt worse than he... no. That wasn't it at all.

The feeling of that congealment began yanking his left arm backwards. It crept around, out of his sight, as the slimy substance started yanking towards, then entrapping his right as well. He may have been figuratively disarmed in this half hearted straitjacket , but that wouldn't stop him. His face lowered from her view, not revealing anything, waiting for another moment to strike.

Then like gallons of weighing water attached to him suddenly, he fell down like a ton of bricks. On his knees, he was now eye to eye with something sinister he hadn't mentioned, hoping it wouldn't come to this.

Before, the area between her legs was like that of a dolls. Smooth. Perfect.

Empty.

That was the one thing he didn't mention. A certain sexual characteristic of her was missing as she was creating herself. One commonality amongst all the women he's met so far on this journey. Now, the object he feared began to take shape, like the skeleton of a freighter amassing itself together like spiders working on a masterpiece. He struggled, his body tightening to a point where it felt like he was going to cross a threshold and pop something he shouldn't - but he was willing to as he stared into the dark abyss of her cock's loaded barrel. He felt like he knew every intimate detail of the appendage, every muscle, every vein, and he hadn't even touched her.

Yet...

There was an odd quiet, the red ninja coy with her actions, as she surveyed the area, her actions and body language hard and far too inhuman to understand. He felt almost desperate enough to beg to know what was about to happen - but his answer came as the lithesome predator began to stalk her wounded prey, her right hand resting upon the handle of a short blade that held firmly at her back. He gritted his teeth as he watched helplessly, the sound of the blade exiting its sheath was like a razor in his mind.

"Sonya!"

THWIP

Before he could even react, the scarlet clad bloodwalker nearly circumcised him with one of those kunai, and she didn't even flinch to deliver the throw. Like it didn't even happen. She continued unabated, now holding the blade to the fallen girl, tracing along the sides of her skin-tight battle pants. Sonya moaned, attempting to stand, but she was clearly still too punch drunk. A single grinding of her heel against Sonya's behind was all it took to knock her down again.

Kneeling down, she seemed to have been sizing up her target, the hand with the blade tracing along Sonya's form, wafting across her like a scorpion's tail ready to strike. He cringed every time steel touched tip with her skin for even the slightest second, even if it didn't draw blood. Sonya for her credit didn't cower, but she knew the game being played just as well as he did. She remained still, trying to make herself seem like unexciting quarry, but even just a glance between the blade wielding woman's legs was enough to dispel that theory.

With a pull of her ponytail, Sonya let out a low and muted moan, her face awash with pain, eyes partially closed and mouth agape. He wanted to shout out to Sonya again as he saw that knife being dangled in front of her face, but wasn't sure if that first throw was the warning shot and the next one would go into his throat.

Starting from below the waist, he grimaced as he watched the red ninja place the tipped point against Sonya's nether region. She didn't stay long however as she began gliding up her well toned stomach with that knife. He imagined the way that steel felt against the tautness of Sonya's skin, her navel could feel like and look like a washboard, but it couldn't deflect the blade's pierce. He could sense that hidden smile of the blood demon as she kept him in white knuckled suspense. Sonya looked to him, he looked to Sonya, unsure of what was about to happen - or even what to do.

Lifting the center of her top with the sharpest edge, she swung upwards, the material cutting easily, causing Sonya's ample breasts to violently fly out in a flutter. Sonya turned her head away in disgust, unable to look at him any longer. He stared. They were beautiful, as he had imagined them to look; large and pink. She had to have been the most well endowed of all the women of this realm, but before he could stare further, her future assassin just tossed her over like butchered cattle, and with an angry ferocity, pulled back her leather pants. The red devil seemed particularly in joy with what she saw, and even from where he sat, he could see the way Sonya's ass curved invitingly.

Sonya's red rapist took notice, as she placed her cock atop where her ass parted, resting it like she reigned supreme over Sonya. Sonya's mild wiggles to get away did little to dissuade her, as it looked like the red ninja could pop with her pristine cock at any moment due to Sonya's ministrations -- but that's when her hands sank deep into her cheeks, locking her hips into place and she began teasing her entrance, playing along Sonya's crevice as she feigned the ability to find what she was looking for. Before she delivered her non lethal stab, Sonya reached out a shaking hand to him. This time, he looked away.

Yet not for long. His head whipped back as he heard her scream. With the red demon sinking her hips into the backside of the blonde, Sonya's water blue eyes were shot open with tears, a piercing look that ignored him completely and chomped down teeth. His hands slacked, resting into the murky feeling water to his back. She had given up, and in some ways so did he. He could only watch her slope, as Sonya's hanging breasts were forced down and her heavy tits began grinding into the brown and dead pasture with every thrust, her perfect body now as dirty as he imagined she felt. It didn't take long for the rapists sexual demands to grow, as her lower body began moving violently, her lust unquenchable

Then he wondered what she would do to him.

The red ninja seemed unable to express her emotions vocally, instead choosing wild and frantic twists of the neck. Yet there was a sound that defined their relationship: With every slap of skin to skin contact between them, it was a reminder to Sonya she was just a piece of meat. There was a strange, yet consistent rhythm. Almost as if a message was being communicated as if she had done this before. She was trained well, her athletically defined body the result. Without even thinking twice, she grabbed the heavy thigh of Sonya's bare leg, before lifting it from where it had sunken into the dirt.

Sonya's thick and frustrated cock bounced, wincing cream with every pump from behind.

It went on like this. Ceaseless reminders of Sonya's pain and the red ninja's mastery of the situation, and now, pangs of pain that rang throughout his fists.

Holding her hips didn't seem like it was enough for her, and soon she had her hawk like grip sunken into the blonde American girls shoulders. Sonya's spine curved in the middle in a way that didn't even seem possible, but that seemed to be the least of her worries, as her violator seemed to be spasming in her last throes. He saw the underside of Sonya's neck tighten, a bead of sweat flying. He could read her face - the way her teeth chomped down before letting out a frustrated hiss, her chin jutting forward suddenly with each and every unwanted deposit that was made.

He knew that feeling well.

Like nothing had even happened, she stepped away from Sonya hurriedly, almost drunkenly, her steps misaligned unlike the calculating fiend he had seen before, clearly, the pleasure had gone to her head. She began her stride, her messy cock swaying heavily between her legs and he knew exactly what she wanted from him, as his eyes faced forward to her glinting eye on her lower half, the bones of her hips forming a V shape that pointed to only one thing. His body stiffened, head tilted up as far it would go. Her hands raised in kind, ready to pull him back down to crotch level.

Like a fish in a stream however, he snatched her hand with ease before bringing her down, her face nearly hitting the water. She turned, her eyes widening, incapable of understanding how this could happen. This was probably the least control she ever had in her life. His hand finally revealing the throwing dagger. It only stayed clutched over her back for a second as he drove it into her spine, before tossing her in.

She wasn't dead, no--but the good stuff was about to begin. He watched with a sneer as she emerged out in a voiceless scream, her cheeks hollowed out as more and more of her dropped off in wet bloody gooplets, her motions like that of someone who couldn't swim, - but he knew that wasn't the case - he watched as she paddled desperately. As she went to splash down once again into the reddening pool, her hand and the water became one in the same as she was now disappearing into the depths. It began to take the rest of her. Her mask fading, now exposing her face for the first time. When the lower part of her jaw began melting, exposing the interiors of her insides, he had to look away, questioning why he even took satisfaction.

From one grim sight to another, Sonya's wilted form was like that of a trampled flower; barely able to hold herself together. He offered her his hand. Hers was shaking like a leaf, but eventually she placed it into his. The softness and frailty of those fingers almost had him lock up for a brief second as he helped raise her.

Sonya had only decided to do something about hiding those breasts of hers when she was standing at full attention, tying a knot with what was left of her outfit, that securement was understandable considering what just happened. His focus falling back to his fallen foe. Sonya approached, his voice soft. "I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you sooner... if I had only known that this forest was alive and hungry..." He motioned for her to look at the bloodied pool that was now cleaning what was left of the red ninja, then to his weathered fists. "We should part ways..."

Sonya grimaced as she held up a hand, revealing herself trying to get him to stop. "Wait! Don't be sorry - you did what you could..." She said weakly. Sonya looked absolutely ruffled, the make up around her eyes smeared and her hair all over the place, but more than that, she looked... vulnerable - and not in the way she acted when she saw Jax. She barely resembled the girl he first met, shaken up in a way that felt familiar. It's like he had known her all his life after seeing these two disparate angles of her person. He turned, wanting to move beyond what transpired. "Where are you going?"

"After Kahn."

"You can't do it alone!" She yelled in desperation. "I can't do it alone..." Her voice nearly cracking. "I can't go back empty handed..."

He stopped. Turning, there was a forced and questioning blink as he looked to her for answers.

"There are people still fighting. Those still loyal to the kingdom before Kahn's rule. They need a leader against those that side with Kahn due to the emergence of the old Queen, and without Jax..." Placing her head in her gloved hand, she pulled back with a sigh. "We need more than a warm body. We need somebody that would give them hope -- and you need an army at your back if you want to get past the castle walls."

There was a long pause. The moment crystallizing in the orb of Sonya's blue eyes when his eyeline broke way, as the memory of a verse from webbed tomes opened again

Heavy words do burden hearts, I'd cave.
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