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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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The doors to the throne room came crashing down off their seams, the two guards posted did little to heed his entrance, laying bloody in stone and wood.

An older man stepped forward, with an ancient face, but still suspiciously spry in his step, like the guard dog he so much was, he protected the true master. Normally you think of the mastermind as the weak and withered, puppeteering oversized underlings from high above in his tower on the hill.

No. Shao Kahn's form offered no lie. A man whose size represented his power. One whose abilities even sat above the sorcerers. Master Raiden wasn't afraid of him. Just at unease whenever the subject came upon this false ruler of Edenia.

"I have come for your head." He was trained explicitly for both the old man and the dictator.

"Many have." He seemed almost amused. Not giving him any serious thought. "What do you offer, foolish child, to complete such a feat."

"I offer you... reprieve." Raiden would have his tongue if he had heard him say that. "And safe passage from here." His head for that.

He laughed. He laughed hard -- nearly restraining his sides. Even the warlock was enjoying the show from this impudent young newcomer. "For what may I ask is this delightful offer in exchange for?"

"Kitana. Where is she?" Both Kahn and Shang Tsung would be a secondary motive. Despite everything Raiden had done, the speeches, the lectures, the shout downs. Only one thing came to mind. Only one person. She was the reason he was alive right now. She was the reason he crawled out of the muck. She would not be forgotten in this chaos.

Yet... Raiden was the reason he was here right now. It's why he's now capable of so much. Why he even could rescue his love in the first place.

He owed them both so much.

Deep down, he knew this was the right thing to do.

"Ah yes... my daughter." The false king breathed in. "Lovely little thing she is. She takes after her mother." He wasn't laughing. Kahn just shrugged. "Humor me, boy. It's not everyday you're bestowed a dowry worth its weight in gold." He hoped for a response, but got smoulder. He finally just waved him off. "Down that spiral staircase, you will find her in the same prison you were once held, boy."

Just as he was about to descend, he looked back to the emperor. "Flee while you can. I will be back for you." He hadn't forgotten his promise and service to his master. One day he would do the deed. Just not today.

"Do as you wish." Shao Kahn talked with a deliberate tone as if he were delivering council. That flippant attitude and ignorance of his power would be his downfall.

He started out slow. The darkness overwhelming. Then the thought of Kitana's wellbeing screamed out to him, as it had done in so many dreams of his. It seemed everyday was dragging longer than the last, but he remembered those moments in his bed that seemed to last forever thinking about her. Having young, boyish fantasies of saving her from a place like this. They offered him something when she was so far away.

Solace.

Solace in the idea that one day, he would traipse these very steps and save his fair princess from the clutches of evil -- then it would just be like before. His heart could feel the rush like he did in his imaginations.

His step slowed for a second. What if... he had changed too much? What if he had become something she could never love? Could she have fallen... out of love? He had never considered the idea even for a moment that this could even be a possibility. He had even studied poetry for the day when he returned, for he would woo her.

If I touched your rose, would I snag?

Would the truth bleed through?

There was nothing to fear.

And unlike a puzzles jag

Where I search for clues about you

Falling to his knees, sapped of energy, he could barely find the strength to even lift the lifeless body. Split in twain, she was lost.

It's never put together again

For honesty was like a decoration

Once, long ago, he had said she was not unlike a glass figurine. It pained him for it to be so true that she would be as fragile as well. Yet here she lay. Broken into many pieces. Still, like a ballerina in a shattered music box, she remained beautiful.

It could crack like porcelain

But maybe you were just my carnation

He had a dream once. Completely silent. Kitana said nothing. He said nothing. They just stared at one another and caressed, refusing to part...

He fell onto the softness of his ear, hoping to replicate that dream, staring into her once beautiful burning brown orbs that now had lost their luster for life. His fingers felt the dread, the feeling of the cold of her cheek, the blood arrested, as he pressed his shivering thumb against the softs of her eyelids, dragging them down.

Her name left in a whisper. Then it came again, harder, louder this time. He finally shouted it out to the unresponding heavens -- loud enough to quake the dead from their slumber or spiderweb the mirror to the nightmare... yet nothing changed. His stomach wanted to retch as he began to breathe rapidly. His hand ripped away from her, scared of what he might have done. Fire raged within his soul, like a forest besieged in flame.

They would pay.

As if a wraith of pain and torment had overtaken him, he retraced his steps like a wild animal, the shadows he cast now the breeze.

"Hello lov-" It angered him that Shang Tsung even tried his hand at that trickery. There was no chance of getting in his skin through an altered visage. He had just felt the cold that resided in her body. She was gone.

As he lay decapitated, returning to his corporeal form, the reality of his mistake only swelled. He let out a bullish grunt, frustrated at his own power. His thirst for revenge had not been quenched. He picked his body up, spinning, then throwing him like a dart towards the top of the velveted throne, snapping the gold like wood.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Those hard heel clicks.

The greyed witch herself. Sindel. "So. My husband disturbs my rest, telling me the fool that caused my daughters death has come uninvited-"

"Where is Kahn."

She almost seemed a little frightened by his tone, but soon recognizing him. She grew a look of a demonic flirt, as she brushed across her lip. "My my, how you've grown. Are you my age by chance?"

"Do not underestimate who I am now." He responded with growl behind gritted teeth.

"We shall see when I make you suffer like my daughter did!" The hair whipped across towards him first. He wrangled it in his fist. His attention was on it for only a brief second and she was already on him.

A devastating kick almost caught him in his ribs, but he had the reflexes to catch it in a twist, as he was about to use it to his advantage, she brought her hand down, not in a strike or fisted motion, but in a swipe across his chest. He couldn't believe how much that hurt, but it sent two signals to his brain. One of pain and one of reaction. His fist clocked her jaw hard enough for her to falter back, her hair slipping through his grasp.

As she reeled, he growled, leaping atop her, hands wrapping across her neck. "If you were a caring mother, you'd have cast yourself off a cliff!" Maybe the words from his lips caused her lament, as she responded with her own piercing pain as her mouth opened with an almost devastating scream. He only barely escaped, landing awkwardly. As he tried to regain his grace from the head puncturing soundwave he just received, the world seemed to spin, but even as off kilter as he was, he could see Sindel and she didn't even bother to pick up her pace, her laugh silent and inaudible.

As his hearing returned, she attempted it again, but he took flight over her.

But he didn't truly understand the meaning the way she did.

She caught him in a choke hold from behind, which was... impossible. He looked down over her pale skinned arm to his feet, dangling in mid air, but hers stayed stiff, levitating them both above the marble. He struggled, and before the oxygen could leave him forever, she turned him on a dime before striking the tips of her heels into his arms, driving them both down.

That was the pain necessary to awaken him.

Driving both fists up, they cracked.

Not his knuckles, but the hard material itself.

She let him go for a second, to gawk at the damage she had wrought, only to find him back on his feet, the crater they made being the worst of it.

Sindel seemed to find this inconceivable, unleashing a ball of purple fire from her distended maw. He responded, yanking a hand of hers away from them both, before palm striking the bottom of her jaw, sealing her mouth, and causing her to fall backward.

She had an ace though.

Playing possum in her fall, her hands caught the ground, propelling herself in a gymnastic flip forward, bringing down her foot. If he hadn't been able to react as fast as he could, it could have punctured his throat. Instead, he took the brunt of it between his neck and his shoulder, and as he sequestered it with his head, he knew he had her.

His fingers felt thousands of sharp tingles hit his nerves as it balled together, and when he knew it was right, he delivered the blow right at in the middle of her spine, and with that, the room grew silent. He let go, breathing in deeply

Sindel was drained of energy, her fighting spirit ceased, collapsing hard to her knees. "Please. I see the error of my ways. Shao Kahn had control over me. Believe me." She shuffled upon her knees, closer to him. "If we join forces, you and I can rule together and destroy him." She draped her body against his. Her razor like fingers traced along the outside of his groin, before eventually nuzzling her face near it.

"Where is Kahn." For he would not make the same mistake twice.

She looked up with her creamy eyes, unsure of herself for a moment. "The black church... where he had me arisen... on the border of this kingdom..."

"You know Sindel... if Kitana were still here, she would show you mercy." His finger tilted her head up, as if offering her a drink from his cup. As she smiled with those rows of sharpened teeth. He could easily see himself using that toothy grinned expression for his own pleasure. That look however, changed in an instant, as he took hold of her aged dead flesh, and with a spin, she was dead. Yet he wasn't done. A succulent sound of flesh ripping apart popped and then ended as quickly as it started. The strength required for the feat only needed for a brief second. "But I know better." The feeling of victory began fleeting once again, as he stared into the gaping bloodied maw, before harshly spiking it with both hands, in another wet snap.

He collapsed against the steps, legs at the fore front as he rested his elbow against them. He stared into nothing.

This was it. His one shot. And for what? A pyrrhic victory. He had lost her. Lost himself. He was content with Raiden throwing him into the farthest void in the unknown realms. He lightly pressed against his injury, causing him to flinch slightly. Seeing the blood on his fingers, he knew his other option was letting let himself succumb to the banshees scratch.

He would see which came first.

He wished he could pass somewhere beautiful, with Kitana... she could be by his side. Images of her. Images of them, entered his mind. Their bodies lay sprawled, next to an ocean so blue. So peaceful... not like here. Not like now.

Despite his listless abandonment, he could still hear everything. The fighting. The screams of pain. Everything he wanted to disconnect from.

What would Kitana do for her realm if she were here?

He hated the answer.

Hearing another battle cry from out there. He fought to raise himself, stumbling past the broken despot's chair, he saw defiant villagers had raised arms along with that band of soldiers Sonya had recruited. But both Kahn's soldiers and the rebels had taken considerable losses. Some lay as if trampled, others spilled over carts or in the doorways of homes. He rushed back inside, realising there was one way to stop this.

The blood from her neck trailed him like bread crumbs along the royal rug. Making it to the balcony once again, he misstepped on the small insignificant barrier. It barely had space for his footing, with a great fall below. This wouldn't be the first time he ever defied death, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. He produced it, letting the head drape above them all, the head like a sack, bobbing lifelessly. His fist outstretched, hair in between his fingers, attempting to reach the heavens. As if he had medusa's head, it seemed to yield power all the same, as both sides laid down their arms.

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My beautiful daughter suffered at the hands of Kahn because of you!

Heat.

The dream was nothing but warmth that formed all across his form. Now it made sense. He was in a whirlwind of groping hands. The feel of their flesh upon him. Their glassy eyed stares as they took him repeatedly. He tossed and turned before he struggled awake, trying to find the breath in his throat. His face and skin covered in a layer of sweat that still seemed to pour. A strong hand wrapped across his chest, forcing him back to the bed. Then that smell hit him, a strong medicine like smell that filled his nostrils. He could remember it from when he last saw... His face turned to meet the stranger in the night.

Those eyes...

Jade.

He had expected someone else... but Jade's green eyes have never sparkled so brightly. He couldn't believe even when they had kissed he had never taken notice of them. He was in a bad place at the time... so recognizing beauty like that wasn't something he was capable of. Yet he questioned her presence.

"Once I knew my sister had... passed, I knew which side I had to be on. Yet seeing you..." Her nail traced the last bit of the healing balm across his stomach, before resting it upon his chest, feeling his now normalized heart beat. "I knew I had to make amends."

He responded, a bit of frustration on his voice. "There are better ways to get into my good graces..."

"No." She sighed. "There was a task that my sister asked that was too great a burden for me... so I never completed it." He stared at nothing, still listening, but his thoughts were now back on Kitana. "I must do this." Those same fingers that sat between his now mitigated wounds, disappeared, her speed reflected by how fast she had grabbed the base of his shaft.

He wasn't made of stone. The feel of her skin against his... jogged so many memories of both love and pain.

He never got to say goodbye.

He broke.

He asked... no, he begged, with a beleaguering whisper. "Make love to me like Kitana." Her strong but slender fingers began slow, to where he could feel the wall of sweat on her palm claim every ridge and wrinkle. His head corkscrewed to her, motioning for something, as Jade pulled down her face mask, her plush lips pressed into his. They kissed until the feel of her heavy cock met his back end, which made her reposition so she could adjust for him, a hand resting firmly on his spine.

He exhaled hard as he felt her, and soon he was nothing but her sexual instrument, as she played him into forced whines and moans. Jade was an artist, knowing when and how to get him to tune the right notes with imprints of her fingers into his scarring or just applying a few more inches. His hand traced up her chocolatey thigh and his hand rested upon her large and graspable buttock, encouraging her to do more. He cringed at the feeling as she pumped harder into him.

He grunted, groaned, his hand ripping and pulling at anything, his hand smashing a saucer and jug to the ground, water spilling into the soil, his leg limp as he shot across it, her boiling cum not far behind as she planted it deep - her cock like a steel pole inside him, unwavering, even as he had gone soft, she didn't - on instinct, he tried to crawl away, but she was having none of it. Pinning him down like a fly on a sheet, treating his back like an accordion, her strong knees carrying his weak ones, she began drilling him into another orgasm.

When all was said and done, he was out of breath and he could feel his heart accelerating. She was as cool as a cucumber though.

"Are you satisfied?" Jade asked quite mechanically.

He gulped, trying to regain his composure, before offering a stumbling "Yes."

"As am I." That's when he felt her pull, and the sensation of her ejection was almost as satisfying as when she inserted it. Before he could even start to relax, she had saddled up to his side, her curved cock still throbbing, her thick foreskin swimming with her juices. He took it, the taste of salt overpowering as he gave an absentminded fondle of her large stones. Maybe it was the smell of her sweaty sack getting to him or the way she had touched him - both inside and out - but the passion felt real, not practiced. In some strange way, it felt like he was tributing Kitana by being with her only living blood. Maybe Jade felt the same way. He, her lover, Jade, her sister, embracing eachother in a way that they couldn't with her.

Before anything further could happen, her digit met his chin and gently pushed him off. She threw back her hair, reapplying her mask as Jade began to step away.

He reached over the side for her, like a sickly patient. "Wait... wait... how was her ceremony?"

"Pleasant. A spectacle that would have been fit for a princess. You should have been there."

He watched the swaying hips of his midnight lover disappear into the dark, before curling himself, feeling her warm seed leaving an emptiness inside.

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He had wandered off from the camp, to the lake on the edge of the forest, which had served them well for drinking water and cleaning purposes. His fist tightened around the jug's handle. He needed the walk.

From afar, he could see la luna reflecting off it. As he approached, a fish jumped, the image and moonlight shimmering in a ripple. He could see himself now, his distorted features coming back into focus. He audibly gasped, the soreness of his dry throat scratching. He came down to his knees, hands at the precipice, hanging over to see truly who he had become. It had been so long... the wisps of grey that resided over his younger features, confused. Maybe he should have just stayed ignorant.

That's when he saw the shadowy gleam, forcing him up right, ready to attack.

It couldn't be...

It was not the gleam of her teeth, as they were as rotted to the core as she was. It was that glow of those eyes. He put one foot down, waiting, his eyes and ears ready and trained for the slightest hint of movement.

With a rustle, he bolted towards it. Running on nothing but instinct, he scaled upwards, and before he hit the top of the treeline, he saw her - bedecked in so little that she may as well have not even bothered. A strange mixture of her untamed nature that didn't care to wear anything, and her civilized half that needed privacy, her EE breasts straining for dear life. He knew something else of hers must have been straining to be free.

"You used to look sooooo cute-" She leaped back again, avoiding him as he leapt, as he delivered a strike that broke a chunk of bark and branches away like nothing. "Now you just look old."

She was an itch that he couldn't get rid of. She lingered in his mind. Even after he believed his mind to be at peace, the haunting persisted till even now. He knew of one procedure that he could use to dispel her for good.

Ripping those jaws apart.

It was one thing to do what they had done to him in the flesh pits, it was another to continue existing under the facade of the one he loved. Her face poisoned the well of his love. Her kind could not continue to exist. He would make sure of it.

"My name-"

"You have no name beast!" He shouted, pointing accusingly at her. She may have hid her features, but he knew her well. He could imagine those mincing teeth even with that mouth cover.

She continued, taking the tree as a dance partner as she dipped backward, recklessly falling before hooking her heel at the last second. "is Mileeeeeeeena."

She was sickening to even listen to. He had no idea why he bothered to give chase. "I have no time for your games... I must rest for the morning."

"YOUR CAMPAIGN OF WAR WILL SSSSSSURELY FAIL." She cackled impishly.

"What makes you say that demon?"

She laughed again, and it felt like she wouldn't stop. After coming down finally, she explained. "Me and my ssssssisters are scheduled to attack your army... then leave the rest to the tarkatans to deal with..."

It was like getting caught without a blade in a sword fight. "A surprise attack!?"

"Mmhmm... oh, now how did that get out?" Mileena's fingers began to trace along her tight pink outfit, pulling and pushing in different directions. "How careless of me." Her lewd behaviour only annoyed him. He looked away, biting down. Why would she tell him that?

When he tried to find an answer, Mileena was already gone.

He climbed down, heading back to camp; tired and embittered, he menaced a look once more into the hanging greenery.

As he went to turn in for the night, candle light to his lips, he noticed something that stood out from his straw mattress. It was where Jade had... rested, near him.

His hand raised the fine material, unfurled and unfastened. It was one of Kitana's arm bands. It was a dark blue with markings in turquoise of a symbol he didn't understand. His eyes followed the lines like a maze, trying hopelessly to find an answer that didn't exist. Maybe it was her families crest... maybe it was a phrase in her written language that meant something to her... He didn't know what to say. So he did what came naturally.

He clutched it against his chest, falling back into the bed.

He slept well that night.
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