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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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A boom of electricity rang, delivered with a precision strike to his chest. Collapsing back, he went for a breath, but it was nothing but pain.

"Without a lung, do you still try?"

He looked over himself for a moment, but rolled back to his feet regardless, where his head met Raiden's fingers. Like it was a gun, he just sort of stared to the point between the ridge of his nose.

"Without vision, can you still fight?"

Like a blast from a cannon, he was thrown back. Yet instead of splitting his head open against the floor, he twisted, catching himself up right. Then he waited. Shutting down everything but his instincts.

The micro second of wind snap was enough for him to catch the fist before it could connect. He wished he could see the look on Raiden's face, yet he wouldn't be at all shocked if it was still the same one as it usually was. He lingered, both mentally and physically, waiting for that next part of the lesson.

"Without your heart, would you still fight?"

He paused, waiting for the pain.

Yet nothing came.

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Another knot and the final binding would be complete. Pulling once more, he secured it tight against his skin.

Where the cuff would normally sit, rested an arm band that fed into the right sleeve of his now ripped shirt. He examined it forwards and back, as his elbow fell against his leg. It was about time he added some blue to his outfit.

"You offered Shao Kahn passage." It was in no way a question of his actions.

He didn't do much to recognize his presence. "I did what I had to."

"YOU HAVE ONE MISSION. DO NOT FORGET IT." His shout was clear, but the lack of power in his eyes belied his hidden grievances. "Where is the student I taught patience to?"

"You never taught me patience, Raiden. Not you, not your miles of books or hardships. You only taught me how to suffer in silence."

"There is doubt."

He breathed. "In me?"

"No." The once student was perplexed. "Within me." This had been the most human he think he'd seen him. "When I first began your teachings, I truly did wonder why you were chosen - but with every challenge given, you never failed me... until now."

He held up his medallion, following it like a compass. "It was just a lapse in judgment." Taking it, his palm circled it around, reflecting every inch of it with the sun, before covering it in darkness as he moved away from the glow of the entryway. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"I know love of her drives you, but it has also blinded you. Your only failure is against Shao Kahn -- and I fear that it'll happen again."

He tried to think of something to say, to reassure him that he would heed his words

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

He turned, almost in a flip, to find her instead of his former master. He looked down once more, before letting his laurel hang. "No. Of course not." He stood, now walking in tandem around the perimeter with the blonde cop.

"We've gotten word from all the other fronts, and everything is just about ready." It was hard to describe Sonya's tone. She wasn't excited per se, but very preoccupied with what was going on, as she buzzed about, explaining their best laid plans, sometimes skipping ahead of him just to get a read of his feelings. He nearly stepped into her. "You look like you've seen a ghost." A god to be exact. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Obligations... that's all. For my love Kitana, to Raiden, and even to people I've never met." He motioned to the few early bird risers. "Even to you."

She seemed surprised, a crack of a grin beginning. "Me?"

"Because I..." His eyes winced. "Couldn't stop what happened to you..." It took awhile before he got it out with a rushed mutter.

Between an alley of tents, she inclined in on him, a hand on his shoulder that he tried to shirk. "Hey, we're in this together." He looked past her statuesque face and into those soft blues. She was strong. Strong like Kitana. Her gloved hand brought him to her. "What happened wasn't your fault." She kissed him. He felt her press into him, chest to bigger chest, his hands wrapping around her hourglass figure, getting a feel for how lean and mean she truly was, her hips melting into his grasp. It was only a taste however, as she pulled away, jerking out and away with her head. "Lets kick off some early morning rust before breakfast."

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More than Sonya's pony tailed hair flailed about as she tried to catch him off guard. He swiftly caught her elbows in his palms, before dodging a striking blow that was aimed right at his face. "Come on! Swing at me!"

"Believe me, this is good practice." He was in better spirits than before, his mind off the weight of the world.

"Bullshit!" She spun a kick right at him, which he ducked under.

"How about we make the stakes interesting?" They circled this patch of field they had trampled, her blue eyes were icey, his unrevealing. "Winner fucks the loser."

That... bothered him. Sonya saw her opening, and struck him right above his solar plexus. Another grunt from her as she took another swing. "I heard what you two did last night."

He caught her fist that time, unflinching.

Sonya seemed a bit out of breath, still cocky despite that. He looked ashamed. Sheepish even. "I'm sorry." Was all he offered apologizing awkwardly, focusing his eyes at a broken piece of stalk. The first time she had seen a vulnerability in him. Maybe she thought she could use this. "It was... I was..." She pushed off him.

"Vulnerable?"

He didn't want to address it. Sonya's following volley was on the softer side. He could tell now she was holding something back. But why? She was the aggressor. "Yeah I've been vulnerable before... but not vulnerable enough to fuck my boyfriends brother!" Sonya performed a hand stand, flipping her legs over, before wrapping around his mid section.

He didn't move for her.

Wrapping his arms at the ankles of her combat boots, he flipped her in mid air like he would a dirty carpet, before sinking her down into the ground, and falling down on top of her. "Enough! ENOUGH!"

Her neck shot from side to side, moaning slightly, then her eyes opened like nothing happened. She grinned with those glossy lips, eyes lowering into something he could only describe as 'craving.' "Guess you won." Then those legs were around him like a vice. Snug too.

As he attempted to stand, she had wrung around him like a belt. He sunk back down in their cleared spot before demanding release - which she was completely impetuous to, no matter how he raised his voice or any of his attempts to push her off.

She pressed a nail to his chest, making him stop his flailing against her, her eyes focused as he looked down with frustration. "If you really wanted me off, you could have just tickled me." Sonya let go of her tight lock.

He stood, with Sonya rising to her knees. She yelped out as he grabbed her hair. "I didn't say I wasn't going to fuck you." Reaching in, he began dangling his cock before her. He slapped her across the mouth with his tip, which she pouted out in response, as he left sticky strands on those full lips, before inserting his prick past them like they were the folds of a cunt. "Suck me, Sonya." She acquiesced with rapidfire head bobs, while popping open her vest -- her voluptuous breasts jumping out in full view before she began pinching herself vigorously, snatching at them with repeated passes, but it wasn't enough for her, his eyes like a sentries scanning for her fingers as they snaked down below, first gripping at her own seething hardness beneath her leather pants, before ultimately dropping trou.

Sonya slicked his knob while pleasuring herself effortlessly. Seeing her now so excited to suck his cock forced his hand. Adjusting Sonya by her ponytail, he made sure to angle her so she could really taste it.

"That's right. Swallow it all." He exhaled briskly, letting her know he was pleased with her abilities as a cocksucker, as she drunk him in with squirty sounding suckles of his cum, coming up for air, but not before nibbling on the side of his frenulum.

He ordered her to stand at attention, which she did with pure zest. Like an animal in heat, she stood bent over, her arms long enough to reach the dirt to hold herself steady. He gave her a smack, coyly asking "You're used to this position, aren't you?" with Sonya responding with a hearty throated 'mmhmmph', parting her globes, he displayed her pink hole - an inviting crinkle to say the least. He gave it a once over lick - a mixture of sweetness and harshness rolled together - before spying a look at her smooth baubles, her cock as hungry as her ass. Presenting forth, he pushed past her barrier. He listened as he could hear her hushed sounds of straining to accept his girth, her orifice sucking and wrapping him into her warmth.

The cough medicine pink puckering finally settled, as he began sliding into her like a saw; a very deliberate movement, before picking up a faster pace. Her meaty ass bubbled and bounced with every long broad stroke he delivered into her backend. She relished it, sucking in on those pearly whites, smirking his way knowingly, her eyebrows flaring up. "Come on and fuck me!" Sonya begged with a lusty growl, before enthralling herself into the proceedings again. Her tits wobbled and wavered with each of his thrusts, clattering together with near precision.

He closed his eyes, letting that part of himself go. "So you wanna get fucked?" His arm darted out and around her neck in a snap - her face of someone knowing they had just made a mistake. Yet her fear slipped away as her pupils nearly hit the back of her head as he rode roughshod into her, their bodies clapping almost like drumfire before a powerful orgasm overtook him, exploding deep within the cove of her ass. A tendon in her throat ran taut, as Sonya nearly shrieked, coming out as more of a muffled squeal.

Sonya fell to pieces; as if she had just fallen asleep, her wrist on her forehead, her body racked with sweat. He still throbbed, staring at her partially nude form. She was like a beach babe who hadn't had her sun tan applied, so he was gonna oblige her. His tongue traced up her deceptively soft yet rigid feeling navel - like a slug, he made his slimy mark all the way to a beauty mark that sat betwixt her cleavage which is where he soon found his manhood, hands atop her hefty mounds, diamond like nipples imprinting on his palms. He started with a massage, grinding the ample breasts against his cock, they were like fatty pillows compared to the rest of her stiff body, pliable with each clockwise rub.

Sonya seemed almost embarrassed, not acknowledging him as he humped her, before finally squeezing them together herself. She seemed almost neutral to it, seeming like she just wanted to tell him to hurry up.

Despite it being his third, it was still as copious in volume as ever - her eyelids like butterfly wings as they shut rapidly on reflex each time he splattered her nearly alabaster skin.

He was as spent as she was, as he laid next beside her in the dirt. He thought about staring up at the clouds, but watching Sonya clean up the mess he had made was much more interesting. Yet something about how she did it made him wonder about something she had said and why she seemed so agreeable to his wiles.

"You mentioned a boyfriend?"

Sonya sucked down the last drop of his seed from her finger before getting into it. "Kind of a long story, but there's this guy on another frontline. He's a little arrogant, got a bit of an ego... a huge one, actually... but, deep down, he's a good person. I worry about him..." Sonya's voice grew gradually despondent, seemingly reminiscing with each sentence.

Maybe he should have asked her earlier. "So why screw around with me?"

Sonya shrugged. "We agreed not to make a big deal of the relationship until after everything was settled. The Gods only know how many women he's bedded the past couple nights."

It hurt him to ask. "What if he had been faithful?"

She was incredulous to that.

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Emerging from the field, they gave each other knowing looks, their bodies side by side with one another.

He came to a stop. Sonya struck a violent pose, white knuckling beneath her gloves.

There, Sheeva stood. Her chin upturned, still no hint of a smile and little change in her features when she saw him. "Greetings."

"Hello Sheeva." He tried to calm his partner; maybe Sonya could take her, but he wasn't willing to risk it today. "You come at a bad time -- so close to battle, when paranoia is at its highest. Are you sure you know where your loyalties lie?"

"If the judgement of this plane is to be decided -- then I wish to be involved with that decision." Her fist curled. "There is no honor in cowardice."

"You've come a long way, rockthár." Sheeva seemed to appreciate a joke for once. He'd leave the rest up to Sonya. "Get her integrated."

Standing by her knee, shorter than her and shorter than he, was what he imagined to be his replacement, as Sheeva rested a relaxed, yet protective hand on top of his head while discussing matters with Sonya. He almost wanted to smile, realising he hadn't even noticed him while they were talking to the hulking woman, but there was a commotion that his eyes tracked, and his body followed, as several men carried the wounded into a red crossed tent. He half heartedly dashed, slowing because he knew they weren't going anywhere.

The one still with some cognition and a bandage around his eye was propped against a chair. He was skittish, afraid, the water in his cup shaking over the rim. He was a familiar face, having been a part of a scouting party. "What happened?" He asked plainly.

"We were... ambushed by Tarkatans..." The man wouldn't stop fidgeting. Not that he could blame him. "We knew we had no chance... there were so many... then from nowhere, these creatures... they were like women... but they were much more like naked, barbaric, monsters... they killed the Tarkatans..." The injured scout froze. "Most of us got away, but... they made off with some of our men."

He looked past everyone, like his soul just left the room, personally knowing the horrors that were in store for them.

Mileena...

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Beating with a gallop on his steed, with a wild yet dark cropped mane that reminded him of Sheeva, and a golden coat that reminded him of Sonya, he had crossed the battle lines, like a thrown javelin, thankful to those brave enough to help him shatter the formations. His path had been drawn. Yet there was such a force... a pure radiance of evil, that he was sure he could have found it without the study of a map.

Tying the reigns, he circled to the entrance, sizing it up as he went along. It was anything but palatial - definitely not the location one would aspire to exchange vows from, yet ghostly church bells sang out in reverie - vivid imagery of a regalia filled grand hall with Kitana in a thin veil, a faceless procession of people accompanying her - then in a flash, it was just him and her and a preacher in a private ceremony. Whether raucous or some place detached from prying eyes, he wondered what kind of wedding they would have had - and although he thought he knew the answer, he would have given anything to know what Kitana actually would have done. Either way, he knew that beyond the chamber doors to this chapel would be the answer to his creation, and whether he lived up to it.

Cultists lay strewn about in shades of dark purple and red velvet, their screams of pain trapped on their expressions. Markings of varying origins were chalked or lit up with still wet blood candles, all leading their way to Kahn. With his back to him, he stood staring into a stained glass window that shone in light like his own personal halo.

There was indeed something supernatural, as he felt another presence join them. Not Raiden... but... Kitana. Kitana was with him. He knew it. He sensed it.

"So, warrior... I can't even call you champion, not like your past predecessor. My dear, sweet, Kitana -- choosing a pauper instead of a prince."

"Are you still foolish enough to think anybody would believe that lie?"

"No, but you're foolish enough to come here."

"I'm not the one who set in motion their own demise."

"Is that from your mouth or Raidens? Fah. It's harder and harder to stay true to ones self, is it not? Many moons ago you were just a boy, now you have the temerity to think you wield the power of a god." Without any subtlety or stealth, he dislodged a hammer from whence it sat, easily anchoring it above his wide brawn, resting it near his stump of a neck. "Because only a god could kill me."

RAAAAAAAAAAGH

Kahn jumped and landed with sheer ferocity, bringing down the brunt of his weapon on the head of one of the bodies, crunching it like a bone filled melon, and even as he rolled out of the picture, Kahn swung again with such deftness that it could have take his arm off if it connected. Yet, just as he thought he had escaped, he was shoulder tackled, sending him hurtling into a stone wall. Before he could move again, Kahn tossed his hammer -- he heard it crumble the wall as the top end wedged itself, the handle catching him before he could go anywhere.

Kahn moved in.

Throwing lightning fists, Kahn rocked his jaw along with several gut punches that would have destroyed solid granite with ease, before admiring his handiwork.

He responded with an uppercut.

Kahn was not prepared for that. Then again, few who consider themselves on the level with the divine rarely expect to land on their ass. Especially when they were the biggest guy in the room. He stepped forward, the hammer falling from its place with a steely thud. It wasn't a god he had to worry about, but it looked like he hit home with the fear of one.

Alarmed, Kahn went for a vase filled with pikes that had flint ends - like pencils in a mug, they rattled from Kahn's nervousness, but he retrieved the one he thought would strike him down; the point sharp and obvious. Kahn used it to keep the distance between them, before vaulting it forward at him. As he moved to dodge, keeping his eye on the horned stick, Kahn seized the opportunity with a brutal kick that felt like he had taken both barrels of a mules hooves, which made him land hard. Before he could scramble up, Kahn was already above to take advantage. He did his best to utilize Kitana's bracer to deflect the final blows Shao Kahn tried to dish out in spades, only to catch the point in his shoulder, causing him to shout in a writhing, robotic way, before reaching for the now open wound, as Kahn rended the weapon from his flesh.

"Like Liu Kang before you, you are another failure of Raiden's methods." He wasn't paying attention to Kahn. Now praying, the side of his face against the cold stonework, thinking of his own mortality.

Thinking of who he could spend the rest of eternity with.

If there was any reason to go on, he asked for a sign.

A glint of something caught his eye - unsure of where they came from exactly. "One more thing - Kitana wasn't even good enough for me to fuck as she died slowly and miserably." Kahn heaved back the spear, ready for the kill, but unbeknownst to Kahn was something clenched in shadows - the neck of the javelin was diverted with a side guard, before he dug it into the achilles heel of the warlord. The skullfaced oppressor recoiled for a moment, but still managed to bring it down again, which was all the time he needed to roll out from under the intended target.

With another sai in hand, he stood ready, taunting him with an expert twirl of it. Kahn stared, frustrated, teeth bared. Something about the weaponry he held told a bigger story he wasn't privy to. Kahn tossed his spear, then rushed recklessly into him.

Kahn coughed up blood.

He had countered with a simple deflection of the thrown projectile, but held the ball of his other sai to the middle of his rib cage, piercing it through Kahn. He expected his own bones to break, to compress, maybe to crush his heart.

The mini behemoth collapsed, bloodletting like a punctured wine casket. His breathing now heavy behind the mask. He tried to crawl back, only hitting an altar with his faltering crown, still trying to think of a way out, a way to fight.

Was this how Kitana felt?

He crouched, the unsturdy hand of Kahn reaching. He simply jabbed him in the eye.

"I thought long about how I'd kill you -- slow. Very slow. Yet seeing you even breathe another moment I realise now that you are just an affront to my love of Kitana. Blinking you out of existence wouldn't be fast enough."

He ripped through Kahn's chest with the point of his fist. He only thought it appropriate the hand the heirloom was attached to should do the honors.

He crushed the tyrant's, black, blood pumping, organ. He could feel the infusion of the soul energy begin to burn - but he never let up for a moment - soon having to combine the effort of his other hand, as he enclosed around it. An influx of power ripped through the building, creating a vacuum of gust that torpedoed, causing glass from all directions to crash in.

He could feel how it compacted, the muscles bursting, and with one final desperate choke, it withered from between his hands, falling to the ground.

The only sign of Kahn's spirit was a steaming skeleton.

Truly he had cleansed this place of evil.

With hands drenched in the aborted life, locked in the same way he had delivered the death blow, he walked down the stone steps, a frustration looming. When his feet touched grass again, he couldn't help but to take stock. From the moldy plasma between his nails, the bruise taking a colored shape on his torso, the open weeping gash and now the thumping in his inner ear -- all to this:

What had been the point?

That was the question left - a question he felt like he couldn't answer. Nothing had made sense about his arrival, and the only thing of reason being this woman who took him into her arms...

His head tilted, his hand clutching the blue brace.

You were always with me Kitana... I was just never there for you...

Timing his arrival, he waited for the words to follow. He expected to be chided - maybe for not killing the false emperor hard enough. When there was quiet, he turned to meet Raiden - only to see the man with the brim of his hat down. Something he hadn't seen since he finished his training. With a solemn bow in return, he knew when he raised his head again, it would no longer be student and teacher, it'd be two equals.

"I know without your love for Kitana, you would have never survived the trials you had to face. For your success, I offer you this" His closed palm opened, revealing nothing. A familiar feeling creeping over him as he watched the thunder god intently.

"The truth."

The thunder god was always unreadable.

"As you know, your ascendance to our realm was no accident - but more than just your arrival that night was engineered by the gods."

The feeling was now a sinking pit, and he had fallen right into it.

"The elder gods needed an imperative for you to strive for, and as was true of Liu Kang, his love for Kitana drove him, but their bonds came naturally. We didn't have the time for you to do the same, so we transferred her love of the former champion..."

Everything.

Everything about what he believed and what he fought for was gone in an instant. He felt like he did when he saw her again. He wanted more than nothing for it to be an otherworldly fabrication beyond any measure, but he knew it wasn't. "You deceived me?" The venom in his voice nearly choking him.

"All warfare is based on deception. It's the first thing I taught you. I did it for the fate of this world and others like it." That same tone. That belief of what he had done was right and just, without question for him and what he had done. "You had prowess to learn, yes, but you needed more than that."

He tore the hanging insignia from his chest, throwing the medallion before his feet. Raiden's eyes followed it, still unyielding to his wrong doing. "Tread lightly thunder god, for next we meet, know I no longer walk the same path of peace." As he turned, he could feel his presence wane and turn to vapor.

Looking around himself for a moment, the sound of silence echoing his solitude; but he knew he wasn't alone as he stared up above.

He wished he could burn the heavens.

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Without Kahn's lifeforce to power the summoned curses, breaking the pacts, the creatures that lead the hordes dissipated back to their realms of Chaos or Nether, and without those to wield the banners of propaganda, left the mutants confused. Tarkatans now proved far more interested in the bodies, acting as carrion eaters to the aftermath. Those still loyal eventually surrendered or made their last stands. There was rejoicing, but most Edenians just returned home to proclaim the end of the war to their loved ones.

They had relied on him once - funny how some things don't go both ways.

The celebration was cold to him. Yet what right did he have to complain? They had lost those dearest to them as well. Maybe it's because they fought for something they believed in, and ultimately, he had nothing to show for it.

That stung the most.

He turned down the flap when Sonya approached. She peered in with a light and goofy attitude. "Hey ya big lug, I thought you'd be out making a speech or something."

With muted reserve, he just shook his head. "Not my fight. Not my victory."

"Not your fight!?" She yanked him with surprising strength, pulling him out of his doldrums and out of his home base. He watched them drinking in merriment. Arms in mirthful embraces, even dancing before bonfires; the smell of chicken and spices roasting. Besides wondering where the tree and gifts were, it did little to absolve him as she spoke of his supposed accolades.

From the crowd, a man in mirrored shades waved, calling out to his second in command - blowing off two women that had been hanging onto his shredded body.

Sonya rolled her eyes at that, before looking to him, maybe wanting more than a dead fished expression. "Take it from someone who wasn't there for the person they loved, Sonya. Go to him." He saw her off, having no qualms of what it was between them.

He returned to his business as he lingered over Edenia... fingers tracing lines... lines of a kingdom that meant nothing to him anymore, looking for that place that didn't remind him of her - realising soon that there was only one place for that, as he looked to where the map wasn't.

"COME ALONG-! HOLD IT STEADY!" A mild scuffle outside. He hoped it wasn't infighting.

"Sir. We caught this... thing, skulking around the camp." He didn't even look.

"She is a twisted manifestation created by Shao Kahn and his ilk. Let it go." His head hung. He wanted no more blood shed.

"But she requested to see you." He made his frustration obvious, bringing down his fist.

"Leave her then. You two. Dismissed." They left in a hurry.

He tried to work up the nerve, his hand running over his face. He sauntered over to her. She was like a lost child, unsure of herself and her surroundings, her eyes darting up and down. As different as they were, he felt a strange connection between them.

"I believe, these are yours." Drawing the sais, they clinked together as he held them out to her. As expected, she responded like that of an animal, scared of whether or not to take up a human offering them spoils. He felt like he had finally accomplished something to his credit when she reciprocated.

Mileena guarded them closely. "Did the fleshling like Mileena's gift?" She asked with a knowing, devilish undertone.

"Why'd you do it? Why help me?"

Mileena played with her toys like they were knitting needles, striding past him. "Kahn had my kind cast out of his kingdom when he no longer needed us. He was the traitor and still expected us to help him."

So. Petty revenge. He knew what that was like. "So you got your retribution. What brings you here?"

She sighed. "We have no place with the Edenians - and we wouldn't survive among the Tarkatans. I chose you because you are not like the others..."

He was puzzled. "Chose me?"

"Yes. I remember you... in the dungeon... I never wanted to hurt you... I just wanted to be with you..." She smiled as meekly as someone with a shark jaw could. Her eyes read of sincerity, but that was just a gut reaction on his part. How could he believe her? This... this thing... that tastelessly borrowed the image of Kitana and thought it could just waltz into his life...

He studied her - mainly that beautiful form of hers, that lead up to such a shocking visage that could crack a mirror. Ultimately, he turned away from her in disgust. "I'm not looking for a replacement."

She closed in on him, her hands on him. "That was the purpose of my creation. To replace Kitana." He struck down that notion down - as well as Mileena.

How dare she. "You could never replace her."

She wiped her hand across her chin with a gutteral hiss, before standing like nothing had just happened. Still acting like before, now wrapping a leg around his body, her seduction unabated. "Your pent up aggressions... I can deal with them..." Her hand now meeting his face, caressing him.

Even he was weak to the smell of the nectar that this venus flytrap offered, as he allowed himself to begin falling for it, before opening his narrowed eyes onto her. "Do you know of love, creature?"

She pulled away as if he was suddenly made of fire, not expecting such a question. "Is it... is it like a sorcerer's magic?"

He wanted to play with her. Make use of her ignorance for his own amusement.

Yet he couldn't.

"In some ways, yes." He lifted her into his view, cupping her face, pressing into the bones that formed the firm ridgeline of her maw -- before death defying by reaching into her trap jaw; Mileena's teeth and hot tongue nuzzling his thumb.

It was time to make the best of things.

With her in tow, he stepped into the crescendo of lights and sounds of fireworks. He followed them, seeing bits fall unfettered in the sky, almost like stars, before disappearing.

They would be doing likewise.

He thought he understood love. He thought it was something immutable. It was clear now it could be rerouted, that it could be abused.

Nothing was 100% pure.

That scared him -- because he was willing to give his life for it - to surrender to death to be with her again. He couldn't deny he loved Kitana. That was a part of him now.

By all accounts, Mileena was an abomination, but maybe... because she was a clone of Kitana, there was still some good in her... somewhere... a side of her he hadn't seen, and that would be the catalyst maybe not for love, but something.

After all, Kitana's love for him was concocted by mad gods, while Mileena was made by men in a lab playing god.

What's one lie for another?
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