Cyrax and Sektor stuff wooo
The scuffed yellow cyborg glanced to his partner cyborg—a metallic red one with glowing blue eyes reminiscent of a pale blue river under a setting summer's sun—and then down to the male in his arms. A pale man with black hair like a raven's wing in the night, and a beard to certaintly be proud of. Upon his right eye was a scar that once surely fountained crimson human-blood. When open, his eyes were a beautiful ice blue, nearly indifferent from the whites of his eye. He was well muscled, and ice crept upon his thick arms.
Yet, he had been dangerously unconscious.
"Hou... Do you think they will accept us?" The yellow robot asked hesitaintly after a moment. The red cyborg skipped beat before replying.
"I don't know, Fenyang," he admitted. "They once knew us as Sektor and Cyrax, two of their best. Now they know us as machines of murder and destruction." He paused to laugh bitterly. "But I suppose that's all we really are now, isn't it?"
This caused the first—Cyrax—to wince.
"Don't think like that, Hou... We helped save their grandmaster. Our friend."
Sektor inclined his head slightly to the side, implying an eyebrow being raised. "You really think that they'll believe that when we come prancing to the doors of the temple, holding his limp body? By the Gods, they'll most likely think we killed him!"
Another wince from Cyrax. "I'm sure that they'll know we were doing no harm. He shows no injury, now does he?"
Sektor merely shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. Dearest Fenyang, as much as I admire your constant attempts at having faith... Sometimes it's misplaced. We cyborgs can easily deal damage that is not external, but is internal, rather. They know this. For all they might believe, we have killed him and are merely delivering his corpse."
Cyrax sighed. "I, the optimist, and you—the pessimist."
Sektor made to respond, but merely let his words form into a sigh as he looked up. The temple was near.
And there were people outside.
"What have we to lose?" He laughed bitterly, and Cyrax averted his gaze from both the temple, and his cynical lover.
"Do you truly have no belief that they will be accepting towards us?" He asked in a small voice.
Sektor glanced to him, and was hit with a pang of guilt. He knew how much this all meant to Cyrax. He knew how much his lover—his best friend—simply wished to be accepted into the Lin Kuei as it once was.
He also knew it was not to be.
"I'm sorry, Fenyang," he said carefully after a moment.
Cyrax only numbly nodded.
Sektor cursed when two of the more prominent ones noticed the pair of them (and then realized it was highly rhetorical; who was bound to miss two tall cyborgs, one red and one yellow, upon the fresh white snow?). One was midnight black, with midnight black skin, and the other was a girl with crimson hair (I wasn't aware that the Lin Kuei allowed it's members to dye their hair, Sektor thought to himself) and fairly pale skin, adorned in white.
Cyrax whimpered in fear—neither party seemed friendly.
Sektor recoiled in confusion as the man disappeared, and as the female advanced threateningly towards them with no weapons visible anywhere.
Cyrax took a hesitant step back; the female was oddly unsettling. Perhaps it was the inhuman green of her eyes, or how horribly fang-like her teeth seemed. Perhaps it was the near animalistic way she held herself. Or, the way her eyes never left them. Never blinked.
Sektor let out a surprised, choked cough as he felt himself roughly pulled back, and a dagger pressed to his neck.
"Why do you have my brother," his attacker, clearly the man, demanded.
"B-Bi-Han? I thought you-?" Sektor sputtered.
"Quan Chi restored me," the man spat. "However, Bi-Han is dead. I am Noob Saibot."
Sektor growled, finding himself unable to retaliate in any way; as his arms were full, and he saw the female advancing on Cyrax.
"If you were with Quan Chi, why are you in the Lin Kuei?" Sektor spat.
"I broke free of his curse. Give me my brother, and you and Mustard will leave with little to no harm done," Noob Saibot growled in his dark, arresting voice as he pressed the dagger more to his throat.
Cyrax glanced to this, backing away a little more. A terrified squeak was torn from his throat as the female began to literally melt away. Her flesh began to melt from her body, but she still came for him, like some hideous, amorphous blob demon straight out of a nightmare. Blood was covering her body now, and it nearly seemed what was left has begun to change colour, to orange.
And then, all at once, there was no more melting.
There was a massive, angry tiger.
"A shapeshifter...?" Cyrax managed before the cat suddenly leaped at him, mouth open and claws extended.
Narrowly did he sidestep, hissing in more surprise than pain (pain? what is pain? he asked himself. i haven't felt it in so long, but gods, please don't let me start now) when a long, black claw tore across his arm, causing it to leak oil.
The cat skidded in the snow before turning around and crouching to pounce again, tail lashing from side to side angrily.
"If you were with Quan Chi once, I cannot trust you with the grandmaster," Sektor hissed.
All at once, pain flashed across his throat, and then
Cyrax yelped in sheer suprise as he watched the shadowy male run his dagger across Sektor's throat, and as Sektor fell.
The shadowy man simply caught Sub-Zero before he could hit the ground.
No longer caring if he was mauled (as everything had suddenly gone very blank and hazy), Cyrax made his way to Sektor before dropping to his knees.
"Oh, Gods... Sektor... Oh Gods," he whispered, finding that his hands were shaking.
When he looked up again, the tiger was once again a beautiful and yet unsettling female, staring hatefully down at him.
"Leave these premises," she demanded. "You and your foul comrade."
Cyrax merely averted his gaze, lowering his head again.
"If you must kill me, I only ask you do it quickly," he whispered.
The shadowy man scoffed. "Pitiful." He then turned to look to the female. "Come, Imperium. We should bring Sub-Zero inside to assess his injuries."
The girl nodded. "Of course, Noob."
With that, the two simply walked away, leaving Cyrax and Sektor.
Cyrax lifted a hand to Sektor's face, gently cupping it. There was no light burning in his blue eyes.
"Oh, Sektor... I wish I had listened to you," Cyrax whispered. He would not leave until forced to. And he would not leave without Sektor.
For days, he sat there, servos and joints growing stiffer and freezing up. None of the Lin Kuei paid him any mind. He was no threat.
On the third day, he felt a strong, firm hand upon his shoulder. Just barely was he able to turn his head to look, and when he saw its owner he nearly fainted.
"How long have you been here?" The man asked, kneeling beside him. "Your joints are all frozen up."
"Three days," Cyrax managed, voice glitching.
"Ah." Kuai looked over Sektor, his face neutral. "I heard you two were in a scuffle with some of the Lin Kuei members?"
Cyrax nodded. "Yes. Your... Your brother, he-..."
"Sektor is not dead," Kuai calmly said. "My brother merely rendered him unconscious. May I?"
Cyrax nodded a little, and Kuai began to tamper with the wires on Sektor's neck. After a mere moment, the fierce blue fire glowed back into his eyes, and for one horrible moment Cyrax was scared that he would be as he once was; without humanity.
"So," Sektor murmured after a moment, gently bringing a hand up and stroking Cyrax's cheek, "you stayed with me, Fenyang?"
Instantly, Cyrax threw himself upon Sektor, burying his face into his neck and allowing himself to sob. As Sektor curled his arms gently around Cyrax's torso, Kuai watched with satisfaction.
"We should get the two of you indoors, where it is far warmer and your joints can thaw. Perhaps then you might once rejoin is, if your are willing."
Sektor glanced to Kuai and snorted.
"If we are willing? We both are, but what of your clan? The girl and your brother certaintly did not take a liking to us."
"Leah and my brother will be of no consequence," Kuai affirmed. He then stood, arching a brow as Cyrax reluctantly peeled himself off of Sektor. He then offered a hand to the cyborg. "Would you like some help up?" He asked.
Cyrax took his hand gratefully and stood himself, then helped Sektor stand. Gently, Sektor leaned on Cyrax, and the three of them together walked into the temple.
The inside of the temple was warm, and Kuai allowed them to stop at a large torch and warm themselves.
"Where are we going?" Sektor asked when they were walking once again.
"To the throne room," Kuai answered calmly.
Cyrax glanced to Sektor and tilted his head to the side, indicating his confusion, and Sektor merely shrugged.
After a large flight of stairs, they came to the throne room. The throne was made of solid ice, and much to the cyborgs confusion, Kuai sat in it, facing them.
"Sektor. Cyrax. You two wish to join the Lin Kuei once again."
With some giddy excitement barely contained, Cyrax realized that this was some sort of initiation.
"Yes," he breathed, and Sektor merely nodded.
Kuai leaned forward slightly. It was clear that he had done this a million times with a million other, as he nearly seemed bored.
"You both swear to dedicate yourselves and your lives to the Lin Kuei?"
"Yes," Cyrax breathed again, and, once again, Sektor simply nodded.
"We have never had cyborgs in our ranks, before," Kuai murmured. "You will serve us well..."
Cyrax held his breath in anticipation.
In his hands, Kuai skillfully created a small jar made of ice.
"This is rather, ah... Brutal, I suppose. Cut your palms and allow some of your blood to drip into this jar."
While Cyrax wished to question, he dared not, and simply brought a small sawblade out, while Sektor simply took one of his pulse blades, and together they slit their palms, allowing the black, tar-like oil to drip into the jar with little plipping noises.
When Kuai was satisfied, he drew the jar back, and froze the top closed, looking between the two tense cyborgs. He then allowed a warm smile to break across his face.
