@theaterism
A blast of rock nearly sends the youth off of his feet, screaming coming from his mouth before he’s even aware of the pain. The knight only continues to stomp closer, unending, unceasing, uncaring. Sid’s breathing is labored, gasping in only half draws of air. He’s pretty sure this is what his dad said broken ribs felt like. He barely manages to get to his feet and run as the knight slams down another boulder where he was lying.
Another corner, another enemy. Some weird black outline of a person, sprinting towards him. He tries his best, fire erupting from his outstretched hand, exploding between the two of them. Once again throwing Sidereal off of his feet, but at least successfully killing the shade thing. A weak smile grows along his pained face, maybe he could survive if he just took it cauti....
Sid’s vision comes back not a second later, again his body is screaming without any input. He can feel it, the crushing pain in his arm.... no... where his arm used to be. A boulder laying on top and trapping him, crushing every thought into pain. He pushes and bangs against the rock, trying desperately to pull his arm out from under it. He only accomplishes adding more agony to his already traumatized mind.
It is in the next breath in that he remembers where those boulders come from. He barely has time to turn his gaze. Only enough time for half the word to slip from his lips before the next boulder comes down and Sidereal is no more. “Plea...”
It was difficult to be cheery after looking through pictures of someone’s idea of a sick joke, or maybe even a game, all day. Her lips had been shaped into what seemed a permanent frown, a necessary by-product to the investigation. But it usually disappeared by the time lunch break rolled around. At least on normal days. Waiting for the lab to declare that a little girl was dead constituted that the days were not normal.
She was sitting in the break room, her peanut butter and jelly sandwich untouched on top of the sandwich baggy in front of her. Her fingers were playing some kind of rhythm on the table, but she wasn’t paying attention to anything but the sounds of the rec room. There was nothing but waiting, and Penni had always thought she was good at it until now. Her mind was a whole universe away, thinking and imagining the scene that lay before her once the yellow tape was up and the only sound was that of blood dripping from a monstrous assembly. She could hear it perfectly.
Until the door had opened and shut with a sound startling the blonde out from under her own imagination. Her eyes had flown open. How they had shut, she couldn’t remember. Maybe she was falling asleep, or she was only reliving a memory. Not that she could pinpoint it when she noticed that it was Forbes that had entered. She forgot that she’d promised to eat lunch at the cafe today. Her eyes had widened, breath hitched before she’d decided to speak.
“Hey, Huskey,” she breathed out, reaching to rub one of her eyes as though he couldn’t have heard the sudden gulp for air just afterwards as she jerked her tears back. “Uhm, can I ask you a question?” A pause, though she wasn’t waiting for a response. She would ask him anyway, that was just the way she was. “How do you keep it cool? Like, everyone at the department is doing so well. Darby is still kicking ass, and Tim is the best chief I’ve ever seen,” and the only one, “but how -- how --” Another fresh gulp of air and her lungs didn’t feel as though they were collapsing inwards. “How? Compartmentalization, it’s not really as easy as it sounds. You know?”
I don’t know how much I’ll be around today. Or for the next couple of days. My dad passed away this morning and right now I’m trying to sort out and keep my mum going. I’ll probably end up doing replies just to keep myself busy so fluff would be very much appreciated as well.
The location was busy as usual. Crowds of people swarming the streets, whether is to get somewhere you need to be, or stopping by at one of the shops in need of necessities, or any various other merchandise or item that caught your eye. Of course among the sea of markets were con artists looking to sell cheap fabricated items for a quick buck.
Strolling down from the east side was the lone Saurian, covered in a cloak as to hide himself from any familiar faces that might be around to spot him nor does he want to draw attention to himself. As of now, Syzoth prefers to be alone right now. He had at least a few stares while he was here but nothing more than that. Syzoth whiffs the air of the stench of raw flesh from the meat market. The aroma caught his attention with a selection of various of different beasts throughout the land. He knows he would like bring some with him but unfortunately, currency was an issue. Most of the time he’ll hunt for food while he lives within the Kuatan jungle.
He continues on with his stroll but not before taking one more look at the selection of meats first. As he was minding his own business, he noticed a disturbance taking place from one of the alleyways beside him. He heard people shouting, one them scared, while the others where more threatening. Curious, the saurian walks towards the alleyway and hid against a wall while carefully observing the commotion without being seen.
There, he sees a boy, who appears to be a young teenager and the others where who are standing in front of him are grown men. He learns that the men were furious at the young boy for selling them a counterfeit of a rare gem they were looking for their ‘boss’ for trade. “Foolish, child,” he thought to himself. He feels he has seen enough and starts making his way back into the crowd. No need to get involve. Why should he intervene? Why should he care what happens to the boy next. It’s his fault he got himself into this mess. Why bother? But soon he found himself still. Not moving an inch further. Was he having second thoughts about this? He still there for a moment thinking if he should step in and help.
At one hand, he shouldn’t have to act so just because that boy got himself in his own mess. He can get himself out. But can he? On the other hand, he is still a child after all. Is he just going to walk away and let those men kill a child? Will he be willing to live with it knowing that he should’ve save the boy?”
After a short while, he let out a snarl of annoyance and heads back to the alley and hid against the wall once more. He took another look at the situation and he now sees the men wielding daggers and slowly walking closer to the boy, and the boy with his back against the wall, begging for the men to let him go. As the men were closing in on the boy, Syzoth makes his move and cloaks himself to be invisible and quietly moves in on the unsuspecting men. Sneaking his way up close like a predator sneaking up on it’s prey.
As one of the men grabs onto the boy, with his dagger held in place ready to kill the young man. Suddenly, the man, who was a few behind suddenly gasps and holding on to his throat as blood oozes out from his sliced throat very quickly and falls face first on the ground and bleed to death. The boy and the other man was stunned of what just happened and how. The now panicked man throws the boy towards the wall and wields his blade in front of him to be ready to defend himself an attack. The thing that struck him the most is the fact that attack happens out of thin air with no sight of the attacker. It’s almost as if they were attack by an angry, vengeful ghost. But soon the man gets his answer when suddenly his dagger has knocked off his right hand and felt a tight squeeze on his neck while being hoisted up above the ground. The man desperately tried to free himself from this invisible force, but what strange about this is that when grabs onto his neck, he felt as if there was a physical hand wrap around his throat. But ghosts and spirits aren’t something you can just touch physically. No. It had to be something else.
Soon, the frighten man hears a snarl right in front of him and then this force now reveals themselves in front of him. To his shock, it wasn’t no ghost, but a man. Not just any man, but a lizard man in a cloak. The last member of the Saurian race, Syzoth. But the folks in Outworld know him as ‘Reptile’. The man has remember seeing him around in a few occasions. He recounts seeing the saurian being along side Kotal Kahn and other members of his court together during the Outworld civil war between Kotal and Mileena years ago.
Syzoth stares at the scared man and snarls once again towards him. “You will not hurt the boy any longer,” he said. The saurian tightens his grip on the man’s throat and soon the sound of bones snapping came after. Syzoth releases his grip on the dead man’s throat as the corpse falls flat onto the floor and stares at the frighten boy. “Run along, young one. And don’t caught into more trouble. Next time you’ll won’t be so lucky.” Syzoth said to the young boy.
The boy nods and quickly gets up and runs out of the alley as disappear into the crowd of people on the street. The saurian takes one last look at the two corpses and heads out into the street and continues on his day.
Just as he promised, Hanzo has sworn to take down the Black Dragon after he, along with Sub-Zero, shut down the Cyber Lin Kuei. The Black Dragon were a liability to the fate of all the realms due to their service in aiding Kronika. He had a vow after he was restored that he will dedicate the Shirai Ryu to protecting Earthrealm from harm, and he will indeed keep that oath.
Sometime after Kronika’s defeat, Hanzo has gotten word that the Black Dragon still remains, but in far fewer numbers after the Special Forces raided their fight club with the result of Kano’s demise. He has successfully tracked down of what little remains of the Black Dragon, including Kabal. The Grandmaster, along his army of Shirai Ryu ninjas, infiltrate the fortress resulting in a full-fledged assault between the two clans. Causalities occurred in both sides, with some of the ninjas being injured or killed within the assault.
Meanwhile, Hanzo cornered Kabal and the two engaged in Mortal Kombat. For a while, Kabal was able to overwhelmed Hanzo with his superspeed ability, but Hanzo was able to time his attacks at just the right moment, and with fierce slash with the Katana, slicing across Kabal’s abdomen causing him to tumble onto the ground. Unable to get back on his feet, blood oozing from the deep cut of the Katana, Kabal rolled onto his side with his hands covering the cut screaming with pain and agony. Hanzo take one last look of the Black Dragon member on the small pool of his own blood, he positioned the blade downwards, aiming steadily towards the heart. With Kabal now laying on his back, breathing heavily as he stared at the Grandmaster for his last seconds of his life, the final words that spit out of his mouth were “G-Go fuck yourself.” Shortly afterwards, Hanzo penetrates the heart with his sword, with Kabal letting out one last breathe as his life slips away.
Hanzo pulls back the blade and returns it back in it’s scabbard and heads back to meet with the rest of his disciples at the courtyard. A few were injuried, and 2 didn’t make it, they collect the bodies to bring them back to the temple for a proper burial. All that was left at the fortress is bloody piles of bodies.Their mission has been a success; the Black Dragon are no more.
Loss, he has experience a lot and after almost losing his own life he now feels incredibly attached to it. In short he has learned he wasn’t quite ready to die now that he survived it.
