From alt.games.mk Fri Jun 17 22:50:37 1994 Path: panix!zip.eecs.umich.edu!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!gumby!yale!yale!yale.edu!xlink.net!fauern!zib-berlin.de!zrz.TU-Berlin.DE!netmbx.de!Germany.EU.net!EU.net!uunet!newstf01.cr1.aol.com!search01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: klingon730@aol.com (Klingon730) Newsgroups: alt.games.mk Subject: The Death and Life of Scorpion (MK fan fiction) Date: 17 Jun 1994 20:45:04 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 70 Sender: news@search01.news.aol.com Message-ID: <2ttg2g$qpe@search01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: search01.news.aol.com The Death and Life of Scorpion An MK fan story By Nathan Rosen Dark. The man looked about. Left. Right. Up. Down. All was dark. He thought. His name was... was... he could not remember. He thought harder. Still, his name did not come to his mind. He tried to remember. His name, his life, anything. He had more success. He still did not know who he was, but he saw someone's face. Somehow, he knew that it was not his own. He saw the eyes of the face narrow. The face's posessor leapt towards him, with arms outstretched for a killing blow. The vision ended suddenly. The man was, however, left with one vital piece of information. He knew the name of the face, the face with the killing arms. Sub-Zero. The man cried out. His cry was not one of weakness, but of strength. He wanted a reply. Yes? The man reflexively turned around. Of course, no one was to be seen. He realized that the voice seemed to be travelling directly into his brain, without passing through his ears. "Who are you?" he asked. You do not need to know my name, said the voice. You do not need to know what I am, or why I am speaking to you. However, you do need to know other information. "What?" You are dead, said the voice. "I know," replied the man. "Sub-Zero. But why?" You were his rival. You were the only thing between him and his being champion of the Lin Kuei. He has killed you to further his own ends. The man absorbed this new information. "I must seek vengeance. But how can I do that, being dead?" I can bring you back to life. I will give you a new body, which will aid you in your destruction of Sub-Zero. But be warned. There are curses attached. "What are they?" You will not look like a man. Instead, your face will be so hideous that none may look upon it. In addition, you will never be able to see your wife or daughter again. "I have a wife and daughter?" Yes. They believe you are dead. Leave them in their belief. They can support themselves. "I understand. I have no time for family. I must seek vengeance." It is time for you to choose your weapon, the voice said. Out of the darkness appeared a rack of weapons. It contained more forms of hand-held death than the man had ever seen. There were hundreds of types of swords, daggers, knives and and staves. The rack also held more exotic weapons such as fans, gloves with knived fingers and enormous spiked body-suits. The man's gaze passed over these weapons, and fell upon a more humble armament. It appeared to be an ordinary coil of thin rope, but closer inspection revealed it to have a deadly blade at one end. For some reason, the man was taken by this weapon. He lifted it up, and realized that he could coil the rope around his arm, hold the blade in his hand, and throw the blade forward at an enormous speed. With more practice, he became equally adept at reeling the rope in again, not even giving the blade enough time to hit the ground. "I want this one," the man said. You have chosen well, replied the voice. As an additional boon, I shall grant you the ability to control the element of fire, to immolate your adversaries. Take these clothes and be on your way. The man looked at himself, and saw that he was now wearing a black suit, with yellow highlights. "Thank you." I am glad you approve, the voice said. Now be on your way. Fight well. Without another word, Scorpion turned and walked back to life, with a spear in his hand and vengeance on his mind.