Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 19:43:55 -0400
From: HAT112825@aol.com
Message-Id: <950717194317_116939159@aol.com>
To: JEVANS@MIT.EDU
Subject: MK FAN FICTION

This is my story.  It is part one (1) of probably four (4).  You can write :
"Written by HAT112825 or "A.S.G."
Please print my story and I will send the other parts of it shortly.  Thanx!


MORTAL KOMBAT:
A NEW NATIVE: PART 1 OF 4(?)

A SHOKAN'S FURY


The  Shokan Warrior named Sheeva glared angrily at the Centaur warrior named
Motaro.  "You Bastard!" Sheeva yelled, outraged.  "You and Kahn have been
plotting against me and my people from the start!  You must pay!  And then
your 'Master' will pay also!"  she declared.
Motaro blinked once and Sheeva was upon him.  He swung his steel tail around,
but Sheeva grabbed it with one of her massive, four arms.  She tightened the
grip of her three fingered hand until a loud crunch sounded through Motaro's
cavern.  The cavern battle-ground was dark and cold.  Sheeva only shivered as
she lifted her arm to show Motaro half of his own tail.  Though her fingers
were bruised and bloodied by the act of brutality she comited, Sheeva didn't
flinch.
Motaro roared in pain and anguish, then butted Sheeva in the chest with his
massive, horned head.  Sheeva shrieked and was thrown to the ground by the
force of the hit.  She was on her feet once more in a matter of seconds.
 Sheeva let out a long howl of a battle-cry and leapt into the air.  Motaro
lost sight of her for a moment, but quickly regained it as the fierce warrior
landed on top of him.  Her weight forced him to the ground with a sickening
"CRACK"!  Sheeva knew from the volume of the sound and from the look on the
Centaurian's face that she had broken at least two of his bones.  
As Motaro raised himself up again, he made a mental note not to fall for the
Shokan's special teleportation manuever again.  He decided to even up the
score by letting loose all his anger and pain in a large fireball of energy.
 Motaro had apparentl caught Sheeva off-guard because the fireball made a
direct hit and caused her to fall backward a few feet.  This was the chance
the Centaur needed.  He backed up a few steps himself, then charged toward
Sheeva, lowering his head as to allow his horns to run the Shokan through.
Sheeva had enough time to collect herself though and caught Motaro by the
horns before he inflicted and more pain to her.  Her cold red eyes stared
into his.  "Now you pay."  she told him in a solemn tone.  At that, Motaro
closed his eyes.  He knew he had lost.  He thought about what he must look
like:  Bleeding all over the floor like a weakling, yet accepting his fate
with bravery like the strongest Centaur ever.  Then, before Motaro could
think anew he felt a searing pain start on his head.  Motaro did not so much
as blink while the Shokan warrior called Sheeva stripped the skin off of his
body in one, long sheet.  From his horned head, all the way down his
horse-like body, to the remaining part of his steel tail.  What was left of
the great Centaurian warrior Motaro felt his soul leaving as Sheeva pounded
his bloody remains onto the cold, stone floor of the cavern.

Continued in: Part Two-"An Old Friend?"