First Steps: Chapter 3 and a funny quote
Okay, so....I didn't mean to update my journal today. But I saw the blurb below and I just had to share it. Sooooo.....I'll post another chapter to First Steps to make this a legitimate update.
Disclaimer: Mortal Kombat doesn’t belong to me. I’m sure all MK fans out there are supremely relieved by that.
Title: First Steps
Author: me (ffjunkie42 or, on ff.net, sagdragon3002)
Genre: MK, general.
Rating: PG (K+ if you go by ff.net's thing)
Summary: The Defenders of Earth Realm first met Raiden two years ago, when the first official Kombat of their generation began...Or did they? Written in a series of ficlets.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 3: Innocence Before Darkness: Sub-Zero
Notes: Vague mentioning from MK: Deception. If you haven’t played or followed that game, then you might not know who Raiden is referring to, nor do you really need to know.
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LiuSubzeroSonyaJaxNightwolfStrykerKitana
Of all the things Raiden hated most about China, it was the winter. Winters in mountainous China were harsh, cold, and oppressing. If Raiden had had his druthers, he would’ve picked staying in the Heavens drinking some warm tea.
However, Raiden didn’t have his choice of activities. He had to find the Chosen Ones that would compete in the Kombat. So he trudged in the snow, searching for the elusive aura of a nearby Chosen One.
This child held much promise if he managed to elude him so far. But Raiden was catching up to the rascal.
Pausing mid-step, Raiden tilted an ear upwards. The wind whistled through the trees and past very fine fabric.
The god hopped to the side as a shuriken landed in his stead, and with a forceful push Raiden leapt into the trees. Spotting the well-concealed mortal, Raiden struck the person lightly across the shoulders, felling the victim.
Raiden followed the Chosen One down, landing lightly and watching with approval as the mortal landed on his feet. Black eyes glared up at him past a blue mask, breath coming out in wisps. Dressed in an all-black body-suit, it was obvious what the boy was doing out in the woods.
He was a Lin Kuei ninja in training.
This generation just loves to be as difficult as possible, it seems. I couldn’t have kind, generous tree-huggers who don’t mind fighting for their lives and their Realm. No, I have smartalecky little boys and ninjas from a slowly-corrupting clan. Next thing I know, I’ll have fat drunken masters who use their own flatulence to defeat their opponents.
The ninja rushed him, pulling out kunais and shuriken. To Raiden’s amusement the boy let out a yell. As he dodged the weaponry, Raiden thought, Well, they haven’t completely brainwashed him. Maybe I’ll be able to wedge a seed of doubt in the bo-Elders’ name!
Raiden refocused on the battle when the ninja pulled away and shot a stream of blue chi at him. Raiden lifted an arm to brush away the chi, letting out a strangled yelp as the chi froze on his limb. Ice slowly crept upward, toward his torso, before Raiden shattered the ice.
Arm stinging and bleeding from small cuts, Raiden narrowed his eyes at the child. The ninja stood several feet away from him, holding a defensive position and attempting to hide his deep breaths.
The boy’s from the Sub-Zero line. While I’d love to have one with such power on my side, I don’t know if I can trust such a dangerous element.
“Leave the woods immediately!” the boy shouted at him, “or die a painful death! You’re on Lin Kuei lands now!”
Raiden shook his head slightly. He had forgotten the ninja was only a child; the voice that was not-quite mature reminded him of his innocence. “I’m not your enemy, child. Rather, someone who would like to be your friend.”
The boy continued to glare suspiciously. “I’m ninja! I don’t need friends!”
“Sure you do.” Raiden chose a log that didn’t place him closer to the boy and sat down. “You have quite a future set ahead for you, you realize.”
Squaring his shoulders, the boy answered, “I’ll be the next Sub-Zero of my clan, the greatest of them all. I will bring honor to my family and my clan.”
Such idealism. Yes, most definitely a child. It’s almost cute to see such naivete and innocence. “Ah, of course you will. But, may I ask, how will you do so?”
The boy faltered at that, then charged on, “By being the bravest and the best. I’ll go on missions and succeed where everyone else would have failed.”
“Pardon my saying so, but that sounds very vague. In fact, what happens if your clan chooses to make you sacrifice more than you are willing to give? Your honor, your name, your identity? All for the betterment of the clan, which is spiraling into destruction?”
“The Lin Kuei will never fall!” the boy snapped, though there was uncertainty in his voice.
“Perhaps it won’t, perhaps it will. But, my dear boy, I’m certain you will not.” Raiden approached him now, cautiously in case he retaliated. The ninja stared at him, no longer sure what this man’s intentions were.
“Who are you?” the ninja asked.
“Someone on a quest of discovery.” Raiden settled a hand, gently, on the boy’s shoulders. “I hope someday my hard work will come to fruition.”
Quickly Raiden thrust his power into the boy and marked him as a Chosen. Sensing the chi, the ninja cried and used a kunai to swipe at the man. But as his arm swept in an arc, the man was gone and the tingle in his body had faded to nothingness.
Eyes scanning the woods diligently, the boy scowled. He had disappeared. When he told the Grandmaster about this, he would be punished for sure.
A flash caught his attention. Carefully, keeping an eye out for any attacks, the boy crept to the object. Picking it up, he examined it.
A short-bladed sword had been left in the snow, the blade entirely blue and the handle a replica of ice. The pommel was the head of a Chinese dragon, the eyes glowing with single-karat rubies. Along the length of the blade, on one side, was written, “Think honorably. Live honorably. Die honorably,” in thin, delicate characters.
Contemplating the weapon, the boy searched the forest for the man who had undoubtedly dropped the weapon while engaging in battle. When he decided the man wouldn’t return for the sword, he slipped the blade into his belt and made his way back to the Lin Kuei headquarters. The Grandmaster might punish him for losing the trespasser, but the boy soon to bear the name Sub-Zero decided he would live to see what the future had in store for him.
Sirius Black:
Escaped Azkaban...
Evaded Dementors....
Outwitted Ministry.....
Killed by drapery. --taken from an icon I found in one of my fanfic Facebook groups.
Disclaimer: Mortal Kombat doesn’t belong to me. I’m sure all MK fans out there are supremely relieved by that.
Title: First Steps
Author: me (ffjunkie42 or, on ff.net, sagdragon3002)
Genre: MK, general.
Rating: PG (K+ if you go by ff.net's thing)
Summary: The Defenders of Earth Realm first met Raiden two years ago, when the first official Kombat of their generation began...Or did they? Written in a series of ficlets.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 3: Innocence Before Darkness: Sub-Zero
Notes: Vague mentioning from MK: Deception. If you haven’t played or followed that game, then you might not know who Raiden is referring to, nor do you really need to know.
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LiuSubzeroSonyaJaxNightwolfStrykerKitana
Of all the things Raiden hated most about China, it was the winter. Winters in mountainous China were harsh, cold, and oppressing. If Raiden had had his druthers, he would’ve picked staying in the Heavens drinking some warm tea.
However, Raiden didn’t have his choice of activities. He had to find the Chosen Ones that would compete in the Kombat. So he trudged in the snow, searching for the elusive aura of a nearby Chosen One.
This child held much promise if he managed to elude him so far. But Raiden was catching up to the rascal.
Pausing mid-step, Raiden tilted an ear upwards. The wind whistled through the trees and past very fine fabric.
The god hopped to the side as a shuriken landed in his stead, and with a forceful push Raiden leapt into the trees. Spotting the well-concealed mortal, Raiden struck the person lightly across the shoulders, felling the victim.
Raiden followed the Chosen One down, landing lightly and watching with approval as the mortal landed on his feet. Black eyes glared up at him past a blue mask, breath coming out in wisps. Dressed in an all-black body-suit, it was obvious what the boy was doing out in the woods.
He was a Lin Kuei ninja in training.
This generation just loves to be as difficult as possible, it seems. I couldn’t have kind, generous tree-huggers who don’t mind fighting for their lives and their Realm. No, I have smartalecky little boys and ninjas from a slowly-corrupting clan. Next thing I know, I’ll have fat drunken masters who use their own flatulence to defeat their opponents.
The ninja rushed him, pulling out kunais and shuriken. To Raiden’s amusement the boy let out a yell. As he dodged the weaponry, Raiden thought, Well, they haven’t completely brainwashed him. Maybe I’ll be able to wedge a seed of doubt in the bo-Elders’ name!
Raiden refocused on the battle when the ninja pulled away and shot a stream of blue chi at him. Raiden lifted an arm to brush away the chi, letting out a strangled yelp as the chi froze on his limb. Ice slowly crept upward, toward his torso, before Raiden shattered the ice.
Arm stinging and bleeding from small cuts, Raiden narrowed his eyes at the child. The ninja stood several feet away from him, holding a defensive position and attempting to hide his deep breaths.
The boy’s from the Sub-Zero line. While I’d love to have one with such power on my side, I don’t know if I can trust such a dangerous element.
“Leave the woods immediately!” the boy shouted at him, “or die a painful death! You’re on Lin Kuei lands now!”
Raiden shook his head slightly. He had forgotten the ninja was only a child; the voice that was not-quite mature reminded him of his innocence. “I’m not your enemy, child. Rather, someone who would like to be your friend.”
The boy continued to glare suspiciously. “I’m ninja! I don’t need friends!”
“Sure you do.” Raiden chose a log that didn’t place him closer to the boy and sat down. “You have quite a future set ahead for you, you realize.”
Squaring his shoulders, the boy answered, “I’ll be the next Sub-Zero of my clan, the greatest of them all. I will bring honor to my family and my clan.”
Such idealism. Yes, most definitely a child. It’s almost cute to see such naivete and innocence. “Ah, of course you will. But, may I ask, how will you do so?”
The boy faltered at that, then charged on, “By being the bravest and the best. I’ll go on missions and succeed where everyone else would have failed.”
“Pardon my saying so, but that sounds very vague. In fact, what happens if your clan chooses to make you sacrifice more than you are willing to give? Your honor, your name, your identity? All for the betterment of the clan, which is spiraling into destruction?”
“The Lin Kuei will never fall!” the boy snapped, though there was uncertainty in his voice.
“Perhaps it won’t, perhaps it will. But, my dear boy, I’m certain you will not.” Raiden approached him now, cautiously in case he retaliated. The ninja stared at him, no longer sure what this man’s intentions were.
“Who are you?” the ninja asked.
“Someone on a quest of discovery.” Raiden settled a hand, gently, on the boy’s shoulders. “I hope someday my hard work will come to fruition.”
Quickly Raiden thrust his power into the boy and marked him as a Chosen. Sensing the chi, the ninja cried and used a kunai to swipe at the man. But as his arm swept in an arc, the man was gone and the tingle in his body had faded to nothingness.
Eyes scanning the woods diligently, the boy scowled. He had disappeared. When he told the Grandmaster about this, he would be punished for sure.
A flash caught his attention. Carefully, keeping an eye out for any attacks, the boy crept to the object. Picking it up, he examined it.
A short-bladed sword had been left in the snow, the blade entirely blue and the handle a replica of ice. The pommel was the head of a Chinese dragon, the eyes glowing with single-karat rubies. Along the length of the blade, on one side, was written, “Think honorably. Live honorably. Die honorably,” in thin, delicate characters.
Contemplating the weapon, the boy searched the forest for the man who had undoubtedly dropped the weapon while engaging in battle. When he decided the man wouldn’t return for the sword, he slipped the blade into his belt and made his way back to the Lin Kuei headquarters. The Grandmaster might punish him for losing the trespasser, but the boy soon to bear the name Sub-Zero decided he would live to see what the future had in store for him.
Sirius Black:
Escaped Azkaban...
Evaded Dementors....
Outwitted Ministry.....
Killed by drapery. --taken from an icon I found in one of my fanfic Facebook groups.