Received: from PACIFIC-CARRIER-ANNEX.MIT.EDU by po5.MIT.EDU (5.61/4.7) id AA23081; Fri, 21 Jul 95 23:35:03 EDT Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by MIT.EDU with SMTP id AA04247; Fri, 21 Jul 95 23:35:02 EDT Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.16/16.2) id AA017754102; Fri, 21 Jul 1995 23:35:02 -0400 Date: Fri, 21 Jul 1995 23:35:02 -0400 From: HAT112825@aol.com Message-Id: <950721233458_120303738@aol.com> To: JEVANS@MIT.EDU Subject: MK STORY PART 2 This is part two of my " A NEW NATIVE" story. PART 2: AN OLD FRIEND? "MASTER!" An alert voice called. "Yes, Tsung?" asked a voice that demanded authority. "We must re-locate for the present time at once! The Shokan Warrior named Sheeva has come seeking revenge!" Shang Tsung told his lord. "Then send Motaro to guard me, fool!" The Master told his servant arrogantly. "Sir," Shang began feebily, "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Motaro is dead! My sources tell me that Sheeva has killed him." The wizard finished weekly. "Then YOU protect me, imp! I have granted you magic and powers beyond dreams! USE THEM!" The Ruler commanded. After speaking those words, a large figure leapt through the stone, throne room wall. Shang Tsung leapt at the intruding figure from the side, his fists glowing with power and his face contorted while transforming into anothers. The figure wasted no time knocking Shang into a neighboring wall with one of it's four, gigantic arms. The blow rendered Shang Tsung unconscious faster than The Master would have hoped for. The creature came into the light and shrieked, "DIE!!!!!!!!!!" as it leapt at the figure sitting upon an enormous throne. The throne was at the least ten feet high and appeared to be constructed of skulls, skin, gold, and a breathtakingly beautiful red cloth, suitable for only a demon king! "Yes Sheeva, may I help you?" The King toyed with the Shokan Warrior. The floor shook like an earthquake as Sheeva landed from teleporting next to the throne. The throne of Shao Kahn, ruler of all the "Outworld": a sick, twisted mockery of Earth which is considered the "Mother World." With lightning speed Sheeva grabbed Shao Kahn's neck with one of her three fingered hands and promptly began to squeeze. Before Shao Kahn could even notice, Sheeva had positioned her other two so that she was pinning The Demon King's arms to the arm rests of his magnificent throne. With her last, unoccupied arm, she balled her hand into a fist and readied herself to knock the head from Shao Kahn's neck, when she heard a sound. It sounded like metal cutting metal, like someone sharpening two blades. Though the Shokan brought her guard up a little more, she mostly ignored the sound and returned to the task at hand. Although most unfortunate for her, Sheeva also succeeded in ignoring the tall, well built figure stepping out from the shadows: the figure with the foot and a half long blades which were protruding from the backs of it's hands. Sheeva did notice it however when the hand that was holding Shao Kahn's neck was cut at the wrist, sending greenish blood rushing down her arm. Sheeva howled in pain, and reflexively let go of Kahn to tend to her own wound. The Demon King took the moment for what it was worth and propelled himself backward over his throne to the momentary safety of the shadows behind it. While Kahn was thinking out a way to revive Shang Tsung and kill the enraged Shokan quickly, he heard a voice. "Come Master," it beckoned with a slight hiss. Though Kahn recognized the voice, he could not place it. Still, The Lord followed the voice to a corner enveloped in darkness. There, he saw the vague sillouette of a figure about as tall as himself. The Shokan Warrior Sheeva roared in frustration. She looked around the throne room and spotted two shadows against a particularly dark corner of the wall behind the throne. Upon spotting the shadows, Sheeva charged toward the King and the other shadow. An instant before the enraged Sheeva would have reached the corner, two large arms embraced Shao Kahn, and with a sound like metal brushing against metal, Shao Kahn felt a slight tug, then saw only blackness. Another sound like blades scraping each other brought the flicker of a purplish spark which quickly spread to the dim glow of purplish candlelight. "Who are you?" Shao Kahn asked in awe. "An old friend," the voice answered. "But who?!" Kahn demanded, once more regaining his authoritative tone of voice. "Your new bodyguard," the voice hissed back. "I'm going to ask one more time," Kahn warned the figure. "Who are y..." but Kahn, in sheer amazment answered his own question as the figure stepped into the light. Though the light was dim, it was bright enough to see..., "Baraka!" CONTINUED IN PART 3: "A STORY UNTOLD"