Beyond Kombat: Backstage Pass 2 Mortal Kombat

Chapter 1 - A Horrible Summer's Eve

Hey guys! So, I know I said I wanted to get to a hundred votes or something, but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon. So, instead, I'm just going to upload now and hope you guys like it. I've been dying to write this. Lately I've been all mopey and uninspired, but I finally got inspired when I drew a scene for the story. I've got the plot all figured out, so hopefully this one will be finished quickly like the last one. I'm thinking of making this a full on trilogy; there's a lot of stories to make up for Mortal Kombat.

I hope you guys like this - please vote and comment. And if you haven't read the first book yet, go read that first, or else you're fucked...

And I'm guessing you already know, since I just said fuck, that *****THERE'S GOING TO BE CUSSING IN THIS.***** So if you don't like cussing.......you may want to leave. Like, now. NOW.

Chapter 1 - A Horrible Summer's Eve

Summer time was a huge deal in Outworld; very important, almost national. Once the sun rests in the skies much longer than before, when the trees shed their flowers and fill with emerald leaves, and the fruits plump with their rich juices; everyone knows it’s time. Time for what, you may ask? Well, for the annual Summer Fest, of course.

The small market that is usually filled with fish, meat, furs, medicines, and all kinds of other merchant items is now pushed aside to make room for the large tents and stands holding games and prizes, cotton candy and pies, funnel cake and everything else they could get their hands on dipped and fried. Just like in Earthrealm’s carnivals, except in Outworld, and the palm readers and gypsies are really witches who could kill you in a blink of an eye if you don’t pay them handsomely.

People came from near and far, from every realm, just to come to the glorious event. Children drug their parents behind them as they begged for sugar-filled treats, games they surely couldn’t win but still attempted, and pleaded for them to get their faces painted. Their cries of laughter and joy filled the air, beating against everyone’s eardrums, threatening to explode if they didn’t get to enjoy everything there.

It was extremely hot out; in the high nineties, humid, and not a cloud in the sky or a breeze to flutter across your skin.

It pissed me off.

While everyone around me was wearing shorts and tank tops, actually enjoying this blessed weather, I had been forced into this red velvet dress, with my black hair braided in a tight French braid that felt stapled to my scalp. It was still short from when I cut it a few weeks ago, but it was starting to grow out…maybe I should cut it again.

I was sitting on a stage, in the very middle of this event, watching everyone pass by. I was supposed to be waving and welcoming them warmly – since I was ‘the nice queen of Outworld’ – but I refused; it was too hot to even smile at them, and so, the grimace on my face never faltered.

Sitting on my throne in the middle, I was accompanied by my friends…well, some of them were my friends. I’m sure you can spot which ones I don’t consider ‘friends’…namely one person.

To my left was Keanu; smiling and waving to everyone like I was supposed to be doing. His blonde hair was growing a bit, laying in gentle waves against his forehead and the back of his neck. He looked too happy to be out here in the direct sunlight…

To his left was an empty seat, where Johnny – my cocky, egotistical, annoying best friend who helped me rule Outworld – was sitting a moment ago…I’m not sure where he went.

To the left of the empty chair sat what looked like a sack fully of potatoes, when really, it was one of the people I held near and dear to me. Bo’ slept, snoring loudly, with an empty mug in his hand; not unusual. In fact, if he wasn’t drunk, something was wrong.