Precious Possession (OC x Kollector) - MK11

chapter 38 - rebelling

Groggy and unturned, Kalliste felt herself to be stiff, her body aching all over; just as she had expected.

"Good, you are awake." Kollector's voice spoke, jolting Kal in her place. He grinned softly but almost unnervingly at her.

She widens her eyes, looking around for a moment. Even in this odd, gloomy forest, the day never came, it was here but it was never allowed in this place.

"Well, are you? Kalliste?" Kollector asks. Kalliste stands on her feet.

"...What happened...?" Kalliste faintly questions.

"Nothing of the sorts..." Kollector says. Kalliste shakes her head in concern. The fire had died out. The forest slightly showed daylight but remained in its dark and hollow atmosphere.

"... Was that a dream...?" Kalliste muttered under her breath. Her pale face began to glow red, pockets of heat residing inside her cheeks.

Kollector looked confused.

"What dream...?" He said. Kalliste flinched from his words. A bit dumbfounded.

She sighed.

"Nothing."

Then she watched Kollector digging in his satchel. Observing every nature of him, his soul, and demeanor. Contemplating quite deeply about something.

She stepped forward.

"Kollector." She called out. Kalliste suddenly feels uncertain about herself. But a moment of clarity came through.

He gradually turned his head at her, waiting for her reason for questioning.

"...What do you think of me?"

He blankly gawked at her.

"What is it you mean..?" He replied.

Gradually making her way closer to him, she bashfully smiled.

"I mean... Do you feel any attachment for me?"

He stared at her for a good amount of time. Peering into her smitten soul.

"...I do not know passion nor any of its value... Its matter is something I had not experienced in all of my commitment to serving Shao Kahn. It...is...unknown to me." Kollector's face continued to fall delicately in his words. Kalliste felt his sympathy, somewhat intrigued by his speech.

"So...you are confessing your feelings?" Kalliste asked confidently. He faintly scowled to himself.

"...Your devotion is... cherished." He said in a quite uneasy tone. Kalliste softly smiled at his response, coming closer she pulls him into her arms as she gives him a warm embrace. He didn't resist, he didn't push but he kept still in her grasp. His arms softly holding her back as he gave in to their special bond.

When Kalliste pulled away, Kollector suddenly patted her head in an odd matter. Petting her head as if she was a dog. It was a strange gesture but she understood that he lacked knowledge of affection. Kalliste lacked it too but she could learn quickly.

"Why do you pet me as if I am an animal...?" Kalliste asked scornfully. Kollector fell hasty once more, somewhat annoyed by her comment. She smiled, beginning to caress underneath his chin, pulling him closer as Kalliste gave into his muzzle. Their lips interlocking, pressing softly on one another. Kollector was slightly bewildered and uneasy by the contact, but he gave into the sweet intimacy of their bond.

Putting his hands on her shoulder, he slightly pushed her away for a release.

"...let us go."

Kalliste looked at him blankly. "Where would... we go?" She looked all around their surroundings, dumbfounded about their situation. Kollector sighed heavily.

"Perhaps It is best to return to Mileena. We cannot stray as petty vagrants... I wish not to experience that any longer." He said solemnly. Kalliste nodded. Soon, they departed the ghastly forest, the trees that continued to watch them.

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Tired and weary, mostly Kalliste became exhausted. Their ways were crossed, tethered, and lost. Of course, they didn't know where the others would be. And soon Kalliste grew irritable.

"...Do you even know where we're going...?" Kalliste asked faintly. Kollector kept going forward. They still lingered in a dark place, but no longer present in the living forest. No trees surrounded them but more so an empty void. The smell of hasty smoke and blood filled the air.

She looked around and found themselves in a dark forsaken space.

"...This is the wastelands of Outworld," Kollector spoke. Kalliste sighed impatiently.

"Mileena is not here." Kalliste crosses her arms as Kollector began wandering on the shores of the wasteland. The sky was dark violet, an eternal night raining over them. Kollector began searching in the debris where he swerved like a rat.

Of course, his usual obsession was clear to the eyes. Kalliste rolled her eyes, immediately dull.

"Seems that this place is beyond desolate. I doubt there is anything worth treasuring." Kalliste paced around the deserted area, gawking at every bit of the land. But she then laid her eyes onto Kollector who crawled all over the place. Suddenly her body felt soft, an effusive feeling in her stomach as she gradually made her way to him.

She put her hand onto his back; his deltoid. A delicate friction against his skin to which he slowly turned his head at her. He rose a brow, confused by her fond intentions.

He stood up from the ground, staring at her. Kalliste faintly beamed.

"Let's go, Kollector. There is nothing here." Her sullied tone drifted apart. A sincere expression but soon departed as she made her way elsewhere. He agreed, maybe nothing was of value here.

Finally, they withdrew themselves out of this forsaken place. 

(Sorry, so short.)