Fatal strucK | Raiden x FemReader

Revenge

(A/N): This is based on the movie Mortal Kombat Scorpion's revenge. This one will be a long one, so sit tight and enjoy! :)

My eyes couldn't let the eyelids slid down, and my heart was still beating so rapidly. Knowing what tomorrow would come.

The Mortal Kombat tournament.

Outworld had won for nine generations, so if they managed to bring victory again, EarthRealm will fall under Shao Kahn's command. No more peace. No more life of the humans. However, it was not the only reason why I had decided to volunteer.

I turned my body, looking at the picture frame of my beloved sister, (S/N). Our father had separated us. She had been living in Outworld, where she was kept from me. My mother was killed, unmercifully by my own father. I gripped my bed sheet tightly, trying to endure the burned raged filling up my head.

I witnessed it all, the magic consumed her body. Destroying her from the inside. From that day on, I hated him from to the last strand of his hair. The worst scenery I could possibly capture. And had impaled the very memory inside my small logic of brain.

My father suspected me to take (S/N) from him, so he took her to Outworld with him. I could only take her back in one condition, if EarthRealm managed to win from Outworld. An immense task, but a consequential decision. I could care less about others' fate, but if I die without seeing (S/N)'s face again, I would crawl back up to the land of the living just so.

It's been hundreds of years worth of generations of tournaments had been won by Outworld. I missed her dearly. I wanted to take her back to EarthRealm to live by my side. Not meeting our eyes ever again with our disgraced father. So tomorrow, was my last chance to take her back. And, my last chance to live apparently.

If Outworld won, Shao Kahn would undoubtedly kill all of the fragile humans existed in EarthRealm.

I closed my eyes, feeling the dream dimension took over my thoughts.

*****

I arrived at the ship, I glanced it for a moment then climbed inside. There were two figures from afar. One had a straw hat on his head. And even from afar, I could detect the glowing pair of eyes. The other was younger, a red headband tied around his forehead. A monk.

I had to take the vessel to take me to the island, accompanied by the other fellow kombatans, who were apparently guided by the Lord of Thunder himself.

The man. The god. The legend. The myth himself. I hadn't thought I'd get this far to even cooperate with him. Willingly. There were many stories of him. Many that weren't my interest. We had differences. Perhaps my last sanity drove myself to the last option. Then again, this was indeed my last chance. So I had no other options.

I approached them and bowed with courtesy. "Thank you for having me, Lord Raiden." He gestured his hands as a sign for respect.

"(Y/N), I'm glad you made it."

"The honor to fight alongside you, is mine."

Twisting words was one of my many gifts.

I've lived my life avoiding the Thunder God. He had lived for millennia, for I had lived for centuries. It was not easy-concealing myself from his sight, as I didn't want anything to do with him. Let alone him acknowledging my existence. He ought not to know who I was; what I was. But now, it was a risk I'm willing to take-to finally approach him.

Again, this was my last chance to meet my sister.

The monk offered his hand. "I believe we have not yet met, I am Liu Kang of the White Lotus."