Bloodthirsty

Recon Number 54

Recon Number 54

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Prologue: Ritual of Blood

The bodies of both potential warriors were horrendously scarred and heavily bleeding. Fresh cuts lay strewn across many corners of their arms and legs, with blood dripping down the tips of their blades. The conflict between them left their garments ripped and stained. Despite the pain, however, they stood determined, battle-ready, as they faced each other, with nothing but hatred flowing into their eyes.

It was their Ritual of Blood, a rite of passage among the Tarkata where, if they survived, a new pawn would be placed in Shao Kahn's army as a soldier. They were being watched; there were at least a dozen, or hundreds, neither of them were concerned enough to count. It also didn't strike them as odd that, despite the heated conflict that had just surfaced the barren grounds, there was no chanting, or jeering; rather unexpected from such a bloodthirsty species like the Tarkata. Perhaps it was a sign of respect, after still standing battle-ready after combat that would break many men, especially if that conflict was against your own flesh and blood. Another theory, however, is that the crowd knew that one of them was definitely about to fall soon.

The two Tarkatan brothers stood with their bloodied blades sprung out, waiting for each other's next attack. The duel's overseer watched them soundly from his chair, observing them without any irrelevant glance.

"End it!" The overseer cried in the Tarkatan language.More to come
 
Wow nice start! Very descriptive and detailed. I first thought this was a fanfic for Nitara lol. Other than a few typos, it was quite well written! Good job! Can't wait to read more! :)
 
Immediately, his command was met by the two fighters charging at each other full force, their blades aiming for a vital organ on their respective bodies. The Younger of the two reached for the Elder's neck, but the latter successfully parried the attack by raising his own blade and additionally pushing himself backwards. The Younger, in that one attack, had used the last of his strength; he stood there, trembling, out of breath. The crowd had begun to start murmuring yet again at this point. Noticing the drop in his defense, the Elder scraped his blades together and fired a spark straight at his brother's chest. Too weak to evade the attack, he fell to the ground with a hard thump. The Elder somewhat hastily made his way towards him.

Crouching by his incapacitated brother, he looked into his swollen eyes, while the Younger looked back. He clearly saw the pain that his eyes held, followed by the anguish and frustration. The Elder contemplated that he was on the verge of killing his shared blood for place among the ranks of an army. Unsatisfied with that justification, he attempted to convince himself that he was fighting for dear life, remembering that he would be the one in his brother's position had he been the weaker one. But no matter how much he attempted to convince himself otherwise, he couldn't help but face the truth straight in the eye: He had no choice but to kill his younger sibling to see another day.

The Overseer looked on, frowning. "What is your concern?" He yelled in frustration. "Why haven't you finished him?"

The Elder did nothing, as though he didn't hear the angered cry. "Kill him, you've proven his incompetence!" The Overseer had grown even more impatient. "The pathetic fool is no longer your family!"

Suddenly, that set off a spark in the Elder's mind. It was as though everything that he'd ever known had just shattered like glass. Enraged, he rose, turned towards the Overseer, and jumped towards him, roaring like a feral animal. The Overseer, who had had enough disobedience at this point, drew his own blades and sent out a powerful spark of fire towards the Elder, knocking him back to the ground with full force. The Elder was drained of the remaining energy he had, while the Overseer casually arose from his chair.

He walked towards the Elder and aggressively picked him up. "Your insubordination will be diminished." He said angrily.

The Overseer retracted his blades and repeatedly punched the Elder in the face. His strength was so great he actually came close to breaking his teeth. Punch after punch, the Elder felt weaker every second, helpless as the Overseer took his anger out on him. The Overseer pushed him to the ground and continued to beat him, until he drew his blades and left a long scratch on his chest.

He fiercely picked him up yet again. "Now, kill him!" He yelled into the Elder's face.

Realizing there was no benefit in resisting; the Elder crouched beside his sibling once more, and gazed into his eyes for a moment. After the long, violent battle, and the ruthless beating that just took place, the Elder realized that no family ties could be left whole if he was to complete his rite of passage. It was ultimately the tradition of his people to pledge their lives to a warlord, or die trying, and he was now in the position where he would be forced to choose what to fight for: Another man's ideals, or his own?

Expectedly, he chose his own life…

The Elder placed his blade at his brother's neck, and without any hesitation, decapitated him while he lay on the ground. To complete the ritual, he gathered a large amount of blood from his body with his hands, and wiped it thoroughly around his face. It was the Tarkata's way of establishing their dominance over their weaker opponent, who was obviously not strong enough to be called a warrior.

The moment he wiped the blood on him was met him cheers from the crowd. As he arose, the Overseer cried out to the whole arena, "I declare, Kentmka Syrkuyua, a true Tarkata!" With his scream, he drew his blades and fired a spark into the air, signalling the Elder's accomplishment.

As the crowd cheered on, the Elder glared at his brother's corpse. "Kentmka Syrkuyua," He thought to himself, "an old name with a new purpose."
 
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I'm the original author of this story. My account name on FF.net is Obelish, you've clearly taken what isn't yours.
 
B13-Helghast said:
Ow, somebody just got busted... anyways to the rightful author... thumbs up so far ;)
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Thanks, I have a habit of not taking pride in anything I write, I can't really help. I haven't updated in such a long time because I was tied up with some schoolwork I had to do over my vacation. I figured it wasn't getting too much attention at this point anyway so it wouldn't matter too much whether or not I updated for now. I've already gotten started on the first chapter, so provided I don't get any writers' block or anything, it'll be up soon.
 
Obelish said:
Thanks, I have a habit of not taking pride in anything I write, I can't really help. I haven't updated in such a long time because I was tied up with some schoolwork I had to do over my vacation. I figured it wasn't getting too much attention at this point anyway so it wouldn't matter too much whether or not I updated for now. I've already gotten started on the first chapter, so provided I don't get any writers' block or anything, it'll be up soon.
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Hey Obelish, Glad that you could come and establish ownership of your work. It is really shameful that things like this happen, I too had some of my work stolen before, so I know how it feels. I hope this doesn't deter you from writing further as you are really talented. Good job with the story so far! :)
 
You stole this? Wha? And it was so epic! Shame on you sir.

Obelish great start. I really hope to get to see the rest of this story. I love epic stories like this.
 
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