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A quick authors note: Escaping Hell is in no way an MK10 plot idea. If you want something like that, go read Flying Jinko's story. I just came up with this idea after beating the arcade ladder with Ermac thinking it'd be fun to add all this depth to his character.
Welcome all, to my latest fan fiction masterpiece. I call it: "Escaping Hell." It's a story taking place directly after Shao Kahn's death starring Ermac as the main protagonist. Much like his arcade ending, Shao Kahn's death releases his control over Ermac and the many souls that make up his being fight for dominance. However, instead of controlling Ermac, the soul that become dominant becomes his guide. With that little bit of background knowledge out of the way. I present you with the first part of the story. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.
Chapter One: New Beginnings
Pain. That was all he felt. A storm of relentless pain as every soul in his body fought for control. Shao Kahn was no longer controlling him, and with that control gone, so too was the force that kept every soul in place. A fresh wave of pain blasted through his skull, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
* * *
“Jerrod?” That was Ermac’s first thought as he awoke on the cold floor of an earthrealm subway. “I am... Jerrod?” Suddenly, a voice in his head spoke to him
“No, you are Ermac. I am King Jerrod, one of the many souls inside you. I will lead you forward on your new path. A path free from Shao Kahn’s will.” The voice was strong. It cut through the many other voices inside, displaying an aura of power, of dominance. “Earthrealm may be safe for now, but it came at great cost; many strong warriors fell. We will seek redemption by defending that which we once sought to conquer.”
“I... Yes.” Ermac was too confused to question Jerrod’s judgment. The war fought inside of him, and Jerrod’s subsequent subduing of the other souls that comprised his being had given him something he had previously lacked. A sense of... individuality? He no longer heard the clamoring of the many souls inside him. It was still there, but it was just noise in the background, easily blocked out. It was a new feeling, to have control over his actions. A feeling that he savoured. He could pursue his own destiny, instead of having it decided for him. He would make the most of this new-found power.
“You must seek Raiden, he will help you understand your existence. He will help you understand what you must do.”
“I... I think that makes sense. And I think I know where to find him. When he died, I... felt... the location. He’s somewhere in the city.”
“Good, we must find him quickly.” There was an urgent tone to Jerrod’s voice, one that seemed... afraid? No, that wasn’t it, was he excited? No, excited implies happiness... I think. Suddenly it occurred to him. He was... worried? It was a strange thought. Emotions were new to him, something he had never felt before. Yet even so, he could tell that something was bothering the powerful soul that guided him. Maybe Raiden will know, Ermac thought to himself. Suddenly a dark realization hit him.
“I was a servant of Shao Kahn. Won’t they attack when they see me?”
“It is a likely scenario that they will. That is why you must show them your good intentions. If you do not harm them, they will realize that you no longer serve Shao Kahn. Still, it is best to be wary. Your own safety takes priority.”
Although Jerrod’s words were not very reassuring, he was confident in his ability to defend himself. Using his telekinetic abilities, he floated over the stairwell exiting the subway, and found himself in a wide street, still littered with the carnage wrought by Outworld’s invasion. His first intention was to refrain from using his psychic abilities as they would only draw attention to him, but he quickly realized that the bandages covering his body would do that anyway. It suddenly occurred to him that he could just teleport to his destination. Without giving it another thought, he did just that, vanishing in a bright flash of green energy.
* * *
Sonya Blade was furious. Furious at everything. At Shao Kahn, at Outworld, and at life itself. They were all gone. Jax, Stryker, Kabal, Liu Kang, Kitana, Nightwolf... the list went on. All dead because some immortal freak wearing a skull on his head wanted more power then he already had. She wanted to kill something, inflict the pain she was feeling on someone else. But who? They had defeated Outworld, and she didn’t know where Kano was. Who else could she kill? Her answer arrived in a bright flash of green.
“Ermac!” she growled fury evident in her voice. He had ripped Jax’s arms off. He fought for Shao Kahn. He was associated with the death of her friends and comrades.
He would pay.
To be continued...
Now because I like writing long chapters, I'm going to post the chapters in multiple parts, so I can give you lots of fast but short updates rather than giving you one huge update once every few weeks. Make sure you leave comments telling me what you think.
Oh, and I'd like to give a shoutout to Flying Jinko and Aldo Moreno. They listened as I rambled on about my plot ideas and then gave lots of helpful advice on info that will end up having a major impacts on the story. Thanks guys! You're both awesome!
Lastly, I'd like to give a special thanks to Iron Maiden, Rush, Megadeth, Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band, Boston, Guns 'n Roses, Rage Against the Machine, Lynyrd Skynard, Killswitch Engage, and Motley Crue for providing some kickass music to listen to while I wrote.
ATTENTION: This story is also published on fanfiction.net. Why does this matter, you ask? Because the version that goes up there has been changed according to your guy's feedback as well as some last minute editing decisions that I always end up making. I'd revise the one that releases here but formatting these posts is just too damn annoying. Fortunately I'm giving you the link to the even more awesome version right here.
Welcome all, to my latest fan fiction masterpiece. I call it: "Escaping Hell." It's a story taking place directly after Shao Kahn's death starring Ermac as the main protagonist. Much like his arcade ending, Shao Kahn's death releases his control over Ermac and the many souls that make up his being fight for dominance. However, instead of controlling Ermac, the soul that become dominant becomes his guide. With that little bit of background knowledge out of the way. I present you with the first part of the story. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.
Spoiler:
Chapter One: New Beginnings
Pain. That was all he felt. A storm of relentless pain as every soul in his body fought for control. Shao Kahn was no longer controlling him, and with that control gone, so too was the force that kept every soul in place. A fresh wave of pain blasted through his skull, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
* * *
“Jerrod?” That was Ermac’s first thought as he awoke on the cold floor of an earthrealm subway. “I am... Jerrod?” Suddenly, a voice in his head spoke to him
“No, you are Ermac. I am King Jerrod, one of the many souls inside you. I will lead you forward on your new path. A path free from Shao Kahn’s will.” The voice was strong. It cut through the many other voices inside, displaying an aura of power, of dominance. “Earthrealm may be safe for now, but it came at great cost; many strong warriors fell. We will seek redemption by defending that which we once sought to conquer.”
“I... Yes.” Ermac was too confused to question Jerrod’s judgment. The war fought inside of him, and Jerrod’s subsequent subduing of the other souls that comprised his being had given him something he had previously lacked. A sense of... individuality? He no longer heard the clamoring of the many souls inside him. It was still there, but it was just noise in the background, easily blocked out. It was a new feeling, to have control over his actions. A feeling that he savoured. He could pursue his own destiny, instead of having it decided for him. He would make the most of this new-found power.
“You must seek Raiden, he will help you understand your existence. He will help you understand what you must do.”
“I... I think that makes sense. And I think I know where to find him. When he died, I... felt... the location. He’s somewhere in the city.”
“Good, we must find him quickly.” There was an urgent tone to Jerrod’s voice, one that seemed... afraid? No, that wasn’t it, was he excited? No, excited implies happiness... I think. Suddenly it occurred to him. He was... worried? It was a strange thought. Emotions were new to him, something he had never felt before. Yet even so, he could tell that something was bothering the powerful soul that guided him. Maybe Raiden will know, Ermac thought to himself. Suddenly a dark realization hit him.
“I was a servant of Shao Kahn. Won’t they attack when they see me?”
“It is a likely scenario that they will. That is why you must show them your good intentions. If you do not harm them, they will realize that you no longer serve Shao Kahn. Still, it is best to be wary. Your own safety takes priority.”
Although Jerrod’s words were not very reassuring, he was confident in his ability to defend himself. Using his telekinetic abilities, he floated over the stairwell exiting the subway, and found himself in a wide street, still littered with the carnage wrought by Outworld’s invasion. His first intention was to refrain from using his psychic abilities as they would only draw attention to him, but he quickly realized that the bandages covering his body would do that anyway. It suddenly occurred to him that he could just teleport to his destination. Without giving it another thought, he did just that, vanishing in a bright flash of green energy.
* * *
Sonya Blade was furious. Furious at everything. At Shao Kahn, at Outworld, and at life itself. They were all gone. Jax, Stryker, Kabal, Liu Kang, Kitana, Nightwolf... the list went on. All dead because some immortal freak wearing a skull on his head wanted more power then he already had. She wanted to kill something, inflict the pain she was feeling on someone else. But who? They had defeated Outworld, and she didn’t know where Kano was. Who else could she kill? Her answer arrived in a bright flash of green.
“Ermac!” she growled fury evident in her voice. He had ripped Jax’s arms off. He fought for Shao Kahn. He was associated with the death of her friends and comrades.
He would pay.
To be continued...
Now because I like writing long chapters, I'm going to post the chapters in multiple parts, so I can give you lots of fast but short updates rather than giving you one huge update once every few weeks. Make sure you leave comments telling me what you think.
Oh, and I'd like to give a shoutout to Flying Jinko and Aldo Moreno. They listened as I rambled on about my plot ideas and then gave lots of helpful advice on info that will end up having a major impacts on the story. Thanks guys! You're both awesome!
Lastly, I'd like to give a special thanks to Iron Maiden, Rush, Megadeth, Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band, Boston, Guns 'n Roses, Rage Against the Machine, Lynyrd Skynard, Killswitch Engage, and Motley Crue for providing some kickass music to listen to while I wrote.
ATTENTION: This story is also published on fanfiction.net. Why does this matter, you ask? Because the version that goes up there has been changed according to your guy's feedback as well as some last minute editing decisions that I always end up making. I'd revise the one that releases here but formatting these posts is just too damn annoying. Fortunately I'm giving you the link to the even more awesome version right here.
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