Heya! If you're reading this then this is a revised chapter! :D Anyway, to all of those followers of mine who still haven't read this, all I can say is that I HAVE TO LET THESE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD BE WRITTEN OR ELSE I'LL DIE! To those Mortal Kombat readers ... I hope you guys enjoy this :)

I

How it all Began

Lightning flashed on the dark and dull grey canvass of the stormy sky and the rumble of a thunder shortly followed. Francis looked up at the sky with annoyance, it was going to rain soon and he has places to be before that would happen. He checked his watched for the umpteenth time and let out a groan of frustration. If his watch was correct, which it obviously was, then he was standing and waiting in this meeting place for almost two hours and counting.

The meeting place wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. An old park in the middle of a square-shaped apartment that has long since been abandoned when a newer one was built inside the confines of the city, Francis fondly remembered times when he was still a little kid playing in the see-saws and the obstacle courses of this park when he came to visit his grandmother. Now the see-saws were rusty and the obstacle courses were obstructed, choked with plant life while his grandmother was with god and the angels above. To him, this place only served as a rendezvous point or a meeting location for his various dealings. Aside from it being a very ideal location, so far it's the only location available for him to use in his business without wasting money and risking prison.

His rather long wait was suddenly stopped when a SUV parked outside the old apartment building. Quite a shiny and professional-looking SUV to be exact. Four men stepped out of the car, and like the car they were riding, they too looked professional. They wore tuxedoes and glasses, as if the one they were guarding was the president of the United States and not a buyer of illegal weapons. Their clothing alone told him many things about their boss; the one he was having a deal with. The four men also looked like they visit the gym frequently, their muscles straining against their tuxedoes. They look like professionals that are costly to pay; it told Francis that the one he's dealing with was filthy rich. The briefcases in their hands also tipped him off.

Finally, the man who Francis had a deal with went out of the car. Wearing a grey suit and cool shades that matches, the man looked like a stereotypical mobster or corrupt corporate executive. In other words; a perfect buyer, someone that has a high chance of not fucking shit up.

Grinning under his mask, Francis smoothed his dark suit and trained his eyes at the open briefcases in front of him but not before he saw—or rather, he thought he saw—a red light glowing from the passenger seat of his buyer's SUV. He quickly returned his glance at the exact same spot but he didn't find anything there and the tint's too dark anyway. Only a fool would not be suspicious and only an amateur wouldn't mind it. Francis isn't a fool nor an amateur, he kept that mysterious red light in mind but he decided to let it go for now, he would hopefully have time to investigate it later. Hopefully. That red light just sent red lights flashing and alarm bells ringing in his head.

"You rabbit?" a gruff voice said and Francis returned his attention to the man that was now standing in front of him. Smoking a cigar and trying to look like someone that you don't want to piss off. His tough-boss act doesn't have an effect on Francis though. He has had deals with people that were far more dangerous than this man.

They were so dangerous that Francis had to kill them or they'll kill him, try to kill him to be exact, with extreme difficulty.

…

The buyer wasn't impressed nor was he pleased with what lay before him. He had half a mind to order his bodyguards to just kill this guy, get his weapons and be done with it. Nobody could really blame him, the weapons dealer was wearing a black suit—the quintessential classic business attire with a red necktie, black leather gloves and tic-tac shoes but his physique wasn't even imposing. No muscles bulged and instead the guy looked scrawny, the only thing unusual about his body was his height which the buyer guessed to be approximately 6'5 or something; easily half a head taller than the guys he brought with him.

And then there's the guy's mask.

The buyer normally doesn't mind what the guys he's in business with wears but the one standing in front of him was just plain ridiculous. The man was wearing some sort of bunny mask. A mask made of wood painted white and drawn with the likeness of a rabbit but it was drawn in a cartoony sort of way; the mouth was just a '3' turned around, line-like whiskers at the sides, the nose was just an inverted triangle and the eyes were dark red orbs of glass, hiding the eyes of the man underneath. Then there were those two ridiculous bunny ears atop the mask!

"You rabbit?" he asked.

The man bowed, slightly. "Indeed I am Rabbit, esteemed buyer."

Underneath his glasses, the buyer's eyes slightly widened in surprise at the guy's voice. It was as smooth as the smoothest of silks with a hint of what he registers as something that a cultured liar sounds.

"Well, where's the goods?" he asked impatiently. "I don't have all day"

The man turned towards the briefcases on the table separating the two of them and the buyer saw that this 'Rabbit' guy's hair was moderately shaven. Not too thick, not too thin and obviously not bald either.

'All in all, this masked man is a curious Earthrealmer.'

…

"I see that my esteemed buyer is impatient so …" the Rabbit started, clicking each of the five briefcases containing his goods, which are heavily customized M4A1 assault rifles, shut. "I won't waste my oh-so precious time, and yours, by listing all the good things about these weapons but I assure you they are superb, well-kept and will serve you well in your future … endeavours"

"So" he leaned over, hands on the table and the glass 'eyes' of his mask glinting. "Shall we conclude our business?"

The buyer seemed thoughtful for a moment before nodding and gesturing at one of his muscle-bound bodyguards to hand over the money. Francis, or Rabbit, eyed each of the bodyguards as they placed their own briefcases, opened it for Rabbit's eyes to feast upon before they took the equivalent briefcase from the weapons dealer.

The sight of the dollars on the open briefcases was enough to make Rabbit happy. By no means is he a greedy man, he carefully avoids from being one, but the thought that the work was done was enough to satisfy him and his life's needs for, by the looks of things, half a year.

The sound of a safety lock getting disengaged made him frown though.

…

The buyer, on the other hand, was considerably happy about how this situation turned out. His bodyguards now have the recently purchased weapons locked, loaded and aimed at the weapon seller's ridiculous mask. What's more was that everything was going according to plan! If this continues to go as planned, which it obviously is, then they'll get the weapons and the cash without a hitch.

"Boss" one bodyguard asked, cocking his head towards the masked man. "What'll we do with him?"

For a reply, he simply raised an eyebrow. It was painstakingly obvious what they'll do with him.

"What you'll do to me is quite simple" They were startled by Rabbit's slightly louder voice. And the buyer, and his bodyguards, can't help but shoot him a sceptical glance. "You'll be letting me go with these briefcases over here" he said, waving a hand over each briefcase theatrically. "But if you're feeling particularly generous today, gentlemen. I'd be very happy if you let me go with my weapons … as an act of goodwill, one might say"

The buyer and his bodyguards stared at him for a moment right before laughing. Who can blame them? This Rabbit was obviously trying to save his ass!

"I'll take that as a no then" Rabbit said and the buyer barely heard his theatrical voice amidst the loud laughter. He took a little remote that was similar to a car's and pushed the big red button on it.

Immediately after he pushed it, his bodyguards stopped laughing and instead started screaming, yelping, and—to the buyer's utmost shock and disappointment—squealing. The rifles in their hands started sparking and sending little surges of electricity to the muscle-bound men that currently wields them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" the Rabbit was shaking his head in a disappointed manner and it made the buyer's blood boil. "I was hoping for a meagre day. I give guns and you give money. Simple! Why can't people be simple even for a moment!" he complained and the buyer briefly wondered about the Rabbit's sanity.

Briefly, because his bodyguards were slowly reaching for their holdout pistols and after a few moments of waiting, this earthrealmer and his cunning mouth will be—

Six loud barks. Six dead men. Six of his bodyguards dead before he even realized it, when he got a good look at their bodies, he saw that there were neat circular holes on their foreheads. Neat circular holes that were exhausting blood.

The buyer looked in shock at the masked man, the ridiculous mask now looking disturbing and sinister in his eyes. A pistol was in his right hand, a desert eagle in fact, a desert eagle now pointed straight at him.

Another loud bark and the buyer found himself looking at the dull grey canvass of a sky in turmoil. It was the last scene that he remembered.

…

'What a waste of life' Rabbit thought with a frown, a frown obviously hidden behind his mask. His thoughts doesn't mean much to him though, it was simply his reaction to the way things are—'the way things are' was something that he can't change no matter what he does. It also didn't disturb him. He has seen, and occasionally dealt, more morally deprived and more gruesome deaths but his emotional response to the sight of fresh corpses was still a disappointment that he can't act on. Quitting was an option, but he was in too deep in this business. There's no way he could return to living a normal life. It's not just the police but the criminal underworld would also go after him.

Rabbit shook his head and sighed as he returned his 'sidearm' back to its hidden holster inside his suit. Normally, this would cause an unusual bulge and would be heavy and obvious on a normal suit but Rabbit's suit was far from normal. A suit made by one of the best 'tailors' in the black market, it certainly cost him a fortune but every penny spent on it was worth it. The suit was a mesh of titanium and other alloy strings weaved together like one would when weaving normal fabrics, creating a suit that can stop most bullets without even looking like one. Appearance was out of the question though, the suit was still as stylish as most suits go.

He looked at the surroundings a last time; fresh corpses, discarded rifles and briefcases filled with cash. He won't do anything to the corpses, he'd let the cops discover it and make them think—God knows they surely need practice on that. The rifles, he had a lot of them made and he could manufacture, or steal, more if he wants to. The briefcases of cash, however, were something that he won't leave behind.

Rabbit took two briefcases in each hand, a hard thing to do but he'll manage, and started to walk towards the exit. He had thought to walk out and take the dead buyer's SUV but that mysterious red light coming from the back seats made him think otherwise.

Then he heard a wet gurgle.

Curious, Rabbit looked around and after seeing nothing worth looking for on his immediate surroundings he looked back at where the fresh corpses were at.

He wished he hadn't.

Blood were leaking out of the bullet wounds in each of the corpses in an unnatural way. Like there were faucets on each of their heads and those faucets were fully turned on, it was like that; blood spilling out like it was water and not blood. As if things weren't strange enough, the blood slowly formed into a shape, piling from the ground up into something—to Rabbit's horror—that was vaguely humanoid.

It continued for almost a minute, a minute that Rabbit could have used to bolt out of this place and drown the already-horrific events in a whole lot of liquor but for some odd and morbid reason, he stayed. The blood was no longer gushing forth from the wounds and the humanoid shape was now, as odd as it may sound, feminine.

The figure then shook itself, like a cat drying itself after getting wet. The blood didn't reach him but Rabbit took an instinctive step back and covered his head with one of the briefcases. When he looked back, he was surprised.

There was a woman where the bloody figure used to be. A woman with red hair tied into a ponytail and an attire that looked like what a cosplayer would have for lingerie. Steel armor reminiscent of Asian designs were on her shoulders and she also has bracers on top of a red cloth on her forearms, red high heels, something that looked like a cross between a loincloth and panties and her face was covered by a half-mask that continued like a red cloth that spread over her neck and beneath the armor on his shoulder. There were two tantos—ninja swords or something like that—at her back and her red eyes were focused on his.

Then she lunged.