A/N: This is an idea that came to me while I was playing MK Trilogy, so the characters' looks are based on their appearance in that game; however, their history is all jumbled and mixed to my, and hopefully your, liking. About Mileena: I kind of guessed about her history since I don't play MK9 too often and since so little was said about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything MK-related; it belongs to Tobias, Boon and their gang, so thank them.

Chapter One

Seeing the pasty-faced sorcerer again after so many months almost made me lose my appetite…almost, but a customer was a customer and at the place where I 'work' it wouldn't be the first time otherworldly beings have dropped by. So when I saw the man with two of his lackeys trailing behind him, I made my way over. The entire building pulsed with each beat of music and flashing light, and I swayed in time to it in my slinky costume. The sorcerer immediately grabbed me and, to my surprise, had us teleported to another realm. It wasn't until they'd started beating me all over the courtyard did I begin to fight back. I was fighting a losing battle but I didn't give up.

"What's your problem, paste-face?" I shrieked.

The sorcerer was relentless in his attacks.

"You will be my subject of interest as I test my new techniques," the deep-voiced man explained, "afterwards, my minions will dispose of your remains."

"What?" I cried out incredulously; he's crazy, crazier than me if he thinks I'm gonna' let him use me as some kind of guinea pig.

I increased my attacks but Ermac hoisted me high in the air and tossed me into the giant fountain in the center of the courtyard. I tried to get up but Rain, Quan Chi's other peon, manipulated the water against me. All of a sudden the sorcerer laid his hands on me underwater and I was gripped by this core-encompassing pain that burned through my veins, set my insides aflame, crushed at my heart and left me even more breathless than I already was. Right then, I didn't know if I was going to drown or if the intense agony would do me in. Just as quickly as it begun, though, it instantly stopped.

Quan Chi clutched me by my hair and yanked me out of the freezing water and then swung me back onto the courtyard like a sack of flour. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but gulp in shallow breaths and wince as my ribs ached with each exhalation. I rolled onto my side and caught sight of my reflection on the base of the black marble fountain, highlighted by the waning moonlight. I screamed in fury and in slight terror.

"W-what did you do?" I screeched. I clawed madly at my mouth only to find that my sharpened nails and fangs were nowhere to be found, and in their places were dull shadows of what once was. I scampered on my hands and knees—which scraped easily on the rough concrete—and glanced at a clearer image of myself in the water. I screamed again, moaned out loud.

"What did you do?" I cried hysterically.

Quan Chi yanked me harshly to my feet and smirked. "I've taken away your very essence, stripped your Tarkatan DNA so that you are now a lowly mortal. With this technique, I shall exterminate the entire disgusting Tarkatan race and all others who oppose me!" the villain proclaimed haughtily.

He formed a lime-green portal and, along with Ermac, sauntered through it. To Rain he said,

"Finish her."

It was then that several powerful emotions emanated from within me all at once: the shame at being degraded and cast aside, the rage at this curse Quan Chi put on me, the pain of having lost my identity; I made short work of the Edenian punk and had him pinned under me in no time.

Fueled by pure adrenaline, I held him under me and raised my free hand to finish him off.

"W-wait!" the young traitor cried out desperately. "Don't kill me!"

"Why not?" I guffawed. He must be nuts if he thinks I'll let him slide. Of course I'm going to kill him, mutilate him, and eat whatever's left.

"Be-because I-I can help you" he stammered. I rolled my eyes; typical Rain, trying to save his own skin.

"You don't have anything that—"

"I know who can change—change you back" he panted. Now I was a bit suspicious.

"You're lying" I accused, but my strength was fading fast.

"NO no! I know someone! He can change you back, I think—I mean I swear!" he insisted. I shifted a bit and narrowed my eyes.

"You better not be talking about Shang Tsung or Quan Chi or so help me—"

"N-Nightwolf! He's a shaman nam-named Nightwolf, he knows all about this sor-sorcery stuff" Rain gasped and choked.

I squeezed his neck and hissed, "If you're lying, I'll hunt you down, you demi-god reject" I threatened. After a few seconds of further intimidation I let him up and he scurried into the fountain where he jumped in and disappeared. I collapsed as soon as he was gone.

Thanks for reading, don't forget to review! Even though I have this story all written out, I won't type the rest unless you want me to, so tell me what you think!

P.S. Was anybody out of character? Let me know so I can work on that(i.e. play more Mortal Kombat)

~DymondGold~