I came up with this a little while ago. Its set in the begging stages of MKDA and itll take off from there(depending on how well the series goes). The main character is fictional and made up by me.

Hope You like. Heres the Prologue:


Devil's Eye Prologue: With its Cold Metal...

Its nighttime at The Kuatan Palace. The hot, humid air matches the dry smell in the entire palace. The molten lava sizzles and pops ever so slightly in the background. It is a massive arena, with stadium seats to match its massiveness. In the center of this grand arena lies a circular platform with the all to familiar Dragon symbol. The sign of that surprisingly means life, instead of death. Just outside of this arena is the statue of great warrior Goro, the once grand champion of Mortal Kombat. His memory forever immortalized in unbreakable stone. Inside the arena there are the faces of fallen Shokan warriors surrounding the platform of “Life”. Their face’s are carved out of marble and are absolutely flawless, with their Angered emotions caught so perfectly; they intimidate even the bravest warriors. But tonight they stare down upon two fighters who show no fear under the Faces of the Fallen Shokan.

In a flurry of kicks and punches, a mere man fights it out with Hells deadliest warrior. A yellow armored clad ninja complete with sword moves so fast its almost blinding, but the mere man seems to keep up with him, meeting each punch and kick with his own. His face is bashed and bloody; the cut above his eyebrow seems to be gushing blood out, blinding his vision as it trickles down his face and on to his neck. Haigan’s black on black leather get up is stained with his blood and his opponent’s blood that gives it the color of crimson stripes and splashes. His knuckles are bruised and bloody from hitting his opponent’s facemask witch is made of hard steel. He looks as though he’s been to Hell and back. But he stands firm in his fighting stance with his sword drawn and waits for his opponent to make the first move. His opponent the Hell-Spawned Ninja also stands firm with just as many wounds as his opponent. His face masked is cracked and is the swelling on the left side of his face has blinded him. His lower abdomen has a deep puncture wound and the blood flows freely. But the blood that leaks out and hit the floor seems coagulated as if he were already dead. His colorless eyes stare back in a ghostly gaze that would freeze any normal man in Fear. But Haigan is no normal man.

For a moment all is quiet and the air seems to grow thin as if all the oxygen has been sucked out. There is not a sound, the lava surrounding the platform stops it sizzling and popping, and time comes to a stand still. Then in the blink of an eye Scorpion charges his opponent and Haigan begins his charge. Their swords collide in loud clang. There’s a flash of light as they scrape off each other and in blinding speed they begin their onslaught on each other. Swords colliding making a flash of light every time they meet. Muffled screams of pain are heard, and blood can be seen flying every which way. Staining the gold dragon beneath them. Both fighters showing no signs of fatigue continue to slice away at each other both fully determined to win the battle or to drop dead. In Scorpion’s case, until he loses conciseness. Then in another loud clang and another flash of light both swords hit each other with such a fierce tenacity it causes both fighters to fall back from the force of the blow. Haigan senses a chance to end the fight and quickly recovers from the attack, and thrusts his sword forward at the Hell-Spawned ninja who temporally seems stunned. But Scorpion was merely playing opossum. He side steps Haigan and brings his sword at a vertical angle above his head. Haigan barley comprehends what just happened until he’s smacked square in the chest with the blunt side of Scorpion’s sword sending him across the platform. He hit’s the back of his head on the stone and rolls over but quickly nips up. But he nips up on the facing the wrong side of his opponent. He turns around fast but not fast enough for right before Scorpions spear plunges into his chest with its Cold Metal- “AGH SHIT!” Haigans coffee spills on to his lap. He wakes in his office in a cold sweat. Even with awards on his office wall it is a pitiful place with the blinds pulled in giving it a dark feeling with only little rays of light peeking through. Only fitting for a low ranking Special Forces officer. He wakes from another Nightmare? Dream? Vision? He cant tell the difference anymore all he knows is that the wound on his lower neck that’s concealed by his shirt seems to be throbbing every time he has one of these Dreams? Visions? Nightmare? Also that his jeans are wet and burning from freshly brewed coffee. He gets up as his one of his friends walks in. “Hey Deschin...” he looks at Haigan with concern. “Go on Marty.... I just...” Hagain trails off. “Had another dream” Marty chimes in. “Marty what the hell you here for?!” Haigan asks sternly. "Ms. Booty Blade called. Wants u to meet her in her office, pronto. Better get that cleaned up or she’ll think you wet yourself.” Haigan makes an obscene gesture as Marty walks out, and cleans up his pants before grabbing his gun and heading to the elevator.

End

Thank you for reading. Chapter 1 coming Soon