Ok, I had no frickin' clue where to post this... but if anyone is interested, this is a little 5 Chapter(that's 25 pages per-chapter) Short Story of my ideas for MK 6. Its the Prologue, read and give me your reviews on whether or not you all would like to see more of this. If so, I will post it Chapter by Chapter along a thread entitled "Mortal Kombat VI". Well, here it is.

PROLOGUE

The rubble was all around, the decaying bodies of the once known Dragon King’s Army, lay sprawled all over the Ancient Temple. The Soulnado destroyed, Shang Tsung, and Quan Chi lie dead before the throne of the Dragon King. Not many were aware of his Presence but he was there, throughout the Entire History of the Realms, he has been there, watching, waiting, waiting to find some kind of Loophole, so that he might return and reclaim his Fallen World.


To most, he was the pitiful Servant Reptile, but now now he was something much, much more. Since the awakening of the Dragon King, there has been much in the way of Anarchy throughout the realms, Animals, Humans, and the Elder God's of the Realms have begun a wide spread panic. And now, as Reptile sat upon his newly acquired Throne of Blood, he sat, licking his lips. Enjoying a piece of the tender flesh of Quan Chi's right forearm, the blood trickled down from Reptile's razor-sharp teeth, like Crimson Waterfalls.


They thought my Race would die out... they thought they could Belittle me, they all laughed at me! BUT NO MORE! For now... the Power of the Dragon King now resides within me... I control the Power. I AM A GOD! The inner thoughts of Reptile, as the little creature was twisted and transformed only moments earlier, the Blood Rage had consumed him, and in a whirlwind attack, he had destroyed the Deadly Alliance. Reptile looked around the baron Temple, it was quite evident that he had caused this destruction, Quan Chi and Shang Tsung had put up a Valiant Fight, but it was Shang Tsung who faltered... who tried to please Reptile by turning on Quan Chi. By decapitating him and devouring his soul. Stupid move.

Reptile looked out through the large hole that seemed to engulf the Temple on its own, and he saw that the day was ending, the night was beginning, the first signs of twilight thick in the air. Reptile no longer cared for Trivial things, Nitara? Cyrax? Who were they to him? Who were they now to the All Mighty God Reptile? Nothing. that is what they were, and that is exactly how he would stomp them out. They were now his food, nothing more.
Reptile stood from his throne of Crimson Stone, he looked out to his now resurrected Army, and he began to give the first order. "ARMIES OF THE DEAD! HEAR ME! I AM YOUR KING! I AM THE DRAGON KING!" As if the secret words of a long forgotten tongue were spoken, bodies, crumpled, mummified corpses with rotting flesh began to rise from their graves almost. They began to rise, and come forth, standing in row upon row of decay and skinless grins. The muscle ever apparent as the sinew and bone were also visible among these Fallen Warriors.

"Riders Of Death! Wraiths Of The Night! MY MINIONS! Our domination of the Realms is soon at hand, and there is nothing! NOTHING! That can stop us from completing our task!" A slow moan was heard throughout the sea of bodies, Reptile was pleased. And why shouldn't he have been? He had acquired the Power of the Dragon King, he had acquired the Dragon King's unbreakable army... and most of all, he had been granted revenge on Shang Tsung and Quan Chi.

"MY ARMIES! MY WARRIORS! YOUR KING NOW SEEKS GENERALS! WARRIORS TO LEAD INTO BATTLE! WARRIORS WHO-" The speech was suddenly interrupted, as a secret chamber door was opened in the floor, a round, metallic object, roughly the size of a huge fist, had struck the floor, and as soon as it did, a hand had reached up as well, rotting, and ever apparent, the Stench of Death had grown thicker in the Temple. As it was clear, Drahmin, had returned. Drahmin rolled out of the secret passage-way, his mask cracked, and his body broken now, more so then ever before.

But he was not alone.

Soon after Drahmin had come to the surface, another hand had clasped onto the cracked floors of the Temple, blue, scaled, and blistered all over, the long finger nails dug deep into the Granite Stone. Before the mighty beast Moloch, pulled himself up to the surface as well. Reptile stood, amazed at the sight, and he surely took this as a sign from the Dragon King, that these two Oni, would lead his armies. "Do you dare interrupt I? The DRAGON KING?" Moloch looked up from his knees, he had been cut very badly, his left arm broken, the ball and chain hung loosely around it, his right arm grasped Drahmin, and Moloch put him on his shoulders. As he slowly began to back away into the Darkness. "We Dare not my King."

These words, they intrigued Reptile, as it had become increasingly difficult to understand all of the Languages that the Oni's possessed, at first like static, now, it had become clearer, and now, it was as if he had understood all along. "Very well, do you and your... companion, wish to Lead my Armies to Victory?" Moloch stood in the darkness, silent for a long moment, as if trying to decide for himself, for once, whether or not to agree with this foul looking Reptilian Creature. For once, Moloch had to decide for himself, and he spoke loud and clear. "Yes, we shall lead your Armies."

END PROLOGUE