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Mortal Kombat: Enenra's Shadow part 2

Chapter 8: Deep Dark Seas

The next morning Viktor rolled out of bed, falling onto the ground, groaning and sounding depressed. Enenra propped the boy up, Viktor then tried looking at his phone, but it died and there is no cell-service in Outworld (they’re amish people with magic, fr fr).

ENENRA: What were you expecting, kiddo? HEy–

Before Enenra could reply, Viktor pushed his face back into his shoulder as he got dressed, stepping outside and catching his father walking around with a wet jacket.

VIKTOR: Late night outing, old man?

Nico was spooked, almost dropping his crimson jacket as he looked over to his son.

ROBIN: WHA– Oh, it's just you, kid. You slept well, I see.

VIKTOR (leaning against a wall): Yeah. You, on the other hand, look like a hurricane stormed through your room.

ROBIN: Just needed some fresh air. I didn’t realize it was raining.

ENENRA (creeping behind Viktor’s shoulder): A likely story…

Melisa walked past the two, patting Viktor on the head lightly.

MELISA: Mornin’, boys.

She headed off to the spiral staircase, and as she was out of sight the protege leaned closer as he whispered to his father.

VIKTOR: Dad, what the hell were you doing last night?

Robin sighed, leaning to Viktor as he replied equally quietly.

ROBIN: You know that girl who controls wind you told me about?

VIKTOR: Yeah?

ROBIN: She was on the roof last night, and I stepped out to meet her and–

ENENRA (cutting him off): Ooooh, did you two kiss? I want all the deta–

Viktor slapped the demon aside with the back of his palm, silencing it as Viktor responded.

VIKTOR: Please continue, dad.

ROBIN (sighing): .. She told me about her past. I feel horrible about it, I feel horrible for her.

VIKTOR: Dude, it’s fine. If there’s anything I learned in the past year it's that you should stop listening to the voice in your head who reminds you of your past and makes you regret it. Instead, remember yesterday, hope for a better tomorrow, and make today worth living.

The protege patted his father’s shoulder as he leaned back, and Red Robin scoffed as he crossed his arms, looking at his son with a sassy expression.

ROBIN: And when did you get so much wiser than me, huh kiddo?

VIKTOR: Somewhere in between finishing this school year and learning my dad was a war criminal.

ROBIN (sarcastically): Ha, ha, very funny, little man.

Red Robin answered, wrapping an arm around the protege and messing up his hair. Viktor pushed him away harder than usual, launching Nico into a wall. He then rushed over, holding him up.

VIKTOR (distressed): Oh, shit! Are you okay, dad?

ROBIN: I’m fine, kiddo.

Viktor then stares directly at Enenra furiously.

ENENRA (sort of scared): That wasn’t me.

Viktor looked at his hand before putting it away in his pocket.

ROBIN: You’re getting stronger, Vik.

Robin stepped aside, bypassing Viktor as he sled down the handrailing of the spiral staircase, trying to catch up to Melisa with a spring in his step. Enenra looked at him from behind Viktor’s shoulder, holding back a laugh.

ENENRA: I’m starting to believe your father might be a bit fruity.

VIKTOR: I’m starting to think you want to fuck anything that breathes.

Leaving these two to argue alone, we cut to the courtyard,where general Muchacha sits alone and enjoys her morning. She then notices an envelope next to the china rose she grew. The envelope was white with red lines, and she ripped it open, reading the red-lettered text inside.

“I am aware that we aren’t familiar on a personal level, however you should still read this.”

Muchacha, with nothing much better to do at the moment, kept reading.

“I was wondering if you’re willing to talk. I only wish to keep this between you and I. Meet me at the ruins of the tower in the living forest. No soldiers, no allies, you come alone. If not, I'll be prepared.”

There was no signature on the note, only an underline that swiveled into itself at the bottom. Muchacha put the note in her pocket, walking away from the courtyard. She saw Viktor as she entered the palace once more, walking over to him.

MUCHACHA: Oh! Viktor!

Viktor and Enenra both turned to face Muchacha, letting out a loud “hmm?” as she approached the two.

VIKTOR: How can we help, ma’am?

MUCHACHA: ... Have you seen your father? I have a bone to pick with him when I find him.

VIKTOR (chuckling): W-h-what? Why?

Muchacha gave him the note. Viktor and Enenra looked at the note, looking confused.

VIKTOR: Yeah, dad didn't write this. I'd know, he draws a little bird at the end of every note he writes. Trust me, he does this on the regular.

Enenra reached over, grabbing the note with his teeth and chewing up the paper, swallowing it as Muchacha crossed her arms, thinking hard.

MUCHACHA: Hmm... then who else could've sent me this?

ENENRA: Perhaps someone who holds a long lasting grudge against you and wants you dead.

VIKTOR: Or, maybe someone who doesn't know how to talk to people.

The symbiote then whispered.

ENENRA: Or someone with a grudge and wants you dead.

MUCHACHA: Maybe, but who could it be? I don't have many enemies. Not that I can think of… thank you anyway, both of you.

VIKTOR & ENENRA: You're welcome.

Muchacha walked away, putting the note in her hand in her pocket on the opposite side of her sword. Without much of a chance, the general left the palace walls and headed towards the living forest, her sword at her side as she wandered through the silent woods. Eventually, she made it to the ruins of the tower, noticing a young woman sitting on a large rock amidst the rubble. The young woman wore a yellow dress and a piece of green cloth around her neck which resembled a lowered mask. She had looked up, noticing Muchacha and waving her over. Muchacha walked over to the singular girl, standing beside her.

MUCHACHA (holding up the note): I’ve got the message. Just going to assume it's yours.

BREEZE: Quite perceptive, General. Also, you came alone, glad to know you can follow basic instructions.

Muchacha was unimpressed by her sass. She didn’t even recognize her as Breeze. One of Outworld’s most wanted criminals. She sat beside the disguised fugitive, her expression one of boredom.

MUCHACHA: I hadn’t expected someone who sent me an ominous letter to be this sassy.

BREEZE: You say that, and yet here we are... Look, I didn't invite you here for a social visit. I wanted to speak about something you did a few years ago.

MUCHACHA: Oh really?

She asked, crossing her arms while leaning back. Ocreia took a deep breath.

BREEZE: Twenty-ish years ago, you and the Red Robin...

MUCHACHA (tired): Here we go...

BREEZE: I only wish to know a few things, then I'll never bother you again.

Muchacha sighed, looking over to Breeze as she tried to maintain her expression.

MUCHACHA: Make it quick.

Breeze, taking a deep breath, prayed Amara wouldn't catch wind (lol) of her identity. she fiddled with her fingers as she spoke.

BREEZE: You and Robin worked together at some point, correct? You fought that... what's his name... that wizard, alongside Red Robin.

MUCHACHA: Xandras, and yes, that's true. It was a long time ago. A lot has changed. He's a family man now, apparently and he still lets me choke him to near death.

MUCHACHA (sighing in relief): Ah, good times.

The wind-borne fugitive felt a strange emotion rush over her as she thought about Red Robin. She didn't like the feeling, but didn't mind it too much either. Breeze then continued. She couldn't help herself but ask. She was curious, after all. And besides, she had to know.

BREEZE: So... what was it like?

Muchacha sat and thought, looking over to Breeze as she replied.

MUCHACHA (shifting from angry to soft): He was an asshole then and he's an asshole now. But... It's like something changed. Almost like he's... matured. He's not as stupid and cocky as he was before. I'm sure you've heard stories about him, how he was a criminal and a rebel against Shao Kahn, and yet he's somehow the most mature person I know. A hero. He's an ass, sure, but he's a good soul. And oddly, he's grown on me a bit. I'm proud of him.

Breeze smiled, looking down as she held her hands together, a small blush on her cheeks as she replied.

BREEZE: That's... that's lovely. I'm happy for him. Thank you, Amara.

Muchacha raised a brow.

MUCHACHA: What are you thanking me for?

A moment of silence between the two, all that was heard was a soft whisper of the wind.

BREEZE: …When I first saw you, all I could think about was... him, and what he did to so many people. I couldn't stop making the comparison, I never even meant to say hello. I... I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry.

Muchacha's expression changed drastically, her eyes were wide and her mouth was closed. She then snapped back, regaining her composure. 100% professional. 0% of any emotions.

MUCHACHA (clears her throat): You... Shouldn't apologize. I Thank you for clearing this out. Breeze.

Breeze was surprised to say the least. She stuttered, failing to form a normal sentence before she blurted out.

BREEZE: Wh-- How-- How did you even...

MUCHACHA (smiling confidently): Please, this isn't the first time I spoke to a criminal. It's also far from the first time I became friends with a criminal.

Breeze's eyes widened, turning her head away. She was happy that she was being let go now, but her heart ached. Muchacha then stood up, holding a hand out to Breeze. As the wind-borne fugitive looked back, Muchacha asked.

MUCHACHA: We can't have my soldiers and Kahn's knowing about our meeting, so I must ask that we keep this between us.

Ocreia looked down at Muchacha’s hand, sighing.

BREEZE: This moment genuinely confuses me.

MUCHACHA (chuckling): Wouldn’t you believe it… It confuses me as well.

The wind-born fugitive sighed, standing up and taking the general’s hand, shaking it gently.

MUCHACHA: I hope to see you again soon, wind-born fugitive.

Ocreia let go of her hand, tilting her head as she asked.

BREEZE (joking): So, if I wish to see you again, do I send you a letter or commit a crime?

MUCHACHA: Committing a crime would probably get me to you faster.

BREEZE (snickering): I'll keep that in mind. Good day, general.

The general stepped away, heading back to the palace. Breeze, on the other hand, stayed at the ruins, looking over the horizon and the forest ahead, taking in the view. The fugitive then wandered off, heading where Havik, Nitara and Jay wandered off to the other day.

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