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Fight | Mileena x Reader

The ability, will, or inclination to fight

An angry argument or disagreement.

Fear enveloped you.

It surrounded every shred of ground around your body with the darkness casing you in a cold, ruthless sheet of ice and imagery.

You continue to lay there motionless, waiting for the penetrating screech of death to come halting at your throat.

You continue to rest on the ground, drawing short, ragged breaths.

You were breathing so heavily that you were sure that the predator would hear you. However, to your surprise, what you had felt was not the claws of sharpened and blood covered death. Instead, what had been present to your senses was the soft, gentle grasp of a warm blooded individual.

"I had not expected to find one alive amidst the slaughter."

You remembered her raspy voice clear as day and from anywhere, that despicable giggle that would emerge from her mouth whenever she had found something that would bring pleasure to her.

How could you mistake her piercing and venomous voice for anybody else in the realm?

Mileena had spared you that night, where you should have laid slain amongst your forces. After all, you had been a sworn enemy to her. What reasons could she have harboured to keep you alive?

"I may have use for someone ... who is willing to fight as voraciously and deadly as you did to survive."

She ... the hybrid, had spared your life in exchange that you fought for her?

You scanned your eyes across her features. Sure enough, she had respectively chose to wear that alluring outfit that she had been ousted in when the subject of a new Kahn would replace her as Outworld's rightful ruler.

That black, grey, fuchsia pink and golden trimmed sleeveless yukata, those ribbed full arm braces graced with a golden metal piece atop resting on either side of her biceps and below, resting gently and elegantly on both hands. The protective leather strapped and braced underneath the secured fabric robe peeking ever so bluntly through. The leather bound leg armour she had adorned had also been graced with the pink fabric. However, her legs seemed to be covered in gold plated armour pieces that appeared to be sullied with blood. How could you have possibly forgotten her crown? That golden piece had laid there gently on her raven black hair, glistening with a sinister glow with the sparks of the nearby lit fiery torches still hanging on the wall in this darkened, gore filled hallway.

Your eyes traced back to her face. You felt your horror building up, expecting her to abruptly change her mind, toss her sais into your hands to pin you down while she mauled your face until it would be unrecognizable.

To your surprise, there had been a small, close lipped smile for her expression. It had been the softest expression you would have ever expected to see coming from her.

Her hand extended out for you to take and bring your battle withered body up from the cold, hard and desecrated ground.

"You need not be afraid little one, for I, Mileena, rightful Kahnum of Outworld will make sure that you shall fight for me and live prosperously."

With a hesitant breath, you took her hand.

Lifting you up, the leader of the rebellion allowed you to ease up on to her side and permitted for you to use her as a means of support to move freely. She helped you in your dazed state as you struggled to walk. Being fear stricken, you barely felt the pain in your legs, or the slight graze of the numbness below your knees.

Together, off into the night after the gory skewer of all of your comrades' bodies, you and the rebel queen walked off into the mysterious night.

On the verge of death, forgotten by those of whom you served, left to die at the hands of the enemy. The devil's card had shown you being spared and instead, gave you the chance and the ability to fight for a greater cause, for greater reason, for the rightful heir to the throne of Outworld.

Long live ... Mileena.