mk: demon of the mist

Prologue 

Blood… So much blood.

The cult was the cause of all this butchery and mayhem. Killing men and women, none were permitted to survive. But the cult just needed one more victim. They found a boy, crying over his dead parent; holding his mother's decapitated head. He couldn't find his father at all. He saw the cult members getting closer to him.

"Why… Why are you doing this?" the boy cried.

"So that our master can return to us. He must come back to rule the world!" The cult leader called, ordering the other members to grab the child.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

They didn't listen to his cries; he could see the bloodlust in their eyes. They tied him on a bed that resembled a grill with wild fire dancing around it. The flames were already burning his back. The room was quiet, except for his screams though soon enough a chant started to overpower the child's cries.

"Oh demon god Enenra comes to us. Use the soul we gave to you and use the body as your vessel as our final payment. Come to us. Come to us."

The boy heard nothing but the sick cracking flames and melting flesh as the burning sensation took over the remainder of his body. All he wanted to do was end the pain. Then suddenly anger washed over him. They took everything from him. His family. His friends. …His life. What for? For some being that probably didn't exist. His body had already reached it's point of no return; there was no way anybody could survive after this torturous murder.

'What they did to you was unfair.' 
'Who said that? Who's there?'

'What is you name child?' 

'Tomas Vrbada...'

'They did this to a child for me? Unforgiveable. I will let you live child. You deserve to live. But they don't. They took everything you loved and burned away like a slow smoulder. You'll show them how dangerous smoke can really be. Take back what is yours, I give you my power!' 
The last of the boy's body was gone. The cult master was pleased.

"Now Enmara can return to us! Argh!"

The other followers looked on in amazement as the cult leader started to choke as if someone had him by the neck, killing off his air supply.

"Master what is happening to –"
One of the members started, but before he could finish a huge gash appeared on the cult leader's throat. Blood started to stream out, his limp body falling to the ground in an undignified heap.
Soon the other members started to choke. Their limbs were being torn off, entrails splattered on the floor. Blood soon covered the walls as this invisible being ripped them apart.

Some tried to run but soon met the same fate. Then there was only one left.

"Please have mercy oh great Enmera"

He pleaded, as tears ran down his face. His reddened eyes turned wide as something took hold of his face and slowly crushed his skull. As if it enjoyed to see him in pain. Finally his skull was completely shattered and his brain, bone and blood was everywhere. Nothing was left.

Not a living soul was left.

-_-_-A Few Days Later-_-_- --((Make Bold))--

At the Lin Kuei temple --((Make Bold))--

"Did you found any survivors from the village?"

"No Grandmaster, we found nothing at the scene. But we did find a boy near by the village."

"A child? What use do I have with a child?"

"He is no ordinary boy sir; it took us two hours just to find him again and another hour to capture him. And believe me sir, he is unsafe, he took out three of our best men."

"I see. Let me examine the boy."

The ninja nodded "Yes sir but be careful he is still… dangerous."

They walked down the hall to a room were the boy was being held. The room was filled grey smoke.

"He's in here sir."

As they walked in the room, the Grandmaster recoiled from the toxic smoke that clouded around them as the door was opened. The boy was chained from all sides, his hair strangely turning from black to a hazy white; his eyes a grey-ish green. He was breathing heavily.

"Hmm you're right he is no ordinary child. Boy what's your name?"

"Tomas Vrbada" The boy answered, his voice husky from not speaking.

"Where you from?"

"…I don't know"

"Why did you kill three of my best men?"

"…I don't know" He hung his head low, exhausted.

One of assassin stepped forward "Sir may we suggest we kill this… this monster. He killed our comrades it is only fitting that we get rid of him."

"No, I have better idea."

He walked up to Tomas. "I'll give you a choice. You can either join us OR they can kill you. Be advised that you should choose wisely." He spoke threateningly, through narrowed eyes.

Tomas looked at all the people in the room; they returned to him a look of both fear and anger. As if they see a monster. Waiting for the chance to kill it. But Tomas didn't want to die. He didn't want to die as mindless creature, knowing nothing about his past.

"I'll join." He said in whisper.

"What was that boy?"

"I said I'll join" looking up at the Grandmaster with now darkened eyes as if warning him. "Only because I what to know my past"

The Grandmaster raised a brow "You don't remember anything?"

"Nothing but my name…"

The grandmaster gave an evil smile "very well then… Smoke."

"Smoke?" The boy asked, confused.

"That is your new name. As long as you here, you will become one of us."
He turned toward minion "Unchain him, allow him to clean himself up and give him a uniform"

The Grandmaster ordered as he turned on his heel to leave, an assassin at his side.

"Sir are sure you want that thing to live?" He asked, bewildered.

"Yes, He will become our most powerful weapon. We will train him in ways unheard of in the other realms. Soon none of our rivals will dare challenge us."