FIGHT!

[OLazy1]

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FIGHT!
A series of one-shots transforming Xander into Mortal Kombat characters.

Kold Embrace


ôItÆs,ö Xander paused. He couldnÆt really think of a way to say what he wanted to say without being rude. The guy was going out of his way to offer Xander a good deal. He didnÆt want to be insulting.

ôPerfect.ö He finally gritted out.

ôI know,ö the guy announced with a weary shake of his head. ôI donÆt know what happened.ö

ôSo it wasnÆt meant to be like this?ö questioned Xander.

ôOf course not,ö denied the storekeeper staring at the offending garment in derision. ôIt was supposed to be a ninja costume but apparently my suppliers are idiots.ö

ôHonestly,ö the storekeeper began muttering to himself. ôI told those fools how important this was to me and instead of a ninja costume, they send me THIS!ö

ôIÆll take it off your hands then.ö Xander shrugged. It was either this or a soldier.

---



ôThatÆs a very,ö Joyce paused clearly picking her words carefully, ôunique costume.ö

ôThanks.ö Xander said with a grin hidden beneath his mask. At first heÆd been a bit nervous about the costume. After all, it looked sort of like a ninja who was just a bit odd. It grew on him though. It wasnÆt normal, in fact it looked downright goofy at times. That worked for him though. It was like a reflection of him.

ôAhh Lady Buffy, I renounce spandex.ö Xander said with a bow as Buffy came down the stairs.

Buffy just looked at Xander. ôWhat are you?ö

ôA ninja,ö stated Xander.

ôA blue ninja?ö

ôA light-blue ninja.ö

ôThatÆs,ö Buffy paused searching for the word. ôThatÆs just-ô

ôXander,ö stated Willow appearing at the top of the stairs with a grin hidden by her costume.

ôThatÆs a nice æBoo!Æ you got there too, Wills.ö

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ôIÆm a ninja,ö stated Xander trying to look imposing through the mask.

ôYouÆre wearing bright blue.ö

ôYep.ö

ôNinja donÆt wear bright blue.ö

ôOh?ö questioned Xander. ôJust how many ninja have you met before?ö

The boy shook his head, ôOn t.v. ûô

ôDonÆt believe what you see on t.v. kid,ö Interrupted Xander.

---


He was going to kill that damn sorcerer. He had no idea where he was but no doubt that it was the fault of that damn sorcerer.

The Grandmaster should have never accepted a contract with him.

He ignored the astral projection that approached him yelling, and searched for threats. Send in a decoy, then attack while the target was distracted, a common enough tactic. It was good to know warriors here could be so predictable.

With no more than a thought, he teleported himself to a more hidden location leaving an ice clone in his wake. HeÆd always found it best to meet an ambush with another.

He watched as the projection went towards the clone hesitantly. Wise, apparently his opponent knew better than to approach a situation blind. A pity, he needed information about where he was. A foolish enemy could have provided that information. It was too dangerous to try to take information from any other.

The clone collapsed as the projection waved a hand through it, more timing than anything the projection had done. The projection looked down at the chunks of ice in horror.

This bore some looking into. Maybe the plan was to use him for something? ItÆs possible the projection could have arranged for him to be here. Briefly a thought crossed his mind that the Grandmaster had sent him here for contract. It wasnÆt possible though. He would have been told specifically about it. He had no memories of getting here. One second he was elsewhere, the next he was here.

Something seemed to draw the attention of the projection; it looked up and hurriedly rushed away. It was a scream. The projection had looked in the direction a scream came from and rushed off in that direction yelling something. A name maybe? He had been too far to see if the projection showed signs of recognition but it was the only logical reason.
Thinking quickly, he rushed after the projection keeping pace while staying hidden. It wasnÆt an ambush. Those were best used on already prepared ground. The projection had shown some surprise at the scream so it was unlikely that this was scripted.

He needed more information, and the projection was the only source he could see.

Still, no reason to take chances, he thought as crouched hidden in a tree near the projection and the women she had found.
He watched as the projection proceeded to bully and browbeat the girl into entering a house. Apparently the projection managed to intimidate the girl into submission. He held back a snort. Being intimidated by someone who could not stop themselves from stuttering was just ridiculous.

He gained entrance to the house through a window on the second floor. He needed to stay close to glean all the information possible. It was for that reason that when he heard a scream in the distance and heard the projection begin to move he moved to end the threat. A blast of ice sent through the window managed to immobilize the threat. The screaming one immediately headed into the house after the projection.

He listened in from the top of the stairs as the girls proceeded to argue with one another. Eventually they began talking about what he was interested in, what was happening now. According to their theory, people who got their clothing from a particular store changed into others.

He shook his head at the foolishness of these people. This was why his clan made all his clothing. Trusting a stranger with something as necessary as clothing was ridiculous.

A subtle thump let him know that someone had forced their way into the house from the back. He crept back up the stairs. The arrival of the stranger might shake more information lose from the girls downstairs.

This was getting strange. The projection had barely made a comment about meeting him earlier tonight. That means that their meeting must have been incidental but if that was true why greet him with such familiarity upon meeting?

The redhead had left to find more information. This left him in the house with the brunette who had been saved, the girl the projection had bullied, and the thing. The truth was he wasnÆt quite sure what the thing was. It appeared to be some sort of revenant. Some kind of dead body imbued with a spirit.

HeÆd stayed here rather than follow the projection because he didnÆt want to risk being found. He could follow the redhead without being seen easily but it seemed the night had grown even more chaotic. His skill would be able to hide him but it was possible in the chaos he might be found. There was no need to take such a risk when she had informed the revenant that she would come back with information about what was going on.

A crash from downstairs let him know that something had interfered with his plans.

Apparently an enemy had managed to make it into the basement of the house. The revenant managed to fight him off but the easily intimidated one used the opportunity to escape.

Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Now their little group was splintered because the little girl ran away like a frightened child and the other two fools thought it was necessary to chase after her.
With a silent curse, he trailed after them. The projection was going to tell them what was going on. He needed to be close enough to get the information as well. There was no possibility of the projection going to the house and telling what she thought was an empty house secrets after all.

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He shot ice blasts at the swarming demons. The power of the blasts were dialed down, just enough to temporarily freeze the feral demons. It wouldnÆt do to advertise his presence by leaving frozen statues. In the chaos of battle it was simple for him to hit just enough so that the fighters wouldnÆt be overwhelmed without revealing himself.

The small demons were so feral that after they unfroze they would immediately attack again. Never bothering to identify and eliminate the threat that froze them in the first place.

Huh, thought Xander to himself as he recovered from his sudden vertigo. Light-blue ninja are kick-ass!


A/N:
DonÆt worry, they will not all be YAHF. I plan to use a variety of different ways. This was just the first way that came to mind. Let me know what you think. I hope the grammar/spelling wasnÆt too bad. I donÆt have a beta but I donÆt really write enough to warrant one. I realize I skipped a lot of stuff, but reading/writing a rehash of Halloween has never appealed to me. Also, IÆll try to lay off the æKÆ puns. I make no promises though, IÆve got at least one more in mind.

The idea came after I picked up the latest MK game. Basically just writing to improve myself, feel free to leave good and bad reviews. Suggestions are welcome, commands are not.

 

[OLazy1]

Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted material used to aide in the creation of this bit of fiction. This is produced simply for the entertainment of readers and the author.

Soul Stealer


To XanderÆs surprise, he found the school was still creepy when empty of students. Sure there was the threat of vampires and demons but hey, no troll.

He had come here along for a reason though, and he wasnÆt leaving.

He had heard them talking. They were trying to protect him. They thought that if they pushed him out of the group then he would be safe.

ThatÆs not what he wanted though.

He wanted to help his friends. He wanted to work together with his friends.

He didnÆt want to lose his friends. He didnÆt want to hear that his friends had died some dark night while he was safe at home sleeping. HeÆd rather die himself first.

That was why he was here now. HeÆd waited until every member of the gang had left the library. Now he planned to rummage through Giles books and find something that would help him be more useful.
He knew this might not necessarily be the smartest thing to do, but he preferred it to the alternative not being around his friends anymore.

At this point he was desperate, he was about to lose his best friends because he couldnÆt keep up. He knew he was basically grasping at straws here. He and everyone else had pretty much gone through and skimmed every book here during emergency research sessions. After 2 years, plus summer sessions with Wills for æentertainmentÆ he doubted there were many books that he hadnÆt been exposed to.

Hesitantly, he begin going through the books in the library. Not the normal ones or even the not-normal ones that were commonly used for research. Instead he started searching through the ones that Giles typically had hidden in the backroom, the dangerous ones.

Rarely was access to these particular volumes granted. Usually only when there was little time and Giles didnÆt know which of them held necessary information. That being said, heÆd looked through more than a few of them a time or two when the world was on the line, which made it all the more surprising when he came across one that he didnÆt recognize. Holding the book up, he examined it closely.

Yep, heÆd never seen it before. At all.

That meant it had to be a new book. With some of the situations theyÆd been through, he may not have personally looked though all of the books here but he definitely had seen something of every book here. Even if it was just a cover or an edge of a book while someone else searched through it.

This one was brand new though. Well, not new. It looked about as old as all the other books Giles had, maybe even older than a good portion. It wasnÆt here a couple of months ago when they were dealing with Angelus though.
Opening the book, he was able to immediately say with some certainty that it was relatively new. It was written in some kind of eastern dialect, but he was able to pick up with some certainty a symbol heÆd been taught meant something along the lines of soul.

Giles had probably got this book after the Angelus fiasco.

Xander debated what to do. He didnÆt have a lot of time, maybe a couple of hours before Giles came in. Just when did that guy sleep? Probably during school like everyone else.

Should he go through the book though? He didnÆt want to waste the time he did have. Xander decided to risk it. He already knew that the other books contained very little of anything that could help him. They did have magic and stuff, but that wasn't useful to him. Magic went wonky around him.

He could only pick out one or two words on each page, so going through this book wouldnÆt take long anyway.

LetÆs see: soul, soul, enemy, ritual, energy, empower?

This might be useful after all.

He tried to puzzle out the rest of the page. Standing up, he went and grabbed a reference sheet Willow had made for him. Apparently there was a ritual where he could be empowered by souls or energy?

Yea, the soul stuff sounded like REALLY bad mojo. Not the stuff he was interested in. The other option had some potential though.

A/N: Because this one isn't as obvious, I'll go ahead and say that the character he's on the path to becoming is Shang Tsung.

 

[OLazy1]

Best Served Kold

Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted material used to aide in the creation of this bit of fiction. This is produced simply for the entertainment of readers and the author.


Best Served Kold


ôOh crud!ö exclaimed Xander in fright as the lightning bolt sailed past him.

The plan had been simple. Go to the mall, locate the smurf, and then turn him into an ice cube. After all, his cryomancy powers were hardly a tool forged by man. No plan ever survived contact with the enemy though, not even one this simple. Apparently while his powers did affect the smurf. They didnÆt completely freeze him.

HeÆd thrown a blast of sub-zero temperature straight at the giant smurf. It had hit dead center turning the large demon into an icy representation of itself. TheyÆd thought the fight was over and done with, except it wasnÆt. Mere seconds after the demon had been frozen it had managed to burst from its icy prison.

That had been maybe 30 seconds ago. Since then Xander had seen his life flash before his eyes about a dozen times. Apparently it had realized where the blast had come from and wanted to end the threat. On one hand, Xander was glad it was targeting him. Thanks to the skills he had gained he was able to dodge the attacks sent his way, even if only by tiniest of margins. He had doubts that the other group members would have been as lucky. On the other hand, Xander had come closer to death in the last 30 seconds more than in 15 years before it.

Xander rolled to the side to avoid a bolt of lightning that would have burned him from the inside out.

He stopped once he was clear of the bolt blinking. He was an idiot.

HELLO! The smurf burned people from the inside out, of course he would be able to generate enough heat to break free of his ice.

Okay, so the smurf wouldnÆt be affected for long by his ice blasts. No problemo, heÆd just get up close and freeze him through touch. His icy touch was way more effective than his ice blasts. Heck, heÆd barely been able to generate the pure cold necessary for blasts. The touch came easier.

Xander grinned. He felt better a lot better than he had a second ago. He had a plan now. He could win this.
All he had to do was get close to the 7 foot tall behemoth in steel armor that was throwing lightning whoÆs touch killed and touch him. Okay, so it wasnÆt the best plan. It was still better than standing here and trying to stay alive, instead heÆd go over there and try to stay alive while trying to kill the smurf.

Xander spared a thought to thank his friends who were elsewhere battling Drusilla and Angelus, as hard as this was going to he didnÆt want to think how much harder it wouldÆve been with two master vamps at the JudgeÆs side.

So how was he going to get over there?

There was a good 10 yards between him and the smurf. Mentally reviewing the skills he had gained, he knew he had a few slides that could cover the distance, but he didnÆt want to risk the smurf nailing him with lightning when he wasnÆt able to dodge easily. There was also his teleport but coming out of it always left him a little disoriented.

Lightning struck the ground less than 3 feet away.

Teleport it is.

He needed a distraction though. So the Judge wouldnÆt take advantage of his vulnerability when he came out of the teleport. He knew just the trick.

He concentrated and summoned the cold to him.

Ducking out from his cover, he sent a blast of ice above the Judge. Not watching to see form a block of ice he immediately focused the cold inward.

Xander grabbed him. Blocking out everything around him, Xander focused on pouring the very essence of the cold from himself to the Judge.

He HAD to succeed. All jokes aside, he had blown any advantage of surprise he had with the Judge now. He was now too close to reliably dodge the JudgeÆs lightning assault and going hand to hand with a guy who burned out a personÆs humanity with a touch didnÆt seem too bright even to him.

He could feel it.

He could feel the cold running through his body pouring into the Judge. He could also feel something fighting it. Pushing back at the cold, trying to force it from the vessel that was the Judge, trying to save the Judge. He couldnÆt let that happen. He wouldnÆt let that happen.

Redoubling his efforts, he forced his power into the Judge focusing on reducing the demon to a icicle. He could feel the temperature around him drop. Nowadays, he didnÆt exactly get cold but he could still feel cold.

He was winning. He could feel it.

His ice was freezing out the competition. Ha! HeÆd have to remember to share that one with Willow later. A little voice inside him cursed at his distraction.

In that second he was distracted, something happened. What was a battle for supremacy between his cold and the demonÆs humanity searing power had changed. It became less of a battle and more of a rout. The demonÆs power disappeared.

He had barely understood that fact when he felt it.

The temperature outside his body had ceased to even annoy him since Halloween.

This was worse. It felt like every nerve in his body was set on fire. This wasnÆt affecting his skin. It was affecting every drop of blood in his body. He could feel it in his heart, his tongue, even in his eyes!

Opening his eyes through the burning pain, he saw the face of that blue faced bastard. As ice slowly his body, the Judge smirked at Xander in victory with his hand holding onto XanderÆs arm.

Pyrrhic victory.

Willow had once explained the concept to him. A victory where the winner still loses. At the time, heÆd liked it. Denying his opponentÆs victory sounded like a good idea to him, especially with the bullies he sometimes dealt with.

As he felt the fires within him intensify and watched the ice crawl over the last of the Judge, he was a great deal unhappier about the thought of it.

With the burst of energy borne of anger he struck, turning the Judge from an icicle to ice chunks.

A/N: I specifically placed the Shang Tsung chapter between the 1st chapter and this one because its a series of one-shots. The set up of the 1st chapter just worked really well with this. For those who didn't catch it, this is the birth of Noob Saibot.