Spider-Man 0X: Mortal Kombat

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Shang Tsung stood atop a jagged cliff overlooking a storm-tossed sea in this new realm. The fissure had brought him to a version of Earth unlike any he had encountered. It thrummed with power... ancient magic, celestial energy, and a plethora of forces both familiar and alien. His sorcery had anchored him to this realm, forming a concealed base within the hollowed-out chambers of a dormant volcano. The location was ideal... secluded and radiating latent energy he could siphon to stabilize the rift.

However, he took time to investigate the situation of that Earth and found out some critical information. With that done, he began the next part of his plan.

The sorcerer raised his hands, chanting in the guttural language of his dark arts. Tendrils of green energy spiraled outward, weaving into a shimmering, oval-shaped portal that pulsed with the otherworldly glow of Outworld. From the glowing portal he had conjured, two figures emerged. Skarlet, the Blood Mage, stepped out first, her crimson hair flowing wildly and her crimson armor glistening in the glow of the portal. She looked around, eyeing the unfamiliar landscape with suspicion.

A moment later, Frost, the cybernetic cryomancer, followed. Her short white hair was neatly brushed back and cold smoke was rising from her cybernetic armor.

"Tsung," Skarlet said, her tone neutral. She stood tall, offering neither deference nor hostility. "The Emperor has sent me to assist. And to observe. What do you want?"

Shang Tsung's lips curled into a knowing smile. "This Earth holds potential that could reshape Outworld's fate. But its defenders are formidable. Subtlety will ensure our success here, and I've chosen you and Frost to act as my instruments."

Skarlet's crimson eyes narrowed. "Instruments? Careful how you phrase that, sorcerer. I am here under the Emperor's command. I'll carry out this mission because it serves Outworld, not you."

Shang Tsung's smile faltered for a moment before returning with practiced ease. "Of course, Skarlet. Your loyalty to the Emperor is unquestioned. But I trust you understand the need for cooperation... for now."

Frost, unbothered by their exchange, interrupted. "What's the task?"

Shang Tsung extended a hand, projecting images of Earth's mightiest defenders into the air. Glowing silhouettes flickered: sorcerers wielding ancient magic, humans imbued with cosmic energy and forces unknown, and technological marvels rivaling the ingenuity of Outworld's greatest minds. He stopped as the face of the strongest warrior on Earth appeared.

"Peter Parker, the strongest warrior of this realm. The most powerful being on this planet. After killing an Ancient God and a Titan with unimaginable power, Peter has eliminated more or less all evil from this planet. More or less..." Shang Tsung turned to Skarlet and Frost. "Do not approach him unless you want to die. First, infiltrate the society and blend in. Slowly gather information on the warriors, their weakness, strength... Everything. We cannot afford recklessness. Once you have done your task, inform me, and we will strike when it is time."

Skarlet folded her arms, her expression unreadable. "Blend in? You expect Frost and me to play spies? I hope you've prepared more than just pretty pictures for this mission."

"You are here because you are resourceful," Shang Tsung replied, his voice calm but edged with warning. "You will not have the luxury of brute force or overt sorcery. Use subtlety. Adapt."

He extended a glowing gem toward Skarlet. "This artifact will shield you from detection by their magic and technology. Frost's enhancements already provide similar protection."

Skarlet took the gem without a word, studying it briefly before tucking it away. "Fine. But don't forget, Tsung, I'm here because the Emperor ordered it. Not because I trust you. The moment you try something unpleasant..." She summoned an orb of blood over her palm. "I'll boil your blood and burn your inside out."

"Trust," Shang Tsung said with a faint chuckle, "is not required. Results are."

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[Frost's side]

Frost, the cybernetic cryomancer, wasted no time. Cloaked by the artifact's shielding magic, she made her way to the heart of Earth's defenses: S.H.I.E.L.D.. Her reconnaissance had revealed a facility that hummed with activity, one of the many operational hubs maintained by the agency. This one, located in a repurposed oil rig off the Atlantic coast, was remote but vital—a data relay station that connected global intelligence to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s command centers.

Standing on a nearby ice shelf, Frost observed the base. Her breath, cold and misty, mingled with the arctic wind as she analyzed the patrol patterns and sensor arrays. Despite their advanced technology, the agents here were no match for her precision and stealth.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a shard of ice. "Let's begin," She shot it toward the facility's communications array, embedding it in the relay tower. The shard pulsed with a faint blue light, releasing microscopic nanites into the system. Frost smiled as she felt the data streams pour into her cybernetic processors.

Inside the facility, the lights flickered. Agents scrambled to diagnose the cause, but by the time they realized they'd been breached, Frost was already inside. The air grew colder as she moved through the halls, her footsteps silent on the steel floors.

She entered the data vault, a fortified room containing sensitive files on Earth's defenders, including their movements, abilities, and vulnerabilities. Placing a small, crystalline device onto the console, she began downloading the encrypted files.

Through the interface, Frost's eyes scanned the files, noting key targets:

Stephen Strange: A sorcerer capable of bending time and space.

Carol Danvers: A cosmic powerhouse who could rival Outworld's mightiest.

Wanda Maximoff: A wielder of chaos magic. Dangerous and volatile.

Peter Parker: The apex defender of this realm, whose celestial power overshadowed all others.

Her focus lingered on Parker. The records spoke of his strength, his family, and his achievements. "You're the crown jewel, aren't you?" she muttered. "But even a diamond has flaws."

The device beeped, signaling the download's completion. Frost removed it, erased her tracks, and slipped out of the facility as quietly as she had entered. By the time the agents restored their systems, the intruder was long gone, leaving only a faint frost on the walls as a calling card.

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[Skarlet's side]

While Frost infiltrated the light, Skarlet descended into darkness. The once-thriving underworld of Earth had been shattered by Peter Parker's relentless crusade against crime. Few remnants remained... pockets of desperation clinging to the shadows.

In a decrepit bar hidden beneath the ruins of a long-abandoned warehouse, the dregs of society gathered. Superpowered criminals who had survived Parker's purges drank in sullen silence, their spirits crushed and their numbers dwindling.

Skarlet entered the bar, her presence like a predator stalking prey. Her crimson hair flowed like blood, and her dark armor gleamed under the flickering neon sign above the entrance. She ignored the wary stares of the patrons as she made her way to the counter.

The bartender, a grizzled man with cybernetic arms, looked up. His mechanical fingers twitched as if instinctively preparing for a fight. "We're closed," he growled.

Skarlet smirked, leaning forward. "I'm not here for drinks." Her voice was silky yet edged with menace. "I'm here for information. Who still stands in this pathetic excuse for an underworld?"

The bartender hesitated. Around the room, the patrons exchanged glances, some sneering, others shifting uneasily. One man, a burly figure with glowing red eyes, stood and cracked his knuckles. "You lost, lady?"

Skarlet didn't even look at him. With a flick of her wrist, a tendril of blood shot out from her palm, wrapping around the man's throat. She yanked him forward, her eyes gleaming as she whispered, "You'll be the first."

The man's body convulsed as Skarlet drained him, his blood swirling into her as if it had a will of its own. He collapsed in a lifeless heap, and the room erupted into chaos.

The thugs took out their weapons... Guns, blades, claws, and even a chainsaw. They charged Skarlet as one, determined to put an end to this intruder. But the Blood Mage didn't even move from her place. Instead, she flicked her finger and a second later, everyone except the bartender exploded like water balloons. Blood and guts rained on Skarlet. She smiled, savoring the sweet taste of life as it dripped down her face. Flesh and guts were splattered everywhere like a set of a horror movie.

She turned back to the bartender, who was cowering behind the counter. "I think you were saying?"

"Th-the big crime bosses are dead," he stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "But there's a handful of survivors that still stick together. And there's the new Green Goblin, recruiting superpower humans."

Skarlet raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Green Goblin? That sounds like a clown name."

"He's got powers and stuff. And he's got this whole new gang... all of 'em with superpowers. I hear he's got plans for something big. Something to take out the heroes."

"That's useful," Skarlet said as she licked the blood off her lips. "Location, if you may?"

"Sahara desert, underground. That's all I know, I swear! I don't want no trouble."

"What use do I have now that you've told me everything?" Skarlet asked rhetorically before jumping over the counter and grabbing the bartender's face with both hands. She manipulated his blood, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.

The man struggled in vain, his face twisted in pain as all the blood began to rush to his face, "Arrrggg!!!"

"Sushh! It will be over soon." Skarlet purred and a moment later, his eyes popped out and blood began to gush out of all the holes in his face like a waterfall. She took a deep breath and sucked the air in, absorbing all the blood.

The bartender's body crumbled into a dry corpse, falling to the floor with a soft thud.

"Tsk. Bland..." Skarlet said as she licked the blood off her fingers, then grabbed the bottles behind the counter and took a sip. "Bleh."

With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a portal of blood, stepping through it and vanishing into the night.

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