Nigkala Tales Pt. 18: So many interruptions
It's amazing what people don't see
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Since the Mortal Kombat movie made money, it was inevitable that another would be made. It took several years, before a script was created, then it made the rounds to find a producer, and then a director. Once it reached this point, casting began. I was offered the role of Obsidian again, and Angel and Jewel were offered their roles as well.
Finally, shooting began. We were in a mountainous area, miles from the nearest small town. They had tents for makeup and costuming. Our trailers were a half-mile away, and we were driven to the set with off-road vehicles. They wanted wild terrain. Some of the crew carried guns, in case wildlife showed up.
That night, I had a strange dream, of the capture of my soul, only it wasn't me. I could not understand it. The next morning, I asked Inanna.
"My Queen, my dreams last night were disturbing. It felt real, yet I don't see how it can be."
"What happened?"
"I saw almost nothing, but it felt as though my soul was being sucked up into some sort of prison."
"Show me, as best you can."
I did my best to remember it.
"It is real. Someone you are very close to has been enslaved or worse. You learned of it because there is a connection between you two. You may be able to use that connection to find the soul. Restoring it back to the body will not be easy, as a body without a soul quickly succumbs and dies within hours. Daughter, given how long it has been, I fear the body is dead now. All that is left will be vengeance and the soul's release when you find it."
"I will seek the one responsible. How much time will I have?"
"Regrettably, there is no hurry. Trapping the soul takes powerful magic, and if it fails, the soul will go free. This means the one, who collected it, has gone to great effort to keep it. As to finding it, your own power works against you. Your range of detection is very large, and you have never learned to track souls, so that, too, will take time."
"Can you teach me?"
"I will try. It can be a difficult task even for the gods. Tonight, I will instruct you as you sleep. What to do is easy enough. Making it work for you will be much more difficult. The last one I taught took several months to learn this skill."
"Thank you, my Queen. I shall study hard."
Soon enough, I was in makeup, getting prepped for today's shoot. There was a lot of climbing, and even some wire work. That night, Inanna instructed me. I had little time the next day to try, as the shooting schedule was busy with some minor fights that needed a number of retakes due to assorted problems. What little chance I had to focus, I got inconsistent results that seemed to say it was getting closer and the direction changed on occasion.
With all the reshoots, I was rather stressed by the end of the day, so rather than meditate to practice my new skill; I just meditated to go to sleep. When I woke up, I could almost feel it, but when I focused on it, it always seemed to be in a different place than before. A rash of accidents in the morning prevented us from getting much work done. We needed the afternoon light for the big monster scene. I was again the hero's ally, and not destined to win against it.
I was just beginning to fight the big monster when another monster suddenly appeared. Unlike the one I was fighting, the second monster wasn't in the script, nor did it seem to be taking directions. When one of the cast members went up to the actor in the monster suit, the monster's mouth got impossibly wide, and bit his arm deeply. There was blood everywhere, and the monster tossed the victim aside before going after another. The director called a stop, and all but this monster stopped. Those closest backed away. One of the crew with a gun warned he would shoot its leg if it didn't stop.
Another person was caught and bit, so a shot was heard. The monster seemed to ignore it. That made me realize something wasn't right. I used my spirit sense and suddenly realized it was real but not human. I also realized the weapons on set weren't going to take it down. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.
The first thing I did was to ditch my sword and summon a real sword and dagger, with the durability enchantment. Next, I summoned my battle augmentations, except for the speed, as it made my nerves glow. Then I set my extra arms to battle-magic mode, which should hold them back out of the way. I then leapt high and yelled to get its attention, as I closed to attack. I started cursing it with assorted Mortal Kombat-style curses. When it saw someone coming at itself with a large blade, it focused on me and attacked me.
I used my dagger to block its claws, and after scoring my initial hit with the sword, used the sword to keep it focused on me. My own leaps kept it in motion, trying to keep me in sight. When I realized its blood was yellow, not red, I started going for more cuts. I was waiting for the people to realize that this was both real and some kind of monster, and not a man in a monster suit. I also kept up my monolog in case they were filming. I couldn't waste time trying to figure it out during the battle. Additionally, I used pinpoint wind to keep my extra arms out of its way, and even occasionally to change where I landed after a jump.
When I sensed the people realized this danger was real, and not some kind of Hollywood makeup, I stepped up my attacks, risking glowing nerves. However, I only did my nerve augmentation where my skin was covered. This essentially translated to moving around and leaping quicker, but my arms got nothing. It did, however, provide me with a small edge as it tried to follow me about. I had also learned enough to somewhat predict its attacks. Repeating short sequences, I hoped they could later merge them into me using four arms to attack. I began to inflict numerous cuts, sometimes referred to as the death-of-a-thousand-cuts. I didn't plan to make that many, but with all the yellow blood leaking, I figured it would slow down quickly.
I was disappointed, as it was quite able to endure damage, but after nearly thirty minutes, I realized it was finally slowing down. I was able to get in some deeper cuts, and I also upped my game with my verbal assault. Then I spotted my chance. I had relocated, and in its twisting and turning to follow me, I realized I had a small window. The next time I made such a move, I used that window. I went for a decapitation shot and the sword went the whole way through. I jumped back, in case it could survive this, and used my spirit sense, to see if it did.
When I realized it was truly dead, I thrust my sword into the air and shouted, "Flawless Victory." Then I held still for thirty seconds, just hoping.
I heard the director shout, "CUT! PRINT!" then he came to me and said, "How the hell did you do that, and what the effin hell is that thing."
Suddenly, the body started to decay into nothing, with just a wisp of smoke leaving it.
I quietly said, "Something not of this world. You said 'cut', and 'print'. Does that mean it is on film?"
"Not at the start, but when it was clear it was focused on you, the camera man started rolling. Soon after, I saw the camera on you and realized you were fighting in character. That's when I knew you thought you were up to the challenge. I signaled for quiet, and others realized we were rolling. We were worried about all its blood, until we realized it was the wrong color. We were still worried, but about you. Especially since the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. Do you know why that might be?"
"It had a very tough hide, at least as tough as an elephant's. Those bullets likely bounced."
"Then how the hell did your prop sword work?"
"My prop sword is over behind the table. This sword is real obsidian."
"... I knew you had one, but I thought you didn't bring it."
"I did not. But I have some abilities that are not accepted by science. Having this blade in a time of need is one such. Don't worry about it. What worries me is who sent the monster?"
"That monster was sent?"
"I think this morning's accidents might have been a warm-up, designed to make tempers flare. Who is here today that was not here yesterday?"
"That rules the cast, and crew out. The caterers are all that are left."
"Then I shall examine them. Don't let them leave. Please try to pass this off as a special effect. That should keep people calm. In the meantime, I am going hunting."
Walking over behind the table, I dismissed the real obsidian blades, and picked up the prop one. The director was following and saw this, so I just smiled and put my finger to my lips a moment. He nodded.
The director started making a racket, making sure everything was in order, and that the medics had seen to those hurt. As he did this, I snuck out of sight, and used my spirit sense to examine everyone here, starting in the catering area. Most were recovering from fear, and showed clear relief at things going back to normal. There was one who was evidencing anger and frustration. There was also some kind of power about him.
Deciding I needed more cover than was available, I summoned wind, and I fed it summoned dust, to make a brief dust storm. As it obscured everything, I used my rock sense to move quietly, staying hidden in the dust cloud. Something must have alerted him, as he turned around just before I got to him.