Disclaimer - I own nothing of Mortal Kombat. However, I do own Celeste, my OC. Also, this story is rated T for language and scenes of violence/gore. Please enjoy!

She sat on her full-sized bed, repeatedly dragging the soft bristles of her brush through her dark hair. She hummed a gentle tune as she gazed upon the stars in the fall sky that shown perfectly through the window near her bed. At the moment, Celeste felt at total peace, which she believed she deserved after what occurred in the past several hours.

Earlier, she decided to walk to a small corner market a few blocks over. Although she saw the dark clouds looming above, she ignored them and neglected her umbrella on the way out of her apartment, which later came back and bit her in the ass. While the weather held up nicely on her way tothe store, the trip back home was a different story entirely. Almost as soon as she stepped outside of the store, the downpour began. After muttering a profane phrase or two, the brunette sighed and walked through the rain, eventually arriving at her flat completely drenched.

Once inside, Celeste set the merchandise down by the front door and headed directly for her bathroom. She stripped, showered, and later emerged wearing a towel, then proceeded to put away the groceries. After that was done, she put on warmer attire, which included a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater, and plopped onto her bed, ultimately deciding to nap until the storm passed.

And here I am a couple of hours later. It's a miracle I somehow didn't catch a cold.

She softly chuckled to herself as she resumed brushing her chestnut locks until she heard what sounded like a faint, scratching noise.

Hm, it's probably a tree limb rubbing against the window up front or something.

She disregarded the noise and continued brushing her hair. A few seconds later, she heard the sound again, but dismissed it once more. It wasn't until she heard the front door squeak that she became concerned.

Now alert, Celeste slowly stood and quietly placed her brush on the dresser. She walked into her doorway and stole a glance down the hall. Seeing that it seemed clear, she cautiously walked down the hall, taking soft steps on the tan carpet. Halfway through the hall, however, the brunette found herself restrained by an arm. She struggled for freedom, tugging at the limb, only for the arm to tighten around her. Just as she was about to scream, a hand clamped over her mouth and a knife was at her throat.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid. I was only told to bring you back alive, not unscathed," a masculine voice hissed into her ear.

Although she quietly stood still, Celeste's mind was in utter chaos. Here she was, getting kidnapped by some random thug who threatened to cut her up if she dare moved or screamed.

What in hell am I supposed to do?

The brunette panicked, her dark green eyes flickering about the room, until suddenly, an idea popped into her head and forced her chaotic thoughts aside. She knew she needed to get free if she had any chance to get out of this alive. Sure, getting away from the man would earn her a couple of scrapes and perhaps a stab wound here and there, but it was better than the alternative. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down, realizing her hands were still on the man's arm. She knew exactly what to do, even if she didn't want to do it. With her eyes still closed, Celeste focused on her hands on the man's arm. She felt a dull, warm current flowing from the man's arm to her hands. After a few moments she felt his grip loosen.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" the man roared as he swung the knife at the brunette's face. Although his blade made contact and left long cut along her cheek, he missed his intended mark. In a small fit of anger, the man tossed her onto the floor. Celeste could only brace herself as she fell to the floor with a slight grunt, the back of her head coming in contact with the corner of the coffee table on her way down.

As she cradled her crown, her orbs swept over her assailant. She noticed he wore all black, including the mask that concealed his face save for his eyes. The opaque material seemed old and worn but there weren't any holes present in the cloth. She also saw that the man seemed slightly dizzy and disoriented, his right hand clutching the side of his temple, though that didn't surprise her with what she just did to him.

"You're going to pay for that, you little bitch," she heard him growl as he began refocusing on his task, tightly clutching his knife in the other hand while taking a step towards her. Celeste held her breath as he closed in on her, yet before he could actually reach her, a brilliant flash of light lit up the room.

Once the light subsided, there stood another man between her and the assailant. This man was clad in white robes, a blue vest, and a conical straw hat, sparks of lightning sporadically flashing about his person. Wasting no time, he grabbed hold of the man in black and seemingly electrocuted him, sending sparks of electricity flying around them both. He let go of the assassin and looked on as the would-be kidnapper, or killer, fell into a heap on the floor.

Even though she just witnessed someone probably save her life, Celeste felt odd. She was astounded yet also frightened that this man just killed someone with his bare hands. What made it even crazier was the fact that he just appeared out of nowhere.

"Do not be afraid. I am here to help you," the man spoke gently but with authority, his voice pulling Celeste from her current thoughts.

As he took a small step towards her, he slowly held out his hand to the alarmed brunette, who only stared at him once she managed to pull herself into a sitting position. She noted his eyes glowed bluish-white and failed to spot his pupils. This, combined with what he just did, only added to her current fear of the man.

"You are bleeding. Please allow me to look at your wounds," he stressed, slowly advancing towards her with his hand still stretched out to her.

Celeste only gaped at him as he got closer, until she was hit with a sudden wave of vertigo. Everything in the room then became fuzzy, the various colors and shapes began blending together, until finally, it all went black.

A/N: I'll begin by first thanking you all for selecting my story to read. This is my first Mortal Kombat fanfic, and I'll admit, I'm a bit nervous with it all. I've been out of the fanfiction ring for a while, so to speak. Secondly, this story is set in an alternative Deadly Alliance timeline. With that said, MK1-MK4 and some DA canon still applies in the story, but the timing of certain events has been changed, occurring a bit earlier than they did in canonically. Thirdly, although this is an alternative universe, there will be no OOC-ness if I can help it. I intend to keep everyone in-character for this fic. Just putting that out there. Finally, as stated in the summary, "Heavenly Resolve" will nod toward a Sub-Zero/OC (or Celeste) pairing, and while there will be quite a bit of Sub-Zero/Celeste scenes, it's not the main point of the story.

Now, with all of that said, I hope you enjoy "Heavenly Resolve."

Until next time.