The Lin Kuei
Part 1
"Come," commanded a mechanical voice from the doorway. Inferna whipped her head around to see who had intruded on her.
"Hey, Metallica, what's up," Inferna smiled to the robot in the doorway. Seemingly out of no where, the robot grasped her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall.
"You may be a favorite of the Grandmaster," the robot sneered to her, "but I personally care not at all. You have come here against your will, and they will kill you on the inside. So if you plan to keep your soul, you will learn respect, and forget all you knew before this place," Sektor threatened. "Do you understand?" Inferna nodded her head quickly, and Sektor released his iron grip. "Change and follow me," he said closing the door.
Inferna quickly pulled on the clothes she had been given, and opened the door. When she did, Sektor shook his robotic head in disgust. "Why isn't your mask pulled up?" he asked her, annoyed.
"It's annoying," Inferna stated back simply. Sektor roughly grabbed the mask and pulled it up to her nose.
"I swear, you're like a child. You have no maturity level and you are stubborn. I have no idea why the Grandmasters chose you," Sektor told her. "Follow me," he instructed.
Sektor's mechanical footsteps echoed throughout the great hallway they were walking in. It was black and cold, and to Inferna was very intimidating. It was definitely the opposite of what she had become accustomed to at the Forces of Light headquarters. They made a right and after a few steps were met with the only other place that Inferna knew of, the great hall. Sektor lead her up to the thrones that the Grandmasters sat upon, and bowed.
"Here is the girl whom you desired, Grandmasters," Sektor told them, and turned and left as one of the Grandmasters dismissed him with a wave of his hand. They looked at her sternly, and finally spoke.
"Inferna, you have come to the most physically painful part of your initiation," the first Grandmaster spoke with a stern voice.
"Physically painful? What do you mean?" Inferna asked in a worried voice.
"You have a good heart, and an even better sense of independence. It is not tolerated in the Lin Kuei if a warrior possesses these to qualities. Your memory, your self-respect, your moral sense, and your personal traits will be stripped from your emotions through a process of physical pain. Unfortunately, since it has been seen that all of these characteristics are so strongly and well developed in you, a very rigorous and tormenting process must be held," The Grandmaster continued, with no sense of compassion hinted at all in his voice.
"But, but you can't do that. It's against the law! What the hell is the matter with you!?" Inferna cried.
"Silence!" The second Grandmaster cracked a whip that seemed to appear out of nowhere across her face, leaving a red mark on the skin that showed behind her mask. "Let the process begin," he continued, and motioned for two warriors dressed in all black that were hidden in the shadow to come forward. They grabbed a struggling Inferna from behind, and held her wrists together. She kicked and screamed and tried to use her power of fire, but it was no use. For some reason, it wasn't working, and the powerful men were too strong for her. Her hands were tied together above her head, and she was placed face down on a wooden table, with her feet tied to it. The table was raised so that her face would be seen to the Grandmasters through a hole in it. The men ripped her shirt off from behind, and tears streamed down her face.
"Begin," a Grandmaster said from his throne. Inferna bit her lip as she waited for whatever it was they were going to do. She was met with a burning hot pain shooting from the middle of her back throughout her body. She let out a scream of pain, and squeezed her eyes shut. The men behind her temporarily let her out of her misery as they lifted the glowing hot iron from her. Blood trickled down Inferna's chin as she bit it so hard. Once again, though, she felt the hot iron press down on her back, this time a little bit higher. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw the Grandmasters staring at her face. She looked back at them with pure hatred as again the iron burned her skin. This procedure was repeated approximately 10 more times until the Grandmasters finally told the men to stop.
"What do you have to say?" one Grandmaster asked her.
"I have to say that you are a total fucking faggots and you're asses are gonna burn, whether it be by me or Satan himself," Inferna choked out bitterly between her sobs. The Grandmaster made a signal to the men behind her. She heard them moving around, and finally she saw the Grandmaster give them another signal.
This time, instead of a hot iron scorching her skin, a knife pricked the skin on her back and dragged down. Inferna felt hot blood pour all over her. "Please, stop, it hurts!" she screamed as the knife made its way across the surface of her body. Finally, it stopped right above her lower back. When it did, she soon felt it plunge through her and rip down, cutting more than just the surface. She arched her back and screamed in pain. The wound was ripped a little bit wider, and pain shocked through her body at a thousand volts. Tears were running profusely from her eyes, and she thought that she would drown in them. From deep within the pain, she felt a hand enter her back through the incision, grab her organ, and pull. There was another cut that again sent pain shocking through her, but coming out of her mouth in a scream of absolute and pure agony.
"What do you have to say now, Inferna?" the Grandmaster asked her. It took a moment for her answer, as she couldn't find the strength to even let out a whisper. At last, her voice found her somewhat, and spoke.
"My name isn't Inferna, cocksucker," she whispered. "What?" he asked her. "I SAID MY GODDAMN NAME ISN'T INFERNA YOU COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" she screamed with all her might. "Show her," the Grandmaster told the men behind her. The men nodded, and walked around to the front of the table. Inferna stared in complete and utter horror as a blood-soaked, bean shaped organ throbbed in the man's hands before her. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that she had just had a makeshift kidney operation. "You are a sick fuck, do you know that?" she screamed to them. "Sew her back up," the Grandmaster ordered, ignoring the girl's comments. A duller pain went through Inferna's body as the men took a needle and thread to her back. After 25 stitches, it was said that they could continue with the process. Inferna shook her head in pain and defeat as a rattling noise was heard behind her.
Another signal was given to her torturers, and soon she felt the crack of a metal chain against her back. Please, God, let me pass out from this. Let me pass out and wake up at home. Why are you putting me through this? She thought to herself. The pain was sharp and defiant with every crack, and as it hit her new wound she screamed one last time. Ok, its painful, she thought, but I can't let that stop me from thinking clearly. The only way its going to end is if I act like a total brainwashed freak. She explained in her head. Through her red and blurry eyes, she saw the Grandmaster stop the men.
"Inferna, what do you have to say?" he asked her. Inferna closed her eyes, opened them and looked her Grandmaster in the eye. "I wish to learn how to serve my Masters with loyalty," she told them in a monotone voice.
"Very well. Your process is complete. Now leave here, and return to your quarters, where you shall rest for three days' time. Do you understand, Inferna?" the second Grandmaster asked her.
"I understand quite clearly," she said to him. The men cut her free and gently set her down ironically. She bowed before her Grandmasters and walked bravely out of the hall. And as she walked out the door, for one last time, she remembered who she was, and then it was gone.
"Come," commanded a mechanical voice from the doorway. Inferna whipped her head around to see who had intruded on her.
"Hey, Metallica, what's up," Inferna smiled to the robot in the doorway. Seemingly out of no where, the robot grasped her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall.
"You may be a favorite of the Grandmaster," the robot sneered to her, "but I personally care not at all. You have come here against your will, and they will kill you on the inside. So if you plan to keep your soul, you will learn respect, and forget all you knew before this place," Sektor threatened. "Do you understand?" Inferna nodded her head quickly, and Sektor released his iron grip. "Change and follow me," he said closing the door.
Inferna quickly pulled on the clothes she had been given, and opened the door. When she did, Sektor shook his robotic head in disgust. "Why isn't your mask pulled up?" he asked her, annoyed.
"It's annoying," Inferna stated back simply. Sektor roughly grabbed the mask and pulled it up to her nose.
"I swear, you're like a child. You have no maturity level and you are stubborn. I have no idea why the Grandmasters chose you," Sektor told her. "Follow me," he instructed.
Sektor's mechanical footsteps echoed throughout the great hallway they were walking in. It was black and cold, and to Inferna was very intimidating. It was definitely the opposite of what she had become accustomed to at the Forces of Light headquarters. They made a right and after a few steps were met with the only other place that Inferna knew of, the great hall. Sektor lead her up to the thrones that the Grandmasters sat upon, and bowed.
"Here is the girl whom you desired, Grandmasters," Sektor told them, and turned and left as one of the Grandmasters dismissed him with a wave of his hand. They looked at her sternly, and finally spoke.
"Inferna, you have come to the most physically painful part of your initiation," the first Grandmaster spoke with a stern voice.
"Physically painful? What do you mean?" Inferna asked in a worried voice.
"You have a good heart, and an even better sense of independence. It is not tolerated in the Lin Kuei if a warrior possesses these to qualities. Your memory, your self-respect, your moral sense, and your personal traits will be stripped from your emotions through a process of physical pain. Unfortunately, since it has been seen that all of these characteristics are so strongly and well developed in you, a very rigorous and tormenting process must be held," The Grandmaster continued, with no sense of compassion hinted at all in his voice.
"But, but you can't do that. It's against the law! What the hell is the matter with you!?" Inferna cried.
"Silence!" The second Grandmaster cracked a whip that seemed to appear out of nowhere across her face, leaving a red mark on the skin that showed behind her mask. "Let the process begin," he continued, and motioned for two warriors dressed in all black that were hidden in the shadow to come forward. They grabbed a struggling Inferna from behind, and held her wrists together. She kicked and screamed and tried to use her power of fire, but it was no use. For some reason, it wasn't working, and the powerful men were too strong for her. Her hands were tied together above her head, and she was placed face down on a wooden table, with her feet tied to it. The table was raised so that her face would be seen to the Grandmasters through a hole in it. The men ripped her shirt off from behind, and tears streamed down her face.
"Begin," a Grandmaster said from his throne. Inferna bit her lip as she waited for whatever it was they were going to do. She was met with a burning hot pain shooting from the middle of her back throughout her body. She let out a scream of pain, and squeezed her eyes shut. The men behind her temporarily let her out of her misery as they lifted the glowing hot iron from her. Blood trickled down Inferna's chin as she bit it so hard. Once again, though, she felt the hot iron press down on her back, this time a little bit higher. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw the Grandmasters staring at her face. She looked back at them with pure hatred as again the iron burned her skin. This procedure was repeated approximately 10 more times until the Grandmasters finally told the men to stop.
"What do you have to say?" one Grandmaster asked her.
"I have to say that you are a total fucking faggots and you're asses are gonna burn, whether it be by me or Satan himself," Inferna choked out bitterly between her sobs. The Grandmaster made a signal to the men behind her. She heard them moving around, and finally she saw the Grandmaster give them another signal.
This time, instead of a hot iron scorching her skin, a knife pricked the skin on her back and dragged down. Inferna felt hot blood pour all over her. "Please, stop, it hurts!" she screamed as the knife made its way across the surface of her body. Finally, it stopped right above her lower back. When it did, she soon felt it plunge through her and rip down, cutting more than just the surface. She arched her back and screamed in pain. The wound was ripped a little bit wider, and pain shocked through her body at a thousand volts. Tears were running profusely from her eyes, and she thought that she would drown in them. From deep within the pain, she felt a hand enter her back through the incision, grab her organ, and pull. There was another cut that again sent pain shocking through her, but coming out of her mouth in a scream of absolute and pure agony.
"What do you have to say now, Inferna?" the Grandmaster asked her. It took a moment for her answer, as she couldn't find the strength to even let out a whisper. At last, her voice found her somewhat, and spoke.
"My name isn't Inferna, cocksucker," she whispered. "What?" he asked her. "I SAID MY GODDAMN NAME ISN'T INFERNA YOU COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" she screamed with all her might. "Show her," the Grandmaster told the men behind her. The men nodded, and walked around to the front of the table. Inferna stared in complete and utter horror as a blood-soaked, bean shaped organ throbbed in the man's hands before her. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that she had just had a makeshift kidney operation. "You are a sick fuck, do you know that?" she screamed to them. "Sew her back up," the Grandmaster ordered, ignoring the girl's comments. A duller pain went through Inferna's body as the men took a needle and thread to her back. After 25 stitches, it was said that they could continue with the process. Inferna shook her head in pain and defeat as a rattling noise was heard behind her.
Another signal was given to her torturers, and soon she felt the crack of a metal chain against her back. Please, God, let me pass out from this. Let me pass out and wake up at home. Why are you putting me through this? She thought to herself. The pain was sharp and defiant with every crack, and as it hit her new wound she screamed one last time. Ok, its painful, she thought, but I can't let that stop me from thinking clearly. The only way its going to end is if I act like a total brainwashed freak. She explained in her head. Through her red and blurry eyes, she saw the Grandmaster stop the men.
"Inferna, what do you have to say?" he asked her. Inferna closed her eyes, opened them and looked her Grandmaster in the eye. "I wish to learn how to serve my Masters with loyalty," she told them in a monotone voice.
"Very well. Your process is complete. Now leave here, and return to your quarters, where you shall rest for three days' time. Do you understand, Inferna?" the second Grandmaster asked her.
"I understand quite clearly," she said to him. The men cut her free and gently set her down ironically. She bowed before her Grandmasters and walked bravely out of the hall. And as she walked out the door, for one last time, she remembered who she was, and then it was gone.